A/N: Hey guys! Back with yet another lovely tale for you guys but this time I'm not alone! Historygeek1399 and I have decided to collaborate together to bring you yet another AC tale full of fun and love and everything else in between. No we are not abandoning any of our own singular projects but we just thought this would be a cool thing for you guys. Thanks for the support and we really hope you enjoy this little work of hours!
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Officer Alex Cabot stares in a rather bored fashion out the window of her squad car at the rapidly passing traffic. She can't help the bored yawn that escapes her lips as she checks the time on her dash only to see that only a mere fifteen minutes have passed since the last time she had looked at the time and only thirty minutes had passed since the time before that. Honestly, it's as if time is moving at the pace of a snails imply because it knows that she is sitting there bored out of her mind.
Truth be told, as still kind of a 'new fish in the sea' as some would call it, she kind of expected herself to be doing more interactive tasks such as riding around with another officer while they worked their usual patrol. However, at the very same time, she finds herself unable to complain as she realizes it's a good thing that they trusted her enough to send her out on traffic duty. But that doesn't necessarily mean she has to like it. Come on, everyone wants to be that annoying cop that hides under the bridge and then suddenly pops out of nowhere to catch that one unlucky speeder…right?
"Wrong." The blonde officer says out loud as she repeatedly taps her fingers against the steering wheel of the car. Her eyes narrow at the speeds registering on the radar gun hanging out her window and of course to her luck it seems like that everyone has decided to become a model citizen for the day and drive the speed limit; which in turn means that there's much less action for her.
"Somebody has to be in a hurry today." She mutters out loud once more as she absentmindedly taps her fingers against the navy blue pant leg of her uniform. She groans and uncomfortably tugs at the collar, before shifting in the seat as if to get comfortable. "It's hot in here…"
Sighing heavily once more, Alex turns her attention back towards the radar gun just in time to see the registered speed spike to well above the speed limit just as a car speeds quickly down the road. "Finally." She huffs with a sigh of relief at being able to move from her secluded position underneath a bridge. She turns on the lights and sirens as she quickly maneuvers through traffic towards the 'perpetrators' vehicle.
"Please don't run, I don't think I'm quite ready for that." Alex jokes to herself as the car in front of her finally slows to a stop on the right shoulder of the freeway. She puts her own car into park and grabs her ticket pad before slipping out the door towards the awaiting driver.
Once she reaches the other car, the driver rolls down his window in complete agitation, glaring holes into the cop as if the simple stare would make her disappear. She quirks an eyebrow in silent response before she tilts her head to the side and places a hand at her side. "Hi there. You know how fast you were going?"
"Fast enough." The rather scraggly man replies gruffly, his knuckles turning a ghastly white as his hands simultaneously clench around the steering wheel.
Alex crinkles her nose in disgust but it's not at the response or the man's appearance. It's the fact that she can practically smell the strangling odor of alcohol radiating from the car. Of course a routine traffic stop turns out to be one of potential DUI. Just her luck.
"Sir, can you step out of the car for me?" She asks politely yet firmly as she puts a respectable and appropriate distance between herself and the car.
"What for? I ain't done nothin' wrong but speedin'."
"Sir, there's a heavy stench of alcohol radiating from in here. I'd kindly appreciate it if you could step out of the car."
The man grunts heavily under his breath as he opens the driver's side door to his car. As he gets out of the car, it is made evident that he is lanky, borderline boney, and he nearly towers over the officer in front of him. A dark glint casts across his eyes as he is then told to place his hands on the car.
Alex scowls deeply as the man refuses to do as he is told the first time. "Sir, I really don't want to have to say it again. Put your hands on the car." She repeats in a firm voice, her frown deepening when she receives no type of cooperation in response. "Now."
Everything happens in a millisecond as the man shoves the officer towards the oncoming traffic in the street before he practically jumps across the hood of his car and takes off towards the grass just on the other side of the freeway pass.
"Oh, great." Alex mutters darkly as she quickly recovers and sprints after the man who now has a hefty head start on her. It isn't until she's chased him about the length of a football field before her hand flies to her radio and she quickly calls for backup. "This is delta 3127 requesting backup. I am foot pursuit and suspect is rounding the corner of Roswell and 5th. I repeat, suspect is rounding the corner of Roswell and 5th."
Due to the man's slight amount of intoxication, Alex finds herself quickly able to recover the ground that she had lost but her heart practically drops to her feet when she sees him approach a fence and begin the attempt to climb over. "Oh no you don't." she grounds out as she begins to ascend the fence as well.
The two engage in a struggle near the top of the fence, which in turn causes the man to flip all the way over, unfortunately dragging the officer with him where she lands hard on the ground, scraping her arm on a jagged edge of the fence on her way down. Much to her luck, however, the perpetrator had landed in such an awkward position on his leg that it hinders his escape root.
"Son of a bitch." Alex hisses at the searing pain in her arm, but she must push it to the back of her mind as she drives her knee into the man's lower back where she begins placing the cuffs on him. It isn't until then that he fellow officers discover her location and arrive at the scene.
"Look at you. Taking out the bag guys all by yourself." One of the older officers, Grayson, teases as he lightly smacks the blonde on the shoulder. "What happened out here?"
Alex rolls her eyes but immediately winces at the pain in her arm from the gash. "I pulled him over for speeding and I smelled alcohol on him. I told him to step out of the car and when he did, the bastard ran on me. I caught up to him here."
"Fucking bitch broke my leg!" the angry perp shouts as he is led by two officers to a waiting ambulance. "Bitch broke my leg! That's police brutality!"
"Ah, shut up." Alex responds with another eye roll as she reluctantly allows paramedics to disinfect and bandage the gash on her arm. "Of course my routine traffic stop couldn't be just that; routine."
"Ah, c'mon Casey, cut her a break. She caught the guy didn't she?" Detective Olivia Benson practically groans as she follows the fuming ADA down the hallway towards the interview room. Of course it would be just their luck that Casey is in one of her 'moods' today.
"It was reckless behavior, Detective." Assistant D.A Casey Novak snaps as she stops abruptly and spins on her heel. "Reckless behavior for an arrest that you should have been there to make."
Olivia quirks an eyebrow and though she holds up her hands in surrender, she is still feeling a little challenged by the statement. "You know as well as I do that it was by pure fate that this guy was caught. He left zero information on the radar and we were still looking for him. Had I known where he was, yes, I would have made the arrest, but considering the circumstances, it looks like you have a witness you need to prep."
Casey's eyes narrow defiantly before she groans audibly and drags her fingers through her hair. "That is exactly what I'm talking about. I shouldn't be here prepping a uniform officer simply because if my detectives had done their jobs-"
"I don't work for you." the irritated detective responds firmly as her eyes narrow into thin slits.
"You do; and I expect things to be done the way they should be." Casey responds coldly before she turns around once again and storms off towards the interview room with a little less than please expression plastered across her face. As she makes her way to the interview room, she peers through the glass before she sighs heavily, and glides gracefully through the door before nearly slamming it behind her.
Alex is a tiny bit startled by the sudden intrusion in the room and she raises her eyes to meet the angry ones of the gorgeous crimson haired woman that is the intruder. Her eyes briefly rake over the woman's skirt suit clad body before she clears her throat and taps her fingers against the table, coming up with something eloquent and appropriate to say for this particular moment. "Hi…"
"Hello." Casey responds tightly as she sets her attaché on the table before she slides into the chair across from the officer. "Do you know who I am?"
"Uh, well, would you be offended if I said that I didn't? But you look kinda important, what with the way you walked in here and everything you know…your clothes and…stuff…" Alex tapers off, feeling a bit scrutinized under the woman's harsh gaze. "You are…?"
"It doesn't surprise me that you don't." Casey responds tightly once more before she daintily sticks her hand across the table in a greeting gesture. "Assistant district attorney Casey Novak."
Alex stares blankly at the hand for the longest of moments before her brain practically kicks her in the rear and she quickly returns the handshake. "Oh I see, well I'm-"
"Officer Alexandra Cabot. I know who you are."
"Great. Well just Alex is fine. Listen, Miss Novak, I'm really not trying to sound like a pain here, but am I in trouble?"
Casey frowns briefly before she removes a folder from her attaché and spreads it's contents across the table. "The man that you arrested today is wanted on several rape and murder charges. He was the suspect in several pending cases for the Special Victims Unit; the unit in which I am assigned."
"Oh I see." Alex responds, finally feeling like she can relax into the chair. "So is this a thank you or…"
"Far from it." The attorney snaps suddenly, folding her hands together on the table in an authoritative fashion. "Your behavior in the field today was reckless and inappropriate, you do realize this correct?"
Alex's eyes widen at the accusatory statement as her spine goes rigid. "Now wait a second, I didn't do anything wrong here. I was simply pulling the guy over for speeding. He seemed a little drunk and when I asked him to get out the car he ran! What else was I supposed to do?!"
"Did you not think to call for backup as soon as you pulled the suspect over?"
"I didn't think I needed to! It was just a traffic stop. I called for backup once I started chasing him."
Casey's eyes harden challengingly as they fall on the bandage at the officer's arm. "What happened to your arm?" she asks firmly with a tilt of her head.
Alex briefly glances down at the bandaged wrap around her arm before she shrugs nonchalantly. "I scraped it on a jagged edge when the guy fell over the fence."
"And it's that kind of behavior that could have gotten you killed, Officer. It's that kind of behavior that puts people's lives in jeopardy."
"Well I am so sorry for doing my job."
Casey sighs heavily before she rummages in her attaché once again for another brief moment before she produces what looks to be a small card. "You have to appear in court at his trial considering you were the arresting officer and the first responder on the scene." She explains before tapping her finger on the card. "You will need to come by my office at a later date so we can begin to prepare your testimony. My office phone number is on there as well. Please make sure you call before you just barge into my office."
Alex raises an eyebrow as she picks up the card between her fingers and studies it. Just as the attorney is about to exit the interview room, she calls out to her with a rather smug expression. "Miss Novak, if you don't mind me asking, is there any way that your personal number is on this card as well?" she questions with a well knowing smirk. A small chuckle escapes her lips when she hears the attorney huff quietly before practically storming out the exact way she came in.
"Guess that was a no."