Protector of the Law
Law and Order SVU
One Shot
It had started out subtle. She had started to notice small things. Hang up calls in the middle of the night, the feeling of someone watching her and the occasional note on her car. She knew who it was, she knew he knew that she did and she was scared. He had never gone to these lengths before but since he had spotted her outside that café a month before he had become possessive. He had always had those tendencies when they had been together but not to this length. She knew that she should report it, call the police but she didn't really want to bother people. She really didn't have any real evidence and in truth all he had really done was scare her. She knew she was right in leaving him like she had. Apparently Dylan Thomas didn't think the same thing. What she didn't understand was the fact that he was married with a baby on the way. Why was she his sudden obsession? Still she knew he had control issues and this was his way of controlling something.
It had been a few weeks since she had actually seen or heard anything and she was starting to think he had lost interest. She had thought that maybe he had grown board and tired of his game. She had been wrong. When she first entered her house she hadn't really noticed anything as she slipped out of her shoes and dropped her purse and coat on a chair. It wasn't until she entered her bedroom that she noticed anything. Everything in her bedroom had been pulled out, broken and ripped before thrown in the middle of her bed. Furniture was tipped over and broken but the thing that scared her most was what she found when she turned around. On her mirror, written in bold red letters where the words your mine bitch. She did the one thing she could think of and turn running from her house.
It was after eleven pm when he got her phone call. It wasn't uncommon to receive such late calls considering what he did for a living. It was however uncommon to receive one from her. Normally after a long and hard day such as he had today he would have ignored his phone entirely but when he saw her name pop up he couldn't leave it alone. One because he really liked hearing her voice, it seemed to always sooth his tortured soul and two because she wouldn't call without a good reason. After the incident with her ex the two of them had become fast and close friends. Meeting up with each other after a long day for a drink was not uncommon. Yes she was shy and still seemed to blush whenever he complimented her or even when he touched her in passing. Sure they were accidental touches but it always seemed to affect her. He found that enduring. She was his bright light in his dark world and he would do anything to keep her that way.
"Hey Amelia, you okay?" He asked as soon as he answered after the first ring.
"Ra..Rafa..I" She was having a hard time completing a whole sentence and he could tell she had been crying. She sounded scared and he was immediately concerned. He started toward the door of his apartment.
"Where are you? I'm coming to get you." He could almost feel her fear.
"I'm home." She answered in a whisper and shaky voice. He hailed a cab the minute he hit the street and gave the driver her house number. Thankfully he had it because they had shared a cab earlier in the week. To his surprise they lived only a few blocks apart.
"Listen, I'm only a few minutes away and I will stay on the phone until I get there, okay?"
"I'm scared Rafa." She answered back. It nearly broke his heart to hear her that way.
"I know sweetheart. Now tell me what happened." He tried to keep his own fear at bay and heard her as she took a deep breath.
"The police are here. I…I came home and someone had been here." He felt his own anxiety spike and tried to keep himself calm as he tried to get more information out of her without sounding like he was doing a cross examination.
"Are you hurt?" He asked as he closed his eyes briefly. The thought of someone hurting her was almost too much to bear.
"No…no just scared. Listen I know your busy, I didn't mean to bother you. I just needed to hear your voice."
"Now stop that. We talked about this Amelia. You can call me for anything."
"I know I just…" She started to say but he stopped her.
"Amelia." He said in a firm yet kind tone. "I am coming for you. Now keep breathing. I will be there in a minute." And true to his word he was. Her house was surrounded by police with the red light blinking in the night and there she was pacing on the front porch. She almost collapsed in relief when she saw him run up the sidewalk and within seconds she was in his arms. He pulled her close, one arm pulling her close to him while the other held her head against his shoulder. She buried her head into his neck and let out a relived sob. "It's okay. I've got you." He whispered in her ear. He hated when she cried. He pulled her away slightly taking in her tear stained and pale face. "Hey, did you hear me? I've got you." He said as he brushed her hair and then her tears from her face and she nodded slightly. He pulled her back to him again and noticed her shivering. He rubbed her arms up and down. He pulled back and looked at her again. "Your cold." She nodded her head slightly giving him a tiny smile that didn't meet her eyes.
"Maybe a little." She said as another shiver ran through her body. He immediately shook off his own jacket and placed it around her shoulders.
"Sweetheart its 45 degrees out here and where are your shoes?" He asked looking down at her bare feet. She shrugged and looked down at them too.
"I was in such a hurry to leave the house I left them inside." She answered as he led her to the door meaning to steer her inside but she tensed and froze in his arms.
"Ami?" He asked as he looked at her in confusion. She couldn't look at him and just shook her head.
"I…I can't go inside." She tried to pull away from him but he stopped her.
"Okay, okay. Just wait here." He left her inside of her door just long enough to talk to the detective and grabbed her shoes and purse that she had left by the chair. "Here, put these on." He said as he handed her the shoes and led her to the stoop to sit down. "I'm going to call a cab and you're coming home with me." Her head shot up and she looked at him with an unreadable look.
"Rafa…" She started but he put his hand up to stop her as he pulled out his phone.
"No arguments. Now shoes please. We can't have you getting sick on top of this." We he still saw the hesitation in her eyes he sat down beside her. Close enough that their shoulders touched. "Look, you're scared, tired, cold and right now I don't think you should be or want to be alone. I know that I would feel better if you come with me. And once you've had some sleep you and I are going to talk about who did this to you and how long it's been going on." She looked at him in surprise and he just gave her a gentle smile. "Ami, I know you're hiding something. I know this is hard for you but please let me help you." She nodded her head tiredly and laid her head on his shoulder suddenly giving in. It was either because of exhaustion or because she finally had given in but they both relaxed as he put an arm around her as they waited for the cab.
"Thank you Rafael. Thank you for being my friend."
"Always and forever Ami. Always and forever." He said as he kissed the side of her head. He vowed once again that he would do whatever he must to protect the woman he held in his arms.
A/N This is part one in a two part one shot if that makes sense. This is far from being over. Thanks for reading and like always please review.
