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word: 'Cribs' from Kate

And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that I'm making
But you, you're the catalyst

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"Hey, do we know if they got him?"

Olivia walked quickly into the precinct, placing a takeout up of coffee on her partner's desk before carefully placing one on her own before shrugging off her heavy winter coat.

Elliot stood from his desk, his hands spread out on top "Eh, yeah Liv, they got him"

"Thank god" She sighed "They better throw him in that cell and drop the key in the Hudson"

"He's dead" Elliot replied solemnly "Him and the kids…"

Olivia sank into her seat and sadly ran her hands through her hair, she glanced over at the empty desks opposite hers and Elliot's "They're not back yet?"

He shook his head "They were right there when it happened, I dunno the just of it but Captain said Cassidy's taking it pretty bad"

The squad had been called four days ago about Larry Edmonton. He was a mechanic in the Bronx, had his own successful business and beautiful family. His neighbour had called the police when she witnessed him smacking his fourteen-year-old daughter out in the street.

Munch and Cassidy had been first on the scene; they brought him in for questioning, spent an hour or so with him in the interrogation room while Olivia sat with his three kids. Samantha, the fourteen-year-old was shaking like a leaf the whole time, she had tried to explain to Olivia that her dad didn't do anything, that the old woman next door was just a nosy bitch who would make up gossip about anyone but the bruise that was forming on the side of her face told a different story.

"Honey, you need to tell me the truth, I can't help you if you don't tell me what really happened" Olivia quietly said to the young teenager who sat opposite her.

"There's nothing to tell, it was an accident" Samantha replied, turning in her chair to watch her two younger brothers playing with the toy cars on the floor

"Do these accidents happen a lot?"

"It's not like that!" The blonde girl exclaimed, as she jumped out of her seat "Stop trying to make him out to be a bad guy, he's not! Ever since mom died he's had to take care of us on his own and I know it's hard for him, sometimes he gets mad but he's never hit me before"

"What about the boys?" Olivia asked tentatively

"He's never touched them either" she dipped her head down and stared at the table.

Olivia noticed her hands shaking in her lap "Samantha, if he's done this before you need to tell us, we can get him some help…"

"Like what? Throwing him in jail? How does that help? What'll happen to us then?"

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Turns out the young girl had been lying about her abusive father, after the background check the team discovered his dead wife had called the cops a number of times claiming domestic assault.

She and Elliot arrested him that day only for him to make bail and be home with his kids in time for dinner. Munch and Cassidy had been sent to check up on the family and got caught up in what could only be described as a hostage situation in the family home.

"Do we know what happened?"

"Not really" Cragen said as he walked up towards their desks "Cassidy is giving his statement now. Munch said Larry seemed fine when the turned up at the house, he claimed Samantha was with a friend, that she wasn't home but Cassidy found her tied up in a chair in her bedroom, her face all bruised."

"Sexual assault?" Elliot grimaced as he asked the dreaded question.

"No, thank god"

"Cassidy released the girl and called for Munch, when they got back into the living room Larry had his own gun trained on his sons, he shot them both before they arrived. He shot Samantha as soon as she ran in the door, pulled the trigger on himself before Munch or Brian could take a shot" Cragen continued "Murder suicide, he shot the kids and then himself"

"Why the kids?" Olivia asked the two men in front of her the rhetorical question

"We'll never know" Cragen shook his head

"If he couldn't have them nobody could" Elliot suggested as he fell back into his chair

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Olivia grabbed her cell phone and watched Elliot walk out the room, she scrolled through her contact list and found Brian's number. After their drunken one night stand a few months back things had been a little awkward between them, Olivia felt guilty because she knew he wanted more, part of her did too but she couldn't bring herself to fall for a colleague, it was against her personal rule but that didn't mean she didn't care for him.

She lifted the phone to her ear as the dull ringing sound repeated over and over again until eventually his voicemail kicked in, she hung up quickly and called back another three times before eventually leaving a quick message.

"Bri, it's me, Olivia…I just wanna make sure you're okay after today, you didn't come back to the squad I just…just let me know if you're okay yeah?"

She hung up and sighed, gazing out the dingy, poster covered window out into the almost dark night. Elliot had already left for home, making a promise to Kathy about being there to help Kathleen with her math homework and Dickie with his science project.

Munch had come and gone almost two hours ago, barely saying a word to anyone he walked straight into the cribs to change his blood spattered shirt and walked out, the look of guilt etched into his already dark features. He quickly handed his file to Cragen before bidding a quiet goodnight to both Elliot and Olivia before marching out of the squad room as fast as he could.

Olivia continued to fill out paperwork, half tempted to just leave it and go home she began to pack away her things in her drawer until she heard the heavy footsteps of someone walking nearer. She turned her back and saw Brian push open the doors and walk gravely over to his desk. He collapsed his full body weight into the chair and tilted his head back, fixing his gaze on the high ceiling.

She watched him for a few minutes, taking in his entire appearance. He looked completely defeated. His previously white shirt was now red, he had clearly come into more contact with the victims than Munch had due to the sheer amount of red that covered his shirt and pants, she could see the extra dark patches on his legs where the blood had dried in.

"What's the point?"

His saddened voice broke her thoughts as she moved her eyes to his face, his head still tipped back

"What's the point of what? Brian?"

"This, this job…what's the point?" He leaned forward and she could see the dried blood stain on his bare neck "There's always another one, another rapist, another bastard who abuses his kids, it never ends."

Olivia sighed and moved over to sit in the chair at the side of his desk, she ran her fingers through her hair, crossing one leg over the other. She had asked herself the very same question over and over again "It's never gonna end. But at least we can try and help the people that do come forward…"

"It never seems to be enough"

"You should get cleaned up" She leaned forward and nodded towards his stained clothes, trying to change his mind from the subject at hand even just for a second.

"Yeah…" She watched him wearily stand from his chair and walk away, she thought he would head straight home but he turned in the direction of the cribs.

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"Go home Liv"

She turned on the bed and watched as Brian came from the showers, his sweatpants hung low on his hips, his hand roughly rubbing the towel over his head to half dry his dark hair.

"I just want to make sure you're okay, you've had a rough day" She knew in her heart she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be acting like this with him, she turned him away for a reason and part of her felt like she was just teasing him.

"I'm fine, I just need to drink and sleep" He smiled lightly in her direction although it didn't fool her, she could still she the pain in his eyes.

"Or you could talk to me about it?"

"What do you want me to say?" He turned angrily and she couldn't help but stare at his toned, naked chest "That we didn't even realise he'd shot his sons until after he'd shot his daughter? That I feel like it's entirely my fault this happened in the first place? That I can still feel that girl clinging on to me as the life literally bled from her body?"

Olivia felt the tears brim in her eyes as he began to pace around the small room; she stood from her position perched on the edge of the bed.

"I've just…god Liv, I've just had enough" Brian walked back over to his locker and slammed the blue metal door shut before throwing his fist against it.

"Hey…" She walked over to him and pulled his fist back from the metal and quickly inspected the now slightly broken skin.

He stood still beside her, watching as she carefully held his hand and spoke quietly to him. He turned to face her, his free hand reaching up to her neck, his thumb softly tracing down the column of her that before he tipped her head up slightly to look at him, his eyes focused on her lips as he moved in and pushed her against the locker.

Olivia sighed, her body hitting the cool metal. She knew this was wrong she said it over and over again in her head but it wasn't stopping, she felt his lips on hers and moaned. His kiss igniting a fire in her that only seemed to happen with him. She gripped his hand that joined with hers at her waist. As his fingers began to move from her neck down the front of her body, he gripped the edge of her shirt before sliding his hand under the black cotton to brush against her warm skin.

Before they knew it they were both half naked, tongues battling and hands wandering as they lay flat out on one of the single beds, Olivia straddled his waist, his fingers gripping her ass before pulling her lacy panties away from her body.

"We shouldn't be doing this" She muttered as she lifted her hips and he pulled the offending material away from her, their lips collided once more in a kiss that made her shiver.

Brian pulled back and held her face in his hands "Stop me. If you don't want this stop me and we'll pretend it never happened."

"I can't stop you," She whispered, biting his bottom lip as she ground her hips against his, feeling his length against her thigh she grinned and reached between them.

He groaned as she moved her hand slowly from base to tip, her thumb gently rubbing over the head of his swollen length and she used her free hand to push him back so he lay flat on the bed

"Liv, I swear…"

"What?" She interrupted with a grin "What are you gonna do?"

He sat up and gripped her wrists. He let go with one arm and wrapped it tight around her waist; lifting her from the bed he pushed her slender body against the lockers, her legs wrapped tight around his waist as he pushed two fingers quickly inside her wet heat.

Olivia moaned and gripped his shoulder, her eyes widened as his fingers moved faster, he slyly added a third and she cried out, bucking her hips against his lower stomach, grinding against his long fingers as he slowed them down, teasing her until she came.

"Please…" She whispered, her head thrown back hard against the metal "God make me come" She pleaded, her hips pushing as hard as he would let them, heavy breaths falling from her pouted lips.

He grinned and withdrew his fingers from her; quickly bringing them to his mouth he moaned a little, as he tasted her. Olivia's mouth fell open as she moaned louder watching him taste her, normally it wouldn't turn her on but anything he did seemed to make her quake.

"How close are you?" Brian whispered in her ear as her hips kept thrusting against his body

"Fuck me" She growled as she bit down hard on his lips. She felt the tip of him push into her and she almost passed out, having already been teased to the edge of insanity, feeling his thick length finally inside of her was enough to break her down.

The couple thrust hard against each other, both taking the anger and frustration at the world out on each other's bodies, bringing each other to extreme heights. Brian grabbed her hands that had already left red scars along his back and chest and slammed them above her head.

Moments later their lips collided as Olivia squealed through her intense orgasm, trying to remain as quiet as possible, only for a faint second remembering that she was still actually in her workplace. Her body trembled hard against his, her nails digging into the back of his hands. Brian pushed his lips against hers feeling his own climax approach fast he thrust harder before smashing his mouth against hers, swallowing each other's cries of pleasure.

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They re-dressed in complete silence, the awkwardness of the situation beginning to take over.

"So this is the part where I say 'that was great' and you say 'don't get used to it', right?" Brian questioned "Or you wanna change things up a bit and do it the other way round?" He joked

"Bri…" Olivia sighed as she straightened out her shirt

"Sorry" He muttered as he pulled his own shirt over his head and grabbing his running shoes "I dunno what you want me to do"

"We said this was a one time thing"

"I believe you said this was a one time thing"

"Well, yeah I guess…" She sighed and sat on the bed beside him. They both looked around the room and then back at each other and laughed lightly.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Olivia smiled

"If it's that I'll never be able to sleep in the cribs again, then yes, Liv, I'm thinking exactly what you're thinking"

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