A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song I Smell A Rat by Big Mama Thorton.
I Smell A Rat
"Hey."
Jodi turned her head as she felt John squeeze her waist. She was drugged up on multiple things to fight the pain, including sleeping pills and felt as though she was swimming.
"Hm?" she groaned, her hand landing atop his.
He said nothing, only pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder and pressing himself up against her.
Even through the haze of drugs she could feel the hard bulge against her backside.
His lips moved to her bare arm, kissing down softly.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I want you." he whispered.
"John I'm so hopped up on painkillers and vodka I can't even see straight."
John said nothing, only running his hands up her newly-toned body.
He kissed her neck persistently, nibbling at the skin eagerly.
"I'm not moving. I'm not moaning. I'm not doing anything."
John's hands fell limp and he sighed before sitting up and getting out of the bed, leaving a barely conscious Jodi behind. She silently prayed the kids would keep sleeping through the night until the drugs worked their way out of her system.
She retreated to her pillow, opening an eye and looking at the clock. It was eleven now, the earliest she had been to bed in awhile. Up at seven in the morning to start all over again. All for the sake of her passion.
"Hey."
John looked up at Jodi, glaring shortly before going back to his tie.
"What's wrong?" she asked, grabbing a hair-tie from the bathroom sink and putting her hair up in a severe bun.
"Nothing." John mumbled, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was clad head to toe in black. Black sleeveless tank. Black cardigan. Black tights. Black flip-flops. Even with her curves she did look like quite the ballerina.
He was actually more upset than he thought about last night. It seemed now that it was a rare occasion that they had sex, and the fact that she drove him off did nothing more than frustrate him. He had needs too.
"I know you're lying. What's wrong?" Jodi asked, sitting down beside him.
John said nothing, looking down at his cip of coffee before standing up.
"What the fuck John? I don't fucking care, we have kids now. We can't have sex every five seconds like we used to. I have school and you have work." Jodi snapped, standing up and storming out of the room.
John didn't try and defend himself, only muttered something silently as he fumed.
He sighed, standing up and straightening out his shirt. Perhaps work could take his mind off things.
"Jodi fidgeted heavily as she watched several of the other girls smoking on the sidewalk. What she would give for a cigarette, but she was trying to hold off until the kids switched to formula.
It wasn't until she wanted one this much that she realized how addicting nicotine really was. She had always been a social smoker but with the stress she wanted a cigarette more than anything.
She held her breath as she stepped past the plumes of smoke on her way to rehersal, doing everything she could not to breath in the heavenly scent. The girls paid no mind to her as she rushed up the steps before throwing open the door and sighing.
She made her way down the busy hall, already well on her way to memorizing her way around on her second day. She was so focused she didn't hear the footsteps behind her.
"I can't stand the smell either."
She jumped, turning around to find a tall young man behind her, unruly hair in need of a haircut and black-framed rectangular glasses.
"What?" she stopped, looking around in confusion.
"Cigarette smoke. I noticed you holding your breath. I can't stand it either." he shrugged.
"Oh...oh, not actually, I am a smoker but I'm trying to go clean for awhile." she giggled, looking into his green-blue eyes and taking in his tan skin. He was actually quite handsome, looking unlike any guy she had seen before. As she looked down at his clothing she took in a standard-color Bob Marley t-shirt and faded jeans. There was a gold necklace around his neck and she could see slight-muscles bulging from underneath his short sleeves. He looked completely unlike anyone she had seen here so far.
"Your honest, I like that. Most people would just lie." he smirked, his voice warm and soft.
Jodi nodded, looking down at her Swarovski watch. She only had five minutes to get to class. She still had to grab her music too.
"Nick. Nick Canos." he extended a hand.
"Jodi Munch." she took it, smiling as she grasped his warm hand.
His eyes lingered on hers for a moment, somewhat flirtatiously but something told her he probably looked at everyone like that.
"I'm definantly going to be late to class." she bit her lip, looking down at her watch again.
"You going to classical?" he asked.
"Yeah." Jodi nodded, fingering the wedding band on her hand like she so often did now.
"Me too. I always see you."
"Oh? You're in there?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm one of the percussionists. I've been working on the bass drum for Shostakovitch."
"Oh! I have seen you. Want to walk together?"
"Yeah. You're the pianist right?"
"Yeah."
They walked in sync, Jodi's shoes thawcking loudly against the floor. There was a heavy uncomfortable silence between the two and she grabbed her quilted Chanel tote and looked inside, simply for something to do.
"Am I mistaken or is that a wedding band on your finger?" he asked, pointing.
"Yeah it is." Jodi smiled, although inside her body surged with anger at the thought of the fact that John had been angry with her today.
"When'd you get married?" he asked.
"March of this year." she smiled.
"Wow, how old are you?"
"Nineteen." she shrugged again, not really feeling like hearing the usual remarks about how young she was but none came.
"Well, I bet he's a lucky guy."
Jodi smiled again, before opening the door. Nick stepped in front of her, grabbing it.
"Ladies first." he smiled, holding it open for her.
She smiled, besides John not many guys were gentlemen.
"Thanks." she walked past him before entering the room.
The sounds of tuning were heard throughout the room as everyone warmed up individually.
"See you around I guess." he patted her on the back before walking to the opposite side of the room. Jodi stood there, before smiling. Finally she seemed to be making some friends.
"They stole my fucking credit card and SSN! How the fuck do you expect me to calm down?" Betsy almost screamed as several policemen stood in front of her.
Anthony put a hand on her shoulder, silently hoping it would calm her down, but his efforts were futile. She shrugged out from under his hand, slamming her own against the desk angrily.
"Ms. Roschav, don't worry. We're going to find out who did this. First I'm sorry but we have to ask. Have you made any enemies recently?"
Betsy opened her mouth, her eyes full of fury before snorting and turning around, wheeling out of the room. The policemen all looked at each other before Anthony cleared his throat.
"She was raped and beaten. Hence the wheelchair." Anthony pursed his lips, shoving his hands into the pockets of his True Religion's.
One of the officers swore, the other looked at Anthony.
"Do you know by who son?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Obviously not or else she wouldn't be this worried right now." he snapped, wondering how obviously stupid they could possibly be. He should have just called Olivia.
"No need for the attitude, we're trying to help kid." one of them snapped.
Anthony bit his lip, trying his hardest not to say what he was thinking and pulled out his phone before texting Olivia rapidly. When he finished he looked up at the officers.
"Get out." he demanded.
There was a heavy pause.
"What?" one of them said.
"Get the fuck out." he pointed to the door.
"Listen kid, I don't know what the fuck your problem is but we've got someone who could be in danger here. Think about what's best for her." one of the officers stepped in.
"I am. Now get out." he pointed to the door once again.
The three officers glanced at each other before exiting the room, the last one hesitating a moment and looking around. Anthony watched him, and the two met each others eyes for a fleeting second before he stepped out.
Anthony slammed the door behind them before turning back to the penthouse, which had been completely destroyed.
Being a criminal himself, Anthony was an expert at lying, and in that he could tell when someone else was lying.
Walking to the window he looked down to where the officers had parked, taking out his phone and taking a quick shot of their car.
"Police my ass." he muttered, before going to find Betsy. Could they trust anyone?
John watched Jodi as she laid on the living room floor, her legs spread perpendicular to her body. She stared up at the ceiling, holding the pose for several minutes before sitting up and grimacing in pain.
"You okay?" John asked.
She turned her head, looking up before standing.
"Yeah, dance is just killing me. Literally." she shrugged, putting her hands on her aching lower back. John's eyes couldn't help but zoom in on her chest. She was wearing a cropped tank-top, and tight spandex, both of which framed her full ass and breasts. He distantly felt a rush of warmth zoom below his waist before sighing, remembering last night.
"Why don't you let me give you a massage?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. He had spent the entire day driving around, pretending to be looking for a perp. The captain had been giving him a light load lately because of the kids. He might as well take advantage of it.
"What?" Jodi asked, putting her hands on her hips, her flat stomach shining beneath the light. God he just wanted to destroy her.
"Let me give you a massage." he repeated.
"You? Give me a massage?" Jodi raised her arched eyebrows.
"Yeah. Why do you say it like that?" John asked, hearing the skepticism in her voice.
"This has just never come up before." she shrugged.
John sighed.
"Well, do you want to or not?" he asked. One way or another he was going to get her into bed.
"Fine." she shrugged, chuckling.
"Okay. Get upstairs and I'll meet you in the bedroom in ten minutes."
She nodded, walking past him and going up the stairs. John looked down at his hands. Massage...yeah.
Jodi lay on her stomach, feeling John's hands move up her back. She smiled. She knew he had absolutely no idea what the fuck he was doing, but at least he was putting effort into it. It actually did feel good.
"Do you mind?" he asked, his hands nearing the clasp of her bra.
She shook her head, sitting up and letting him unfasten it before sliding out. She heard a slight intake of breath on his part.
Jodi had been around the block a few times. She knew what things men would say to get a girl into bed, and massages were definitely one of them. She just couldn't believe her own husband was resorting to such a thing. But as long as his hands were on her it didn't really matter.
John's fingers kneaded her skin, and Jodi closed her eyes, his rough hands moving so lightly.
He slowly moved down to her lower back, and Jodi raised her lower body to let him know where she wanted his hands. He moved down her sides, the pads of his thumbs rubbing her lower back.
"How does that feel?" John asked.
"Really good." she moaned, her entire body heated in anticipation for his next move.
He grabbed her ass, squeezing it gently and causing her to moan loudly through the sheets.
"What was that?" John asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jodi giggled, hoping his hands would make their way back to her but instead he moved to her thighs, using small circular motions.
John continued to move down, before grabbing her arm, urging her to turn over.
Instead of doing so Jodi sat up, putting a hand on John's face.
"Just fuck me." she smiled, before leaning in and kissing him.
John grinned, pushing her back onto the bed.
"Yes ma'am."