Release | By : KaticaLocke Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“So Nicole is dead,” Bobby said for the third time as he paced back and forth behind Alex’s chair. She had relayed the entire conversation between her and Raum, but that seemed to be the only part he was grasping.
“Yes, if this guy can be believed, then she is dead, but Bobby - ” She slid her chair back into his path. “ - he has no motive. He’s exacting the revenge of a woman he pulled from the river and watched die, against two people he’s never met. This guy is insane.”
“Not insane, Detective Eames,” Dr. Huang said, a hint of a smile on his lips. “From what I’ve heard, I would say he shows many characteristics of Antisocial, as well as - “
“Narcissistic Personality Disorder,” Bobby said. The doctor’s smile disappeared as his thunder was stolen. “Disregard for the law, for the rights of others, no guilt, no remorse, feelings of superiority, contempt, self-importance - “
“Is that all you do, talk about yourself?” Stabler asked as he strolled into the squad room, Olivia just a few steps behind. His lip was still swollen and the beginnings of a bruise graced his jaw. She looked pale, threadbare, burnt-out.
“We got another call from Raum,” Alex said quickly, shooting her partner a warning look. He pulled over a chair from another desk and straddled it, resting his forearms on the back, as he was wont to do. Tonight, though, Alex had to tear her eyes away and take a calming breath before she could continue. She quickly explained what they had learned, noting the haughty I-told-you-so look on Stabler’s face when she mentioned that Nicole was dead. When she finished, she glanced toward the front of the building. “Where’s Munch and Fin?”
“John wanted to talk to the victim’s friends,” Olivia answered, “to see if they knew who might have done this or what she was calling to tell him.”
“What was the crime scene like?” Bobby asked. Olivia and Stabler exchanged glances.
“Damnedest thing I ever saw,” Stabler said, shaking his head. “The body was ...”
“Twisted,” Olivia said, “like a rag doll.”
“But without so much as a bruise. No blood, no sign of a struggle, no weapon, nothing.”
“Did either of you notice a ... a scent, something out of place on or near the body?” Stabler stared at him, nonplussed.
“You did not just ask if I sniffed that corpse,” he said, then turned to Olivia. “He didn’t - did he?”
“Look, either you noticed something or - or - or you didn’t,” Bobby said, that predatory gleam in his eye again. “It’s okay if you didn’t, it doesn’t mean that you’re a bad cop or anything ... “ Stabler took a step toward him and Alex jumped to her feet between them.
“Back off, Detective,” she said, her voice low and steady as she faced him down. For a second, it looked like Stabler was going to go right through her to get to Bobby, then Olivia stepped up and took her partner by the arm.
“Come on, Elliot, he’s not worth it.” He glared over Alex’s shoulder like she wasn’t even there, the he reluctantly let her lead him away. Alex rounded on Bobby to find him still watching the angry detective.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she demanded, swatting him on the arm. “Are you trying to get me killed?” He looked up at her, shock plain on his face.
“What? No - Never -”
“Then stop picking fights with people.”
“I fail to see how who I fight with is any of your business,” he said, rising to his feet. Not since they’d first started working together had she felt small around him; half the time it seemed that they both forgot he was nearly a foot taller than her, but now he was using every inch to distance himself. He even stopped slouching.
“You’re my partner and that makes it my business. It’s my job to watch your back and keep you from getting your ass kicked.” Bobby laughed, loud and sudden. Alex didn’t see what was funny.
“You think he could kick my ass?” he asked, bending his body toward Stabler.
“Honestly, I think I could.” He fixed her with a dark, intense stare. “You’re big, Bobby, but you’re not a fighter. I got three older brothers; I know how to take care of myself.” He leaned down until he was right in her face. The incubus reached out and caressed her cheek, bringing a gasp to the very edge of her lips before she was able to bite it back and keep her silence.
“Prove it,” he said, his breath a moist and bitter coffee scented kiss against her skin. She felt lightheaded as she stood there, so close, the curse coursing through her blood like a burning poison, sapping her strength, her will power, stealing away her reasons for fighting, for resisting. She knew jumping him right then and there was a bad idea, she just couldn’t remember why.
She stepped back, even though every fiber of her body was screaming for his touch.
“This isn’t the time, or the place,” she said, trying to keep her voice from trembling - and failing. “Let’s work on solving this case and getting you un-cursed, and then, if you still want proof, I’ll beat the living hell out of you.” She matched him stare for stare, unblinking, letting him read the conviction of her words in her eyes. He finally turned away, muttering something about coffee as he lumbered out of the room. Once he was gone, Alex collapsed into her chair, about half a breath away from a complete breakdown.
“You okay?” Olivia asked, coming over to perch on the edge of the desk. Alex shook her head.
“He’s a completely different person,” she said. “I don’t know what to do.” She could feel the tears prickling her eyes, but she blinked them back, only to have Olivia‘s hand grip her shoulder in companionable support. Then she lost it, the tears running silently down her face.
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