A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise. I also do not own the rights to the song Brown Eyes, which is property of the astounding Lady GaGa. I will also say this...please do whatever you can for the earthquake victims in Haiti. So many lives lost, it's just horrible. Teenagers my age, who never will get the chance to grow up. Normal people, just trying to live their lives. My community has direct ties to Haiti even though we're kind of small, and just thinking about those few people and what they're going through right now just really breaks my heart. Please, just see what you can do. Thankyou.
Brown Eyes
"John, can I ask you something?"
"Hmm?" he replied looking over at her. They were both laying in bed, resting after equally long day.
"Um....do you think I'm doing the right thing? With trying to get my dad out and everything?"
He looked over at her, noticing the change in her composure for the first time that day. After going with her to visit her father, he had been called back to work. When he returned her found her much more quiet than usual, and had assumed it was from the events of earlier that day, but one look at her face just now told him there was something more.
"It's hard to say. Of course I don't like the fact that you're risking your life, but at the same times do you know how many innocent men we send to prison every year? Besides, I put myself in danger everyday so I guess it would be somewhat hypocritical for me to get angry at you for it. Why do you ask?"
"Because....after you went back to work...in case you haven't noticed there's been a black Jag sitting across the street from us for the past three days. I knew it had to be Anthony so I went outside to go talk to him and....he tried to convince me to drop the case again."
"....And?"
"I refused of course. So....he agreed to help me."
"What?"
"He said he'd help me."
John stared at her. She was anything but gullible, and John knew she was good at reading people, but did she really trust her brother.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked.
She nodded.
"John...I saw his face...he's telling the truth.I need his help."
John nodded before remembering the little fact that he had not yet told her about Claudia Williams.
"That reminds me. I need to tell you something."
"Go on."
"So, I spoke to someone today. She works for the FBI her name is Claudia Williams. A couple years ago we had a case where our victims was working for the Russian Mafia, and we ran into Claudia. I paid her a visit this morning and told her about your problem and she agreed to help."
There was a long silence before Jodi answered. Almost immediately her face went from tiresome to outraged.
"What do you mean you paid her a visit?! What the fuck John! I didn't tell you to do that!!!"
She climbed out of the bed and stood in front of him, face bright red and angry.
"Oh....sorry?" he shrugged, confused and wondering what exactly he had done wrong.
"Sorry. Yeah. Tell me John, at what point and time did I fucking say, 'go to the FBI?'" she screamed.
"Uh....you didn't. I was just trying to help that's all." he ventured, still not entirely sure what was going on.
"Yeah well you just made the situation worse!"
He stared at her, still have no clue what had brought this on.
"I'm sorry...so why are you screaming at me?"
She made an indescribable noise before retaliating.
"Because John....when you run to the FBI word gets out, which makes doing this a whole lot more difficult. And then there's the tiny fact that you never bothered to ask me beforehand. He's only my father John! Naturally, I would assume that one would ask another before running to the FBI."
"....Okay....why don't you just calm down?"
Wrong thing to say.
Never having witnessed the fact that she had a temper, John was more than surprised when she grabbed a small jewe;ry box from her dresser and chucked it at him. He ducked as it missed him by inches before smashing against the wall.
"Don't fucking tell me to CALM DOWN!" she screamed before grabbing various things and throwing them at him.
"Jodi!" he exclaimed in between ducks. So was the fact that he hadn't told her really the reason behind all this, or was there something else?
He ran at her dodging various items before slamming her up against the wall before she could throw something dangerous.
"Get off me!" she grunted, trying to push him off although it was in vain. As she struggled against him he did the only thing he could think of that would calm her down, which was kiss her.
Completely caught off-guard, Jodi stood there as he kissed her. It took a moment she realize what was going on before she gently pushed him away.
Looking around the room and realizing the destruction she had caused, she gasped before looking up at John.
"I'm sorry." she apologized softly as her lip began to tremble. Tremors began to rack her body as she attempted to hold everything in the past few days had brought. Before John had the chance to say anything she slid from under him and bolted down the stairs. On the way, she ran into Anita, one of her house staff.
"Ms. Jodi?" she asked through a thick Mexican accent.
"I made a mess in the bedroom, can you get it please?" she asked through tears as she brushed past her.
Anita watched her run away in awe. She had never seen her so upset, at least not since her rape a few months ago. She heard the front door slam and made her way up the stairs to the bedroom. She opened the door to find John sitting on the edge of the bed with his chin resting in his hands.
"Please excuse Mr. John, I must clean up this mess." she said curtly before she began picking up the dozens of papers, beauty products, and shatteredj jewelry boxes etc. John sat there for a moment before he turned around and began helping her. She smiled. He had gotten into the habit of helping her around the house. He was much nicer than any of the other guys Jodi had brought home.
"Don't worry, she will be begging forgiveness in a half-hour. Give her some time alone." Anita smiled softly as she looked into John's sad brown eyes.
"Well, it wasn't really her fault." John shrugged as he picked up his own paperwork.
"Jodi never sees as fault. She will apologize to you. She loves you."
John smiled at Anita as best he could before standing up.
"Thanks." he sighed before leaving the room and walking downstairs. He needed a drink.
Jodi looked up at the starry night sky as she stood outside on the frigid and freshly-shoveled porch. She had on no shoes and nothing except one of John's shirts and skimpy underwear underneath, but she didn't care.
While she sat there going over the day in her mind, a thought struck her. Her brother had said that someone told them she had been talking to Trevor Langdon...but who? She knew that the tendrils of the Italian mob reached every state in the country, and she knew that New York was teeming with mobsters, but something didn't make sense.
If someone had been following her, she would have known would have noticed. And even before that when he was trying to solve the case of her rape, they would noticed when she was under police protection the whole time. So there was only one explanation to her problem....either Trevor Langdon was working with them, or else someone that worked with him did.
John set down his beer as Jodi walked into the kitchen timidly. Her usually confident facade was replaced with one of vulnerability and remorse.
"I'm sorry..." she began when she reached him.
He cut her off by putting a finger on her lips.
"There's nothing to be sorry for." he said softly before leaning in an kissing her. She hesitated for a moment before kissing him back.
Though the kiss was originally meant to let her know all was forgiven, John found himself getting lost in her mouth. Unable to stop himself his hands slid one of his arms around her waist and rested the other lightly on her ass.
"Let's go upstairs." he whispered gently before picking her up and carrying her up the stairs.
He walked past Anita who winked at them as she left the bedroom. She had left everything stacked neatly in separate piles on the dresser and swept up the shattered remnants of everything Jodi had thrown.
He set her down on the bed gently before climbing on top of her. She shivered underneath him as her body continued experience the effects of standing in twenty degree weather with virtually nothing.
"You okay?" he asked as he felt her tremble underneath her.
She nodded before kissing him again. He slowly reached for the buttons on her shirt before pulling it off slowly.
Taking his time, he ran his hands over her soft skin. She melted under his touch and closed her eyes. She moaned softly as John's hand ran over her clothed breast. He felt her nipple harden under the thin fabric of her bra and watched as a red flush crept through her chest.
He slipped his hand into her lacy underwear, rubbing her gently. She opened her legs wider as she urged him to slip his fingers inside of her. Instead of succumbing to her he pulled out his hand and continued kissing her lips.
With a quick flick of his wrist the clasp of her bra fell away and he quickly pulled it off before bringing his mouth to her one of her nipples. She twitched as he bit down softly and grabbed a handful of his hair.
As his lips and mouth continued to work their way up her body she pulled off his clothes as quickly as possible. She pulled him down onto her completely, feeling his body against hers. After a moment she rolled over so that she was on top before slowly lowering herself onto his throbbing erection.
He groaned as he slid in between her slick walls before putting his hands on her hips. She rested her own on his chest before she moved her hips and began to ride him slowly.
She threw back her red mane and moaned loudly as she moved on top of him. Each movement felt like pure bliss and pretty soon John was surprised to hear himself getting louder than she usually did.
Minutes blended in as the sweat on Jodi's body began to coat her body. After a half hour John's nails dug fiercely into Jodi's skin as he tried to keep himself from coming. On top of her she shook fiercely as she tried to do the same thing. Her red roots were darkened with perspiration and he entire body was slick and slippery. Just as John was sure he was about to implode, Jodi dragged her nails down his chest immediately leaving a trail of red and swollen skin behind where she scratched him so bad that she left a mark. He twitched inside of her before releasing himself just as her walls clamped down on him a second time.
She laid there fore a moment before falling next to him in a sweaty heap.
They both lay there panting before she gingerly touched the raised skin on his stomach. He flinched as it stung something fierce.
"You okay?" she asked, immediately moving her hands away.
He nodded.
"Not my worst wound, although I can now brag that I gave you such a good orgasm that you scratched me in bed." he grinned.
She giggled before snuggling up against him, and for a moment it felt like things were good again.
"John, in my office, now!" Donald Cragen yelled as he walked through the squad room.
Everyone turned and looked at John, who returned each look with one of plain confusion. He'd only worked two cases in the past week, neither which he could have screwed up on.
"I'll call Jodi in case you don't make it." Fin joked from his desk.
"Thanks for the support." John said as he pushed his chair out from under his desk before walking to the captain's office.
"Close the door and have a seat John." Cragen commanded as he shoved his hands in his pockets. John did as told before taking a seat.
"To what do I own this fine visit sir?" he looked up.
"Well, for starters, none of your smart-ass answers would be nice. The second was just a little thing I was wondering...so when exactly do you think it's okay to open an FBI case right under my nose without so much as saying anything to me?"
Caught off-guard, John felt himself unable to reply as the captain glared.
"I uh....it has nothing to do with us." he shrugged, trying to regain his composure.
"It has nothing to do with us...okay John. Well I'd just like to point out that when the chief of D's starts throwing questions at me about an FBI investigation coming out of my squad, and I have absolutely no idea what the hell he's talking about, I should make it a point to find out what is going on."
"I'm sorry then. I didn't think I needed to say anything."
"Well John, it's safe to say you thought wrong. You can go now."
"You okay?" John asked as he looked over at Jodi, who was sitting unnaturally quiet as they both sat on the couch.
She nodded before turning to him.
"Yeah but...there's something I need to tell you."
John's heart panged in his chest. Everytime she said those words he knew something bad was coming.
"Go on."
"Anthony told me that they'd gotten word about me trying to get my father out, but I don't see how. If someone was following me, we would've known by now. So there can only be two explanations...either Mr. Langdon is working with them, or there's a-"
"-rat in the N.Y.P.D or someone close to Trevor." John finished for her. Why the hell hadn't he stumbled onto this before?
"I mean...I don't know Trevor well so I can't really say..."
"While I don't particularly care for him because all the trouble he's created for us by defending these creeps, I can say with certainty that he's not working with them." John commented.
"Then someone has to be feeding them information from either where he works, or the police department." Jodi continued.
"Exactly." John finished resolutely. He himself would be paying Trevor a visit the next day,
