A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise. So I just went back and re-read my chapters for the first time and it seems a bit...I don't know, unstable. I'll try and tie everything together I forgot about here. I just love all the smutiness in this story. I can't stop writing it. I was thinking...I really want to do a chapter in first person so I might do one or two from John and Jodi's points of view. Possibly one from Fin later on.
Hopeless
"Alex please tell me we can hold him." Olivia slammed the door behind her in frustration. After a hard chat with McInthey's lawyer she was ready to pull an Elliot and throw him against the wall by his neck.
"He's right. We have no evidence against him whatsoever."
"We've got the fact that he's been tracking her. Can't we at least arrest him for stalking?"
"It's a huge stretch but...if you arrest him I think this may be enough to get a warrant and search his home."
"Okay." Olivia nodded and went back in. She made eye contact with Elliot for a moment before pulling out her cuffs.
"Mr. McInthey your under arrest for stalking and conspiracy to commit murder." she grinned as she handcuffed his hands behind his back.
"Now wait a second!" his lawyer snapped standing up. "These conspiracy charges are completely bogus and stalking in a stretch."
"Mr. Wagner that's for a jury to decide."
"Huh. That's funny, because all I see here is a desperate attempt to hold my client without any evidence."
"You client assisted in the murders of over a dozen women."
"And what's your proof?"
"You'll know soon enough." Olivia grabbed Andrew by the collar and pushed him out of the room. Andrew chuckled and Olivia tightened her grip so that he cringed with pain.
"Did that hurt. That won't be the worst pain you feel in prison."
"You know lass, I'll come clean with ya. I've done people's dirty work fah years. I killed dozens back home in Ireland, and I came here to settle down. Whether you throw meh in prison or not, I'll survive. Prison will beh nothing compared to woot I've seen and done."
Olivia knew deep down inside he was right. He wanted to be caught. Being arrested only made him feel as though he was in charge. He was determining the destiny of his fait. She also felt the familiar pang of a mental-defect defense coming on.
She pushed him in the pen and took the cuffs odd then slammed the door shut. He went right to the bench and sat down with his legs crossed, like he'd be leaving any minute.
"What now?" Elliot asked.
"Now...we go to the bastards home and hope to God we find something to use as evidence."
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"Everything alright?" John asked Jodi. She was pacing the room irritably.
"What! Yeah!" she exclaimed jumping up as though thrown from a daze.
"Um..." John trailed off. She'd been acting more distant then...well e couldn't think of anything more distant. She'd barely said more than a few words to him.
"I'm fine I'd just...I dunno might feel better if we get out of here."
"Okay..where do you want to go?"
"Just...out somewhere."
He thought for a moment before sparking an idea. "How about we go see your dad." he suggested.
She looked up at him. "Alright." she nodded.
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Home of Andrew McInthey
New York, New York
Saturday, November 12th
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"Find anything?" Elliot asked Olivia as they combed the small apartment.
"Yeah actually. A telescope and pair of binoculars in the bedroom. Both an expensive brand, really powerful. What about you?"
"Um, tons of porn and other than that...nothing. There was something odd though."
"What's that?"
"You'd think if he was stalking her he'd have pictures of her everywhere."
"True...unless he's innocent."
"I highly doubt that Liv he gave himself right up. Why would he do that if he was innocent?"
"Um, I dunno. Maybe he wants credit?" Grows up with all older or more accomplished siblings, gets tired of never having anything and decides to try and take the credit for killing these girls."
"But then why would he go an deny it?"
"Didn't think it through. He wants fame and notoriety, not the death penalty."
"So? What do we do?"
"Call Huang."
"I think he really liked you." Jodi grinned as John drove down the winding road towards the docks. After visiting her father a few hours ago John had went off to make a mysterious phone call then returned and refused to tell Jodi where they were going.
"Well I'd hope. He looked about ready to rip someone apart."
Jodi laughed loudly. "He has that look a lot, but he's probably the most harmless guy on earth. I don't really think he was happy about the fact that you were older than him though."
"What parent would be?"
"So when will you tell me where we're going?"
"You'll see soon." he grinned then began to slow down.
He brought the car to a stop then turned to Jodi.
"Close your eyes." he demanded.
She sighed and obeyed. She felt the car move around her for a few more moments before it came to a complete stop. She felt John's soft hands around her as he tied a blindfold around her eyes.
"C'mon!" Jodi cried.
"I don't want you looking!" he laughed then got out and came over to her side and pulled her out.
She held on to him as he led her for what seemed an eternity. The sound of footsteps gave her hope.
"Detective your here! Right this way..."
Jodi sighed hopelessly and let them lead her wherever. After twenty minutes of blindly walking John took her hands and placed them on a set of metal railing, then removed the blindfold.
"You can open them now." he commanded, a hint of amusement in his voice. Jodi opened them slowly, then gasped. In front of her stretched across for miles was the lit-up New York City skyline. Some of the trees were already laced with Christmas lights in preparation for the holidays.
"Jesus." she breathed. Snowflakes fell around them and the cold winter air stung her face, but she was breathless from the beauty in front of her. The surface beneath them suddenly jerked and she looked down. The yacht lurched as it began to move away from the docks.
"Wha-?" she asked breathlessly.
"I decided it would be a great idea to get on a yacht for the night. Called in a favor to a buddy and he lent it and his staff over."
"Ohmigod. John this is beautiful." she whispered, tears pricking her eyes.
"It's for you." he stepped closer, before kissing her soft lips. She threw her arms around him and he held her, pressing his lips into her red hair. She rested her head in his chest, feeling like she belonged in his arms. She shivered and John pulled her back.
"Are you cold?" he asked rubbing her arms over the flimsy cardigan she wore. Why the hell didn't she ever dress for the weather.
"No I'm fine." she insisted.
He ignored her and told off his bulky coat and slid it around her slender arms. She turned back to the railing, watching the illuminated city as the yacht moved slowly across the Atlantic.
He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body against her. She entwined her delicate fingers around his worn ones and leaned back against him. Their bodies spoke silent paragraphs as they got lost in each other's touch.
"Excuse me sir." one of the workers interrupted.
They both looked over at him, still holding each other.
"I've been told to inform you that dinner is ready below deck when you're ready."
"Thanks." John nodded. He gave a semi-bow then dismissed himself.
"Hungry?" John asked.
She nodded and raised an eyebrow mischievously.
"I have an idea for dessert though." she smiled.
"What's that?" John grinned playing along.
"Me."
"Tell me Andrew, do you have any brothers or sisters?" Olivia threw down his file across the table and stuck her hands in her pockets, pacing the room.
"One younger sistah. Tha's it." he replied confused.
"Okay...so Andrew, I'll tell you know we found absolutely nothing in your apartment except binoculars and that telescope. You a bird-watcher?"
"Birds? Hell no. I hate the leetle bastards."
"You had a slew of bird magazines."
"Aye. Those were in case someone eva started asking questions about the telescope."
"Hm." she nodded then glanced at Elliot. He stepped outside to consult with Huang.
"He only has one sibling." Elliot stated.
"I know." George nodded. "Which can mean two things. Either he grew up in shadow with the younger sibling being treated better, or I was wrong altogether. Instead we may be looking for...he grew up as the alpha-dog until he willingly stepped down. After that he's been doing everyone else's bidding but he still feels like he's in that position of power because he's the one that gave it up in the first place. Try asking him about his high school years. As twisted as he is I highly doubt he was the one who raped and killed those women. The key is getting him to tell you who did."
"So how do I do that?" Elliot narrowed his eyebrows.
"....Flatter him. Butter him up, then move in for the strike."
Elliot nodded then went back into the room. He gave Olivia a glance that cut her off mid-sentence then turned towards Andrew.
"Let me guess...you were popular in high school right?" Elliot grinned.
"Guessed correctly. Why do you ask?"
"I just want to get to know you man. Had a lot of girlfriends?"
"You could say that....until I realized a few years later that I was a fan of the penis."
"You're gay?"
"Yep. Why, don't like us fags?"
"No I have nothing against you. Just comes as a shock to me. So, you've been scouting for this guy?"
"Scouting...I guess you can call it that. You know detective, I'm gettin' kind of thirsty."
Elliot sighed. It was going to be a long night.
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John uncorked a bottle of champagne and poured to glasses. After an extremely satisfying and quick dinner he and Jodi had disappeared into one of the many cabin's aboard the boat. He turned on the light inside, bathing the small bedroom in a partial warm glow and the other half in moonlight.
He handed Jodi a glass and grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers.
"This is wonderful." Jodi sighed, kissing John on the lips before taking a sip from her glass.
"Your welcome." John chuckled and kissed her back. She pulled away for a moment before reaching for the iPod plugged into a dock on the nightstand and searching through songs until the sounds of Michael Buble blared through.
She set the glass down then paused for a moment before slowly undressing.
"What are you doing?" John smiled.
"Take your clothes off." she commanded as she took off her final garments and tossed them on the ground haphazardly. John followed suit wondering what the hell exactly she was thinking. As soon as he dropped his boxers and wrapped her arms around him.
"Dance with me." she breathed and pressed her naked body against his.
He twitched for a moment under the blissful heat of her body before putting his own arms around her. He restrained himself from moving them anywhere else and rested his head in the nook between her neck and shoulder. She raised her hands and stroked the back of his neck. They swayed back and forth and John fought the urge to laugh as he thought. He usually laughed at people for talking about romantic stories or fantasies like this but deep down he wished it would happen. The words of Dr. Aubrey Jackson all those years ago when she nailed him directly stating that he still believed in true love and was devastated by the fact he hadn't found it yet. He wished she was here to see this.
As the song ended Jodi's hands roamed across his chest. He moved in to kiss her but she stopped him.
"I just want to...touch you." she replied. The usual sex-driven look she usually had whenever they were about to have sex was now replaced with one of loving and plain curiosity.
She pushed him back on the bed so that he was lying down and got in next to him, and began kissing him, starting with his lips and working her way down his body. She gently traced his chest, arms, legs. She planted her lips after each touch, leaving him breathless. He closed his eyes and forced himself not to touch her as she worked wonders with her fingers without even really trying.
He blocked everything out except the feel of her creamy fingertips until they touched somewhere that jerked him back to reality. As her fingers slowly traveled up the veins that stood out against his rock-hard manhood he moaned involuntarily. She moved back up to his lips then took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. He looked into her eyes deeply for a moment before throwing himself on top of her, arms wrapped around her and lips pressed against hers. She surrendered everything except the feel of his hands, traveling everywhere. He began kissing her body, much like she had done to him before only this time much quicker. As his lips and tongue traveled they hit the small tattoo on her inner thigh he had come to love. He kissed it gently, keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole time before working on the other leg.
He kept moving his lips upward until they brushed her sensitive spot then went back up to her stomach. He continued to kiss and touch her everywhere except the place she needed it most.
She grabbed his hand and moved it in between her satiny legs. He took the hint and began rubbing her gently. She whimpered under his blissful touch, yearning for him inside of her.
"I need you now." she whispered in his ear.
He looked into her green eyes, understanding the urgency. He slid his hardened member inside of her and began to push in and out and she wrapped her arms around his back. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of being inside of her.
Jodi buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering softly. He turned his head to reach her lips and kissed her. She opened her eyes, staring into his brown ones. John looked down into her green ones, sweat beading on her forhead and dampening her roots. Those green eyes...they spoke volumes to him and he found himself unable to look away from them. She moved her hips up slightly, urging him to go faster. He complied by pushing himself into her all the way and quickening his pace.
Her breath escaped as she took in all of him inside of her. She moaned loudly and broke their eye contact, her lids fluttering closed. She put her hands around his wiry biceps and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Each thrust made her moan louder and sweat dripped off his chest onto hers. He kissed her neck, softly biting at the hollow at its base.
"John." she moaned loudly and repeated over and over. He listened to her cries and moved even faster causing her to scream.
She tightened her legs around him before coming. He joined her seconds later, sharing her ecstasy.
He fell next her, both of them panting. She quickly turned over to rest her head on his chest. She listened to his beyond rapid heartbeat and looked at the moon outside.
As they began to fall into a light slumber the dreaded ringing of John's phone on the floor buried underneath clothes jerked them awake. He bent over her then stretched to grab his discarded pants off the floor.
"Munch." he answered casually.
"Hey man, where the hell are you?" Fin asked.
"Ah, I decided to take two days off. What's up?"
"We're letting McInthey go."
"What?! Why?!" he exclaimed sitting up. Jodi sat up as well, alarmed.
"Went through his apartment and found nothing but a telescope and set of binoculers."
"Well, shouldn't that be enough?"
"It should but he's got one of the best lawyers in New York who argues that he's a bird watcher. She's right too. We've got nothing on him."
"So you're letting the bastard walk?"
"We got no choice. The guy is good."
"Well...what about the DNA that was on that body a few weeks ago?"
"Lab report came back from Warner today. She had to run it dozens of times. That vic was a hooker. Warner said she found at least three different types of semen and hundreds of fingerprints."
"Well-" John sighed unable to go on an further. They had come so close.
"Don't worry about it man. We'll catch him." Fin attempted to assure him.
"Sure. Call me when you get something." he hung up irritably.
"You okay?" Jodi asked and rubbed his back soothingly.
"Yeah it's just...Mcnthey...they let him walk. Without a trial. I'm so sorry."
Jodi shrugged showing only a hint of disappointment. "It's okay. He wasn't my rapist."
"I know but...he would have led us to him."
"You don't know that. Don't worry about it, you guys will get him I know you will. Even if someone else does. I just want to make sure he's off the streets. This isn't even about me."
John glanced at her, basking in her understanding. She was patient, a virtue almost everyone in New York was lacking.
"Okay." he nodded then lay back down.
"I love you." she whispered as she pulled the covers over both of them.
"I love you too." John replied happily, meaning it, all hopeless feelings gone.