WARNING: Sexual Assualt
Set in the interim between s12 and s13. Elliot is currently on administrative leave having shot and killed a young woman in the squad room (s12 finale). Olivia desperately wants him back, but how far is she willing to go? Tucker seems like a straight shooter on the surface, but will he manipulate the situation to take advantage of Olivia in the worst possible way?
Disclaimer: I actually really like Ed Tucker as a character, but this idea came to me and sadly I had to sacrifice his integrity to make it work.
Further Disclaimer: I also love Olivia and would hate for something like this to happen to her character. But in this world men in power often abuse their positions to get what they want - sadly, anyone can be a victim. Also, s12 Olivia is a very different person from s20 Olivia.
Olivia was enraged. With each step, her fury could have burnt a hole in the ground beneath her. Elliot was more than a colleague, he was more than her partner, he was her best friend… And, if she was being honest, he was probably even more than that - not that she could ever tell anyone this. She hadn't heard from him since he'd been put on administrative leave. Apart from her time undercover, it was the longest they had gone without speaking. It was torturous. He was the only one she could talk to about her feelings, although, presently, he was also the source of all her pain. He may have lost his sense of fight, but she wasn't about to allow him to roll over and die. If he wouldn't stand up for himself, she would need to be the one to stand up. She would be the one to save him.
Finally, she arrived at the door she was looking for. It was after hours, but like her, the man she was looking for was married to the job, so she knew he'd still be in his office. Outside the door, she stood for a second and allowed herself time to compose her thoughts. One deep breath, then she was ready. Without so much as a knock, she threw the door wide open and stormed in. The only sensation she was able to convey was wrath.
'Detective Benson, to what do I owe the pleasure.'
'I think we both why I'm here.'
'Hm,' Tucker let out a small snigger from behind his desk. 'Honestly, I'm surprised it took you this long.' This wasn't his first time dealing with Benson or Stabler. Loyal to the death, they often ambushed him in his office in an attempt to clear each others' name.
Tucker gestured at the empty seat opposite his desk, hoping Olivia would sit down, and hopefully calm down too. But, Olivia wasn't in an agreeable mood. She was prepared for battle, and she wasn't going to submit to anything he said, even something as trivial as taking a seat.
'So come on, let's hear it. I'm a son of a bitch. Stabler's one of the good guys. I've got a vendetta against him. I'm obsessed. I should spend my time catching the real bad guys like you.' Tucker had heard it all before, not just from Benson and Stabler, but from half of the NYPD. It came with the territory. He was the guy that nobody trusted and everyone hated, but he accepted that a long time ago.
'That's pretty accurate.' He delivery was blunt and deadpan, as expected, but much to Tucker's relief, her demeanour seemed calmer. 'You know he's a good cop.'
'No, what I know is that he is a cop who shot and killed a teenage girl.'
'He shot and killed a girl who opened fire in a room of innocent people. A girl who killed a nun.'
'Maybe if this was his first incident it'd be different. But, this is his sixth shooting.'
'This is his sixth career good shooting, Tucker.' Olivia stood in front of his desk, staring at him, hoping that her eyes could convey something that her words couldn't.
Tucker reached into his desk and pulled out two glass tumblers and a bottle of scotch. He poured a small measure in each before standing from his chair and walking round to the other side of his desk. He stood in front of Olivia and perched on the edge of his desk before handing her a drink. He wasn't sure if it was a peace offering or some Dutch courage for the confrontation his words were about to begin. He knocked back his drink before placing the empty glass down beside him. Olivia followed suit.
'Look, I'm just doing my job detective.'
His comment infuriated Olivia. If he was just doing his job, then why did it always feel so damn personal with him. Often his investigations felt like a personal attack. She knew he was going above and beyond with Elliot, she just couldn't figure out why. What was his problem?
'Your job!? You're just doing your job?' Like a lit fuse, it was clear that Olivia was about to explode at any second. Given her volatile state, only time would tell which species would survive the blase. 'Going over his entire jacket!? A psych eval!? Anger management!? And don't even get me started on all the other bullshit.'
Tucker said nothing. He knew she was right, but he wasn't going to admit to anything. Instead, he just held out his hands, raised his eyebrows and shrugged, almost as if to say what's the big deal?
'You know he'll never agree to any of that.'
'Well, then I guess you better start looking for a new partner.'
Before he even realised what was happening, Tucker's head whipped round to one side and there was a ringing in his ear. Olivia's palm had struck him across the face, leaving a visible trail of destruction behind. Both her hand and his cheek were left stinging by the forceful contact they had just encountered.
'You get one free shot, Benson. After that, I start hitting back - woman or not.'
It was then that he began to notice the tears that began to pool in the bottom of Olivia's eyes. The realisation that she could lose Elliot as her partner hit her like a tonne of bricks. It was strange, although Tucker was the one who had been slapped, Olivia was the one who had the wind knocked out of her.
'Why are you here, Olivia?' It was strange hearing him saying her name like that. Had they ever been on first name terms?
'I just thought I could make you see sense.'
'What, by coming in here and attacking me?'
Olivia rolled her eyes.
'I have to say, I thought you'd be less obvious. I mean, what's new about a bitter, frigid broad that can't control her temper.'
That was it, Olivia just saw red. Who the hell was he to talk to her like that? She brought her hand up to slap him again, but this time her strike was met with a barrier. Before she could make contact with his face, she felt her wrist being caught in his hand. 'I told you, you only get one free shot.' Tucker squeezed her wrist in his tight hold.
'So what, are you gonna hit me now? Is that how this goes?'
'Let me tell you how this goes.' With his hold on her, he managed to pull her uncomfortably close to him. His face was close enough to her's that she could feel his words on her skin. 'You came here to ask me for a favour. All I ask for is a little favour in return.'
'What do you want, Tucker?' She asked, rolling her eyes.
'I think you know what I want.' With that, he took her hand that he had captured in his, and guided it further south, placing it on his crotch. Olivia gasped. She was shocked both at his suggestion and at the fact that the bastard was already hard. She tried to pull away, but he held her hand there. 'You want your partner back, this is how you get him.'
'You don't mean?'
'The innocent little girl act doesn't suit you, Olivia. Don't pretend that you aren't aware of it? That you don't notice us all looking at you? That you don't notice the heads turning when you walk in a room?' Olivia could tell that Tucker's eyes were attempting to undress her as he spoke. His gawk made her uncomfortable. He wasn't looking at her like a person, he was looking at her like a slice of meat. 'I'm just a guy looking to live out his fantasy.'
Tucker stood up from where he perched, and as he did, he fulled Olivia's body flush against his. As he attempted to kiss her, she turned her face away so he settled for nuzzling into her neck. Olivia stood, stiff like a board as Tucker's hands wandered up and down the length of her body. The strongest urge to push him away came as she felt him pressing into her.
'Tucker! No!' She fought for both her hands to make their way up to his chest, where she gave him an almighty shove. As she pushed him back towards the edge of his desk, she simultaneously moved backwards creating about a yard of space between them.
She stood there, and finally, the tears from her eyes began to slowly overflow. But, this time it wasn't the prospect of losing Elliot that was upsetting her, it was the prospect of what she needed to do to keep him in her life.
'Hey, don't be like that… I thought you wanted your partner back?'
The thing is, she did. Desperately. She couldn't live without him, but the question was, could she live with herself if she went through with Tucker's request.
Tucker stared at her with his longing, puppy dog eyes. Ordinarily, they'd be charming, but in this scenario, they made her sick. How was it that he was trying to make her feel guilty. All she could think about were another man's blue eyes. The eyes she couldn't bear to live without. And with the thought of those eyes burning through her mind, she took a small step forward… Then another… And another… Before she knew it she was standing between Ed Tucker's legs, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
Once again, as he attempted to kiss her, she pushed his head away before instructing him, 'Not the lips…' She knew that would be the only moment of control she'd have that evening. The lips were too personal, and this was nothing but business she told herself.
Now shirtless himself, Tucker began to work on the buttons of her shirt. They popped open with ease, exposing her breasts which were housed in a rather revealing bra. She kicked herself for her choice of underwear. Why would she choose that bra on today of all days?
'Take it off.'
As she obliged to his demands, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants in order to stroke himself. It killed her that she was performing for him like this. She felt cheap. She felt degraded. But, she also felt responsible… After all, she was the one who initiated this exchange. She was the one who unbuttoned his shirt. She was the one who loosened his tie.
Within seconds of Olivia discarding her shirt and bra, Tucker stood up and switched places with her. He pushed her against the edge where he was seated and bent her over his desk. He fought to pull down her pants and underwear to expose her entrance. Once her pants had fallen to her ankles, Tucker spat in his hand before rubbing it between her legs. Despite his halfhearted attempt to make sure she was ready, it was still so painful when he entered her. As he moved in and out of her, the friction became increasingly uncomfortable. Her body lay slumped on his desk, lifeless. She went into survival mode, allowing her body to go through the motions of it. She made the right sounds when she thought he wanted them all while counting in her head, the seconds until it was over.
64 seconds.
With a thrust that was deeper than the others and a groan that was louder than the others, it was done 64 seconds later. His sweaty, exhausted body slumped on top of hers. She was ready for the moment to be over, she was ready for him to get out of her, she was ready to clean herself up and forget this ever happened.
But, who was she kidding? She was never going to forget this.
Something a little darker to what I normally try. Not sure if I'll continue it or not. Let me know what you think.