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A/N Shout out to 'Liv Cassidy' on for helping me out with the grammatical aspect of this chapter. You rock, babe :-)
1980 Columbia University
"Congratulations, you have all succeeded in the impossible. You brought life back to the dead by managing to make Shakespeare roll in his grave with these drabbles you have all written."
Fin rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his desk and glanced at his watch. It was 4:25 and class was ending in five minutes, but if Benson the Bitch, as Serena's students have dubbed her, kept them after merely to scold them; he was gonna be late for meeting with Olivia.
A smile grew on his lips at the thought of her. She was funny, intelligent, clever and sexy. Very sexy. He licked his lips as he thought about all the things he would be doing with her later tonight.
Yes, Fin respected women, and he was fine if she wanted to wait. Olivia was more than a sweet piece of freshman meat, and he would make sure she knew he thought that about her before he tried anything; but he still couldn't help the smirk that appeared when he thought about how he was gonna tear up that sweet little ass of hers.
"Mr. Tutuola, please enlighten me on how your entire class failing this assignment is somehow funny."
Serena's words jerked Fin out of his day dreams, and he raised a defiant brow at the woman standing in front of him. "'Scuse me?"
"I'm in need of some humorous moments after reading these dismal papers. Enlighten me on what was so humorous," she told him with just as much attitude as he had given her.
Fin and Serena stared down at one another as Fin smirked at her. "You really wanna know?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I weren't expecting an answer."
Fin shrugged. "Fine. I was thinking about how better life would be if you stopped being a damn bitch all the time."
There was a collective gasp around the lecture hall followed by stifled laughter and hissing whispers about what they had just witnessed. Fin leaned back, triumphant in his chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
The two almost seemed to stare one another down for a moment before Serena, surprising the entire lecture hall, merely smirked at the defiant senior. "Mr. Tutuola, stay behind. Everyone else, dismissed."
The whole class all but ran out of the lecture hall leaving the two of them alone in the lecture hall. When the last student had left, Serena clasped her hands in front of her blouse. "You're a senior, correct?"
"Yup."
Serena nodded knowingly. "I teach multiple classes within multiple grade levels. Why is this my first time having you in my class?
Fin shrugged. "Maybe I got lucky."
A slight smile drew her lips up. "Do you find yourself amusing, Mr. Tutuola?"
"Yup. Lemme guess, you don't?"
"I find you, Mr. Tutuola, bordering an ignorance that sickens me to my very core," she spat in an icy tone that sent shudders up his back. Serena leaned in close to his face until their faces were mere inches away. "Just because this is your final semester, does not give you permission to act like a juvenile delinquent. Do you understand me?"
Fin stared back into her eyes, neither one flinching for several moments before he was the first to break. "Yeah. You wanna ease up off me now?"
Serena gave him a frigid smirk as she leaned in closer, sending another shudder down Fin's back. "Dismissed," she whispered.
She slowly leaned back and walked away with a slight sway in her hips. Fin shook his head as he got up from the chair and began to make his way towards the exit. "Oh and, Mr. Tutuola?"
Serena called when Fin grasped the door handle. He paused as Serena walked over to him, her black heels clicking on the polished linoleum floor.
Fin turned and once again she was standing mere inches away. Serena held up a printed paper that had a large red circular "D-" on it and folded it slowly four times before she reached down and slowly put it in his front pocket. She shifted her hand just slightly, allowing her hand to just graze what was in between his legs for several seconds without turning away from his eyes.
Fin swallowed hard as his heart pounded in his chest, neither willing to break each others eye contact. Finally, with another smirk, she pulled her hand out of his pocket. She reached around him and pushed open the door. "Go."
Without another word, she turned and walked away. Fin stood motionless for several moments before he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Fin didn't stop for nobody as he barreled down the halls. He didn't stop until he reached the outside of the campus. He leaned against the outer wall and shook his head.
Fin wasn't gonna deny that Serena was good looking for an older woman. She had a nice body and was hot if you were into the pale blonde hair type. But she was way too frigid and icy for Fin to even consider getting with her.
"Fucking shit, man," Fin grumbled as he pulled his back pack on over his shoulder. Shaking his head at his professor's, what he deemed insanity, he began making his way towards the senior dorms.
Twenty minutes later he approached the street he lived on and couldn't help but smile at the thought of what awaited him. He turned down his street and as he walked nearer the dorms, he saw someone with thick curly dark hair sitting on the stoop.
He beamed when he got nearer and saw Olivia, looking down the block looking a bit anxious.
"Hey, Girl," Fin called out with a smile, earning the young brunette's attention.
Olivia turned towards him and all anxiousness disappeared and was replaced by a smile. "Hi," she greeted with a grin that lit up her face. She stood up from the stairs and walked down to meet him, smoothing out her skirt and top.
Fin walked up to her and perhaps it was just still residual from his previous encounter but he couldn't help but notice just how warm and inviting Olivia's eyes were; a complete 180 from what he had experienced with Serena.
"You are a sight for sore eyes, Baby," he told her as he pushed a hand into his pocket. "After my last class I need a friendly face."
Olivia laughed as she and Fin made their way up the stairs again to the front door. "Tough class?"
Fin scoffed as he pulled a set of keys out of his jacket and shoved them into the key hole. "Girl, you don't know the half of it. You hear of Benson the Bitch yet?"
Olivia froze for a moment, a flash of fear shining in her eyes before she cleared her throat and followed him into the building. "Yeah. Yeah I have actually. She's uh... she's blonde right? Late thirties?"
"Yeah. Do yourself a favor and never sign up to get a class with her. Even Spitting Stan is better at teaching then her," Fin grumbled. "Bitch is completely out of her damn mind.
Olivia cleared her throat as they made their way up to his apartment. "I... I mean I don't know. She may have like a lot of issues going on, ya know?"
Fin shrugged as he pulled to his keys again. "Maybe. But I just gotta drop off my bag and then we're gonna get going, alright? Movie and dinner good for you?"
"It sounds great," she told him, forcing a smile. Fin returned it as he opened the door and allowed her to go in first before he followed.
"So what are you in the mood for? For romance we got Blue Lagoon, funny we got The Blues Brothers, and for scary we got Friday the Thirteenth."
"I've been wanting to see Friday the Thirteenth but I've been to chicken to go by myself," she admitted with a chuckle.
Fin smiled as he threw his bag down on the couch and dug out his wallet to make sure he had more then enough cash for the cab fare, movies, and dinner afterwards. "Well you're going with me so there ain't shit you gotta be afraid of,"
"Well if I do get scared can I jump into your arms?" she asked with a sly grin.
Fin bit his lip as he looked her over and walked over towards her. "I'm counting on it, Girl," he told her in a smooth tone that sent a delightful shudder down her back.
The young couple smiled at each other for a moment before he wrapped his arm around her waist and headed out of the apartment.
Fin quickly hailed a cab and they were off like a shot.
The whole drive there was filled with mostly Fin talking about school while Olivia listened politely, generally interested in what he had to say. He found it weird though that whenever he would ask her a question about school she would shrug it off or answer so broadly it left more questions then answers.
He finally decided to leave a topic she obviously didn't want to talk about alone and turned it to something else.
"So what do you plan on doing after graduation?" asked Fin as the cab drove nearer to their destination.
"Police academy," Olivia told him without missing a beat. "Be uniform a few years then go into Special Victims Unit."
Fin narrowed his eyes in confusion. "SVU? You don't really hear too many people volunteering for that."
"I know but there's a reason why, I promise."
"And that reason is not something to discuss on a first date?"
Olivia smiled and gave him a curt nod. "Right."
Fin chuckled and nodded pulling her closer to him just so she knew that it didn't deter him. "You're mysterious," he mused with a smile, "I like that."
Olivia blushed slightly s she ave him a grin back. "Thanks. But , uh, what do you wanna do after graduation?"
"The Academy then Narcotics. I grew up on some pretty rough streets and I saw what drugs did to my neighbors and friends... I wanna do my part to stop it."
Olivia nodded in understanding. "That's very noble of you."
"What can I say, I'm a noble guy," he told her with a flash of a flirty grin. Olivia returned it but as she leaned in to kiss him the cab came to a stop outside of the theater.
Fin quickly paid the cabbie and got out, hurrying over to Olivia's side where he opened the door for her. "Good looking AND a gentleman... I must say, I like the combination," said Olivia with a grin as she grabbed Fin's offered hand and got out of the cab.
Fin merely smiled as he led her to the ticket counter where what looked like a heated argument had broken out between the ticket seller and the customers.
"Come on, I'll be seventeen in three months!" one of the customers, a teenager with dark blonde hair cried to the ticket master who was getting more agitated by the second. "I really wanna see this movie!"
"I don't give a shit, you're not seeing this movie!" the cashier snapped.
"But I'm nineteen!" the boy beside the sixteen year old argued. "I can buy his ticket!"
"I watched this movie, it's way too graphic, you're not watching it! I don't care if you're nineteen or ninety!"
The nineteen year old groaned loudly as he rolled his eyes. "Let me see your manager and let me see him now."
"I am the manager!" the cashier yelled as he grabbed his golden name tag and thrust it forward. "And the only way you're seeing Friday the Thirteenth is under my dead body!"
Olivia's eyes widened and her heart began beating rapidly against her chest. Fin didn't know she was only sixteen. He thought she was a college freshman and she had no plans to tell him ANYTHING that would make him think otherwise in the foreseeable future. She'd rather tel a little white lie then have him be angry at her.
Olivia cleared her throat and earned Fin's attention away from the squabbling. "Uh, I really don't wanna see Friday the Thirteenth."
"Why? Baby, there's nothing to be scared of, I'll be right there with you."
"No I know. I know but, uh, I just... I'm not really in the mood for a scary movie, ya know?"
Olivia quickly scanned the movie list, looking for the first movie that wasn't 'R' rated. "Oh, uh, Coal Miners Daughter," Olivia offered, hoping it wasn't as stupid as it sounded. "I heard that was amazing, can we see that one?"
Fin raised his brow. "Isn't that the one about the Lynn girl?"
"Loretta Lynn, yup. And I'm a huge fan," Olivia lied, never before hearing a single song by the talented woman "So... do you mind?"
Fin, who had no desire to sit through an autobiography about some Country Singer but not wanting to *hurt her feelings or pride, merely sighed and nodded. "Sure. We'll see the Coal movie."
Olivia beamed at him and hugged him. "Thank you," she said with a happy sigh.
"No problem, Girl," he told her as he embraced her. "But you know you're making it up to me, right?"
Olivia pulled back from his arms and smirked. "I look forward to it," she purred.
Fin bit his bottom lip for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her, enjoying the softness of her lips before he pulled back and sighed happily. "This coal movie is gonna be great."
Olivia chuckled before she nuzzled into his tight and warm embrace, the smile instantly fading from her face.
This was going to be a lot harder then it looked...
Present Day
As Olivia and Fin walked to Cragen's office, they were both reminded why they never talked about any aspect of their prior relationship. The air was thick with tension and neither could bring themselves to even look at one another much less talk about that they were gonna say to their superior.
They paused outside of Cragen's office and Olivia's heart pounded hard against her ribs so hard she thought it was going to burst out of her chest. Her breathing was slightly haggard and Fin glanced down at her, swallowing hard when he saw the look of fear embedded in her features.
"You okay?" he muttered softly.
Olivia shook her head, "not really," she mumbled as she raised a trembling hand to Cragen's door. Taking a deep breath that did nothing to calm her nerves, she knocked three rapid times and for the whole 2 seconds it took for him to tell them to come in, it felt like an entire lifetime...
Looking at one another for some kind of support, Olivia and Fin walked into Cragen's office who narrowed his eyes in slight confusion. His detectives coming to see him wasn't an unusual thing but they hardly ever came in pairs.
"Whats going on?" Cragen asked as Fin and Olivia walked in with Fin shutting the door behind him.
"We need to talk to you about the Moline case," Fin told him with a deep breath. Cragen motioned to the chairs in front of his desk and both Olivia and Fin sat down in them.
Olivia and Fin glanced at one another before they turned back to a curious Cragen. Olivia took a deep breath and glanced down at the floor for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts into something remotely organized.
Finally she turned back to Cragen and began wringing her hands together nervously. "The... the victim... she uh..." She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes that had filled with sudden tears. "Fin and myself... we... we have a... a personal connection to... to Annette Molinet ."
Fin whipped towards her. "That's her name? Annette?"
Olivia nodded as she turned from an even more baffled Cragen to an anxious Fin and offered him a warm smile. "Yeah. They call her Annie for short."
Fin couldn't help the grin that overtook his face. "It's beautiful," he told her. "I know you're not a fan of names with 'A', but that's a beautiful name, Liv."
"Okay hang on," said Cragen as he looked between Olivia and Fin, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Does someone wanna tell me what's going on?"
Olivia and Fin glanced at one another briefly. "Please tell him," Olivia begged softly. Fin nodded before they turned back towards Cragen. Fin cleared his throat as he clapped his hands together. "About... About five years before Olivia started work at SVU," he began, deciding it would be in the best interest for everyone if he skipped over the two decades of drama between him and Olivia before they got to the point where Annette was created. "Me and Olivia... we um..." Fin swallowed hard, trying his damnest to find any word that wouldn't disrespect what he had done with Olivia but also wanting to respect her privacy. Finally after several moments he sighed and shook his head. "We hooked up."
Cragen's eyes grew wider then he ever thought possible. He glanced between Olivia who's eyes were burning holes into the floor back to Fin who was silently pleading for the older man not to shout at the two of them.
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples in dismay with his thumb and forefinger. "Why do I have a feeling that isn't the most surprising part about this story?" he muttered, praying with all his might that he was wrong.
Fin swallowed hard before he began speaking again, deciding he should treat it like a band-aid and get it over as quickly as possible. "Because you'd be right. I... Captain, I got her pregnant."
Cragen's jaw literally dropped and his eyes grew so wide it was almost comical if the situation wasn't so serious. A million and one thoughts ran through his mind, neither of which he could voice without sounding like an idiot.
He had no idea they were anything closer then friends. During Fin's first two years he wasn't even sure of that but Cragen never would have guessed they had had a one night stand years before hand or a hook up or whatever the hell they called it.
This was bad. This was so horrifically bad...
Fin opened his mouth to speak again but Cragen put up a hand to silence the Detective before he reached into one of his desk drawers, and pulled out a large Dr. Pepper. He twisted off the cap and downed over half the bottle in one go before he turned back to his two detectives.
The commanding officer took several deep breaths before he folded his hands on his desk. He closed his eyes and the words 'what happened to the child?' stumbled out of his mouth but he already had a sickening feeling what their answer was gonna be.
"Olivia gave her up for adoption," Fin replied with a bitterness that didn't go unnoticed by neither Cragen or Olivia who snapped her head up to glare at him. "And the newest victim, Annette," his lips curled slightly upwards as he spoke the name of his daughter. "Is our daughter."
Cragen exhaled a long breath and nodded, is hands still folded in front of him. After several moments where he struggled to piece together what had just been told, he turned to look at Olivia. "Who else knows?"
Olivia cleared her throat before she spoke. "Amaro," she answered in a soft voice. "When I found out who it was, I passed out and I wasn't thinking and it just slipped out."
Cragen nodded. "Okay, who else?"
"No one," Olivia told him. "I... I never told anyone. And he promised me he wouldn't tell Amanda and I didn't tell him Fin was the father."
Cragen took a deep breath as he nodded again. "Okay. Okay, okay... Um... I've... I've never had to deal with this situation before," he told them slowly so he had time to think about his next words. "I... I don't need to tell you that you're both off this case and neither of you are to have ANY contact with the... the victim."
Fin shook his head. "I can't do that, Captain. I wanna see her."
"No you don't," muttered Olivia.
"Yeah I do," Fin said a bit snippy. "You got to be there when she was born, held her once and you just saw her. I wasn't even allowed in the hospital room, Olivia."
"That wasn't my fault."
"Oh trust me I know who's fault it is and it's just as wrong now as it was back then," he argued as he narrowed his eyes slightly. "But I am going to see my daughter."
"She isn't your daughter," Olivia told him, glancing at a befuddled Cragen, silently begging him to help her.
"Yeah; she is!" Fin yelled.
"Okay both of you knock it off," Cragen barked making both look over at him. When they did he sighed and shook his head. "First off, how the hell did you two manage to be friends all these years without going back and fourth like this?"
"We didn't talk about it," Olivia admitted. "It was working pretty well actually."
"Well you're talking about it now and this bickering and fighting isn't going to happen. Second, I'm getting the impression this wasn't a random hookup and there's a lot more to the story that you two aren't telling me. But Fin, she's right. Annette isn't your daughter, you gave her up for adoption."
"I didn't give up shit!"
"Nevertheless! You're not to see her. Do I make myself clear, Detective?"
Fin shook his head in disgust as he stood up from the chair. "This is bullshit," he barked as he stormed out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
Cragen groaned into his hands for a moment before he turned towards Olivia who had tears shining in her eyes and he immediately softened. "You okay?" he asked gently.
Olivia sniffed and shook her head. "Not really," she muttered, hardly audible to anyone around her.
"You wanna talk about it?"
Olivia gave him a sad smile. "Not really..."
Without another moment wasted Olivia got up from the chair and headed out of the office, leaving Cragen with only one thought;
This was gonna be very, VERY bad...
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