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StoriesofSVU Bingo: (nsfw)

This was such a fun challenge!!! Happy one year to Katt; you’re such a delight & I’m glad you included me.

StoriesofSVU Bingo: Strap Warming (nsfw)

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31556783

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StoriesofSVU Bingo: Only One Bed

Another day, another bingo drabble!  This one gets a lil spicy; enjoy!

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31515026

“I’m glad we got a little information out of them.  D’you want first shower?”  Amanda was already unzipping her heels as she shuffled in the door, kicking them off into the corner and hissing as her feet hit the level ground.  “God, I forgot how much those hurt.”

Olivia chuckled as she hung up her blazer.  “You gonna wear flats next time?”  She walked past Amanda and sat down on the bed to unzip her boots, throwing a grin over her shoulder.  “I’ll stick to the tables if you need to sit.”

“Don’t worry about me; I can handle myself,” Amanda reassured, rolling her eyes.

“I know you can, but can Miranda handle herself?” Olivia asked, pulling off her shoes one by one.  “You were really selling the tipsy party girl act.”

Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt if Vivian reined her in sometimes,” she joked, following after Olivia further into the hotel room, “Miranda’s just happy to be on the arm of the best-looking woman in the room.”  She watched as Olivia shook out her hair from its slicked-back updo as she smiled in response.

Olivia scoffed as she placed her glasses on the bedside table.  “They were looking at you—and we were plenty convincing out there.”

“But what if they’re outside the door?  Or peeking in the windows?” Amanda cocked her head to one side and smirked, faking a suspicious once-over of the room.  “Wouldn’t want to blow our cover, right?”

Olivia mirrored this gesture as Amanda moved to stand in front of her, starting to understand. Her eyes moved up Amanda’s petite frame in the shimmering cocktail dress, and she licked her lips.  “I’d hate for us to be made as cops so easily,” she said, playing along.  “So remind me, Miranda,” Olivia purred, shifting her weight on the end of the bed as she ran a hand up Amanda’s thigh, “how long have you and I been dating again?”

Amanda giggled as Olivia caught on to the game.  “Oh, half a year, I think.  Feels like forever, though.  I realized you were just my type real quick, Vivi.”  She carefully perched herself in Olivia’s lap and threw her arms around her shoulders, wasting no time as she pulled Olivia into a kiss.

Olivia’s hands quickly found the pins hiding in Amanda’s hair, sending the blonde waves tumbling down her back.  “How do you want me?” she breathed, her kohl-rimmed eyes flicking from Amanda’s lips to her eyes with a hungry look.

“I wanna get you out of this shirt first,” Amanda murmured, methodically working her way down the buttons on Olivia’s blouse.  “Jesus… this thing is like Fort Knox.”  She quickly grew frustrated and gripped the lapels, ripping it open and sending buttons pinging around the room.

Olivia gasped.  “You owe me a new shirt,” she growled, pulling Amanda in by a fistful of her hair.  “That wasn’t cheap.”

“Just win the money for it back at the tables tomorrow night,” Amanda shuddered, arching into Olivia’s touch.  Her hands settled on the front of the fabled leather pants, unbuttoning them with little issue.  “God, you knew what you were doing when you wore these,” she said, licking her lips. “You tease.”

“I could say the same to you,” Olivia said, sliding her hands up Amanda’s thighs and under the skirt of her dress, giving her ass a squeeze.  “I figured you were wearing next to nothing under this.”

Amanda couldn’t help but giggle as her thighs parted further, allowing her to sink further into Olivia’s lap.  “Only for my girlfriend,” she mumbled, kissing down Olivia’s neck to hear another series of moans in response.  “Mm, that’s my girl.  Let me hear you.”

Olivia gave a breathless chuckle as Amanda moved further down her body, letting the blonde undress her slowly.  There was no need to fully remove Amanda’s dress; it left little to the imagination in the first place.  “Let me look at you,” Olivia said, taking in the sight of Amanda in the barely-there dress once more.  “I’m a lucky woman.”

“I could say the same,” Amanda said, giving Olivia a gentle shove back onto the bed.  “Now just lay back and let me work.”

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StoriesofSVU Bingo: You Ruin Me--The Veronicas

Leave it to Katt to make me actually write something angsty for once.  Have some Cabenson to cry over; I felt inspired.  Also... I didn’t use a line from the song, but the music was playing over this entire piece as I wrote it--so that’s the recommended listening for this one!!!

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31514519/

In recent years, Olivia’s life had felt like a revolving door with constant entrances and exits. Elliot, Nick, Rafael, Peter… in and out, one by one, each leaving her changed for better or worse… but time healed those wounds; time apart allowed her to process each shift little by little. This was nothing compared to the uncanny ability of Alex Cabot to weave her life in and out of Olivia’s own. This wasn’t a revolving door, it was a door-slamming farce played onstage, and Olivia was the butt of the joke.

The ADA had swooped into the squad room with a confidence and swagger that endlessly fascinated Olivia. They had fallen for one another by accident, realizing they had found a mutual understanding and comfort in one another for a blissful three years.  The first exit wasn’t Alex’s choice; she was forced away by circumstance and brought back years later to plead her own case.  The night before the trial that they had spent together allowed them to make up for lost time, but as soon as the verdict was reached, Alex disappeared once again.

Another handful of years passed, and Alex came strutting up the street with Captain Cragen—Olivia had been dumbfounded, barely able to collect her thoughts in the moment.  Alex had been back in New York for years, but Alex returned to SVU only to leave a third time less than a year later.  She’d taken a position with the international criminal court—nothing tied her to the states, not when her work was the priority, but she had reassured Olivia of her safe return.

Their third act picked back up where they’d left off—Olivia had drowned her sorrows over Elliot’s departure in Alex, and Alex had finally found an anchor in a place she could call home. Their arrangement was almost domestic at this point; it was a world away from their frenzied rendezvous in their earlier years.  They had fallen into a steady, easy, constant rhythm… but consistency was never either woman’s strong suit.  After a particularly disastrous outcome of a case, Alex elected to resign from the D.A.’s office.

“When were you going to tell me?” Olivia asked, her voice shaking.

Alex sighed, shaking her head, “Olivia, they need me—“

Olivia scoffed, clenching her jaw to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.  “What about me?”

“I—“ Alex paused, finding herself growing choked up as well.  “I don’t know the answer to that, Olivia.  But… my time with the law… that’s the past.”

“Not for me,” Olivia insisted, moving to stare Alex down.  “Not for me.”  She swallowed hard and sniffled, still searching the other woman’s face for answers. “Alex, please.”

“I can’t just let people die, Olivia,” Alex said, running a hand through her hair.  “I’m going to make real, tangible change.  This is… all a joke.”

“Stay, please?” Olivia asked, her tone growing desperate as she took Alex’s hand, “just for tonight?”

Alex let out another sigh. “Tonight.”

Olivia had woken up to an empty bed and a simple note on the other pillow.  Her pillow.  “I’m sorry. –A”

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StoriesofSVU Bingo: Wedding Date

Another drabble!  We haven’t gotten the wedding episode yet, but this is how I’d like it to happen...

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31442624

Fin and Phoebe’s wedding reception was just as gorgeous as the ceremony, if not more.  Laughter and party music echoed throughout the hall; it was a well-earned respite after a hellish year.  Olivia sat at a table with Noah, watching Amanda and Sonny chatter across from them as the little boy slowly worked through his half of a generous slice of wedding cake.  Sonny excused himself to grab two more drinks for himself and Amanda, and Olivia grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

Amanda grinned and blushed as Jesse bounced over, dragging Kat off the dance floor after another line dance concluded.  “Mama, Mama, did you see me?!”  Her poufy formal dress made her look like a storybook fairy princess, pairing nicely with her dance partner’s sharp floral suit.

“I did, baby,” Amanda chuckled, lifting her daughter into her lap, “you looked like you were having a lot of fun out there.”

“How much cake did she have?” Kat asked breathlessly, downing half of a glass of water as she collapsed into the chair on Olivia’s left.  “She’s unstoppable.”

“Let’s give Aunt Kat a break, hm?” Amanda said, taking a moment to fix Jesse’s headband to push some stray locks of hair out of her eyes.

A sprinkle of laughter crossed the table as Sonny returned.  “What’d I miss?” he asked, handing Amanda her champagne.

“Oh Uncle Sonny,” Jesse chirped, “I love weddings!”

“Me too!” Noah piped up, a smear of frosting on his cheek.

Olivia sipped at her own champagne, reaching over to wipe away the frosting from Noah’s face.  “Hopefully you’ll get to go to a lot.”

“Maybe,” Noah shrugged and ate another forkful of cake.  “Do you know everyone here, Mom?”

“Well,” Olivia sighed, taking a look around the room, “it’s half the department, plus Uncle Fin’s family, so I’d say… yeah, I do.”  She nodded decisively at her quick survey of the crowd, but her eyes began to wander more, eventually landing on a shockingly familiar face.

It seemed that Alex Cabot had somehow made it onto the guest list.  The former ADA turned and met Olivia’s eyes, giving a conspiratorial smirk and lifting her flute of champagne in a silent toast.  Olivia did likewise, taking a deep breath to slow her suddenly racing heartbeat.

Noah tugged at his mother’s sleeve.  “Mom, you okay?”

Amanda caught Olivia’s eye and gave her a thumbs up, raising an eyebrow.

Olivia nodded, then turned back toward Noah with a shy smile.  “Yeah, um… you know, I know everyone here, but you don’t.”  She stood and offered her hand, “C’mon, there’s someone here I’d like you to meet.

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StoriesofSVU Bingo: Mother’s Day

My first drabble for @storiesofsvu‘s bingo!  A cute little drabble about Mother’s Day cards with Olivia & Noah.

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31440527

“We made it at school!” Noah declared triumphantly, brandishing the folded purple construction paper in his hand.  “Look, I made it in a heart, like for Valentine’s.  But it’s purple ‘cause it’s not Valentines.”  He beamed up at his mother, offering the heart with pride. “I put glitter on it too… I thought you’d like it.”

Olivia took the heavily decorated card and looked it over, unable to control the grin that lit up her face.  “Noah, thank you, this is so thoughtful.”

“Okay, okay, now read it! On the inside!” Noah jumped up and down, his tone growing urgent.

“Alright, let’s see here…” Olivia opened the card to see I LOVE YOU MOMMY and best Mommy EVER in Noah’s typical crayon scrawl.  “Oh, sweetie, I love you too.”  She pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head—the sentiment “best Mommy ever” would be a silly statement to most parents, but to Olivia, it was worth its weight in gold.  The slightest sting of tears came to her eyes as she held Noah close, knowing he was safe and sound.

Years later, Olivia found her son rifling through the plastic bin that she had deemed his “memory box” in his childhood bedroom.  He was elbow-deep in old school papers and projects, a look of concentration on his face. “Hey,” Olivia said, watching Noah jump with a start.  “Woah, hey, sorry—what’re you looking for?”

Noah glanced away bashfully as he paused in his search.   “Just, uh… that old recording of my first recital?  I wanted to show it to my class; they practically begged to see it.”

“Let me help you, kiddo,” Olivia said, moving to stand beside him.  “Oh, wow, look at all this.”

“You’re the one who saved it for me,” Noah countered, smiling to himself as he carefully stacked more folders and photo albums on the bed.  A smaller shoebox was unearthed, and Noah opened it.  “It’s gotta be in here.”

Olivia gasped.  “Oh, sweetheart,” she said as she reached into the shoebox, “you kept this too?”  It was the purple construction paper heart, slightly worn and creased with age, but the glitter and crayon stayed the same.  “Best Mommy ever; I remember.  The first Mother’s Day card you ever gave me.”

Noah now knew the weight the sentiment carried, pursing his lips and nodding solemnly.  “It’s still true,” he said, leaning on her shoulder. “And always will be.”

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Rollins Week: Carnival/Amusement Park

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30664991

(Note: This is set in/around my fic "Cruel Summer" that I've posted on Ao3. I saw the carnival prompt and knew I had to work it into this somehow. You don't have to read it for context; Amanda's just a teenager living in Loganville here. Happy Rollins Week!)

“Mama, mama, can I please have five dollars?” Kim asked, tugging at her mother’s arm.  “Please?”

“Sure, sweetheart, go get my purse,” Beth Anne said, calling after her younger daughter, “Just be home before late, okay?”

Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” she gasped, glaring at her sister as she passed by.  “She didn’t even tell you what it was for!”

“That’s just ‘cause she didn’t give me any attitude, Amanda Jean,” their mother retorted, glancing up over her magazine.

Amanda had asked earlier in the day for the same amount—Kim was likely planning on going to the same autumn carnival that came to town every year.  “I wasn’t givin’ you attitude; I was just askin’!”

“Well, now you’re givin’ me attitude, aren’t you?”

“I—“ Amanda groaned, running her hands through her hair.  “Nevermind.”

The phone rang, and Amanda picked it up.  “Hello, Rollins house, Amanda speaking…”

“Mandy!” the screech of some teenage girls rang through the phone.  “You comin’ to the carnival?”  It was two of her best friends, Erin and Heather.

“I—I can’t, I gotta… do chores with my mama,” Amanda lied, twirling her finger in the curly phone cord. “Y’all have fun, though.”

“C’mon, Mandy,” Heather’s voice came over the line, “Just come out for a little while, your mama won’t care.”

“Oh, please,” interrupted Erin, who had clearly taken the phone from her friend.  “It’s a friendship emergency, Mandy,” she whispered,” you’re like, obligated t’help make Mel feel better.”

Amanda sighed, shaking her head.  “Oh God, what happened?”

Erin’s voice lowered to a stage whisper, “Tyler dumped her and she’s bein’ all sad and stuff.  She’s got an extra ticket ‘cause she was gonna take him.”

“Shoot.”  Amanda glanced down the hall to the living room, finding her mother fully engrossed in whatever was playing on the television, then to the front door.  If she put on her shoes outside, the sound of her steps down the porch wouldn’t be much louder than the speakers.  “I’ll be over in a minute, count me in.”

Erin’s voice became an excited squeal.  “Thanks, Mandy, see you soon!”

Amanda slipped out the door with little ceremony, taking care to walk on the edges of the stairs on the porch—otherwise, the old boards would creak and alert her mother to her escape. She tied her shoes and grabbed her bike, heading off in the direction of town.

“Hey!” Amanda skidded to a stop, out of breath from how quickly she was pedaling.  “Y’all go on anything yet?”

Melissa’s face suddenly lit up as Amanda appeared, rushing over to hug her best friend.  “Oh my gosh, ‘Manda, I didn’t think you were coming!” Amanda had barely hopped off her bike before Mel’s arms were thrown around her, sending a shock through her system.

They’d hugged just like this so many times before, but this time, Amanda felt the world spin around them.  The universe was frozen in time as they leaned into one another under the glow of the carnival lights.  “I heard about Tyler,” Amanda whispered, holding Melissa a little tighter.  “I’m sorry.”

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Rollins Week: Sharing/Borrowing

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30664877

“Rollins, my office?” Olivia asked, passing by Amanda’s desk in the precinct.  Her tone was clipped—something must’ve gone wrong this morning.

Amanda looked up from her paperwork in confusion and closed a folder, rising to her feet to follow Olivia into her office.  “Sure, Sarge.”  The dull thud of her boots on the squad room floor carried her inside where Olivia was already drawing the blinds.  “Uh, Olivia… everything okay?”  She attempted a comforting smile, cocking her head in curiosity.

Olivia closed the door and turned, giving Amanda a pointed look.  “Amanda, you’re wearing my shirt.  Could you be any less subtle about this?”  She crossed her arms, visibly displeased as her eyes locked on the offending article of clothing.

Amanda blushed, looking down as she realized what she was wearing.  “I—I didn’t see; I just—I got dressed in the dark; I put on the first shirt I could find—” she stammered, running a hand through her hair.  It hadn’t been her intention to embarrass Olivia; if anyone found out they’d been fooling around after hours, they’d both likely end up disciplined for it.  “I didn’t want to wake you up,” she mumbled, tugging at the shirt’s hem.

Olivia sighed as she crossed to stand behind her desk.  “You can turn on the light; that doesn’t wake me,” she lied, shaking her head.

“It does and you know it,” Amanda countered, leaning on the chair opposite Olivia’s desk.  “You woke up last week when I had my flashlight on real bright looking for my bra.  Don’t be a hero on my account.”

“It’s not a big deal, Amanda,” Olivia said, waving her hand to dismiss the thought.  “But I can’t have my detective stealing my clothes—”

“—If you didn’t rip my damn clothes off every time we’re alone,” Amanda interrupted, giving Olivia a pointed look of her own.  “I wouldn’t have to take yours, now, would I?”

“Taking them without my permission; that’s stealing,” Olivia said, leaning on her desk, driving a finger onto the surface to punctuate her point.

“Steal?” Amanda chuckled, cracking a grin at Olivia’s once-over, “You know’m just borrowin’ it.”

“You say that now,” Olivia teased, trailing off as she turned her focus to the knickknacks on her desk, averting her gaze from Amanda’s mischievous smirk.  “They all say that.”

“What; there’s been other girls?  Other—coworkers?” Amanda asked, her eyes glancing around as if she could find the answers herself.  “I’ll give it back, I promise.”

Olivia shrugged and shook her head, her eyes still fixed on her desk.  “Looks better on you anyway.  Now get back out there before someone thinks something’s up.” She nodded toward the door, taking in the view of Amanda in her shirt once more before returning to her work.

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Rollins Week: Cuddling

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30664784

Over the years, the couch in Amanda Rollins’s apartment showed little wear, but somehow felt smaller and smaller with each passing year.  First, it was the addition of Frannie that made scary movie nights a little more comforting.  Then, the couch was replaced—Kim had sold the first.  The delivery process had put Amanda through the wringer; it was on backorder, then it was sent to the wrong apartment… a call from the furniture store was enough to give Amanda a headache.  The replacement was the same model and color, and when it arrived, Amanda collapsed into it with a long-held sigh, her body sinking into the cushions, and Frannie trotted over to lay at her feet.  She’d had little other than hard kitchen chairs to attempt to relax in after work; the couch was the most comfort she’d been afforded in ages.

Next, it was baby Jesse who would lay on the cushion opposite of Amanda, either curled up with Frannie to watch public broadcasting cartoons or listening to her mother read “Goodnight Moon” before bed.  It was the piece of furniture Jesse pulled herself up on to take her first steps toward her mother’s waiting arms, and now it was her favorite thing to launch herself from to simulate Supergirl’s flight, much to her mother’s dismay.  The ample number of throw blankets and pillows allowed for all kinds of adventures to be had on one piece of furniture—the couch became prime real estate for blanket forts, pirate ships, tall towers in faraway magical lands, or a sunning rock in a mermaid lagoon.

With the latest addition to the family, this was where they gathered together—a central spot in the apartment that they cozied up on every evening Amanda could manage to be home early. These were the nights Amanda treasured more than anything.  A mother could rarely ask for anything more than the knowledge of where her girls were and that they were safe, happy, and well fed.  Here, they would watch Jesse’s favorite movie of the week or attempt to fit everyone in the frame of a FaceTime call to grandmama.  Sometimes, they even eschewed the kitchen table and elected to eat dinner on the couch, obscuring the coffee table with boxes of pizza and garlic knots with sippy cups and bottles for the girls and a glass of wine for Amanda.  This was now her ideal Friday night—a far cry from the wilder days of her past, but she wouldn’t change it for a thing.

This time, it was Sunday, Amanda’s day off, and they had all managed to fall asleep to the quiet drone of the television after lunch.  Amanda’s eyes opened slowly to the afternoon sun peeking out from behind the curtains. There they were, all together—Billie had fallen asleep on her chest; Frannie was snugly tucked into the corner of the cushion and the arm rest, and Jesse used the pup as a pillow.  This was bliss—surrounded by her girls in a moment of tranquility.  Times like this were rare in a house with two little girls and a dog, but against all odds, here it was.  The soft snuffles of their breathing made Amanda’s heart melt in a three-part harmony, and she closed her eyes, savoring in the collective warmth and comfort of her little family around her—if she held her breath and concentrated, could she make time slow to a stop?  It wasn’t long before she slipped back into sleep, cradled in the soft embrace of the couch.

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WSVU Week 2021: Heartbreak

The last time she’d spent more than a day without Elliot was when he was on tour in Desert Storm. Ever since then, not a day had gone by without them seeing one another.  She knew he had long hours; she always did her best to be understanding—and with her, he could do no wrong.  It was a different story with the kids.  At first, it was perfectly excusable; he was working more and on tougher cases; of course he’d be away from home.  It never bothered her until today.

“You know, Ms. Stabler,” started Sister Mary Elizabeth, there’s a group for single mothers that meets here on—”

“Oh, I’m married—uh—Elliot, he just… he works a lot.  He’s a detective in Manhattan.”  Kathy’s smile was tight as she took Lizzie and Dickie from the school playground. “Say goodbye, you two.”

The well-intentioned words of the sister began to swirl in her mind.  Had she really given the impression that she was a single parent? Elliot certainly wasn’t jumping at the chance to pick the kids up from school… but it wasn’t his fault.  Elliot’s absences and failings—if Kathy even deemed them as such—had become more frequent.  Maureen’s college application fees; the twins’ birthday; Kathleen’s piano recital—and that was just the kids.  They’d been married for the better part of twenty years, but they certainly hadn’t been acting like it.

Her mind drifted back to the memories of their wedding.  They were a couple of kids trying to hurry along the inevitable.  She’d tearfully confessed her pregnancy over the phone only a week prior.  They worked together tirelessly to give their kids the future they deserved, not once stopping to consider one another.  It was that good old fashioned Catholic guilt that had been drilled into them from the very beginning; this was their penance to pay for their reckless teenage decisions at that fateful college party back in 1984.  He was the reason she wasn’t disowned by her father; he was the reason she was able to stay afloat despite becoming a mother well before her 20th birthday.

She would take Maureen to the park, and the nannies and au pairs would ask about the little girl’s father. “Oh, he’s just working,” Kathy would chirp back, initially unaware of the pitying stares she’d garnered as the only teen mother at the playground.  It was always “he’s working,” never “here he is; this is my husband.”  Eventually, she and Maureen went to a different park when the looks and offers of brothers’, cousins’, or sons’ phone numbers became too much to bear.

“Mommy, are you crying?” Lizzie asked from the backseat, a frown on her usually sunny face.  “What’s wrong?”

Kathy blinked, realizing she’d worked herself up to the point of tears.  “Oh—sweetheart, Mommy’s fine,” she said, sighing as she settled back into the driver’s seat.  “Did you do anything fun at school today?”

Dickie piped up, “Oh! Oh, Mommy, I played four square at recess and I beat Michael!  And Joel, too!”

Lizzie scoffed at her twin’s sudden outburst.  “Well, I played tea party with Sarah and Jess.”

“Tea parties are lame!” Dickie retorted.

Lizzie crossed her arms and turned to her brother.  “Four square is lame!”

Kathy sighed and shook her head, letting the trivial squabble of her youngest two bring her back down to Earth.  The house was already buzzing with activity as they arrived home—Kathleen was working on homework in the kitchen; Maureen had arrived home to spend the weekend with her family…  Having the kids in the house was a welcome distraction; they created a flurry of activity between homework questions and dinner preparations.  Just another way to fill the vacancy left by Elliot.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Life with four kids never gave Kathy time to consider her own loneliness.

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WSVU Week: Undercover/Only One Bed

“At least they set us up in a nicer hotel,” Amanda said, shutting the door behind herself and Olivia.

“It makes up for the fact that we have to pretend to be scum of the earth for the next twenty four hours.” Olivia dropped her overnight bag on the bed and began to unpack.  “I hate having to wear this kind of clothes; I feel tacky.”

“It’s alright, we’ll be tacky together,” Amanda laughed, then stopped short on her way to the bed—“Wait, they didn’t get us a double?”

“They figured it would make us as cops,” Olivia said, shrugging.  “In the event we end up bringing any of the suspects here.”

Amanda grimaced, her nose wrinkling.  “I hope it doesn’t go that far,” she grumbled, starting to unpack her bag. “You want the top drawer, then?” She opened the lower of the two, placing in some pants before she grabbed some hangers from the closet.

Olivia raised an eyebrow as she saw a sequined dress in Amanda’s hand.  “Sure, I can take the top drawer.”

Amanda turned back to retrieve a couple more cocktail dresses from her bag, “Oh—breaking out the leather pants again, huh?”  She snickered, nodding toward the pair in Olivia’s hands.

“I don’t get a lot of opportunities to wear them,” the brunette said, chuckling as the pants found their place in the drawer.

“I haven’t seen those since that time at the Super Bowl, I think,” Amanda teased, nudging Olivia slightly. “What was her name again?  Becky or somethin’?”

Olivia’s eyes twinkled playfully.  “Her name was Bethany, and you’re right; I don’t think I’ve worn them since.”

“You know,” Amanda chuckled, “we haven’t done this in a while.”  She dug around in her bag, continuing to unpack.

“Done what?” Olivia asked, passing by on her way to set up some more of her personal effects in the bathroom.  “Gone undercover?”

Amanda stood, having fished her phone charger from her duffel.  “Yeah, but… going UC as a couple, too.  It’s not just your pants making repeat appearances.”

Olivia emerged from the bathroom, the slightest of smirks on her lips.  “You’re… not wrong.”  She sat down on the bed, heaving out a sigh.  “If things get rough in there, I’ve got you, okay?  If you need to tap out for any reason, say the word.”

“I’ll be fine, Liv,” Amanda reassured her, kicking off her shoes before lying back on the bed beside her. “We’re not there to gamble, we’re there to find out anything about the girl we found.”

“Okay then,” Olivia said, nodding decisively.  “Should we run through the basics again?” she asked, brushing her hair back into a tight bun.

Amanda grinned, jumping up to take her sizeable makeup bag to the bathroom.  “I think I know what I’m doing, Liv.”

“And what exactly are you doing, detective?” Olivia quipped, raising an eyebrow as she watched Amanda pass by.

“Right this second?” Amanda said, poking her head out with an eyeshadow palette in hand, “Coating myself in enough glitter to make a unicorn jealous.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “This is why I don’t do honey traps anymore.  Too much effort.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Olivia and Amanda are going undercover at a hotel with an underground casino.

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WSVU Week: Figure Skating AU

The two stars of Team Donnelly watched as other skaters performed, quietly swapping comments back and forth as they warmed up before their group went out to skate.  Another girl from their team, Kim Greylek, was out on the ice, the skirt of her costume flowing in the wind as she flew by.  Her performance was broadcast onto monitors in the warm up area, and Alex nudged Casey.  “You see what she’s doing, right?” the blonde asked, gesturing to the screen.

Casey snickered and raised an eyebrow.  “What? She’s not doing anything—I haven’t seen her even do a triple yet.”

“Exactly,” Alex said, pursing her lips as she nodded.  “I think Petrovsky back-loaded her program for better scores.”

The realization hit Casey, and her jaw dropped.  “Oh my God, you can’t be serious—” she whispered, her brows knitting together, “she can’t do that, can she?”

Alex took a deep breath and set her jaw, trying her best to not look like she was seething.  “She can.”

Historically, Alex and Casey were neck and neck since they’d begun competing at the national level, swapping gold or silver at nearly every competition.  Their scoring margins had grown closer and closer with each passing month, once only separated by 1.41 points… but with Kim’s sudden jump to the top spot, it seemed their reign of the podium could be over.

“So… what are you going to do?” Casey asked, chewing her lip.

Alex swallowed hard. “I’m going to skate a perfect program,” she murmured, pulling at a resistance band furiously.  And I’m going to make her regret trying that, she thought.

They were soon unleashed onto the ice with the rest of their group, waving to the crowds as their on-ice warm up began.  Alex and Casey zipped around the rink, demonstrating their speed as they practiced their jumps.  The warm up soon concluded, and the skaters made their way back off the ice to wait for their performances.

“Skating for the United States of America, Casey Novak!” the announcer’s voice rang out, and Casey couldn’t hold back her smile, hearing the swell of cheers from the crowd.  All she wanted was to prove she was as deserving of a spot on the Olympic team, and now was her chance; this was all she’d worked for since she was able to lace up her own skates.  The national stage was no longer daunting; if she managed a clean skate, she could easily become a world champion.

The arena fell silent, and Casey stopped at the center of the ice, posing to begin her performance. She felt her skates gliding over the ice, carrying her into her first jump, and she found herself aloft, frozen in time on her triple combo, her heart leaping into her throat.  She landed the second jump—a double toeloop—and the crowd erupted in cheers, but they hadn’t seen anything yet.  The wicked grin on her face only grew as she moved through her program, flying past the judges into another triple axel.  Everything was going according to plan; this was shaping up to be a clean skate, and there were only a couple more elements to complete until her score would surpass Kim’s.  She gained more momentum for her final jumps, but her eyes were drawn to a red jacket on the outside of the ice.  Alex—the only girl who could stand between her and a gold medal.

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Team Donnelly's top two skaters are threatened--will they be able to perform under pressure for the title of World Champion?

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WSVU Week 2021: Under the Influence/Kat is Olivia’s Daughter

“You know—really, Kat, you’re like a daughter to me.”  Olivia leaned on the bar at Forlini’s, resting her chin in her hand.  “I—I’m old enough to be your mother, aren’t I?”

“Captain, you’re not,” Kat giggled out, finishing her third beer, “no way could you be my mom.”

“Rollins!  Rollins,” Olivia reached for the blonde as she walked in, “Tell—tell Kat I could be your mother.”  She sipped her drink and raised an eyebrow.  “Go on, tell her.”

“My—I think you mean hers, and you’re not that old, Liv,” Amanda sighed, shaking her head.  “You’re feelin’ it, huh?”  She grinned, settling on the stool beside her friends.

“Sure are, Amanda,” Kat said, nodding appreciatively to the bartender for her next beer.  “Found Cap sitting here alone; thought I’d keep her company.”

Amanda ordered her drink and watched Olivia nurse her own.  “Liv, are you gonna make it home alright?”  Olivia didn’t normally get like this; she’d seemed fine that afternoon at the precinct.  This was completely out of the blue.

“I’m—yeah, the train’ll be fine…” Olivia blinked slowly as a blissful smile crept onto her face.  “You two worry too much, I’m a big girl.”  She rested her chin in her hand again, drumming her fingers idly on her cheek.  “I’ll be here.”

“Well, big girl, we have every right to be worried about you,” Kat shot back, putting a hand on Olivia’s shoulder.  “C’mon, we’re gonna take you home.  Together.”

“Seriously?” Olivia laughed, swaying slightly as she straightened.  “If you’re so worried, I’ll… I’ll just go; it’s fine…” she mumbled, attempting to get to her feet.  “Oh… wow.”

“Oh, no ma’am,” Amanda said, chuckling, “we’re going with you.  You’re in no shape to be going anywhere by yourself.  Get some water; we’ll leave soon.”

Kat paid both Olivia’s tab and her own, and the trio was on their way to the next train stop they could find.  “Liv, where’s your MetroCard?  In your wallet?” Amanda asked as they approached the turnstiles.

“Yeah,” Olivia sighed, fishing in her coat pocket.  “It’s… yeah, in here somewhere.”  She produced the wallet with a cheer, grinning.  “See?  I told you I’m fine.”

Amanda nodded and glanced over to Kat.  “I swear this isn’t, like, a regular thing.  She never gets like this.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Kat said, nodding.  “You know where she lives?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.  She knew the squad always called each other “family,” but she hadn’t realized they’d meant it.

“Yeah, um, for safety.” Amanda shrugged and looked down the tracks.  “And, uh, sometimes her nanny watches Jess and Billie.”

They lucked out soon after and found a train with open seats, collapsing into them together. Olivia wrapped her arms around Amanda and Kat, pulling them close.  “You two… mean so much to me.  You know?” Her head lolled to the side, and she grinned at Amanda, “I never had any sisters.”  She turned to Kat with the same smile.  “I got sisters with you two.  And nobody fucks with my family.”

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Olivia, Kat, and Amanda walk into a bar. At separate times. It's WSVU week; let's have fun with it!

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WSVU Week: Newfound/Unexpected Friendship

“Rollins, I need someone to sit on the suspect’s apartment—and you’re going to take Kat with you,” Olivia said, giving Amanda a nod.  “We’ll be there soon with a warrant.”

“Copy that, Cap,” Amanda sighed, fishing the keys from her desk drawer.  “You okay with me driving?” she asked, turning to Kat as she held up the keys, “Speak now or you don’t get to backseat drive.”

“I’ll survive,” Kat said, snickering as she pulled on her jacket, “Let’s go.”

The car ride was quiet at first; there was no radio chatter of note.  “You mind putting on some music or something?  I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna be a boring stakeout.”  Kat nodded, turning through the various stations on the radio before Amanda reached over, holding up a hand.  “Stop, stop—this one’s good.”

They’d landed on a top forty station; a newer rap hit was playing.  “You—okay, Rollins, I wasn’t expecting that,” Kat teased, giving the blonde a nudge over the console.  “Didn’t think you liked Megan or Cardi.”

“What, you think I sit around listening to Johnny Cash all day?” Amanda smirked, shaking her head. “I like all kinds of music; it’s more fun to like a lot of different things.”

“I hear you,” Kat said as the car slowed to a stop on the street.  “Oh—we’re here?  Wow, Carisi wasn’t kidding, you are fast.”

Amanda threw the car into park and settled back in her seat.  “And now, we hurry up and wait.”  She stared at the apartment building as the radio played on, drumming her hands idly on the steering wheel along with the beat.

Kat nodded along, mumbling the lyrics under her breath.  She knew this song all too well; it had been on the charts for the better part of a month now.

They sat like this, side by side, deep in their wheel-and-whisper rap cover as they stared straight ahead, grinning to themselves at how easily it flowed.  They swayed side to side almost involuntarily, simply living in this moment.  An instrumental came through, signaling the end of the song, and they both chuckled, exchanging sideways glances and smiles.  “You know,” Kat said, “I think I’m gonna start asking Cap to put us in the same car more often.”

“I wouldn’t be mad about it,” Amanda said with a smirk.  “You knew that too well for your own good.”

Kat’s laugh was almost more of a bark as she blushed, her gaze fixed to the apartment building. “Shut up; it’s just on the radio all the time.  You think he’s gonna show up?” she asked, turning back toward Amanda.

Amanda scoffed, rolling her eyes.  “Doubt it. We’re just gonna have to wait for the warrant.”