A/N: The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces (Rage Against the Machine)
DISCLAIMER: SVU and all related plot/characters originally belong to Dick Wolf. This story, words, and dialogue are mine. © TStabler
"Our time is almost up," Doctor Emil Skoda sighs, leaning back in his chair. He waits, and hearing nothing, he looks around his office and then glances down at his notebook and shakes his head. "If you're going to say anything else, now would be a good time."
Elliot scoffs, his right knee bouncing as his foot rests on his left thigh. "Didn't have anything to say an hour ago," he huffs. "I'm only here because Internal Affairs…"
"You are here," Skoda interrupts, tilting his head, "Because there are some concerns that your job is in jeopardy because of your…"
"Bullshit!" Elliot shouts in a hard yet bitter laugh. "God, everyone acts like what I've done is some huge fucking problem!" He licks his lips and shakes his head, then drops his foot and leans forward. "Look, Doc, I've never pummeled anyone that didn't fucking deserve it, and when I knew I was in a bad enough mood…"
"You took it out on office furniture and gym equipment," Skoda says flatly. He twirls his pen around in his hand, then picks a few pieces of lint off of his black turtleneck. "So you should get a commendation for taking your anger out on rapists and child molesters instead of little old ladies."
"Damn right I should," Elliot nods with a hard grunt. "You can't tell me that you don't want to do the same fucking thing. These sons of bitches prey on the weak, steal the innocence and faith from…" his nose burns, his breath hitches. "There's no coming back from that! No amount of therapy or progressive treatment…" he drags his hands down his face. "Their childhoods are completely destroyed, and the older vics...they lose trust in everyone, they never feel safe again, sex...one of the fucking most incredible things life has to offer...becomes a phobia!" He rubs his eyes and then says, "And in the worst cases, the trauma is so severe that the abuse...carries over, they become the monsters, I mean, look what happened to…"
"Olivia's mother," Skoda nods knowingly. He watches Elliot's eyes flicker, sees the pride, pain, fury, forgiveness, loathing, love. He scribbles something down in his notebook and asks, "Knowing what happened to Serena, and ultimately what happened to Olivia, that's changed how you do your job, hasn't it?"
Closing his eyes, Elliot nods with his lip caught between his teeth. He's leaning over, his elbows on his knees and his hands folded, and he says, "Before, I mean, I've always wanted to be the guy that took these assholes off the streets, make them suffer the way they deserved, but then...when I met Liv, when she told me...her story…" he shakes his head again, his emotions building and causing a rift between his voice and his brain. "I had a whole new reason to fight, more of a drive to keep it from happening to anyone else, if I could." He bends his head and says, "And now...shit, you have no idea what she's given me in the last two months, how much she's changed me, and it's…" he looks up at Skoda, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm not as angry, not on a daily basis...not the way I was. It's focused, it's controlled, and I vent in...other ways."
Skoda smirks. "Care to share?" He jots a few things down in his notebook and says, "You take up kickboxing?"
"Uh, no," Elliot sniffles and rubs his eyes, and then sits up straighter. "And I don't think...it's really none of your business. It doesn't affect my job, these bullshit sessions with you are only to convince the brass that I'm not self-destructive, I'm not gonna burn out or cause any more trouble with IAB," he checks his watch and stands as he says, "That's time, isn't it?"
Skoda exhales and says, "Yeah," and then he adds, "Now that this isn't part of your session, I need to ask you…" he clears his throat and puts his pen down, folds his hands, and grins, "Are you sure you've got this under control?"
Elliot narrows his eyes and pulls on his coat, runs his hands down his green shirt. "I have total control, when I need it, how I need it," he says, and he gives Skoda a mock salute. "Don't worry about me." He nods and leaves the office, and as he heads down the hall, he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and dials Olivia's number. He squints when she answers, only hearing her yelling at people and barking orders. He falls into a run, leaving the building and sprinting down the street toward the precinct. "Liv?" he calls into the phone. "What the fuck is...well, where is he? That's...that's not like him, did anyone…" he scoffs as he turns the corner, his breathing regulating as he rushes up the stairs. "No, I'm here, I'm in the lobby." He hangs up and waves to the desk clerk, then jets up the steps rather than wait for the elevator.
Olivia turns to him as soon as he walks into the squadroom, her eyes close and her head shakes as she heads over to him. She sips from a coffee mug as her other hand waves as she speaks. "I got Munch and Fin on Thirty-Second, beat cop found two dead pros behind a dumpster. Oh, then I had to send Briscoe out to Queens to notify the parents of a twelve-year old…"
"Hold on," he stops her, grabbing her coffee mug out of her hand. He walks, knowing she's following, toward the back to make her a fresh cup. As he pours, he looks at her, smirks at the hickey peeking out from under the collar of her red shirt, and then says, "You said no one can reach Cragen?" He takes a long sip of the coffee and then hands her the mug. "After what happened on Friday, he picks now to jump ship?" He holds up his hand in it's marker-covered cast. "We're already playing with a handicap, here."
She nods as she swallows her coffee. "Munch didn't want to play boss, Tucker handed you the keys until he finds out where the hell the captain is, but you were out, so I had to handle things, and I can't…" she looks around, then leans into him, "Everyone's looking at me with this...resentment...because I'm a woman, and I'm younger than half of them." She grins then. "Having to tell them what to do when they're looking at me like that? Fucking power-trip." She winks and sips her coffee again. "But now that you're here, One-hand Charlie, you can take your rightful place at the throne." She points to Cragen's office. "They're more afraid of you."
He rolls his eyes and says, "You seem to strike fear in their hearts, too, Benson." He takes off his coat and tosses it over his chair. "Ask," he sighs, folding his arms.
She walks up to him, and asks in a whisper, "Did you kill Skoda?"
He laughs and shakes his head, and he scratches behind his ear as he says, "Thought about it, but no. I'm cleared for the month, won't have to deal with him again until…"
"Stabler, Benson," Ed Tucker storms into the room and snaps his fingers at them. "In that office, now." He raises an eyebrow. "Please?"
Elliot shoots Olivia a confused glance, they each raise an inquisitive eyebrow, and they walk in step toward Cragen's open door, watching together as Tucker stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "What's up?" Olivia asked, unconsciously moving closer to Elliot, sliding to the point their hips touched as they leaned against Cragen's desk.
"Do either of you have any idea how many badges I have to babysit?" Tucker spits, shoving his hands into his grey pockets. "Huh? Do you?" He narrows his eyes. "I don't have the fucking time to keep chasing the two of you around bent rules and temper tantrums as it is, now I have to be on your asses because you captain is playing hide and Goddamned seek!"
"And that's our fault?" Elliot snorts. He crosses his arms low on his stomach, discreetly looping his left index finger through one of Olivia's belt loops. He pulls, a secret signal between them, and hides his smirk well as he says, "We didn't do shit, so you can go find the real dirty…"
"I meant you, as in your unit," Tucker clarifies. He shifts his weight and steps around to the back of Cragen's desk. "I've had five internal reports out of this squad in the last three months. Five!" He looks at the two detectives and slams his hand down on the desk. "Three of them were because of you, Stabler! Now, I don't wanna know what fucking drugs you've been taking to calm your ass down, but now my blood pressure is skyrocketing again and I've got Danielson breathing down my neck to either fix this unit or disband it!" He spreads his arms and says, "How am I supposed to do that with your captain in the fucking wind?"
Olivia leans further into Elliot. "You ever notice the similarities between you and…"
"Please, don't," he whines back at her. He sighs and looks toward Tucker. "How long do we have and what do we need to do?" He bites his lip and tugs harder on Olivia's belt loop, a new desire coursing through his veins.
Tucker sighs but it comes out like a growl. "Budget approval depends on this unit being incident-free for the next two months," he holds up two fingers for emphasis. "Cragen's disappearing act gets put on the books and you're done, and then it's my ass because I hate the sons of bitches outta Brooklyn." He winces and then says, "I got a solution, here, but you won't like it."
"What's the plan, Ed?" Olivia asks, her hand falls over Elliot's on her hip.
Tucker inhales then coughs once. "I make it look like Cragen took administrative leave, I put it in black and white that you're in charge, temporarily of course." He points a finger at Elliot, "You can't be in the field with that broken hand, anyway, and when I find Cragen, he'll be forced to take a week or two off, so I'm not really lying."
Elliot quirks a brow. "You'd do this for us, why?" He shrugs. "You've been trying to…"
"It's my job to threaten you when you throw people through glass plates," Tucker holds up a hand, then he licks his lips and sighs again, "But when you save someone's son, someone's grandma, when you give a broken woman something to believe in and put those demons in the cage, then you...you're the most heroic fucking cops in the department. The two of you are the best of the best, I'm not ashamed to admit that."
Olivia hums in surprise. "Wow, thanks," she breathes.
Tucker nods at her and jams a finger down onto Cragen's desk. "Until I call you, Stabler, you're in here wearing the boss jockeys, and Benson, I know you," he eyes her severely, but then he smiles at her. "You're in here organizing and supervising and working with the victims...you can interrogate and make phone calls all you want, but…" he breathes and pulls on his tie. "I'll hunt down your captain and try to keep the chief from realizing anything's wrong." He looks at them, nodding once at each of them, "You two...save someone's life, today, to make it up to me."
"We'll do our best," Elliot says, and he shakes Tucker's hand as he leaves. He feels Olivia moving to do the same, but he chuckles as he grabs her wrist. "Excuse me, Detective, where do you think you're going?"
She eyes him for a moment. "Back to work."
He runs his eyes down her body, the way her black pants hug her curves and flare over her heeled boots, and he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says, and he pulls her closer to him. "You know how long I've waited to get into this office with you?"
Tilting her head, she smirks. "Oh, you can't be…"
"I'm serious," he nods once, and then he pulls her around the large, cluttered desk. He sits in the cushioned chair, still holding her wrist, and he pulls her closer to him as he says, "These need to come off." He glances up into her eyes. "Now."
She eyes the door, knowing it's not locked but knowing no one would just walk in without knocking, and then she peers down at him. Obediently, she unbuckles and unzips her pants, and she chuckles when he pulls them down roughly. She gasps when he grabs one of her legs and tosses it over his shoulder. "El," she breathes, not stunned at his roughness but by his audacity.
"Baby," he grips her bare ass and moves her body closer to his head, chuckling when he sees how wet she is. Then he inhales deeply and the scent of her arousal makes him moan. "You want this," he whispers.
Her hands move to the back of his head and her head drops back when his tongue starts moving up and down her slit, her nails scrape against his scalp as he rolls and thrusts and she smirks.
He's not satisfied, she's still too composed. He lifts his unbroken hand off of her ass and brings it down against her skin hard, forcing her to buck forward. He thrusts his tongue deeper into her and moans when her back arches.
Her hands fly from the back of his head to the edge of the desk behind her, she's gripping so tightly her knuckles are turning white. "Fuck," she hisses, her hips rocking against his working mouth.
He moans, he knows she feels it rush through her, and he slaps her ass again, hard enough to leave a red handprint on her skin. He moves his lips until he finds her clit and he holds her still as he covers the swollen bundle with his lips and flicks his tongue over it. He has his eyes on her, watching her face twist and her eyes flutter. "Ask for it," he demands, then bites on her clit once.
She gasps and bucks forward when he slaps her again. "Please," she smirks and drags her teeth over her lower lip hard. "Sir," she feels him chuckle against her clit and it makes her dig her nails into the desk, scraping into the cherry finish. "Make me cum?"
He laughs again, it's low and the tremble of his voice hits against her clit as he suckles on it, he feels her legs shake against him. He curls his fingers into the cheeks of her ass and he licks in long strokes again until he has her rolling into him and giving short, breathy cries of his name.
She curls backward when he sucks on her clit again, and she cums with a growl. "Oh, God, Elliot," she whimpers as softly as she can, knowing she can't scream, remembering where they are.
He moves one of his hands around to her stomach and slips it up her shirt to caress her, calming her down as he licks up every drop she's let go. When he's done he pulls her up and drops her ass into his lap, over the cotton covered steel pipe his dick has become, and he kisses her softly while he pulls her pants back up. "You're welcome," he grunts against her lips, then he drops his forehead to hers and whispers, "And thank you."
She kisses him again and winks at him. "Anytime," she whispers breathlessly, still panting. She runs her fingers through his hair, knowing she's just proven that she means it. And then she smirks.
Keeping him calm has its benefits.
A/N: I had a request to continue this, at least for now. R/R if you want more of this one.