Title: South Florida.
Summary: Takes place during the episode Secrets Exhumed. What if things had happened between Nick and Olivia while they were in Florida?
Rating: M. Adult language, situations, and tons of smut.
Warnings: Some spoilers for the episode Secrets Exhumed. The first part is from the episode Secrets Exhumed.
Pairing: Bensaro (Nick & Olivia) If the idea of Nick Amaro and Olivia Benson together in a romantic way doesn't quite float your boat, then this story may not be for you.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except this story idea, and the situations I put the characters (that I borrowed from NBC) in. NBC, Dick Wolf, own all the rights to the show, and the characters. I make no profits off this story.
Authors Note:
You don't need to have seen Secrets Exhumed to get the story, but it might help. Fortunately it's my job as the writer to make sure that you know what's going on. This fiction roughly follows the storyline of Secrets Exhumed. The case is canon, but all the Bensaro tension that I add while they're working the case..is (sigh) not canon.
I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review! I really do appreciate all the support you guys give me.
Prologue:
Olivia Benson placed the cardboard box that contained her belongings from her old desk on to her new desk, the desk that was directly across from Nick.
"I don't wanna move," Fin complained as he set his own box down on the desk that Olivia used to occupy.
"It's 6 feet, Fin," Olivia pointed out as she began unpacking, taking files from the box and laying them in an organized stack on her desk.
"You're all still to complaisant, now I've said it before, and I'll say it again; it's a new year and I wanna shake things up," Cragen spoke from beside Nick's desk. Olivia simply continued unpacking.
"I like my old desk," Fin continued, pointing to his old spot that was farther back in the squad room.
"Well we can get you a grief counselor," Nick smirked. Olivia couldn't help but crack a small smile at his teasing.
"Says the guy that doesn't have to move," Fin grumbled, looking in Nick's direction.
"I'm gone a few months and you're rearranging the furniture. What's next? Carpeting? Paper towels in the men's room?" Much spoke as he entered the squad room, file folder in hand.
"Well if it isn't the man that came in from cold case," Cragen announced to the rest of his squad, a small smile on his face.
"Welcome back," Olivia greeted, offering Munch a smile.
"You know everyone says that the DNA bank at the state is a good thing. Downside; somebody's gotta go through the cases," Munch said. "Upside, I got a hit on an unsolved rape-murder from 87'."
"That's not cold, that's frigid. What do we got on the suspect so far?" Amanda Rollins suddenly jumped into the conversation, standing from her desk to join the rest of the squad.
"Brian Traymore, 52, picked up in Miami on cocaine possession," Nick read from the open file that Munch had placed in his hands.
"By the time his DNA was processed he had served his three months, he's being released tomorrow," Munch spoke, nodding his head in the captain's direction.
"I'll have the D.A start the extradition papers. Benson, Amaro, book the next flight to Miami," Cragen instructed.