Chapter 4
By BlossomingWords & Demetrius Hit Gravity
"Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you."
― Sarah Dessen
A/N: Heya readers! We'd just like to say that this chapter is a lead up to something a lot bigger and more exciting; we hope you'll like the build-up to what's ahead. Hope you like the story so far!
"Okay, what do we know so far?" Cragen asked his squad seeing they were busy at work to crack this case.
"Charlotte Ezra, 18, not American. That's basically it." Nick explained shrugging. They hadn't exactly been getting anywhere.
"Okay, Liv, Rollins. There's a studio right around the corner from the place where your victim was found. Go see if anyone heard anything." Cragen ordered before heading back into his office.
Liv and Amanda looked at each other briefly before heading out.
Amanda Rollins thought it was strange the studio they were about to enter didn't have a sign on it. But sure enough, something could be heard. As they stepped inside a bell rung. The studio was empty, but they could hear water running.
"Classes are cancelled for today!" An Indian voice shouted.
"We'd just like to speak with the owner." Olivia shouted back. The two detectives took the studio in. The floor was wooden and the walls were lined with mirrors.
Before they could do any more 'searching', a young woman exited from a back hallway. "How may I help you detectives?" She asked after Amanda flashed her badge.
"A young girl was found at the bodega around the corner from your studio, you see or hear anything?" Olivia quizzed taking the woman in. The scarf on her head clearly showed she was a Muslim.
"That poor girl! I just got back from visiting a friend today. I wouldn't have." She replied.
"I thought tattoos were forbidden in Islam?" Amanda asked suspiciously seeing a brownish black floral design covering the woman's entire hand.
"It's not a tattoo detective." Nadia explained. "My sister watched my studio for me while I was away for the week. She would probably know something."
"We're going to need her name." Amanda said.
The woman scrawled on a piece of paper before handing the name to Amanda.
"She won't be in though, she's never usually there." The Indian woman replied, the quizzical looks from the detectives made her continue. "She works…a lot." The woman turned and walked back down the corridor.
The detectives made their way out of the building and into the cop car.
"That was strange. Do you think she's hiding something?" Amanda questioned looking up at the building. Its brick walls were faded from hardship over the years and the missing sign did well to stay in Olivia's mind.
"It's definitely an odd one I'll give you that." Benson answered as she reversed out of the parking lot and onto the main road. "I wouldn't mind coming back and searching this place one night, it seems to me she wanted us gone a bit too quickly."
Rollins nodded in response as they drove back to the precinct. "It's a date!" She exclaimed then laughed at Olivia's reaction as they slowed due to traffic.
"Do you have to turn everything into something about our relationship?" The older woman's eyebrows arched as she watched her girlfriend laugh again.
"It's hard not to. We're just so great together and you're just sooooo cute…" Amanda giggled at her own sarcasm as she pinched the brunette's cheek, the same way an elderly person would do to a child.
A smile crept across the older face as she pushed the blonde's hand away. She liked this. Just generally being happy and joking with someone. And having a partner that she actually understood was yet another positive aspect of this relationship.
"Wait isn't that the bar you saw those girls go in the other day?" Benson asked as she looked across the road and saw the flashing sign of Maloney's. "How about we pay them a little visit?"
"Yeah, because a black light bar is going to be open at 11 am, Liv." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully.
"We can still check the place out…"Olivia shrugged as she pulled over in front of the degraded building. Not fully agreeing on the idea of scoping out a bar, Amanda exited the car and followed Liv's footsteps to the front door.
"Liv I don't think this is a good idea…." Amanda sighed.
"Why not?"
"This is exactly how people die in the movies! They go and touch or look or smell or taste shit they shouldn't!" The junior detective exclaimed.
"You are so melodramatic."
"No just cautious." Amanda answered back as the two exited the car and made their way towards the building.
"The door looks like it's open." The brunette grabbed for the door handle as they reached the back door of the bar.
"Because a loud voice in my head isn't telling me to not go in at all!" The younger of the two exclaimed sarcastically. Olivia could only roll her eyes at the dramatic response her girlfriend had decided to give.
The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit passageway. Everything in Amanda's body was screaming at her to get out of there, it must have meant that danger was ahead. A natural instinct perhaps? Either way it was rare for her to feel like this and so she followed closely behind her partner as Benson stepped into the building.
They both instinctively pulled out their guns and held them to their sides as they edged further and further into the building. Olivia looked around, the place looked like a hell hole, it seemed as if people hadn't been there for days or at least someone had come in and trashed the place.
She stepped forwards again but heard a shuffling ahead of her and then the distinctive chatter of feet pacing across the wooden floor.
"I told you, Liv." Amanda said barely above a whisper. The two continued on as they headed in the direction of the sound. Amanda turned to check behind her as Olivia passed another doorway. The brunette took note of the rooms that would lead them out the hallway and the empty bottles of various alcoholic drinks.
A small click sound behind Olivia made both the women freeze. The familiar cold metal of a gun was felt at the back of Olivia's head.
Amanda turned around slowly. Only to be met with a tall (And quite frankly muscular) man.
"Who are you, and what do you think you're doing?" The voice asked. He was taller than Olivia and Amanda. His skin was caramel covered and his voice was deep. Amanda's blue eyes went wide as she realized the situation in front of her.
"We're police officers." Amanda slowly explained.
The man only chuckled. "Hand over your gun. Or you'll be wearing her blood for the next week."
A/N: So what do you think will happen to Olivia and Amanda? After all the team don't know where they are! Leave us a review. Thanks for reading!