⚠️ TW: Mentions the Russian Mafia, alcohol, drugs, inappropriate behavior [kissing sessions, dominant behavior, insinuation of prostitution]
Tonight You Are Mine
"In a sense, I'm nothing less than who you claim to be."
— The Technicolors
THE HANDS on her watch seemed to challenge Olivia.
Just a few more minutes and the ordeal would come to an end. She took a deep breath and wiped the palm of her hands against her elegant black dress, hoping to ease her nerves. But tonight, the adrenaline rush felt slightly different.
May simply have been a concern. Not every day did she and her unit have to face this level of threat. Besides, she recalled from her years of experience that crossing paths with the Russian mafia were never a particularly good omen.
The vehicle meant to drive her to the location – a simple, but quite fancy design – made a final turn toward the hotel. One could have easily identified the building. It stood out in the middle of the street, daring to scrap the sky from some of its floors. Lights beaming from within, which only helped brighten a city where the sky had already darkened due to the night.
From the outside, the establishment appeared to be fulfilling its primary function of housing a wealthy clientele. It was a few of the indoor activities that the Captain was most concerned about.
As the car pulled up to the imposing front doors, Olivia allowed herself one last moment. She watched as some clients made their way inside, dressed in the most elegant suits and dresses ever seen. The very sight gave her chills. She was there on a mission, and there was simply no way a little outfit would spoil the fun of doing her job.
–All set, just waiting for you Liv.
Sergeant Fin Tutuola's voice echoed in her ear as a simple warning.
Now was time for her to join the party.
She unbuckled herself, her hand taking the seat belt back to its source, only to reach with a slight tremor for the inner handle. Yet, she froze, unable to get herself to squeeze it right away. Any hope one more breath would soothe her nerves was dashed, for it was only when she raised her head and met the new ADA's gaze through the center mirror that her pulse began to slow down a bit.
–You'll get them, quietly promised Sonny. But, please Captain, don't make me regret this.
On those words, she quickly made her way out of the vehicle. The door slammed in Carisi's face, barely had he told her to be careful. He couldn't contain his sigh anymore, watching through the rearview mirror Olivia's figure getting increasingly distant. Once she stepped through the doorways, he headed for the surveillance van, cursing under his breath.
The building was a genuine labyrinth for anyone unfamiliar with its surroundings. So much so that the SVU Captain felt lost within seconds, turning and returning in huge hallways all seemingly leading to the same place. Some frustration was starting to get the better of her as she knew she had gone over the building's blueprint at least a dozen times with her unit.
Perhaps one final look at the map wouldn't have been too much...
Making her way through one of the halls, she luckily overheard a conversation that led her directly to the intended location. The hotel lounge was much more spacious than she had imagined. Or at least, it certainly felt like it judged by the pictures she'd seen.
She walked over to the bar, ignoring the stares of some of the men to find herself a seat behind the counter. From there, if she turned around a bit, she could easily keep an eye on the clients. Her agents were also all within her line of sight.
On one side, Fin was in the company of the newest recruit, Officer Kat Tamin, meanwhile, on the other side, Amanda, a familiar face from several years, was blending in well with the crowd of workers. But most importantly, she had the reserved VIP area directly in front of her, which meant that if their guests were willing to show up as scheduled, then she couldn't miss them.
–Okay guys, let's get the party started.
THE EVENING promised to be much longer than originally planned.
Settled in the stakeout van, Sonny couldn't bring himself anymore from fidgeting in his chair. His body moving from left to right thanks to the wheels fixed under his seat. The officer standing by his side didn't dare put an end to it, just as bored as he was by the wait. And if the whole thing was driving them nuts from the outside, it wasn't any better inside the building itself.
On the monitors, the attorney had no problem keeping up with his coworkers' moves. Though his gaze was more often on Amanda, who in her spot was having no trouble passing the time, he had noticed the sudden impatience of his two coworkers gathered at the same table. Kat was more of a go-getter than someone who spent hours waiting around. The numerous disagreements between her and the former detective were no longer to be counted. However, no matter what the sergeant was thinking, Carisi was probably thinking the same.
They wanted to end this hunting party as soon as they could.
Meanwhile, at the bar, Olivia reached for the freshly poured glass of red wine a waitress slid toward her. She paused briefly to glance at the woman, giving her a small smile of appreciation. The evening was slow but she at least had plenty to keep her taste buds on their toes. A welcome alternative to the wine she usually treated herself to on her own at night. Although, the luxurious glass holding the alcohol may have had something to do with it.
She gently shook it, watching the dark red wine mingle in waves. Part of her hoped to return to the safety of her home, where her son was waiting. But another part, probably the most passionate about this work, was determined not to leave this place until she had at least seen one of the suspects. She understood the exhaustion of her detectives. She herself was a victim of it. But she refused not to try everything to do justice to the victims of this case.
So caught up in her thoughts, Fin's voice almost faded away like a puff of wind in her earpiece. She began by looking around, wondering what might have interrupted their never-ending suspense. Over her shoulder, she carefully studied the sergeant's gaze, fully aware that only he could lead her in the right direction. Then, she saw. And understood.
The hunt had just been launched.
By the lounge's main doors, surrounded by what appeared to be several presumably armed guards, stood two women whose very presence could not be ignored.
Though persistent, Olivia's gaze remained unnoticed among those of the other customers.
From the spot she had already spent most of her evening, she only managed to catch a glimpse of either of their faces. The one who looked a little smaller in size nevertheless carried an aura worthy of terrifying anyone who dared to get close to her. From the other, she got nothing but brunette locks and killer curves.
Undoubtedly one of them was the head of the whole operation, right?
–Wait a minute, the boss would be a woman?
As the youngest detective faced her partner for further confirmation, her captain eventually dropped her gaze and suppressed her words with a sip of wine.
–It wouldn't be the first time we've seen this.
–It doesn't matter. Regardless of which one is pulling the strings, she's not alone.
Carisi's words echoed despite the distance from which he spoke them. He was right. In the end, it didn't matter if the boss was a woman, what counted though was to know which of the two was the actual threat. The only aim was to thwart this individual's plans.
Down at the bar, Olivia once again politely approached the bartender to refill her now empty glass with wine. The alcohol had had plenty of time to spread through her veins. A little liquid courage was not going to affect her work in any way.
But that's all it took to draw attention to her.
The brunette, already settled on one of the booths of the reserved VIP space, could not look away from her. She watched her every move, not bothering the redhead at her side who hastily dispatched her men as she pleased.
That's all it took for Olivia. She knew.
–Which one do you think is the boss?
–From the way the redhead leads the troops, I'll say her. Amanda nodded to the VIP area, urging Kat to pay closer attention. The brunette is just for show.
–I'm willing to bet anything that anyone who gets too close ends up dead in an alley.
The blonde detective was the first to show interest in Tutuola's words, cracking a subtle smile his way. If anyone was always willing to bet on anything, it was her. Even though officially everyone on the team knew not to give her the opportunity. Tonight, the odds were stacked against her. The bet was obvious, leaving no chance to anybody who would've wanted a different outcome. Of course, whoever got too close to the brunette would die in agony.
Hence, nothing good came out of it for Olivia, who could no longer rid herself of the latter's interest.
Each sip was meant to boost her confidence, which she was slowly losing with each passing second, but this woman's eyes had a way of unsettling her that she could not explain. Could it have been the suspect's beauty or some repressed feelings the captain was trying so hard to keep hidden, but there was something else.
A detective's intuition was seldom wrong. This time, Olivia was determined she was onto something.
–Looks like our little friend likes it rough.
The Assistant District Attorney was not wrong. Even from the stakeout position, one could easily witness the behavior of the suspected boss toward her guest. One hand wandering under the – short – dress of the latter, the other one tightly grasping her chin.
The brunette hardly had time to withdraw her eyes from her target as her lips were already captured. Only a brief second passed before she forced herself to return the kiss. Out of habit, though also to try to keep a minimum of intimacy, she caught herself trying to push the redhead's hand away.
–Что происходит сегодня вечером, детка? Each word was spoken quitely into her ear. Разве ты не хочешь быть моей хорошей девочкой? (What's going on tonight, baby? Don't you want to be my good girl?)
She felt her earlobe being captured by the woman's teeth before the latter's lips found access to her neck. No matter how badly she hoped to get away from the Russian's touch, she couldn't deny how good it felt to receive that kind of attention.
Tonight, she just had a different thing on her mind.
–Well, there's no denying she's hot!
–True. I just think the brunette has more charm.
Olivia had no intention of being so harsh on her team. On any other day, she would have been careful, except this time she didn't have the patience. She had just finished watching two of her suspects amid a kissing session and now had to settle for a game of looks with one of them while the other eagerly devoured her neck.
If the night already felt like forever, the SVU Captain had a strong belief it was only getting started.
As she turned back to the counter, intending to order what she assumed would be a final glass of wine, the brunette's gaze still pierced through her. She tried her best to dismiss it, shooting Amanda a frown of distress over her shoulder. While she expected it to end there, it was pretty far from done yet.
–There's movement, stated Fin through his mic. The brunette heads for the bar.
No one had seen the young woman stand up, or even leave the VIP area. From that point on, she seemed to weave through the crowd as if she owned the place. A confident pace, her head held high, and an ever-present bodyguard on her heels. Finding out which way she was heading was almost a blow.
–Uh, Captain? Kat's voice spoke of her concerns. It looks like she's coming your way.
A brief curse muttered through her teeth and Olivia sensed someone behind her. The clicking of the young woman's heels did not signal her arrival, yet the perfume cloud flowing from her undoubtedly betrayed her.
Drink in hand, Benson turned around – again –and arched an eyebrow in her direction. Eyes sweeping over the brunette from head to toe, waiting for an indication of her presence.
–Добрый вечер, незнакомка, spoke the doe in a flawless Russian accent. I couldn't help noticing you from over there. (Good evening, stranger.)
Olivia opted to act innocent, a thin smile forming on her lips. She swayed her wine in a smooth motion, her eyes locked onto the woman's, while a whole plan was emerging in her mind. Over her years of duty, she had gained enough experience to see through a situation like this one. Everything was on the line at that very peculiar moment. If there was a joker in the deck, it was either now or never. And so, no matter the consequences.
–See, this place is crowded but I've only had eyes for you since I arrived.
–You seem to be in pretty good company, though.
She pointed to the redhead, still sitting with her guests a few steps away from them, but the brunette did not take her eyes off her. She took another step toward Olivia, a flirtatious smile flashing her Colgate teeth, and ran her hand over one of her bare knees. Her skin was soft and warm so that it no longer felt so forbidden. Benson was hit by chills that instantly betrayed her. Her body had spoken before she even had time to utter the words that had gathered on the tip of her tongue.
–What would you say if I chose to stick around and treat you to a drink?
–Uhm, the SVU Captain feigned some reflection, then slightly sat up. I'll say someone might not enjoy the gesture.
–No need to worry about her, дорогая. All you have to do is agree to spend the night with me, and I promise I'll handle anything related to Natalia. (darling)
While Olivia was getting progressively more persuaded by the young woman, the officer working beside Carisi began to look for any information about the one known as Natalia. His fingers tapping frantically on the keyboard in front of him, so loudly that the noise began to break through the new ADA's headphones.
Sonny nearly cursed on several occasions, each time chewing on his lips right on time. No one could have guessed what annoyed him the most between his former Captain flirting with a – still–unknown – suspect, and the young man at his side stifling the women's words with his fuss. He heard words here and there, reading – or at least trying to – the rest on his coworker's lips.
The noise lasted until the brunette headed back to the VIP area, leaving behind Benson who suddenly felt her face heat up under the bright spotlights.
–Everything okay, Captain?
The woman faced the counter again, turning her back to her unit and hiding from them the sight of her face deeply impacted by the emotions she had just felt. It was only part of her job. However, it had been a long time since someone – a woman – had approached her in such a way.
Her heart swaying between two sides, she sucked in a deep breath before finally saying something.
–Yeah, all good. Did you find out anything about our new friends?
–You mean aside from the fact that Natalia hasn't lifted a finger yet regarding your interaction with her girlfriend?
–We're still looking, informed Carisi. I just want you to be careful. We don't know what this woman has in store for us.
–He's right Liv. We've seen this kind of arrangement before, but we don't know what the price is.
–Isn't it weird? asked Amanda, earning curious looks from the entire team. First, she proves to be possessive and dominant, and then she lets the girl hit on another woman and a stranger at that. It just doesn't feel right to me. I mean, look at them.
Nothing would have been stranger than sincerity from two people like them. Still, Olivia couldn't help but frown at the sight in front of her.
The woman with whom she had just exchanged a few words was now under Natalia's control. Their faces so close to each other, spitting and receiving each other's words without being able to step back due to the redhead's grip on the other's chin.
It looked like trouble. Almost to the point of making Benson, who had nothing to blame herself for, regret this whole discussion.
Seconds felt like hours facing such a sight. It was like watching an old silent movie. One in which the acts alone were enough to speak for themselves and which would probably be off-limits to those under 18.
Olivia assumed the two lovers were communicating in an eastern language she still had some memories of. Yet, even if this was indeed the case, she was too far away to be able to hear anything. Only her team's questions and comments tickled her eardrum from time to time. Her eyes lingering on these two beings consuming each other without modesty.
She watched as the elder displayed her intimate familiarity with the brunette's body. Her hands drawing the curves of the youngest, from her neck to the curve of her buttocks. Her mouth giving up the rosy lips of her partner to overfly her throat then the start of her cleavage.
One thing was for sure, if she was going to let her go for the night, she certainly wasn't going to make it easy.
Much like the SVU Captain, one might have wondered what price Fin was referring to.
It could have been money, weapons, or drugs.
It could have been anything.
Only, the attractive dark-haired woman had promised a single thing in compensation for her night.
With her eyes sparkling from mischief, she winked one last time at the so-called boss after a final slap on her butt. Once again, she melted among the crowd, grabbing a well-deserved drink on her way out.
Now, if the Special Victims Unit had found the evening lengthy, they were not about to be disappointed.
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