A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, nor do I own the rights to the song Happiness Is A Warm Gun written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Lincoln Hospital
234 E. 149th Street
Brooklyn, New York
Wednesday, January 20th
Jodi was barely aware of John's hands around her waist as she walked up to the doctor standing outside of Anthony's room. After getting the call she had rushed out of the house as quickly as humanly possible. John followed her blindly before getting the story out of her before they got into the car. After speeding across town to the hospital, they still had little information and virtually no idea what they were walking into.
"Ms. Stanford?" the doctor raised her eyebrows as they walked towards her. Reading her face immediately, Jodi could tell Anthony had to at least still be alive, but as to what condition he was in...
"Yes. We got here as soon as we could. Can you tell me he's alright?" she asked.
The doctor looked at John before giving him a small smile. She had noticed him around the hospital quite a few times and even had the chance to talk to him once about a victim. After her friends had finally convinced her to ask him out, she simply couldn't work up the nerve to give him a call and just settled on hoping that he would end up there again sooner or later.
"Hello?" Jodi interrupted her personal battle.
Dr. Hansen looked away from John before focusing her attention on Jodi.
"Your brother suffered massive brain trauma."
Jodi's jaw dropped and John tightened his arms around her waist. For the first time Dr. Hansen notice it and hoped that Jodi was some type of younger sister to him or cousin or...anything other than the obvious.
"What?" she gasped as she struggled against hyperventilation. "Massive brain trauma from what?"
"Bullet to the temple. Aside from that he has three-degree burns on his legs and we found signs that he was sodomized."
Jodi's hands flew to her mouth and she felt tears prick her eyes. Her brother. But if he had taken a bullet to the head then that meant...
"Is he in a coma?" she asked through her fingers.
Dr. Hanson nodded in temporary remorse. She had gotten used to being the bearer of bad news. It was something you had to deal with in the job.
"We suspect he'll make a recovery although, fine motor skills will have to be rebuilt. He might be dependant for the rest of his life."
Jodi turned and looked at John, her green eyes shining.
"I need to see him alone." she said before opening the door and disappearing inside.
John sighed. It seemed sometimes like Jodi never got a break, and he was always there having to support her and pick up the pieces when the occasion called for it. After he had moved in with her, he really got a chance to get to know her, and was shocked to discover she was one of the most kind-hearted and sweetest people he had met. She was always trying to do something for someone else. She'd given up an entire weeks salary (a job he still protested against) of $8,000 dollars and donated it to Haiti. So why did these things continue to happen to her?
"So, Detective Munch....it's been awhile." Dr. Hanson crossed her legs. She knew he saw worse than this everyday and that he knew all about putting on a mask of empathy when confronting a family member. She also knew that at 52, being a chief medical adviser in one of New Yorks hospitals, she didn't have time to find dates.
"Yeah." John replied not even listening. The look of pain on Jodi's face stayed in his mind.
"I was hoping to see you again. So...is Ms. Stanford a relative of yours?"
"What?" John asked looking over at her when he realized where she was going.
"Is she your...niece?"
"Uh, no she's my fiance. And the fact that you're hitting on me after telling her that her brother is a vegetable ever so slightly sickens me."
With that he pulled the door open and walked into the room leaving Dr. Hansen alone in the hallway and embarrassed.
John walked to the edge of Anthony's bed, looking at him. He seemed so frail, so...vulnerable. It was bizarre. Jodi stood with her face in her hands at his bedside. Instead of asking if she was alright, he walked over to her before wrapping his arms around her thin waist. She turned around before laying her head in his chest and letting the tears flow freely.
"Do you want me to call Liv and Elliot?" he asked into her brilliant hair.
"What?" she sniffled.
"If he was....sodomized...we've got a legit case here. I can find who did this to him."
Jodi thought about it for a moment before looking up at him and nodding. Maybe finding out who did this would lead to getting her father out of jail, although she had a pretty good idea she knew who it was.
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Jodi walked down the white hallway of her brother's floor. She just needed to get away from it all. She hated hospitals in the first place...the smell of urine, food, and death all in one lovely mixture. She hated it...but here she was. She left John alone in Anthony's room, hoping Dr. Hansen wouldn't get to him, but she wasn't really in the mood to deal with her jealous and protective feelings at the moment.
As she made her way back to Anthony's room she noticed something. A rail-thin woman with freckles and bone straight red hair stood just outside of Anthony's door, preparing to go in. As Jodi came closer Elizabeth turned and looked at her, hand on the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jodi demanded.
"Well, I could ask you the same...but to answer your question I'm here to visit my son."
"Your son? Wow, see I love how you actually think that. Your under some delusion that you can just reappear into your childs life years later and still consider them yours." Jodi laughed bitterly, as every resentful, angry, and hurt feeling in her body rushed out.
"Well Jodi, if you chose not to forgive me that's your decision, but you can't make decisions for other people."
Jodi held back a retort before pushing Elizabeth aside like more of a competitive sister than her daughter. She walked inside fiercely, her fists clenched.
"You alright?" John asked before looking up and seeing Elizabeth. Putting two and two together he dropped it immediately.
In all fairness, he took Elizabeth's "side" when it came to this whole battle, because he knew what it was like to have to make tough decisions. On the other hand, Jodi had expressed to him completely the hurt and pain she felt at losing her mother, then discovering that her mother partly played a hand in it.
"Hello John." Elizabeth tried to smile. The cold fury radiating from Jodi filled the entire room.
"Hi Elizabeth." he looked back and forth between the two. Jodi's arms were crossed tightly over her chest while she stared at Anthony, her jaw clenched.
Elizabeth looked down at her bruised and battered son. She'd met with him shortly after seeing Jodi during the previous month, and to her surprise he forgave her without so much as batting an eye. So why was Jodi so hard to get through to?
"Maybe we should go." John suggested in Jodi's ear as casually as possible.
She said nothing but began to button up her coat before turning on her heel and brushing past Elizabeth out of the room. John followed her, trying to keep up with her hectic pace before grabbing her hand.
"You alright?" he asked for the second time.
She looked at him, her face a mixture of pain, worry, fear, hurt, and anger.
"How am I supposed to feel John?" she replied quietly, but squeezed his hand. Seeing Elizabeth only pushed her to work harder. She'd get he father out if it was the last thing she did.
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"C'mon Jodi, just another half-hour then we're finished for tonight." Trevor Langdon sighed as Jodi laid her head down on the table. They had been working for five hours straight, identifying and giving details on any members of the mafia she knew.
"Okay...that one right there is James Ghetti. Known as Jimmy Getts. Grew up down the street from her, best friends with my brother."
"What's his direct involvement with the mafia?"
"Collection. "
"Okay...how did he get introduced into the plan with your brother?"
"His older brother was a member of the gang too. He would have been next on the list for a good old-fashioned house crash and raping."
Trevor smirked at her words. When Alex first told him about her, he figured she would be some flaky dumb girl who John was just marrying as a trophy wife, but he was shocked to discover that she was the complete opposite. He was also shocked to discover how much he felt himself attracted to her after their first meeting. Sure he wasn't going to act on it, but he enjoyed seeing her. Whenever she looked away he couldn't help but stare down her shirt, which usually gave a hint of her tremendous cleavage, and the other side of her body was just as good. John was such a lucky bastard.
"Mr. Langdon, can I ask you something?" she suddenly looked up.
"Call me Trevor please...and go for it."
"My brother mentioned something to me, and I was curious?"
"Okay...?"
"Are you familiar with everyone you work with?"
"Familiar? Well...I guess I know everybody by name, but I don't go out and have drinks with everyone or anything like that. Why?"
"Because I'd really like to know where my brother got the information that I was working with you, and I know that you didn't say anything so....it has to be someone you work with?"
Trevor's mind wandered in different directions. Why hadn't he thought of that?! As one of Manhattans best defense attorney's, it was his job to notice the little things, and he couldn't believed he had missed it!
"Damn it." he swore before pulling his phone out and walking away. Jodi watched before looking down at the faces in front of her. The faces of monsters. The faces of the men who raped and murdered innocent little girls then pinned it on someone else. She was going to get him. She was going to get him if it was the last thing she did.
Jodi looked at herself in the mirror. She had been gaining weight the past week and she couldn't figure out why. It may have been the fact that she hadn't been working out as much, and that she'd been eating like a cow the past week, but naturally she wanted to blame something other than herself.
"Hey honey can you-" John opened the bathroom door to find Jodi standing naked in the mirror. He was on his way to work but at the sight of her he was having second thoughts. As predicted, he hadn't been able to even touch her after Anthony landed in the hospital. He'd barely even seen her and she'd been busy bouncing back and forth between Trevor Langdon and Claudia Williams. He was looking forward to the honeymoon more than anything he could dream of at the moment.
"Yeah?" she asked stepping back from the door. She watched his eyes travel over her body before settling on her breasts.
"Oh um...I was going to ask if you could come up to the precinct later after you get done with all the wedding stuff so we can talk about Anthony's case."
"Okay." she nodded before returning her attention to herself in the mirror. She put her hands on her stomach, which was still flat but a little softer than usual.
"Can I ask what you're doing?" John asked, still unable to take his eyes off her body.
"I think I've gained some weight." she pouted, continuing to run her hands over her stomach.
"I think you're hallucinating." John said before walking into the bathroom, feeling magnetically drawn to her body. He could only imagine the heat that radiated off of her. As she turned he got a glimpse of her glorious ass and felt himself get hard.
His phone rang and he sighed but ignored it.
"Why don't we do something tonight?" he leaned against the doorframe, suddenly aware of how much he had missed her. It was becoming quite a routine now, to not see her for a stretch of days then having earth-shattering sex on whatever night they were finally together.
"Like what?" Jodi asked before looking up at him.
"Maybe when we get back from the precinct we can do something...you know." he shrugged awkwardly. She still had a way of embarrassing him without even trying. Something no other woman had the power to do.
"Oh? What exactly did you have in mind?"
He smirked. Back before he had proposed, one night in bed she had asked him to do something. Something he absolutely couldn't. And though he knew she wouldn't be upset just because hey couldn't have the sex she wanted, he wanted to please her.
"You'll see." he shrugged nervously before taking one last look at the incredible hardware that was her body and stepping out before he threw her against the wall.
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"Hi Jodi." Olivia smiled as Jodi walked into the squad room. Everyone couldn't help but notice how worn and tired she looked, but John saw her as an angel.
"Hi Olivia. Fin." she nodded at him before exchanging a glance with Elliot that said enough. It seemed awkward to say anything to him after what happened before and they now had some sort of secret communication that was spoken in glances.
She looked at John and gave him a smile so serene he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter. Everyone in the vicinity watched as his face lit up at the sight of her.
"Hey." she said softly before putting her coat over his chair. He kissed her before pulling away reluctantly.
"What say we get started on this as soon as humanly possible so that we can get home equally as fast?" he looked at her over his glasses.
"Sounds good." she grinned. She bent over his desk and looked at him seductively before pecking him on the lips again. Across from John's desk Elliot forced himself to look away as she bent over in front of him. That ass. That night it had been his. All he could think about was the feel of her body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.
You have a wife.He though resolutely before looking away and staring at the papers on his desk. Olivia followed his brief gaze and felt a slight pang of envy resonate through her chest. Everyone acted like Jodi was the only woman in the room. Why didn't anyone ever look at her that way?
"Okay, so do you have any idea who could have possibly done this to Anthony?" John asked, getting into work mode.
"Well, I could give you about twenty-five names, but I can guarantee they won't get you any closer until Ant wakes up."
"Good point." John replied before leaning back in his chair. All day he had been doing a door-to-door at a housing project in the south of the Bronx, and he wanted nothing more than to just get out of the building and as far away from work as possible.
"You okay?" Jodi asked, noticing how stressed he looked.
"Yeah. Just exhausted, feet hurt, I fucked up my shoes and...just sick of all this in general. You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to getting out of here."
Jodi grinned. She had come to find that he was more obsessed with shoes than she was. Another little trait she had come to love.
"Why don't you just bring those with you and pretend you're working on them at home."
"Brilliant. I knew there was a reason I was marrying you besides that body."
She hit him playfully before standing up and pulling on her coat. He followed suit before grabbing a stack of folders which pertained to Anthony's case and followed Jodi out of the squad room.
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Jodi sat on the bed, eyeing John as he walked into the room.
"I'm waiting." she smirked before unfolding her long legs and putting them on display. John watched before taking a deep breath for what he was going to do. He thought about it all day. If he was going to knock down the barrier he between them because of his job, he would have to do it sometime.
He walked over to her before getting down and kissing her. She made a move to unbutton his shirt but he stopped her.
"We're doing it my way tonight." he growled in her ear, letting the fantasies that had run around in his mind for years although they disgusted him come forth.
Jodi fought back a grin. She had asked John about D/s roleplaying one night, to which his response was...definitely not a yes. She understood that because of his job he wasn't comfortable with it, and hadn't mentioned it again.
"Yes sir." she closed her eyes, feeling the heat of her body immediatly pool downward.
"Get out of the bed." he commanded. Through his seemingly-harsh voice Jodi could hear the slight waver as the nervousness pulsed through his body, but she said nothing. She did what she was told before facing him.
"Turn around." he continued. As soon as she did he let his hands roam over her body. Across her chest, over her breasts, down her stomach, over her covered mound. She held back a loud moan as she felt his fingers caress her.
He squeezed her large breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the lace material. He grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his, feeling the heat radiate off onto him.
"Does that feel good?" he whispered in her ear, pushing back his feelings of disgust.
"Yes sir." she breathed, feeling her body become overtaken by arousal.
He unhooked her bra before letting it fall to the ground before grabbing a handful of her red hair which was pulled back severely and letting it fall around her soft shoulders.
"Get on on your knees." he demanded.
She did so before looking up at him, trying to hold back her excitement. She wanted him to do so many things to her, but didn't want to push it.
He quickly unzipped before letting them drop to the ground. His boxers followed seconds later leaving Jodi kneeling right in front of his erection.
He grabbed her head before sliding himself into her warm mouth. She closed her eyes before relaxing her throat and taking all eight inches of him in. He tightened his grip on her hair and suppressed a moan as she pleasured him with her mouth. Every move she made he could feel through his entire body.
She placed her hands on his thighs, continuing to work him over with her mouth. She felt herself throb so hard inside of her panties tha that it began to hurt, but she pushed it aside trying to make this as comfortable for John as possible.
A moan escaped his lips as he began to thrust slowly into her mouth, struggling not to lose all control. She slid her tongue around him, feeling the veins that stuck out against his manhood.
Feeling as though he was about to explode her gently pulled himself out. Jodi's chest heaved as she herself fought not to throw herself on him.
"Get on the bed." John half-panted. She stood up on slightly shaky legs before doing so. A wave of fatigue passed through her body but she ignored it, hoping John wouldn't notice.
He pulled off his shirt before getting on top of her. She swallowed before pushing back her momentary dizziness. To her luck and surprise John didn't notice but she hoped it wouldn't come back.
"Get on your hands and knees." he breathed. She turned over, putting the other side of her body on display and sending a shiver through his body. Her own was a balanced mixture of feminine curves and tight muscles. Her soft legs rivaling the outline of her calves and her quadriceps. Taut abs battling out her large breasts. It was like her body was a product of Kim Kardashian and Rita G.
He put his hands on her slim waist before sliding into her wet passage. She let a loud moan escape her lips before she threw back her head. He began to push into her, losing all reserved self control and pounding into her with fury. She dug her nails into the bedspread as he moved inside of her. Each thrust felt like paradise.
He moved his hand to her ass before raising it and smacking it experimentally. Almost immediately a red print began to form in the shape of his hand and Jodi let out a loud curse as waves of pleasure rushed through her body.
As her body rocked forward her spanked her a second time, quietly chuckling at her reaction. He watched as a light sheen of sweat began to cover her body and felt her inner walls pulsate around him the wave they did when she was about to come.
"Say my name." he grunted, slowing down his pace so that she would have to beg for it.
"John." she whimpered breathlessly. She sped up only a tiny bit, still not enough to give her what she needed.
"Louder."
"John!"
"Beg for it."
"Please fuck me harder!"
"Please what?"
"Please sir!"
He plowed into her, hearing her screams get louder before she grabbed the bedspread tightly as her muscles tensed. Right as she unclenched John twitched inside of her before he came as well.
They both fell into the sheets in a sweaty pile, catching their breath. John grabbed Jodi's hand before entwining their fingers and kissing her hand. She smiled before closing her eyes. John watched as several strands of red hair hung damply in front of her face. Her breathing slowly began to settle down before he closed his eyes as well and drifted off to sleep.
Anthony opened his slowly, letting them adjust. Where the hell was he? Almost instantly, memories flooded his mind. He saw the bullet coming towards him now, as if in slow motion. His hand automatically flew to his temple. He briefly remembered being rolled into a white room before his surgery, the pain taking over his entire body. He remembered having the shit beaten out of him and Lucias drugging him with something that paralyzed him, but let him feel every movement the bastard made inside of him.
"Mr. Stanford?" his nurse asked, on her way to do her evening rounds. He looked up at her and she smiled, shocked to see him awake.
Right at that moment something didn't feel right inside of him. A strange sensation flooded through his body and he heard the sounds of his heart monitor increases. The nurse looked between him and the monitor before running out of the room for help.
Darkness flooded his eyes as he flatlined. He saw a group of people run in just as his vision left. Miles away at John and Jodi's home, someone knocked on the front door.
