Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Can She Love Him Too?
Disclaimer: I wish I owned this, but alas, I don't. The only character I own is Jessica Jade Harper.
I'll have authors notes at the end of every chapter.
Jessie was about to freak out! She looked around, frantically searching for a way out of the apartment. The place just had a S.W.A.T bust down the doors and she could not get arrested. She'd just recently transferred to the NYPD's Special Victims Unit. Before she had a chance to meet any of the detectives she'd be working with from then on she had been dragged down to the Narcotics precinct where her new boss, Captain Don Cragen, had been waiting for her. Cragen asked her to go on an undercover operation for Narcotics before she began her new job with SVU. She was perfect for the job. She was known back in Texas for her undercover work. And also she didn't know anyone else's name, other than Cragen's, and no one else knew her, so there was almost no way to trace her back to being a cop. And so they kept it that way as she accepted the assignment. She'd never turn down undercover work.
Her assignment was to get close to a local low life drug dealer named Marcos Cortez. He was also the leader of a little time Latin gang. The gang connection was also one of the main reasons Jessie had been chosen for the assignment.
Jessica Jade Harper (she used Jade Harper as her professional name but her friends called her Jessie) was the youngest person ever to make detective in the Dallas Texas Police Department. At twenty-four she was one of the top detectives in the Gang Division, one of the most dangerous jobs to work as a cop. She'd shown the ability to connect well with all types of people by being kind and compassionate, proved to be a pretty good actress, but also proved to be a hard ass when needed. She could hold her own with the big boys in a brawl. Jessie had grown up in a country town where she'd perfected her red neck style of fighting. She was in excellent shape and could definitely take care of herself…or so she thought until the abduction. And here she was, now twenty-six, and in right nother pickle.
Jessie shook her head. No time to drift into memory bliss, or lack there of. She had to get out! Cragen had told her not to reveal her identity to anyone, not even to evade arrest, but she knew that if she was arrested her cover would be completely blown. There was so much cocaine in that apartment that they'd all be screwed and no way would any of them be up for bail. Jessie would be made for a cop if any of the other gang members came looking for them and saw that she had not been put in jail.
The apartment only had three people in it including Jessie. All female. Two were Cortez's "girlfriends" and Jessie (Leah Williams as they knew her) was watching out for them. They were so strung out on cocaine that they probably didn't even realize the cops had just knocked the freaking doors down, but Jessie certainly had.
She knew she didn't have long. She took in her surroundings. She was in a room; the door locked with a dresser up against it, which she knew would only by her a few seconds, if that. She looked at the window and saw the fire escape! Score! Just as Jessie opened the window and crawled out onto the escape, the door burst open and the dresser flew across the room, and a group of cops came running in.
"Fin, the window!" A tall lanky man with glasses yelled at the man next to him. A somewhat tall well built black man that meant business. She started climbing quickly up the ladder toward the roof. She really didn't wanna' fight with this Fin guy. She heard someone racing up after her on the fire escape.
"Stop!" He yelled. "Damn it girl! Just stop!" She glanced down at the guy, Fin as he was called, as he grabbed her by the ankle. She didn't want to kick him in the face and risk really hurting him by causing him to fall so she thrashed till she got loose.
After what seemed like hours of climbing she finally reached the huge roof! She clambered on top and looked around, trying to find a means of escape. She ran toward the front part of the building and looked down over the edge. Alls she saw was concrete sixteen stories down.
"Now I got you!" She heard Fin yell as he climbed over the ladder onto the top of the building. He had his gun pointed at her. They were about six feet apart. Jessie knew he wouldn't shoot her. They liked to keep the perp alive. So she did the only thing she could do… she made a mad dash for the back of the building where she knew there was another fire escape. Unfortunately, Jessie's clumsy nature caught up with her and she tripped over a rust pipe that just so happened to be lying around. She scraped her knee up pretty nicely. She lay on her back and stared at the sky. Lots of gray thunder clouds. I hope it rains, thought.
Jessie stood up and brushed off some dirt off the ratty sweat pants she'd been wearing and saw Fin just in time to see him kick the rusty pipe to the side. Jessie rolled her eyes.
"On your stomach." Fin growled. Jessie grinned at him. Despite his tough demeanor he had soft brown eyes that were milk chocolate in color.
"What the hell you smilin' at?" Fin snapped. "Get your ass on the ground!" Fin grabbed her shoulder and pushed her hard on her knees and she felt a sting from her new wound.
"Bastard." She mumbled.
"What was that?" Fin yanked her shoulder and she glared at him. "That's what I thought. You ain't nothin' but a dumb street whore!" Jessie tried to hold back the urge but couldn't. She spit in his face and then he angrily yanked her up off the ground.
She was pushed through the building to the street where Fin cuffed her and read her rights to her. Fin shoved her roughly in the back of a car with a chick and a very handsome man. The woman was driving.
"So, what'd you do to Fin to piss him off?" The guy turned around.
"His ass was too slow to catch me." Jessie sat back in the seat. She didn't want to compromise her identity just yet so she had to seem like a tough street girl. She kept her New York accent thick in her voice. "He wouldn't of caught me if I hadn't of tripped." She motioned to her knee. The blood had seeped through the thin fabric from her sweat pants. The guy frowned.
"We'll clean that up for you down at the station." He said kindly. This guy had cool blue eyes and rustic features. Looked like he had a little Italian in him. He had an attitude about him but not like Fin's. Fin had a tainted attitude, which only came from years on the streets. Working with Gang Division Jessie had seen a lot of that and even had a bit of the same attitude rub off on her. No, this guy had something different. He was controlled.
"You were in the military." Jessie said to him. He looked almost stunned because it wasn't a question, but a statement. He rolled up his sleeve to show her a tattoo of the Marine Core emblem on his arm.
"You saw this?" He asked. Jessie rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I have x-ray vision." She said sarcastically. "No, I'm just really good at reading people."
"Impressive." The woman driver spoke. Jessie caught a glimpse of her in the rear view mirror. A pretty lady with a hard square shaped face and short hair. She looked like a woman with a purpose. Someone Jessie could be cool with.
"So, what unit ya'll with? Narcotics?" The two cops exchanged glances.
"I'm Detective Stabler and this is my partner Detective Benson. We're with Special Victims." Jessie choked on the breath she quickly inhaled.
"What the hell was SVU doing there!" Stabler and Benson gave each other another look.
"We have reason to believe that Marcos Cortez murdered and raped a girl. We got a tip that some of his girls were staying at that apartment and that you guys might know something." It was Benson's turn to speak.
Jessie started to wrack her brains. She'd only been undercover for about two weeks and that hadn't given her enough time to become close to Cortez or his inner circle. She'd earned the role as freaking babysitter for his "girlfriends" but Jessie referred to them as the barely out of adolescent hoes. Tina and Cherry had to stay with Jessie at all times… and then Jessie remembered.
"Laura?" Jessie asked. "Was her name Laura?" The detectives stayed silent. The last thing said on the drive was Jessie telling the detectives, "I need to talk to Cragen."
Authors Note: Hi all! This is my first SVU fic. I am a HUGE fan of the show and I would appreciate r/r's of course. I have my own style of writing so everyone probably seems ooc but oh well. Also, I impose a challenge on you all. Jessie will indeed have a little trouble in the love department and I need the help of all of you who read this! I'm the writer and not even I am sure who she will end up with so as you keep reading this story I'd appreciate your input and opinions. Thanks a ton! Take it easy and Happy New Year everyone!-Ali
