This trope is a classic – the elevator^^ Here we go.
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A Bit Of Interest
If there was something Rita Calhoun didn't like it definitely was having to work on a Sunday afternoon because one of her clients had decided to ruin her weekend by getting himself arrested. As her Saturday had been wasted with paperwork and socialising with a few very important clients of her law firm on some fancy ass event – seriously, sometimes she hated being a senior partner – she'd been looking forward to some private time on Sunday.
She'd went on a run after sleeping in, grabbed lunch from her favourite deli and then had gotten into her sweatpants after a long bath, planning to spend the rest of the day on the couch with a book.
However, her plans had been ruined by a phone call – a client she'd worked with previously had been arrested by the SVU for being caught opening his pants kneeling above a girl that had been passed out by the dumpsters of a club.
The story of her client only frustrated her more, as she couldn't do much for him – he'd been caught in the act by several witnesses, she couldn't prevent him from spending the rest of his Sunday in the precinct's holding cell. And so she felt like she'd come over in vain.
Rita couldn't hold back an annoyed sigh as she pressed the button for the elevator, taking a look at her phone. It was already dinner time, so maybe she could pick something up on her way home...
"Counselor."
She looked up from her phone and nodded at Fin, who'd been on call today, together with Carisi. "Sergeant."
The elevator doors opened and they got in, Fin pressing the button for the lobby. As the elevator slowly descended Rita could feel his gaze on her, and as she looked up at him with her eyebrow raised, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I'm just not used to seeing you in casual clothes, Counselor. No offense, really, you look good."
She hadn't bothered to put on one of her usual work outfits, sticking with black jeans, matching heels and a casual white blouse. Just as she wanted to open her mouth to tell him that she had a life outside work too, the elevator came to an abrupt stop and the lights went out.
Rita couldn't keep a bit of panic from rising inside her as Fin switched the flashlight of his phone on and pressed the emergency button, talking briefly with whoever was at the other end of the line. Taking a few deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down and ignore the feeling of fear simmering in her stomach.
"You okay over there?" Fin asked while sitting down on the floor and leaning his back against the wall. "They say a technician will be here to solve the problem in about half an hour."
"I'm... I'm good. But there are certainly more pleasant situations I can imagine myself to be in," Rita replied and slowly sat down too, cursing inwardly about her bad luck today.
They were silent for a few long minutes; the time seemed to pass a lot slower than usual and Rita kept checking her phone.
"Somebody waiting for you at home?"
She shot him a confused glance in the dim light provided by his phone, and he smirked. "You keep looking at your phone like you're impatient to get back to someone. Having a hot date waiting in your bed?"
Rita had to admit that she was surprised about the slightly nervous undertone she could detect underneath the humour, and she spontaneously decided to mess with him a bit to see if he had a hidden reason to ask.
"Well, there's indeed someone waiting for me. A very cute guy," she said with a grin, and she saw a flash of something – maybe jealousy? – appear on his face for a split second. "My kitten, Giorgio."
Was that a bit of relief she could see in his expression? He was obviously trying to conceal it from her, nodding while making an understanding noise. "Nice."
As she didn't know what to say, the minutes until the lights came on and the elevator suddenly started moving again went by in silence, giving Rita all the time in the world to ponder the question why the hell Fin Tutuola was interested to hear if she was single or not. By the time she was home and cuddled with Giorgio on the couch, she'd made the plan to keep a closer eye on him, liking the warm feeling his interest was causing inside her.
