I'm angry, I know that. I'm out of line, I know that too but that doesn't stop me from ripping her to pieces little by little. It's personal even though everyone else thinks it's professional. It's not her fault that we didn't get enough evidence on the rapist that just walked out of the precinct two minutes prior but I still feel the need to make her feel my pain.
"What did you expect me to do?" Alex asks abruptly as she throws her hands to the side as if to show that there was nothing for her to do.
"Your fucking job!" I scream back her as I clench my jaw and try my best to control my breathing. I'm pissed, I think I've established that fact. I know I have about thirty seconds before either Elliot of Captain tells me to lay off and go home but I plan on taking advantage of that half a minute.
"I'd gladly do my job," She says calmly as she smiles ever so slightly. I can't tell if she's trying to calm me down or piss me off even more but I have the urge to wipe that smirk off of her pretty little face. "Once you do yours."
Can you blame me for seeing red? Before she has time to comprehend my movement and dodge me, I stalk toward her, cornering her against the wall with a single shaking finger pointing at her. "Don't you dare ever tell me that I don't do my job," I grit out behind clenched teeth. Usually my rage is aimed at the perps and don't get me wrong, I'd gladly beat the crap out of the rapist that just left this building but I don't have that option anymore. She's the only one I can blame and I want to. I want to blame her for the rapist walking out, I want to blame her for my sleepless nights, I want to blame her for the pain I'm feeling, I want to blame her for it all.
She tilts her chin upward as if to show that she's better than me, above me. After her initial shock wears off, her expression turns to stone. "Get off of me," She orders me in the voice that she typically reserves for the courtroom. That commanding, powerful voice that could make the defense piss themselves. And I like it.
I tilt my head slightly to evaluate her. Nothing about her body shows that she's willing to fight me, physically or verbally in order to get me off of her. If I had to guess, I'd say she's probably as turned on as I am. A small smirk forms on my lips as I press my lower half against her for a split second, causing her to gasp softly, before moving away. "You don't mean that," I whisper into her ear before pulling back to watch her eyes flutter back open. I can only imagine that they were closed as certain—images—flashed through her mind.
She licks her lips slowly as if taunting me. "I do," She replies steadily as those gorgeous blue eyes flicker between my lips and eyes. Yeah, she's definitely as turned on as I am but if she wants to play hard to get, then hard to get is what she'll get.
I shrug as I push myself off of the wall and away from her. "Fine," I reply evenly even though internally I'm smiling at the look of pure and utter confusion on her face. If I had to guess, I'd say that she expected me to take her on the damn wall in the middle of the precinct. I guess it's a good thing that it's so late at night that no one is left expect Captain and Elliot. Hell, I probably would've taken her against the wall if I knew we were alone but right about now I'm just waiting for Elliot to interrupt our little conversation. "Have it your way," I tell her and I know it's enough to push her over the edge.
I certainly didn't expect her to reach out and pull me back to her so roughly as I tried to walk away. I have to throw up my hands in order to brace myself against the wall so that I don't completely crush against her but that's probably what she wanted. Her lips are on mine in a split second, greedily nipping and licking as her hands tighten and twist the lapels of my jacket, forcing me to stay pressed up against her. I let her have her way for a few seconds, returning only a few rough bites against her tender lips, letting her know that I'm still in charge.
And then for the cherry on top, I push myself off of the wall, taking her along with me before shoving her backwards a bit more harshly than I meant to in order to get her to release her grip on my leather jacket. She stumbles backwards at the same moment that I hear heavy footsteps stop abruptly.
"BENSON!" I cringe as Cragen's pissed off voice floods the room, effectively halting both of our movements. "Out of line!" I can see Alex's eyes flash to him as she subconsciously rubs her kiss swollen lips with the back of her hand. I stay still for a few seconds, trying to deduce whether or not he saw what led up to me shoving Alex backwards. I slowly turn around and open up my mouth to speak but he immediately cuts me off. "You will not lay another hand on Cabot or else you're suspended until you can learn how to control yourself. She is not the enemy here."
I close my mouth and grit my teeth together as I stare right back at him. There's really no point in arguing with him because it's not like I can just tell him that her tongue was down my throat seconds prior. "Yes sir," I reply as steadily as I can, maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes move to my side, no doubt looking at Alex with concern.
"I'm fine, Don," Alex assures him which causes him to relax a bit more.
He looks back at me and narrows his eyes. "Go home," He orders and I have no choice but to nod. I can see Elliot walk into the room and stop abruptly as he looks between the three of us. Cragen turns around and returns to his office, slamming his door loud enough to rattle the windows.
Elliot takes a few steps closer to us, being his nosy self and trying to figure out what just happened. I glance at him momentarily before turning back to Alex as confidently and calmly as I can. "Interrogation room, now," I order her, making sure that I left no room for arguing. I expected her to fight back at least a little bit but instead she just glances over at Elliot before nodding and heading to the furthest and best hidden interrogation room.
Elliot raises and eyebrow at me before following Alex's figure as she walks away, and then turning back to me. "We have some things we need to discuss," I tell him as I turn away from him and start heading in her direction. I stop for a second, contemplating my next words as a small smile plays across my lips. "Don't let anyone go back there." I swear I hear his jaw hit the floor as I continue to walk toward the interrogation room.
