A/N: A day in the field with Cassidy and Stabler? What could go wrong? And a few more interesting turns.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned the characters I wouldn't need to write a disclaimer. And also, the show would need to be on HBO after 11PM…
"Yeah," Olivia said into her cell phone, while typing at great speed. Her eyes kept shifting from her computer monitor to Cragen's office door, and back again. "Now. He is? Can you...that's perfect. Yeah. Nice work, Myers." She hung up, moved her cell phone back into her pocket, and continued working on her computer. She narrowed her eyes at the small window in the top left corner, a live video feed of Cragen in his office, on the phone, and the entire call was being captioned. As she watched, and read, she filled out the form for her current SVU case, making sure to stay on top of both of her jobs.
She was almost finished with the last page when two shouting voices interrupted her concentration. Her head popped up, but only for a moment, as she didn't want to miss any of the apparently important conversation Cragen was having with Ed Tucker, about someone else in the unit. "Can the two of you please shut the fuck up?" she snapped, the yelling now louder since the fighting men were in the room.
Cassidy looked at her, tilted his head, and smirked. "Oh, well aren't you sunshine and rainbows, today?"
"Asshole," she hissed, her eyes planted firmly on her computer. She mumbled something else as she started typing again, a new window, a series of codes and long words, a lot of numbers and symbols, nothing that anyone who didn't know what the hell she was doing would understand. "Come on, come on," she whispered, biting her lip, and she felt Elliot behind her now, the heat radiating off of his body and enveloping her. Even in her awful mood and state of agitation, she couldn't help a smile from spreading across her face. "Well?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He's a dick," he whispered back, leaning over to whisper into her ear while pretending to read the case file over her shoulder. "But he's not even remotely close to being smart enough to be our guy. He asked me what FBI stood for."
"Are you serious?" she asked, flummoxed. She chuckled when he gave her an affirmative hum, and then said, "I think we got a person of interest, that out." She kept typing as she nodded toward the video playing in the corner, hoping he would read the transcribed conversation running along the bottom.
"What?" he gasped softly. "No way, I mean...no fucking way."
She shook her head and sighed. "I don't want to believe it, either, but even one of our guys at the Hub said there's been a lot of...interesting activity on her computer. Brody said it was someone in the unit, we just assumed it was one of the detectives." She watched as Cragen hung up the phone, clicked off the feed, minimized her intel window, and sat up a bit straighter. She printed the files, moving toward the machine, and tried to smile as she turned toward Cassidy. "So what were you and Hulk, here, fighting about?"
Cassidy scoffed. "Better question, what weren't we fighting about?" He huffed as he plopped into his chair. "He made these bitchy comments every time I asked him something. Kept interrupting me when I tried to talk to the vic's boss. Called me a bunch of fucking names, and then when I asked him a simple, innocent question about you, he tried to throw me out of the car!"
Her head snapped around to Elliot, and she raised a brow. "What did he ask you?"
"He asked if I knew whether or not you were into S and M," he told her with a clenched jaw. His eyes narrowed and a slow grin grew. "I didn't even answer that one, I just…" he looked over at Cassidy. "And I didn't try to throw you out of the car! The door flew open, I was trying to save your ass!"
"You were trying to unhook my seatbelt!" Cassidy shouted back.
Cragen finally came out of his office, obviously annoyed and not in the mood to put up with any shit. "What the hell is going on out here?" he barked, and then he saw the looks Elliot and Cassidy were giving each other. "Stabler," he sighed, "Why am I not surprised?"
"Hey, no, Cap," Elliot defended, pointing an accusing finger in Cassidy's direction. "It was all him! He doesn't know shit about how to do his job, and I can't fucking hold his hand while I'm trying to do mine! Not to mention…" he glared at Cassidy, tightened his jaw again. "If he asked me one more fucking question about Liv's sex life, I was…"
"What?" The shouted word came from two voices, and Cragen and Olivia looked at each other before sending the same threatening glare toward Cassidy. "Do you have a death wish?" Cragen asked, no trace of amusement on his face. It was a serious question.
Cassidy's eyebrows shot up, and he dropped his jaw before saying, "He threatened me! Are you gonna do something about that?"
"Yeah," Cragen nodded, and then he looked at Elliot, who seemed to be turning red. "I'm gonna give him a commendation in his jacket, because he actually controlled his temper for once." He shook his head and looked back at Cassidy. "Olivia's personal life is none of your business, and I don't even think Elliot knows what the hell is going on with her, considering he just got divorced and has his hands full with his kids. You knew it would push his buttons, you were trying to…" he ran a hand down his face and cleared his throat. "I will deal with this shit later. What have you got on Thompson?"
Elliot took a deep breath. "Parents said they haven't seen her in over a month, since she moved in with her boyfriend." He moved back around to his desk, picked up a small notebook, and flipped a few pages. "Guy named Daniel Northrup. He works at a bank downtown, we almost got him to talk to us, but Gomer Pyle over there scared him into thinking he needed a lawyer!"
"All I said was that he needed to clear things up," Cassidy complained, holding up both of his hands, "That he was first on the list of suspects, and we could…"
"Jesus," Olivia hissed, rolling her eyes. "This is why I should've gone with Stabler." She shook her head, knowing damn well it was her idea to send him out with Cassidy, and that she was the one who hacked into the system and switched assignments around. "El and I will go find this guy, calm him down, actually talk to him, and Cassidy can follow up with Cabot on this," she shoved the now stapled bunch of papers in her hand into an empty file folder, handed it and a pen to Elliot, watched him sign it, and then held it out to Cassidy. "Here," she said, nodding once.
Rolling his eyes, Cassidy pulled it from her hands and flipped it open, not wanting to argue anymore.
"Before you go," Cragen said, "Tucker wants to see you." He let out a single, snorting chuckle. "Don't look at me like that, you're, surprisingly, not in trouble." He jerked his head toward the door, and then he turned to head back into his office.
"Gee," Olivia said with a grin, "Wonder what he wants."
Elliot's eyes narrowed, and he grinned at her. "That's what...you were hacking into Tucker's computer." He saw her smile widen, and he shook his head. He led her out of the squadroom, toward the elevator, and he turned to her as he hit the button on the wall. "For the record," he lowered his voice and his gaze, letting his eyes linger on her chest for a moment too long, and he licked his lips as they rose back up to meet her stare. "Am I the only one that knows the answers to those questions Cassidy was asking?"
She smirked, gave a flick of her head to whip the hair out of her face, and scraped her teeth along her lower lip. "From personal experience, yeah," she nodded as she stepped into the opened doors with a seductive glance over her shoulder. "I'm pretty sure it's in my CCA file somewhere, though. We, uh, have very thorough and accurate personality and IQ tests."
"So, wait," he began, tilting his head and squinting at her. "You actually told some asshole agent about your…"
"No," she laughed, "No, uh, it's all digital. You take the tests on the computer, their filed, stored, and only accessed if it's absolutely necessary. The results are the only thing that get released within the agency. The answers themselves…" she took a breath. "Only come out when a case demands it." She noticed how tense has body had turned, how stiffly he stood beside her. Her head turned, her eyes landed on his darkened glare. "What's the matter?"
He tugged on his pants, rolled his hips to the left, and grunted something unintelligible. "Nothing I can do anything about," he spat. He scratched the back of his neck and said, "I just, uh, got myself a little too worked up, thinking about...you, being a very…" he leaned closer to her, "very good girl."
Her eyes fluttered as a soft moan escaped and she cleared her throat when the doors opened again. "Fucking hell," she ground out, breezing past him, now just as aroused and frustrated as he was. She was leading him, now, through the lobby, out of the doors. "I'm sorry about this morning," she told him, "I really thought Cassidy…"
"It made sense," he shrugged, pulling on his tie to smooth it. He grabbed her hand as they stepped off the curb, protectively moving ahead of her as they crossed the street. "But when he actually had to ask me if we had to write down the vic's statement word for word, I knew there was no way in hell he could be the brains behind an agency infiltration." He scoffed. "He barely has enough brains to behind the counter at Java Joe's."
"Hey, you have to be pretty damn smart to memorize all those drink recipes," she laughed. "Don't insult baristas like that."
He turned to her, stopping them both, and pulled her roughly to him as his lips slammed into hers. His left hand still gripped her right, but his other hand smoothed down her back, cupped her ass, and squeezed it as he bucked his body into hers, rocking his erection against her heat. "Fuck," he almost whined, his eyes squeezed shut. "You're a fucking walking sin, baby."
She panted for a moment as they found their feet and rhythm again. "You're one to talk." She laughed seeing his face contort into a proud expression and his back straighten a bit. She reached the doors to the building first, pushed one open, and told him, "You take your pill this morning?"
He shot her an even more smug look. "That was all me," he winked, and he moved toward the reception desk, holding up his badge. "Detectives Stabler and Benson, here to see…"
"Elliot," a voice called from a but further down the hall. "Olivia. Man, that was fast." Ed Tucker held out his hand, shaking both of theirs. "Come on back." He led them down a long hall, sidestepping cops and internal affairs personnel, until they came to an office with glass walls and a large wooden door. Tucker turned the knob, held it open, and gestured for them to go inside. "Have a seat, please," he said.
Olivia did her best to hide the grin on her face as she sat, and she crossed her legs, leaning back. "What are you trying to jame us up with, now?"
Tucker looked confused. "I told Cragen to make sure you knew this wasn't…"
"We know," Elliot interrupted, "But if it isn't us, personally, then it's the unit. Just let us have it."
"Security breach," Tucker sighed, holding out a file to Olivia. "My computer was hit by some kind of...virus, or malware, or something. By the time we caught it, they already got what they wanted." He looked at them, leaned back, and crossed his arms. "Your files, couple of open cases, and, uh...my jacket." He looked at Elliot, and then at Olivia. "They planted a worm in my computer, one that would, uh, record keystrokes and activate the webcam, with audio, even if...when my computer isn't on." He have them both a smile. "I, of course, forwarded an e-mail along to an attorney, just in case any of this very important and sensitive information got into the wrong hands. The cases involved were his."
Elliot chuckled. "So now that bug is in Langan's computer," he surmised, "And you're in on it?"
Tucker shook his head. "Not the way you think," he said. "I just know what I need to know to keep the two of you gainfully employed by Manhattan SVU." He pointed to the file in Olivia's hands. "He's probably gonna call you, freaking out, and then he's probably gonna beg you to send a tech guy to fix it."
"Oh, we will send the very best," Olivia said with a wink. "Thanks, Ed." She stood and waited for Elliot to rise. "And before you ask...no, he's not."
Elliot turned his lips down and shrugged. "Wasn't gonna ask," he assured, and then he shook Tucker's hand again. He saw something flash in his eyes, something between admiration and defeat, and it only fed his own ego. He chuckled to himself as he followed Olivia out of Tucker's office. "You're gonna send in Brody, aren't you?"
"You lies to me," she said with a grin as she turned to look at him. "You did take that pill today."
He laughed as he shook his head. "Just, uh, getting better at this." He ran a hand through her hair and tugged a bit harder than necessary, watching her eyes flare and her lips press together. "You make me smarter, faster, stronger, and harder than a fucking lead pipe. You. Not some crazy drug."
She leaned into him, kissed him quickly, and said, "I know." She slapped him in the arm and when he let her go she smiled at him. "We've got time to kill," she told him, "Wanna go for a ride?"
Elliot grabbed her hand once they made it through the doors of One-P-P, and he reminded her, "We have to go talk to our vic's boyfriend."
She gave him a small, innocent smile. "We already did." Her smile got wider as she heard his watch beep, and she waited for him to check the alert.
Elliot stared at his watch for a moment, reading the file that had been sent his way. "How the fuck did you…"
"I already told you. Some of our robots," she interrupted, "Are incredibly realistic." She lifted her wrist, tapped the phone button on her watch, dialed a three digit number and pressed the pound key. "He will testify that he spoke to us, and we have the entire conversation so we won't be…"
Her words were cut off by his lips, his hands travelled over her body, sneaking under her jacket, under her shirt, and when the car pulled up to the curb in front of him, and the back door opened, he let out a very dark laugh. "Get in," he said, slapping her ass.
She obeyed and waited, and when he got into the car, the door slammed shut and he pounced on her, getting to work removing her suit. "Your hands are…"
"Cold," he said with a nod, purposely grazing her nipples with his frigid palms as he moved them down her body, and then he grabbed the waistband of her pants. "Up," he commanded.
Her hips rose so he could pull them off of her. "Not what I meant," she moaned, feeling his icy digits sliding through her wet folds. "Wanted to...oh, fuck, Elliot!" Her back arched when two of his fingers thrust into her without warning.
"Where are we going?" He asked her the question as he twisted his fingers and worked them deeper into her. "Tell the car where to go."
"One-eleven, eighty-sixth Avenue," she spoke as clearly as she could, holding in her moans, "Richmond Hill."
His hand stopped moving. "That's the kids…"
"School," she nodded, biting her lip. Her eyes rolled backward as the car started, and his fingers began thrusting again. "Wanted to...take them out for...fuck, El…God, baby."
"Take them out for what?" He swipes his thumb over her clit, making her cry his name again as she came.
Breathing heavily, she lifted her head to look at him. "Lunch," she panted, her eyes glazing over when she saw he was kneeling, stroking himself fast. She knew what the look on his face meant and she knew that he wasn't going easy on her. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he fell forward and her teeth sank into his shoulder when he jerked his hips, impaling her.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he seethed, burying himself deeper, making sure he was in all the way before he started thrusting at a punishing pace. "You drive me fucking crazy. All the fucking time." He kissed her as his body began to move and he chuckled against her lips, thanking God for mid-morning traffic. "God," he growled, feeling her nails drag down his back. "Fucking good girl," he moaned, and he kissed her again, and something inside of him snapped.
She ran her hands along his skin as she felt him slow, moving deeper, with longer stokes. He would pull out completely, then in until their skin slapped together, and their eyes were locked. He'd made this far different from how it started, no longer driven by his lustful dominance. She lightly dragged her nails through his hair again as he smiled down at her and kissed her slowly, the tempo of his tongue matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
As he moved within her, he hoped his kids were hungry, because he was working up quite an appetite himself, and it was for much more than just food. He was bloodthirsty, eager to come to blows with the man who had it in for him, Olivia, and the world he'd only just built up for himself. And he would, whether she wanted him to, or not.
A/N: SO...it's Langan! Or...is it?