Ok, so sorry yet again for the delay. I'm just going to upload a new chapter of every one of my stories, because for some reason, I can't upload them from my dorm, which completely sucks, so I'm going to tell you now that it'll be a while for updates, but hopefully not that long where you all lose interest. (P.S. i'm putting this on all my other stories, so if you read more than one of mine, you'll already know this ;) )
Anyway, we finally get to see this Ian character that has recieved much attention from Avery. Does Harris get to Avery? Or does Elliot get to her just in time? You must read to find out!
I DO NOT OWN LAW AND ORDER: SVU OR ITS CHARACTERS; DICK WOLF DOES. LUCKY BUM. IF I DID OWN THEM, THE FIRST STORY WOULD BE AN ACTUAL EPISODE ;)
Elliot quickly parked the squad car in the first availabe spot he found, not caring that it was for administration. His badge would settle any disputes he would have later. He got out of the car, making sure to lock the door, before running into the building. He had been here enough times with Olivia and Avery to know where the administration office was. Quickly entering the building, he rushed up to the front office, hoping they could tell him, and quickly, where Avery was at the moment.
"Hello, can I help you?" an overly sarcastic receptionist asked Elliot, never once looking up to acknowledge his presence.
"Detective Stabler" he replied, shoving his badge under her face, forcing her to look at it. Once she saw the badge, she looked up, unimpressed. "I need to know where Avery Benson is."
The receptionist looked at Elliot and rolled her eyes. "They don't pay me enough for this" she muttered, as she began to type on the computer. "She has P.E. at this time, but due to, her most recent injury, she isn't allowed to be there."
"Where is she? I need to take her home" Elliot said, clipping his badge back to his belt.
The receptionist shrugged. "I don't get paid to baby-sit the students, Detective. Now, you're going to have to sign her out if you want to take her home, and-"
"This is an emergency!" Elliot thought for a moment, then realized where he would be guarenteed to find Avery. He put on his famous Stabler grin, and leaned against the counter, knowing the young woman wouldn't be able to resist. "Where's the theatre room?"
Elliot walked down the empty hall, heading to the theatre room where he knew Avery would be. The girl was obsessed with Theatre, so he knew that when she wasn't allowed to go to P.E. because of her wound, she'd be spending her extra time there. It was quiet, every student in class. Occationally he would see a student, rushing to the bathroom, or someone trying to find something in their locker that they forgot. He even saw a few teachers on their way to lunch, but lucky for him, there was no sign of Harris, and he planned to keep it that way.
It wasn't hard finding the theatre room, after all, it was the only room in the school that had a giant sign above it with theatre masks. He decided to go through one of the stage doors Avery had shown him, that led into the room, just incase there was class going on. He quietly openend the door, and entered the room, walking up the stairs, stopping when he heard the all to familiar voice.
"Okay, how about we do this, and then do the kick."
Elliot quietly walked up the stairs, and smiled, seeing Avery safe and sound. She was on the stage, and from where he stood backstage, he could see she was with a boy, practicing some kind of dance. Elliot debated whether he should go up to her and talk, but after thinking for a while, he decided against it, figuring it would be okay to let Avery finish her practice. He sat on one of the steps, and watched as Avery played music from the stereo behind the two. She, as well as the boy, danced, and Elliot didn't know whether to be impressed, or disturbed. The way this boy kept grabbing Avery's waist and thighs was a little unsettling. Before he could make his way to the two, the music stopped. Elliot watched as both Avery, and her dance partner, sat on the stage floor, exhausted.
"So, that was a good routine. I like it."
Avery turned to face the boy and smiled. "Thanks Ian," she began. Elliot sighed. So this was the infamous Ian Avery and Lizzie had been speaking about. "But somehow I get the feeling you only like it because of the close contact."
Ian turned to her and smiled. "Well, that's a plus" he said with a wink, before shaking some of his blonde hair out of his eyes. "Avery?"
"Yeah?"
Ian placed a hand on the side of Avery's face, while she watched him with wide eyes. "Have I every told you how beautiful you are?" he asked leaning in towards her.
"Don't you dare" Elliot whispered, more to himself, as he watched Ian move closer to his best friend's daughter.
"Ian, I-" Avery felt Ian's lips on hers, and before she knew what she was doing, her arms looped around his neck, as her hands found themselves woven into his hair.
Elliot didn't know what to do. Of course he wasn't her father, but he was the closest thing to one she had to one, plus, he didn't feel comfortable knowing Avery was doing something his partner would definitely not approve of. Before he could stop the two teens, he felt his phone vibrate in his front pocket. Pulling it out, he noticed it was Olivia calling. "Hello" he answered, walking further down the stairs so Avery and Ian wouldn't know he was there. "No, she's, uh, she's fine." He looked over his shoulder, and furrowed his brows when he saw Avery laying on her back, Ian on top of her, his hands unbuttoning her shirt. "Um Liv, you should probably talk to her about this Ian guy."
Avery pulled Ian closer, but when she felt his hands travel to her waist, she tried to push him off. "Uh, Ian, I think we should stop" she said inbetween kisses. She tried to push him off, but when she felt him put even more weight on her, she began to panic.
"Avery, you can't start something, and not expect to finish it" he said, pushing her harder into the stage floor.
"Ian," Avery began, trying to push him off again, starting to realize what a mistake this was. "No, Ian, I'm serious stop. Stop" she said, when he sat on top of her, keeping her pinned down.
Elliot turned to see what all the commotion was about, still on the phone with his best friend. Once he saw what was happening between the two, he got angry, and knew he had to stop it. "Liv, I gotta go." With that, he hung up the phone, shoving it in his pocket, before climbing the stairs, heading onto the stage.
Avery, completely scared, tried to fight Ian off, but he only pinned her hands to the stage, as he kissed her roughly. "Dammit Avery," he said, pulling off her shirt, revealing the small tank top she had on underneath. "I never knew you had curves like this."
Avery tried to scream, but Ian placed his mouth over hers, muffling whatever sounds she was making. The more she struggled, the harder her back was pushed into the floor.
"Get the hell off her" Elliot said, as he yanked Ian off of Avery, pinning him down to the floor, before he handcuffed the teen.
Avery, once she saw Elliot, grew wide-eyed. "Elliot! Stop! What are you doing?" She saw how Elliot ignored her.
He pulled Ian up, his hands cuffed behind his back, and glared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Avery got inbetween Ian and Elliot, which confused the detective. "Elliot, what are you doing?"
"Avery, this boy was trying to hurt you. He almost-"
"No, no no. This is a rehearsed thing" Avery said, before placing her hand over her face, trying to hide herself from the embarrassment Elliot's actions would cause her.
Elliot, surprised, looked around, and understood what she ment. Sitting in the first two rows, were two adults, who were just as surprised as Ian was. "What's going on here?"
Avery grabbed Ian away from Elliot's grasp, before answering. "We're doing presentations on dangerous situations, and awareness about different criminal acts. It's a volunteer group, and Ian and I are supposed to show how easy it is to become overpowered, even if you think you know how to handle yourself."
Elliot let out a sigh, feeling like an idiot. "Um, these are kinda digging into my wrists."
Both Avery and Elliot looked at Ian, who was still handcuffed. "Sorry" Elliot muttered, as he quickly undid the handcuffs, before shoving them into his back pocket.
Ian quickly pushed himself away from Avery, making sure he avoided Elliot, scared of what he would do next. He looked at Elliot, and saw the look he was giving Avery. "Is he your father or something?"
"Yes-"
Avery looked at Ian and shook her head. "No" she said quickly, stopping Elliot from continuing. She gave Elliot a glare, telling him to keep quiet, and to her surprise, he did. Ian looked at Elliot, before turning to face Avery, stepping toward her, fixing his clothes. "Mr. and Mrs. Allen, I apologize for this, incident. Detective Stabler is-"
"Detective Stabler? You mean to tell me that this man is an actual one of New York's finest?" a man who was in his early forties, with graying hair, asked, excited.
Avery nodded, looking over at Elliot, before smirking and turning to face Mr. Allen. "Yes, actually, he's a part of the Special Victims Unit here in Manhattan" she said with a smirk, knowing Elliot was going to kill her for it.
Mr. Allen looked at his wife, before turning to face the three on stage. "Detective Stabler, how would you like to help us raise awareness of how to keep yourself from being in situations like this?"
Elliot looked at Avery, raising an eyebrow. He was nowhere near interested in acting, but he knew Avery, nor Mr. Allen for that matter, would take no for an answer. "Uh, well, I-"
"He'd love to!" Avery said, throwing a smile at her mother's partner.
"Great!" Mr. Allen said, excited.
Elliot looked over at Avery, giving her a smirk of his own. Two could play at this game. "In fact, I can also get my partner, Detective Benson, to help with this. She's great when it comes to assault awareness" he said with a smile, looking at Avery. He knew she was annoyed, but at the moment, it didn't care.
"Good! Avery will give you the details" was all Mr. Allen said, before he and his wife walked out of the room.
Avery turned to Elliot and scoffed. "Really?"
"Hey, you volunteered me."
"So, how does getting back at me involve getting my mother involved?"
Elliot looked at her and gave her another smirk. "Because, you're the one who's going to tell her she has been volunteered to do this."
Avery groaned. It was times like this she really could do without Elliot. Sure, he was the only thing to a father she knew, but still, he could be a bit, extreme, at times. She walked over to the end of the stage, grabbed her backpack, and slung it over her shoulder. She saw Ian walk up to her, and smiled when she felt her heart skip a beat. She saw the look she was getting from Elliot, but at that moment, she honestly didn't care.
"Avery?"
Avery looked at Ian and smiled, trying her hardest not to blush in front of him. "Yes Ian?"
She noticed Ian start to wring his hands out. He only did this when he was nervous, and the fact that Elliot was staring at the two of them talk, was only making things harder for him. "Well, I was wondering, are we, you know, are we still up for tomorrow night?"
Avery smiled once more. So far he was still interested, but unknown to her, Elliot had ways of ruining this. "Oh, Avery is busy tomorrow night. Sorry I-an"
"Ian" Ian corrected for Elliot, before turning to face him. He saw the detective fold his arms across his chest, before letting out a sigh. "Well, I'll see you later Avery." He leaned in to give Avery a kiss, but gave her a quick peck on the cheek, when he heard Elliot clear his throat behind him. "Nice to meet you Detective" he said, rushing quickly to the door. He looked at Elliot, then back at Avery, before leaving the room.
Avery looked at Elliot and scoffed. "I can not believe you" she muttered, before making her way to the door.
Elliot quickly followed her out of the room, and down the hallway. He stopped next to her, at her locker, and leaned up against the lockers near Avery's. "Come on, he's not your type."
Avery leaned back, so that Elliot could see her from behind her locker door. "How do you know what my type is?" she asked, before burying her face back into her locker, looking for one of her school books.
Elliot shrugged, forgetting that she couldn't see the action. "Avery, I need to get you home."
"Why?" she asked from inside her locker. When Elliot didn't answer, she slammed the locker door shut, and stared at him. "Oh God, did something happen to my mom?"
Elliot shook his head. "I'll tell you on the way. Right now, I just need to get you back to the apartment." With that, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hall, and out of the building.
Ok, so kinda lame one and choppy, but whatever. Haha. Reviews please. If you read some of my other stuff, you know the 10 review rule ;) Maybe i'll lower the number, because I am not happy with this chapter at all.