A/N: This story will contain ageplay and spanking. If enough of you like it, it will become a series of one-shots like my other ageplay stories, and I will contain them all here since several of you have complained that my other ageplay stories are somewhat difficult to find since they aren't contained in one spot. This ageplay story will be slightly different from my other ones. I have a loosely planned out plotline for this story, so some one-shots will contain plot and others will be random peeks into little Gracie's daily life under Olivia's protection. I will let you know which is which. This first one-shot is entirely plotline, just to give you an idea of where we're headed so you can decide if you would like to see more. As always, if there is something specific you would like to see happen in a one-shot, feel free to ask. Enjoy! :-)
Grace Muncy walked slowly into the precinct dressed for work with her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail as always, trying and failing to appear as if she wasn't in excruciating pain as she slowly walked to her desk and slowly sat down, wincing. For once, she prayed that they would have a boring day so that she could just sit at her desk and do paperwork, answer the phone, and not have to move too much until the painkillers she had taken this morning had a chance to kick in. The phone on Grace's desk rang and she reached over to answer it.
"Special Victims Unit, this is Detective Muncy. Someone will be there shortly." Grace spoke professionally into the phone and reached over for a pad of paper and a pen to write down the information she was being given and then hung up the phone, "Who's catching today?"
"Me and Amanda. We got a victim?" Fin spoke as he and Amanda both stood from their desks.
"Emily Carpenter, age thirty one. She was brought to Mercy hospital after she was raped while she was out on her morning run in Central Park. Outcry witness is a neighbor, Vickie Little, age forty four." Grace handed the slip of paper in her hand to Amanda and the two detectives left the precinct to go to Mercy hospital.
By the time their lunch break rolled around, Grace was still in pain and trying to choke back her sobs. The painkillers hadn't helped at all and now she was dizzy. Grace waited until the last detective had left the precinct to take their break before she slowly stood from her desk, praying that she could sneak by the eagle eye of her Captain without being noticed.
"Muncy, my office." Olivia ordered from where she stood in the doorway of her office leaning against the doorframe.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace sighed as she obediently turned and made her way into Olivia's office. Olivia closed the door to give them privacy just in case someone walked in.
"I've been watching you all morning. It happened again, didn't it?" Olivia asked gently, and Grace hung her head in shame.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Grace, I can't stand by and watch this happen to you anymore. You asked me for a month to try to solve things your way and it isn't working, so now we are going to solve things my way. You aren't going home tonight, you're coming home with me. You can borrow one of my t-shirts to wear to bed. Tomorrow we'll go to your apartment and get your stuff."
"But where am I going to go? Where am I going to live? I can't afford to live on my own." Grace was suddenly anxious.
"For the forseeable future, you'll live with me."
"I can't do that. I'll just annoy you. What if… what if you discover things about me you don't like?" Grace asked quietly.
"Unless you've broken the law and I have to arrest you, then you don't have to worry about that. We all have skeletons in our closet, including me."
"But what if…"
"Have you broken the law?" Olivia raised an eyebrow.
"No, Ma'am."
"Then we'll get along just fine. Whatever it is you are worried about, you don't need to be worried about it. I've been around a long time, there isn't much that shocks me anymore. I'm in the mood to go to the diner for lunch, do you care to join me?"
At the diner, Grace ordered what appeared to Olivia to be a massive amount of food, including two hamburgers, french fries, and a large diet coke.
"Somebody's hungry." Olivia teased with a smile.
"I have a fast metabolism." Grace lied, trying to return the smile. She didn't mention that she hadn't eaten in three days.
The two women fell into comfortable conversation over their meal, genuinely enjoying each other's company. Grace couldn't put her finger on it, but something about Olivia made her feel safe, and Grace couldn't remember the last time she felt safe. The young brunette nearly forgot about her pain as she cracked up while Olivia entertained her with tales about her own days as a young detective.
"-and it turned out that his lawyer was in on it the whole time, which we would have known if we had bothered to check the database. My partner and I both got our butts caned for that one." Olivia chuckled at the memory.
"I know we're temperamental, but we're not that bad, are we?" Grace asked.
"Before he retired, my Captain warned me that one day I'd have a squad that would make me just as crazy as his squad made him. Trust me, I'm getting my payback in spades." Olivia laughed.
Knowing that Grace was in pain, Olivia kept an eye on her for the rest of the day and didn't make her go out with the others, allowing Grace to stay at her desk doing paperwork and answering the phone. Finally, the long work day came to an end and it was time to clock out. Once again, Grace waited until the last detective had left before she got up and wandered into Olivia's office.
"Hey. Give me ten minutes and then we'll leave." Olivia looked up from her computer when Grace entered her office.
"Yes, Ma'am. No hurry." Grace replied.
On the drive to Olivia's apartment, Grace's cell phone began to ring. The young brunette looked scared to death when she saw who was calling her.
"He's going to want to know where I am." Grace looked at Olivia anxiously, her lower lip trembling a little.
"Tell him that you won't be coming home tonight and hang up. He doesn't need to know where you are." Olivia instructed. Grace hesitantly pressed her phone to her ear and immediately winced as he started screaming at her.
"I'm not coming home tonight. Bye." Grace did as she was told and then hung up the phone, "I shouldn't have done that. He's going to be so mad."
"He can be mad all he wants. If he wants to hurt you again, he's going to have to go through me." Olivia assured her, "He goes to work tomorrow at eight, right? We can go over to your apartment at eight thirty and move your stuff out. I already let Fin know that I won't be at work tomorrow, and neither will you. We'll get your stuff and then just have an easy day at my place."
"I don't want to be any trouble to you. You can go to work and I can just stay home. You shouldn't have to miss out on a day's worth of pay because of me."
"You are no trouble to me whatsoever. I don't feel comfortable leaving you by yourself tomorrow, I want to keep you nearby so I know you're alright."
Tears suddenly filled Grace's eyes as she realized that she was being looked after and protected for the first time in her life. Grace had stepped into an adult role at an early age after her mother died to raise her little brother, and the young brunette had forgotten what a gift it was to be taken care of rather than being the one doing the caretaking. She was still anxious, though. When they went to her apartment tomorrow, how would Olivia react when she discovered Grace's secret? Would she still want her? Would she be disgusted by her? Would she kick her out onto the street?
Once they arrived at Olivia's apartment, Olivia and Grace kicked off their shoes and put away their guns and badges. Olivia went to her bedroom to change her clothes, and since Grace didn't have any clean clothes with her, Olivia lent her one of her t-shirts and a pair of drawstring sweats to change into.
"Before you change, since it's just us girls here, I want to see what he did to you. Take your clothes off."
Grace blushed, but she didn't want to risk making Olivia angry and kicking her out so she obediently began to undress, revealing her battered body. Olivia saw the deep bruising that littered the front and back of Grace's body, including her legs, and the marks on her back that looked like a belt buckle had torn up her delicate skin.
"I have a black eye. I covered it with makeup this morning." Grace admitted.
"Oh, sweetheart. Lie down on my bed on your belly and make yourself comfortable. I have something that will help, I'll be right back." Olivia instructed and then disappeared down the hall.
Once again not daring to disobey, Grace obediently climbed up onto Olivia's bed and made herself comfortable on her belly, melting into the softness of the bed beneath her and breathing in the comforting scent of Olivia's perfume. Olivia walked back into the room holding a tube of some kind of cream, and seeing Grace on the bed it was only then that she realized how thin Grace was and the massive amount of food she had eaten for lunch suddenly made complete sense. The older brunette sat down on the bed beside Grace's body and began to doctor the back of Grace's body, making her touch as feather gentle as possible. Grace whimpered fearfully as tears filled her dazzling blue eyes. The cool cream felt wonderful on her injuries, but even the lightest touch was painful.
"I'm sorry, honey, I'm being as gentle as I can. Just try to relax now, I promise you're safe here with me. He can't hurt you anymore. Before lunch today, how long had it been since you've had a meal?"
"Three days." Grace admitted quietly.
"That won't happen here. You don't need my permission to eat, you help yourself to whatever's in the fridge anytime you want, or if you want me to make you something I will. I don't care if it's the middle of the night, if you're hungry you either help yourself or wake me up and I'll make sure you have something to eat."
"I can help you pay for groceries…"
"That's very sweet of you, but no. Groceries and rent come out of my paycheck, your paycheck is yours to do with as you please."
"But if I'm eating all your food…"
"While you're living here, there's no such thing as my food and your food, it's our food. All right, flip over and let me see your front."
Grace obediently rolled over onto her back and let Olivia doctor the front of her body. Grace giggled softly when Olivia's nails grazed her belly and Olivia smiled. For a brief moment, she lightly danced her nails on the sensitive skin and listened to Grace giggle, glad to hear the younger brunette sounding happy, before she returned to doctoring Grace's various injuries.
"We need to put some arnica on your breasts. Are you okay with that or do you want to do it yourself?" Olivia offered the option.
"You can, please." Grace said trustingly.
Olivia finished doctoring Grace's various injuries and set the arnica on the bedside table.
"Good girl, you can get up now and get dressed."
Grace nearly burst into tears upon hearing Olivia's praise as her heart danced with joy. She hadn't heard those words since before her mom died and had forgotten how good they felt. As Grace changed into the clothes Olivia had offered her, she was beginning to understand that living with Olivia was going to be good for her, and just maybe Olivia wouldn't kick her out when she learned her secret. Grace's new concern was whether or not she was going to be allowed to indulge in her secret once in a while.
"Do you like tacos? That's what I was planning on making for dinner tonight."
"Yes, Ma'am."
After dinner, Grace volunteered to do the dishes and then the two women lounged on the couch with satisfied bellies while they watched TV. Grace didn't even realize it as she ended up cuddled in Olivia's arms, as if she had been doing it forever, and it felt completely natural to both women as Olivia gently stroked Grace's hair. Later that night, Olivia gently tucked Grace into bed in the guest bedroom, which would now be Grace's room, and assured the younger woman that she would be right down the hall if she needed her. Olivia then retired to her own room, got ready for bed, and fell asleep.
The next day, Olivia and Grace rode in the car toward Grace's apartment to retrieve her belongings. Grace used her key to open the door and cautiously stepped inside, expecting him to appear from somewhere and start screaming at her, but to her relief he had already left for work.
"Between the two of us this shouldn't take very long, you just show me what needs to be packed and what needs to stay here." Olivia spoke as she looked around the apartment.
True to her word, it took a little less than an hour for the two of them to pack all of Grace's things.
"Is that everything you want?" Olivia inquired.
"Well… there's one more room I need to get some things out of. It's down the hall." Grace replied, her heart pounding knowing that her secret was about to be revealed.
Olivia followed Grace down the hall and Grace hesitantly opened a door to reveal a room that any baby girl would flip over, complete with various toys including a dollhouse, and other accessories such as pacifiers in various colors, a pink sippy cup, and clothes fit for a baby girl but in an adult's size. It suddenly dawned on Olivia what she was looking at, and she knew that life was definitely about to change, but she hoped that it would be for the better. Grace was getting nervous by Olivia's silence and tried to read the older brunette's mind.
"Sometimes I like to be Gracie." Grace stated quietly, prepared for Olivia to walk out the door and leave her to fend for herself when he arrived home.
"Your dollhouse will have to stay here, it won't fit in my car with everything else we are packing today. We can come back another day to get it, or I can get you a new one. Hand me that box and tell me where to start."
"You… you really don't mind all of this?" Grace asked in shock.
"Nope, if this is something that helps you in some way and makes you feel safe, I won't take it away from you. I'll even guide you through it. I'm just sorry that you've had to put up with abuse while you're feeling little, that should never have happened to you."
"It started out great." Grace sighed.
"It always does, until it's not so great. We see it all the time at SVU. Come on, let's figure out what you want to take with you and then we can go home and you can start a new chapter."
"Thank you, Mommy." Grace beamed happily, her speech becoming younger and more innocent and less jaded, her dazzling blue eyes taking on a childlike innocence, and she was rewarded with a kiss to her forehead as Olivia easily stepped into her new role.
"Good girl, so polite." Olivia praised and then the new family unit began to pack the rest of Grace's things that she wanted to take with her.
Once they were home, they spent time unpacking boxes and turning Olivia's guest bedroom into Grace's bedroom. Olivia felt bad that she didn't have a third spare room to turn into a nursery, but they would make do with what they had, and Olivia made a mental note to start looking for a toybox. Grace's cell phone started to ring and Olivia gently took the phone out of Grace's hand when she saw the fear in Grace's eyes. Olivia rejected the call and turned the phone completely off.
"This is mine for the rest of the day, you can just relax and not even have to think about it. If work needs us, they can call me. Tomorrow we'll get your number changed so he can't contact you anymore. We'll also go to the bank and open your own account so that your checks from work will be deposited into your own account and not into his." Olivia gently stroked the side of Grace's sweet face. Grace flinched, as if expecting to be hit, but when the smack she had been expecting never came, she slowly relaxed into the affection Olivia was giving her.
A little while later, back at the precinct, Fin retrieved his phone to read the text message he had just received from his Captain and he felt his blood start to boil.
"Come on, Velasco, we've got a job to do." Fin ordered. Not knowing what was going on but understanding by Fin's tone of voice that it was very serious, Velasco stood from his desk. Fin and Velasco drove to the precinct that housed the gang unit and walked inside.
"Can I help you?" a detective asked.
"Nah, we're good." Fin replied when he spotted their target and he walked into the Captain's office with Velasco hot on his heels.
"Michael Duarte, you're under arrest for battery and assault."