A/N: Finally updated!
Don't own 'em
Back In the Living Room
Olivia sprung to her feet, off the couch, as soon as the 'suspect' was out of her site. Her mind was fixated on making sure Fin knew that she was alright so this undercover job would run smoothly. She figured using the suspect's window would be the best way to signal Tutuola who was supposed to be down on the sidewalk below. She pushed open the drapes but couldn't see out because the lights were on, causing a glare on the glass. She turned around and crept towards the living room light switch but she froze in her stance when she heard a thud come from the other side of the apartment. ' Oh shit. What was that? Maybe he stubbed his toe . . . or dropped his murdering hooker riffle on the floor. No. Focus.' Olivia took in a deep breath, keeping her cool, then moved closer to her goal. Finally her fingers grazed the white switch and the lights were out. She turned around and tip toed over to the window.
"Olivia. Olivia are you there?" Olivia recognized Fin's low voice coming from the plastic rose on top of her ear.
"Fin?" she whispered trying to focus her eyes out the window.
"Yeah. Is everything okay in there? I noticed that the lights went out."
"Yes. Everything is fine. I turned out the lights to contact you through the window." She saw Fin standing by the street curb with his back turned. "I completely forgot about the video, audio rose you gave me. Sorry for worrying you."
"It's okay. Is it safe for me to turn around and look up?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is the suspect near you or somethin'?"
"No. I wouldn't be speaking to you if he was." Fin slowly looked up over his shoulder and smiled seeing Olivia waving down at him. He turned back around and put on his mean pimp face again.
"I gave Cragen the suspects address so his van she be arriving pretty soon."
"Good. Where's Elliot?"
"Elliot's stooped up on the apartment steps outside with me. He was about to kick in the door and rush up to where you're at when he saw the lights go out."
"Tell him he's too protective over something that is not his."
"I heard that, Liv." Elliot said. "You are mine, you're my partner. I'm supposed to be protective of you."
"Ugh. Don't get all mushy on me when I'm working. And next time Fin, tell me when Elliot is ease dropping on a conversation of ours."
"He has his own head set so, I really can't do that."
"Look, Liv!" Elliot jumped in front of Fin and showed off a huge smile.
"Elliot . . . you're a hobo." She nodded her head. "The divorce hit you that bad?" Elliot wiped the smile off his face and shrugged.
"No. It's my undercover wardrobe. I figured since Fin over here could go undercover as a pimp, I could do the same thing but as a-
"A homeless, stanky, toothless, begging vagabond."
"I'm not toothless." Elliot said defensively.
"Fin. Fin, this is Cragen."
"Sir, what's next?"
"Our van is two blocks away. Is Olivia alright?"
"Yes, sir. Everything is going down fine."
"Good. Keep doing what you're doing and I'll see you soon."
"Okay, Cap." Fin signaled Elliot to get back into position. Olivia heard the heavy footsteps coming towards her.
"Fin, I've got to go."
"Okay."
"Keep safe, Liv." Elliot added.
"Thanks."
Donte's POV
After my sister handed over the T.V. remote, I headed towards the living room where the hooker awaited me. I twitched my nose a bit as I walked, it hurt. My sister, Rachael, did in fact slam the back of the closet door into my nose. I figured that I didn't want my sister's pity, so I lied to her, about it hitting my foot. I don't like her seeing me vulnerable; it's an ego thing with me. So I lied to her. No big deal right. I mean, I lied to her about Josie, my one night stand for tonight. I did not schedule a date with her, I did meet her in a bar, and yes, she was very, very drunk. But no harm done, right? Bending the truth, that's not a crime. I should know. Anyway, I'm heading towards the living room when I notice that the lights are out. I don't remember turning them off, why would she? 'Oohh, maybe she's stealing our stuff. What a bitch.' I walk into the living just as the hooker plopped onto my couch I found in an alley way. It was nice, no smell or tears and the color went well with our apartment. Just like the hooker.
"Hey, you!" She said enthusiastically. I raised an eyebrow and walked over towards her and sat down on the couch next to her.
"Here's the remote you requested." As she reached for the remote, I pulled my hand back. "But, I have to ask you a question, why are the lights out?" she seemed to be taken back by my question. "I mean, is there a reason why you had to touch my stuff?" 'Whoa, Donte. Way to sound like an ass right off the bat.'
"There was a glare on the T.V." the hooker said. 'HA! If Rachael could see that, the whole bet would be over. I just said something totally asinine and this woman didn't care! Oh yeah. Her forty bucks will soon be mine.' I flashed her one of my sparkly smiles and handed over the remote. She thanked me then I also noticed that the window drapes were spread apart.
"Are you trying to escape?" I asked her getting off the couch.
"What do you mean?" she asked. I walked over to the window and was about to close the drapes when I saw a man at the curb just ah, just standing there. He looked like the man I saw when I picked this whore up. It's odd; she's too pretty to be a prostitute.
"Hey. Isn't that your pimp?" I asked her still looking at the man.
"No." I turned to face her.
"You didn't even look, princess."
"Oh sorry." She got up from the couch and walked over to the window. "Ah yeah, that sure looks like him."
"Looks like him? That is him." I think she's playing me. 'Maybe she's some kind of professional burglar that poses as a hooker, gets into her victims house, turns off the lights, opens the drapes, kills him, and then takes all his valuables. And the 'pimp' is her husband who's also the look out man. Yeah, that pans out pretty nicely. I better watch my step.'
"No. it's not him. Trust me, I know my pimp." She turned around and walked up towards the couch. I stared at the man in the purple suit a little bit longer but he walked across the street and over to a black van. 'Maybe it wasn't him.' Then I closed the drapes and moved onto the couch, trying my best to work in some sweet talk. As we sat next to each other, I saw Charlie Sheen on the T.V. and my mind immediately went into a coma, well I wish it did.
Rachael's POV
'What's today? Thursday. Thursday night. So Rachael, what are you doing tonight? Well Rachael, I'm here, sitting in a bedroom closet, squatting on the floor praying that I don't get claustrophobic and hoping to win a couple bucks off the emotional damage a few hookers are going to be given by my big brother, Donte. Oh, that sounds nice, Rachael. Thanks.' Yeah so, I was waiting for my brother supposedly about to complete phase two of the bet. But he had to bring her in here first. I don't even remember when we suggested to use phases. I just wanted him to pick up a hooker and bring her back here, sweet talk her to get her comfortable and then diss, burn, or insult her like never before. Well I guess those can be called phases. It's been about five minutes since me and Donte last spoke. I know I hit his nose when I opened the closet door. His big freakin nose. He's such a silly liar. Always finding ways to shield his ego. I start getting bored real fast. The first thing I thought of was watching the Mr. and Mrs. Smith movie on my camera that I recorded awhile ago from the theater. Yeah sure it was illegal but it wasn't like I was going to convict myself. 'Assistant District Attorney Monroe by day, Dominique the Bootlegger by night.' HA! I fast forward it then stop at the elevator scene. 'Wow, Angelina Jolie is something else. If I wasn't dating my boyfriend, Drako, I swear I was a lesbo.'
Donte's POV
I turned to the hooker, she was so beautiful. I could tell even with all the unnecessary make up she was wearing. I couldn't wait till I had her in the bedroom so I could tell her how gorgeous she was.
"What's your name?" I asked. I'm sure it's a beautiful name to match her looks. She looked over at me with a smile on her face.
"My name?"
"Yes, mine is . . ." 'Oh shit. What's my "name"?' "My name is Don, Don Wake."
"Very nice." She said. "My name is. . ."
Rachael's POV
"Holy Shit!" The words came out of my mouth before I knew it. I paused the movie and zoomed in. "Oh my God, this can't be a coincidence."
Olivia's POV
"What was that?" I asked springing to my feet; acting more like a detective. It sounded real close, like there was another person in the apartment. "Is someone else here?" Don looked over his shoulder calmly, then back at me. Now that I think about it, he is a very attractive man. Sort of rugged. Like a dark skinned Greek warrior. We'd make some pretty babies together if he wasn't a suspected Jack the Ripper.
"Ah, it was a neighbor from a cross the hall. She has a condition. You know, the one where you swear a lot." He leaned forward and put his hand on his chin. "It's called, ah, what is it?"
"Turrets."
"Yeah, that's the one." He stood up and walked closer to me. "Thanks. Your eyes are really beautiful." All the hot sweet talkers with muscles are psycho killers, well, with the exception of Elliot. And Cassidy. No wait. Just Elliot. "I never got your name." Static from the rose blasted in my ear suddenly. I tried hard not to wince at the deafening sound.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Ouch. That must have hurt his apparent ego; I could tell but I needed to get the device away from my eardrum before it started to bleed.
"Yeah." He turned around and pointed. "It's just down the hallway, inside of the bedroom." I thanked him then proceeded towards the bathroom.
Donte's POV
'So I give the woman my fake name, but she doesn't give me hers? Well, whatever. All I have to do is keep her in the bedroom, sweet talk, then insult and it's off to the next girl.' I drew in a deep breath and out of curiosity I walked over to the window and looked out again. I nearly crapped my pants when I saw the man in the purple suit looking back up at me. I don't know why, but, I flipped him off. When I realized the big mistake I had made, I closed the drapes and backed away from the window like he was going to burst through the glass. I walked over to the kitchen and noticed that the front door was unlocked. 'This pimp could kill me! What the fuck was I thinking flipping him off! I should have never picked up this oddly hot hooker.' I contemplated these thoughts as I slowly inched forward towards the door. As soon as I was close enough, I pounced on the dead locks, turning them fast paced. I shook my head and took another deep breath. 'Now what the hell was up with Rachael?' I walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. I knocked on the bathroom door and asked if the woman inside was doing okay. After she responded I crept over to the closet door and slowly opened it.
Rachael's POV
"Donte!" I said in a loud whisper; happy to see him.
"Sshh. Speak a little lower. What was up with you swearing a few minutes ago?"
"You heard that? Sorry. Did you play it off well?"
"I hope so. So are you going to tell me?" I swerved the camera over to Donte.
"Look! Look at that!" I pointed at the screen as he squinted his eyes leaning in.
"What?" he asked me.
"What do you mean what?" I didn't understand why he didn't see it.
"It's just some hot blonde, Rachael." He stood up straight and crossed his arms.
"It's Alexandra Cabot!" he looked at me like I was insane then laughed in my face.
"No. It's definitely not. But I must say, she's pretty close."
"What! How can you say that? Just look at her again." He turned his attention back at the screen.
"Yup. Not her. You should look at the credits and let me know that I'm right."
"Jackass." I mumbled as I positioned the camera away from him.
"Look, I'm going to go take the trash out and be back up and I promise I will get on with this bet and phase two and blah blah. So you just stay in here, obsess over your little 'oh my god it's Alex!' and it's not, and stay quiet.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I said defensively.
"That a girl." He patted my head then slammed the closet door.
Outside Rachael and Donte's Apartment
Donte trudged down the steps with two bags of garbage over his shoulders. It was nearly pitch black outside without the dimly lit street lights offering some kind of soft glow. He entered into an alley where a dumpster was kept for a near by restaurant. He swung the garbage bags over his shoulder and into the rusted dumpster. He wiped his hands together and looked up at the sky. Donte turned around and jumped; frightened of the man that was standing in front of him.
"Hi there, partner." The ragged looking man said. His pants were a muddy brown with holes in the knees; he wore two torn jackets over a sweat stained wife beater, you could see his toes through his shoes and had a winter cap on that said 'Salt Lake Winter Olympics 2001', a loose red tie around his neck and to top it off, he wore a black eye patch over the right side of his face. Donte wasn't sure what to say, but he surely wanted to puke at the rancid smell the man was giving off.
"Uh, hi. How's it goin?"
"Good, good." The man stepped closer to Donte. "Wish I had my other eye back though. Thanks for asking, buddy." Donte cleared his throat and started breathing out of his mouth.
"Okay. Bye." Donte brushed by the man and headed for the sidewalk.
"I saw that woman you brought up to your place." The man yelled out. Donte stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"So?" As the man approached him, he held his breath.
"I just want to let you know . . . if you hurt one hair on that beautiful woman's head, I will ram my foot up-"
"How do you know my date?" Donte asked interrupted the man. The man smiled and stepped closer.
"I've got my eye on you, boy." Donte tried not to pass out from the smell of the man's breath.
"And I'll keep my eyes on my date. Have a good night." Donte turned around and left the alley to enter his apartment. He shut and locked his front door then heard the bathroom door start to creep open. 'Perfect timing.' He thought. Donte jogged into his bedroom, closed the door and heard a click and knew that Rachael had just started recording. The bathroom door opened and it was now his time to shine.
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