Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order SVU nor do I own it's characters but I do own Catherine.
The sports car's engine started and it slowly pulled out into the street. It drove down the street at a steady pace, not wanting to draw any attention to it. It followed Catherine's car from behind a few taxi's. It's driver kept it's eyes on the corvette, only looking away a few times.
The new detective wanted to stop by her place before she had to return to work. It had been a stressful day on her so far and she honestly didn't feel like going back, but she knew that she had too. Plus she wanted to see Alex Cabot again. Her car pulled into the apartment's parking lot and stopped. She never took notice to the car following her. She got out and made her way to her place.
The white car stopped near Cath's car. The engine shut off, and once again its occupant began to take pictures of her, her car, and the apartment building. Once they saw the black haired woman was inside, it got out and took a few pictures of a mailbox with the detectives name on it. It also took pictures of every access door to the building that was open for people to use. The car's drive made their way back to the car quickly and got in. The engine started once more, and the car high tailed it out of the parking lot.
Catherine was finally in her apartment. Making her way over to the couch, she flopped down on it. She ran her right hand through her hair, sighing a bit. Cat hated the way her life had been and how it was turning out so far. She had no idea how much time she had left before she would be completely consumed by the darkness. She was afraid, terrified, of what might happen to her. She didn't want to lose her job, nor did she want to let the ADA slip away from her.
As the black haired female detective sat in her apartment thinking, the white sports car quickly pulled into a parking lot of an abounded warehouse. It parked and the drive got out with the camera. The person walked up to the large door and knocked.
A slot in the door opened up and a pair of blood shot eyes glared through it. "Password?" the person groaned.
"Finch." The driver stated, holding up it's camera. The slit slid shut and a clanking noise filled the air. Finally the door opened, welcoming the driver. Smiling proudly, the person walked in, the door shutting behind it.
The driver pushed past a few people and walked over to a table. It's eyes rested upon a pair of black combat boots on the table. Whoever wore them had their feet propped up on the table and was sitting in the shadows.
"I got the pictures you asked for." the driver said sitting the camera down on the table.
The wearer of the boots leaned forward and into the dim light a lamp provided. It was a man. He was in his mid-30's. His beard had a few greys in it. His cold, dark green eyes narrowed at the camera. He looked up at the driver and smirked with satisfaction. "The boss will be please." He said after blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth. He took another drag of his cigarette.
"Why can't I see the boss?" The driver complained.
"She chooses not to be seen by people who she thinks she can't trust." The man simply stated.
The driver snorted a bit then chimed in," I guess she can't trust most. I would be too if I use to be one of New York's best detectives."
The man shrugged and leaned back in his chair again. "I would be cautious as well. Anyone would be."
"So what is her purpose with these pictures?" The driver questioned.
"You get paid to take pictures. You are not paid to ask questions." The man hissed," and plus even if I knew that information it would be classified. Only the higher ups get that kind of information."
"I take it those are the people she can only trust then?" The driver asked.
"You ask to many questions. You should keep your mouth shut and your questions to yourself before you get your ass shot." The man replied.
That shut the driver up quickly. He turned and left the warehouse. The man at the table handed the camera to a lanky girl. "Get these developed sweetheart and make sure the prints get to the boss a.s.a.p." The man ordered. The girl nodded and rushed to the red room, where the pictures were developed. The girl slid them into a tan envelope and gave it to her boss's body guard, who then took it and carried it up a few flights of stairs and onto a really nice level of the warehouse. It was clean and organized. It had tan carpet and white walls. Works of art hung on the walls, along with other pictures. A few people were working on computers at their desks. A young woman sat at a desk by a large door. She was talking on the phone to someone. The guard walked over to the woman and flopped the envelope down onto the desk.
"These need to get to the boss." He said.
The woman looked up at him and said," one moment." Then went back to chatting on the phone.
Not wanting to have his time wasted, or have the boss get upset at him, he sighed aggravated. His right hand gripped around the phone cord and he yanked it out of the wall jack. "They need to get to her now!" He urged through clenched teeth.
The girl looked at him, horrified. She didn't bother saying anything. She stood up and grabbed the packet of pictures and knocked on the door.
"Come in." A woman's voice boomed out.
The young girl opened the door and walked in. "I have the pictures you wanted." She stated, setting them down on the large desk.
A woman with shoulder length brunette hair, with blonde highlights, turned to face her. It was...
TO BE CONTINUED...
((sorry if this was a bit boring or uninteresting. Next chapter more information will be revealed. Thanks for reading and for the great reviews.))
