yes, we are going there - what have i done 😭 no plot, really. just a moment.
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The last thing Nick had expected to find when walking back into the SVU bullpen was you; and yet, here he was, eyes fixed on you as his strides quickened. He notices Fin’s smirk that finds itself aimed his way as he weaves his way between Amanda and Liv to get to you, but he ignores it.
He lets his gaze drag itself over your form, head down on his desk, the lamp on his desk casting a soft glow around your features; the extra suit jacket he leaves hanging on the back of his chair draped over your shoulders. You have a laptop open in front of you, a case file and note pad within reach, all topped off by an uncapped pen lying caged between your curled fingers. He sees the pair of heels which you had shed, one standing, one lying on its side peeking out from under his desk. A dip of his gaze reveals the deep green of the dress which you had on, one of his favourite dresses on you - one that he knew you had worn in to work today in anticipation of Friday having supposed to be date night.
Nick slows his pace as he approaches you, content in the few seconds to allow himself to watch the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders. The sight stirs a mix of emotions in his chest - the swell of emotion that came rushing in whenever he set his eyes on you, and a heavy tinge of guilt. Guilt that he had to cancel the first date night you both had managed to plan after weeks of clashing schedules, guilt that you taken it so well, and guilt that you had somehow found your way here, to the SVU bullpen so that you could both head home together.
Nick drops to a knee, bringing himself to eye level with your face. He raises his hand to cup the side of your face gently. His touch on your skin is light, soft, but it makes you stir immediately.
“Hey,” Nick’s voice grounds you as you let your mind grind to a start, your surroundings shifting into focus. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought we could go home together,” your lips furl up into a gentle smile, voice soft, your eyes, still hazy with sleep, locked onto Nick’s. You forget your bearings for a moment until you hear a cough from behind Nick as various footsteps shuffle into the bullpen. You straighten up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes, legs stretching out beneath you as you offer a wave to the rest of the team trudging in.
“An ADA slumming it at Amaro’s desk?” Fin muses, voice joking and light.
“What would Barba say,” Munch follows, expression deadpan.
“Unbecoming isn’t it?” Liv continues with a quirk of one end of her lip.
“What can I say,” you play along, “not all of us have Barba’s flair.”
“Clearly,” Amanda states, looking pointedly at Nick which earns a series of chuckles from the rest of the team and yourself.
“Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves a hand in the air dismissively, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. You tilt your body downward slightly, hands reaching for your discarded heels. Nick notices and he is back on a knee in one fluid motion.
“Nick,” you protest as he places a hand along your calf, his other propping your heel up, helping you back into your heels. You hazard a glance behind your boyfriend, only to find the rest of the team, tactfully busying themselves with their desks. “I’m not Cinderalla,” you state, but with no real protest as you let him guide your other heel back on.
“I’m not your Prince Charming?” He teases, not caring who else heard, giving your calf a gentle squeeze before winking at you and straightening back into a stand.
“I’ll get back to you on that,” you pull a face as you turn to gather your belongings, making quick work of shoving them into your bag with Nick’s help.
“Way to hurt a man,” he places a hand on his chest as you shrug his spare jacket off your shoulders; Nick takes it from you, hanging it back on his chair.
“She could hurt you more” Fin cuts in again with a sing-song voice. It makes you chuckle, as you catch a wink Amanda throws in your direction.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be Detective Tutuola,” Nick asks all while shrugging off the jacket on his shoulders to place it over yours, letting it hang off your frame. He flicks off the light switch on his desk and picks your bag up.
“If I say no, will you let me tag along?”
Your yes comes at the same time as Nick’s absolutely not, and it earns you another series of chuckles around the room.
“Don’t call me till Monday,” Nick calls out, while threading his fingers through yours as he starts to guide you towards the lift. You barely manage to call out a goodbye, before the lift doors shut on you both.
“I didn’t-” your protest is cut short by Nick’s lips on yours, his free hand circling your waist, going over the fabric of his jacket on your shoulders. You let yourself sink into the kiss, hand sliding up his shoulder and behind his neck as the lift descends to the parking garage.
“I’m sorry I had to cancel today,” he says, forehead resting against yours as he breaks the kiss. His eyes are closed, but you flicker yours open as you run your hand from the back of his neck to cup the side of his jaw.
“You have nothing to apologise for Detective Amaro,” you end with the professional term of address in attempt to diffuse some of the guilt you see in his eyes. “Work,” you continue with a light shrug - Nick was a victim of you cancelling on him as well, and you understood.
“I was really looking forward to tonight,” he says, still apologetic as he finally opens his eyes while leaning his face into your palm.
“I can think of a few ways you can spend the rest of the weekend making it up to me,” you say, dropping your voice to a lower, almost sultry tone as you lean into him, pressing the front of your body into his. Nick responds by pulling you in closer, his hand dipping down the hem of his jacket on your shoulders to slide down onto the curve of your ass.
“Take me home Detective Amaro,” you say as the lift door dings open.
“Your wish is my command,” Nick says in response, taking the opportunity to sear another quick kiss onto your lips before tugging you out of the lift.
There was blood smeared on your pretty features, that was the first thing Nick noticed when your image came through the live stream.
The instant Nick laid eyes upon your dishevelled frame he hadn't been able to tear his gaze away. His nostrils flared in outrage; his fists clenched so tightly that the skin stretched over knuckles turning them white. The right side of your face was swelling slightly from the yellow and green bruising that marred your features, your left eye was bloodshot from where it looked like someone had punched you.
You weren’t looking at the camera, your expression was defiant, jaw sticking out. Your arms were pulled behind your back, thrusting your modest chest forward. Nick could only guess that your hands were bound behind your back. You were on your knees struggling to keep your balance as you wavered from side to side disorientated.
"Look at the camera."
Hearing that deep rich voice sent a flash of rage sparking through Nick's consciousness. He growled indignantly. You let out a sharp cry as an horrendous crack erupted through the air as that large scarred hand lashed out and slapped your face. The force of the blow twisted your head, leaving you spitting blood onto the floor.
"I told you to look at the camera." That cold voice snapped again.
"Go fuck yourself ." You snapped.
The hand reached out again cupping your chin between brutal fingers. Nick could see them digging into your tender flesh as your head was yanked to face the camera. Nick was snarling, his face contorting in vengeful fury as the camera zoomed in on your disgruntled features. He understood the best way to process this situation was to disconnect, but it was easier said than done.
Agnew's worn face appeared in the view of the camera as his fingers snaked through your hair, gripping it in one hand and tilting your head back until you hissed. The other man's eyes were red rimmed and out of focus, in the days he had been away he had forgone shaving. Sweat dripped down his brow as he turned an almost maniacal grin to the camera. You ground your teeth as his grasp tightened. He was standing behind you now, watching as your chest heaved with exertion.
"He's on something." Fin murmured.
Drugs...
Drugs didn't change what was happening right now and Nick wasn't going to tolerate that as an excuse. What that man was doing to you made him want to tear something apart. There was a sickening, convulsive urge to break something, fury rushing through his veins. He would tear Agnew to pieces with his bare hands for what he was doing to you. He would destroy every bone in his body.
"Detective Amaro,” Agnew spoke into the camera, his eyes boring into Nick’s. “I hope you’re watching."
His palm came to rest upon your shoulder, fingers creeping past your collarbone in a gesture that Nick found disturbingly intimate. His fingertips undid the top button of your blouse and then another, causing the white fabric to open, revealing your cleavage.
"You don't want to see this, Nick; it will do no good." Olivia murmured, her hand rubbing up and down her friend's arm in a bid to comfort him.
A vehement growl emitted low in Nick's throat, it was primal and savage. The urge to protect you was overpowering and the fact he was forced to watch this debacle was making his blood boil with fire and molten hot fury.
"She’s pretty." Agnew said as he undid another button. “You know what I do to pretty girls.”
Nick felt that surge of ferociousness completely encumbered his body, he was going to kill Agnew for this. His fingertips trailed along the line of your white cotton bra. Your jaw tightened, you swallowed hard and closed your eyes as he caressed the swell of your breast. Nick understood what you were trying to do, it was an attempt to distance yourself from the situation, to maintain some semblance of calm. Agnew got off on the panic, he fed on it, drinking it in until he was done playing with his victims, until they were broken and catatonic.
His fingers twisted in your hair, wrenching your head to one side. You clamped your mouth, lips pursed together as he leaned into you, his breath ghosting across your ear as his gaze fixed on Nick through the camera.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
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“You look beautiful, stop worrying.” Rollins assured you, fixing your veil slightly as you waited on the other side of the doors of the wedding venue.
“I’m not worried. I just want everything to be perfect.” you replied, smoothing out your dress and taking a deep breath. You were only going to marry the love of your life once, it had to be perfect. “When do we go?” You asked. Olivia came to your side smiling reassuringly.
“Soon. First the wedding party has to walk down the aisle, then the flower girl, and last but not least, you.” You nodded. You knew what order everything happened in, you’d been there for the rehearsal dinner, but it felt reassuring to hear it again.
“Okay.” You nodded, taking another deep breath before smiling slightly, “Okay.” Liv patted your arm and from the other side of the big doors you heard music start to play. Olivia went first with Sonny’s best man, she waved at you before she went and you smiled in return. Rollins was next, then a few of your college friends. Finally it was your turn to go, right behind the flower girl, Zara. Music swelled as you entered the room all your friends and family sat in, all eyes were on you. But you were only looking at the man you were marrying. You took a deep breath and smiled properly for the first time that day; suddenly all the stress of the day was worth it. You were marrying the love of your life.
The song you picked together rang out clearly on the piano, accompanied by a violin and bass. Nick was right, it was a good choice. One of the first songs you had ever danced to with each other in his living room after one of your first official dates. Nick was watching you as you came towards him, your eyes locked.
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Nick saw you start down the aisle and he could have fainted. You looked more beautiful than the day he met you on your first day at the precinct. He remembered it like it was yesterday, how his breath had caught in his throat when he saw you. If he were a different man he may have called it love at first sight. But Nick knew love didn’t work like that, it had to be nurtured and grown. Together. And that’s what you had done as a couple, and what you would continue to do as husband and wife.
He felt tears prickle in his eyes as you made it to the altar, smiling up at him. He wanted to grab you and kiss you before the priest even got a word in edgewise. But he managed to control himself, he could kiss you plenty later. But he needed contact so he reached a hand out to you, taking yours in his and squeezing as the ceremony began.
You remained holding hands and Nick melted under the adoring gaze you were giving him. When it was Nick’s turn to say his vows he squeezed your hand again before letting go to take a piece of paper from his suit jacket.
“Mi Amor,” He started, looking at you. Suddenly everything he wrote down didn’t feel like it was enough for you. “I wish,” He started, lowering his paper, “I wish I had the words to express to you how much I love you, and how lucky I feel every single day being your man. But nothing comes close to describing how I feel. You have done more for me then you can ever know, being your man has made me a better man. You’ve taught me so much about myself and about love and I will spend the rest of our lives thanking you for it.” He paused again and smiled down at you, with your watery eyes. “Don’t cry, amor. You’ll ruin your makeup.” He teased lightly and you grinned wider, wiping away a stray tear. “And I’ve gone a little off book here but.. I wrote down a poem and I still want to read it to you.”
Nick took your hands again in one of his, and held the paper in his free hand, clearing his throat.
“ Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover. ” By the end you were properly crying, and Nick couldn’t see it because his eyes were only on you, but several other people in the audience shed their own tears at his words.
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You learned into the crook of Nick’s arm, cuddling up to him as you looked over the reception at the people you both loved; mingling and having fun. The wedding was beautiful. It was everything you had dreamed about as a little girl. The flowers were bright and fresh and the lighting was muted, bathing everything in a soft glow.
Zara came running up to the two of you, hopped up on cake and good times and climbed into her fathers lap.
“Daddy, Uncle Munch said we can go visit him in the summer!” She announced happily, grasping her dad’s face in her little hands as she grinned up at him. Nick tickled her side and she fell over, before scooting into your lap to get away from him.
“Did Uncle Munch say that?” He asked, rolling his eyes fondly.
“Then I guess it’s true,” You added, brushing some hair from Zara’s face as you held her in your lap. “Your daddy has plenty of vacation time, and I’m sure he would love that.” Nick put his arm back around the both of you and pulled you all in close.
“Great, now you’re conspiring together? I should have known.”
“We’ve been conspiracy-ing dad.” Zara informed him and you both laughed. She was quiet for a minute before looking at her dad, “Does this mean I have two mommies now?” That was the question you had been secretly dreading. Zara was old enough to understand that you were her dad’s new wife. You had been worrying yourself sick at the idea that she would resent you over it, over taking her dad away from her mom. But for now all seemed alright.
“That’s up to you, sweetie. You and y/n. She’s my wife, and your mom will always be your mommy. But y/n loves you very very much. Do you understand that?” He tried explaining, and you smiled at the two of them, feeling nervous energy in your stomach. What if she said she didn’t want you?” Zara tossed her arms around your neck and hugged you.
“I understand.” She assured.
“You don’t need to decide now sweetie, you can call me whatever you want.” You smiled, pressing your chin to the top of her head as she continued to hug you. It was getting late.
“Mommy is my mom.” She stated, and you felt yourself deflate a little bit.
“Of course,”
“So you can be my mama.” Nick was beaming at the two of you, before getting up quickly.
“Don’t move you two, I want the photographer to come get some shots before Zara finds the dessert table again. You watched him go, continuing to rock the girl in your arms. Your family. Your stepdaughter. With the amount of love you had in your heart for her, she might as well be your own flesh and blood.
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Nick got caught up talking to an old friend on his way to finding the photographer. He wanted pictures of the two of you, as many as he could get. He was beyond happy at how accepting Zara was being, and how kind and loving you were to her. You’d met plenty of times, you and Nick had been together years now. But things were different now.
He continued to try and listen to the man talking to him but he kept glancing over at the two of you, sitting there together. Cuddling, laughing, getting along perfectly. It was the happiest he had been since maybe Zara’s birth. Today was the first day of the rest of your lives together. And it was perfect.
you are sitting in your sex chair, where you have sex. this is actually just the chair at your office desk in the middle of the squad room. you sit next to that ugly bitch, Amanda Rollins. she got so much less dick than you. you know this because ice t, rollins’s only friend, told you so.
anyway, the rest of the squad was out solving a sex crime, while you were having sex with ice t. you made eye contact with that ugly fucking prude as ice t railed you in your sex chair. rollins was visibly uncomfortable, because she’s a prude and also because you were moaning loudly.
it was 10 am on a Tuesday.
I forgot to mention ice t’s husband, munch, recently fucking died. he was an OLD OLD man and had to be placed on hospice. you also fucked munch while he was on hospice. we had to give him viagra for that. since ice t is grieving, he needs someone to rail, and he is crying as he fucks you in front of rollins.
that ugly bitch is doing paperwork. or maybe not. she was probably trying to sext that gay bitch, carisi. we all knew he wasn’t interested, because her pu$$y tastes like dirt and everyone knows it because ice t told everyone (a/n: she confided this in him once).
anyway, you were having lots of sex. as a result, you let a criminal go. you were too busy with your sex chair to care that chief Dodds was committing the crime of bestiality all over the tristate area.
Olivia benson walked by your desk, and you shoved your fingers, pointy fake nails and all, up her pu$$y. she moaned loudly, then walked away. Amanda rollins rolled her nasty prude eyes.
A hum left your lips as you looked up at Nick from across the table. It was your anniversary and Nick wanted tonight to be the best night of your lives. He found the dress you were wearing in the back of the closet. You bought it years ago but never wore it so Nick thought it would be a great outfit for dinner.
Nick wanted the night to be special, picking one of the nicest restaurants in the city to treat you to. Only the best for his wife. When you two arrived and gave your name for the reservation, you were instantly sat at a lovely table. Nick had already ordered wine for you guys, a bottle to split, as you glanced over the menu.
“Nick, are you sure about this place? It’s really expensive…” You spoke said. When you found the wine selection, your eyes widened when you realized Nick had ordered a 200 dollar bottle of wine.
“It’s fine. I got a bonus this week. Trust me.” Nick smiled as he grabbed your hand and gave it a little squeeze. You nodded slowly as you let out a sigh.
The date was perfect. You and Nick both ordering the three course meal and getting different foods so you both could try. By the time dessert came around, you were stuffed. You stared at the cheesecake you ordered and the berry upside down cake Nick had ordered.
“I don’t think I can eat it. I’m… so full…” You commented as Nick chuckled softly.
“I have an idea… we sneak off to the bathroom for a few minutes… work this off and come back to it.” Nick suggested. Your face turned a pink shade as you knew exactly what he meant.
“We’re in public! At a very fancy and expensive restaurant. I might want to come back here one day.” You said. Nick rolled his eyes and stood up. You hesitated but grabbed his hand and followed him.
“We’ll be fine. It’s only going to be a few minutes.” Nick smirked. He lead you off to the men’s room, went in and instantly found a stall. Locking it, you got to quick work removing his slacks and briefs.
“If we get caught, this is all your fault.” You said as you lifted the bottom of your dress up. Nick pushed you against the side of the stall and pushed your panties to the side.
“It’ll be worth it.” Nick whispered as he pressed his lips against yours and pushing pushed himself into you. He grabbed your leg and slowly picked it up and held it against him as he quickly began to thrust into you.
Description: Here are some sleepy babies! Headcanons on how Barba, Carisi, Amaro, and Dodds sleep alone and with partners.
Word Count:852
Notes: Gender Neutral
Barba:
Rafael always goes to bed late, as exhausted as he is he needs time to wind down. Once he’s asleep he sleeps like a rock; waking up in the same place he fell asleep. Though more often than not he needs a little bit of scotch to get him to get him there. If he’s having a particularly hard time getting to sleep he’ll lie awake in bed with the tv on. Watching shows he’s seen a thousand times before, they’re a comfort to him. His doctor gave him a prescription for ambien months ago, but he can’t bring himself to take it.
If he’s sleeping with a partner he finds it harder to fall asleep. Cuddling can be awkward since he’s used to spending most of his nights alone. He’s a side sleeper and cannot for the life of him understand how anyone sleeps on their back. But he will endure sleeping on his back if it means his partner will rest their head on his chest. When he’s feeling more vulnerable he’ll rest his head on their chest. Rafael feels guilty if his inability to sleep keeps his partner up, and sometimes he’d prefer to sleep alone. Though the lingering scent of his partners shampoo on his pillow case makes it all worth it.
Barba needs at least two pillows, and a light blanket to get comfortable. But once he’s comfortable and asleep the pillows and blanket could disappear and he wouldn’t even notice, save for having a sore neck and back in the morning.
Carisi:
Sonny is a starfish sleeper, he’s most comfortable when all four of his lanky limbs are spread out to all corners of the mattress. He sleeps most comfortably on his back or his stomach. Most nights he falls asleep on the couch after he eats before dragging himself to bed. He doesn’t sleep lightly, but he’s not a heavy sleeper either. Sonny will sleep through dogs barking, or people talking, but as soon as he hears his phone ring, he’s wide awake.
Sleeping with a partner is Sonny’s favorite way to sleep. He likes to be the big spoon, cuddling up to them as close as he physically can. The warmth of another person there with him lulls him to sleep. If he’s alone, he has nightmares, but the weight of another person by his side makes him feel safe. Much to his partners dismay, he’s a wigglier. Usually starting the night on one side of the bed and somehow waking up on the other.
He sleeps with one pillow, but folds it in all possible ways, as a result all of his pillows are lopsided and usually falling out of their cases. Blanket cocoons are his go to sleep state, and he will steal the blankets from his partner to create one, not knowingly of course.
Amaro:
Nick is a light sleeper, always on red alert. He checks every door and window before he goes to bed, and then says a prayer for his children. It probably doesn’t help with his insomnia but he lays in the darkness most nights waiting for sleep to take him. Staring blankly at the aggressive red glow of the digital alarm clock on his dresser.
With a partner he doesn’t sleep much easier. He stays up and reads a book until they fall asleep, then takes his position as protector for the night. As the big spoon he wraps his strong arms around them and holds them close, fearing, however irrationally, that if he lets go they will disappear into the night. On the rare occasion his partner is awake and he is asleep they’ll notice him lightly snoring, getting louder and louder the longer he sleeps. Sometimes he’s loud enough to wake himself up. He’ll always deny it.
Though he doesn’t sleep much or well, he likes to sleep like a king; with as many pillows as possible. And at least three soft blankets that he kicks off during the night because he gets hot.
Dodds:
Mike is a heavy sleeper, and his blood runs hot. Even if he sleeps with the windows open and fans on, he’ll wake up sweating. His sleep schedule is militant, he goes to bed early and wakes up early. He can sleep through just about anything; earthquakes, fire alarms, you name it, Mike can probably sleep through it.
Partner sleep brings him peace, even if they disrupt his schedule. He likes having the company, knowing someone will be there when he wakes up, even if he leaves for the gym before they get a chance to say good morning. Since he’s always hot when he sleeps he prefers sleeping with as little clothes as possible. If he and his partner start the night cuddled close Mike will eventually roll away to cool off.
He prefers to sleep with socks on and blankets off. Sleeping with socks off would probably make him a hell of a lot cooler, but it just doesn’t feel right. He also always has a pillow tucked between his thighs to help with his lower back pain.
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This one is really short but I’m excited to finally post this! I’ve had exam after exam these past couple of weeks so I had like no time to even write. This is definitely going to be a 3-4 part story (which I did not intend but I got too into the story) so please ask if you would like to be tagged! Enjoy!
PART 2
“Do you see him in the crowd, Rollins?” Benson’s voice echoes through the detective’s ear. The Lieutenant watches the crowd from a small screen in a van parked down the street, the cameras planted in the corners of the club. She watches as Amanda continues her provocative dancing on the table farthest away from the camera shown on her current screen. Rollins does one last look over the crowd before turning to detective Amaro, who was watching from a distance, and shakes her head.
Amanda reaches her hands out for one of her many admirers from below to grab and escort her back onto the floor. She was out of breath and exhausted, she just wanted this case to be over already. When she steadied herself, she looked towards her coworker, Amaro, only to find him searching the crowd quizzically. His brows were knitted together as he stood on his toes to have a better view. She assumes he is still searching for the suspect and goes back to dancing so nobody would get suspicious.
“Alright, L/N and Amaro, I’m going to need you to canvas the bar. We’ll keep our eyes on the doors out here.” Benson commanded. As she spoke her name, Benson noticed how quiet Y/N has been. She pushes her chair towards her Sargent, who had been sitting besides her watching other cameras placed in the club. His one camera had a perfect view of the bar stool her detective had resided in during the UC mission. She let out a huff when she saw on his screen that her detective was nowhere in sight.
Fin quickly caught onto the situation at hand and checks each other screen looking for the missing detective. “L/N?”, he questions when he concludes that she’s not in the room.
“I haven’t seen her for a minute.” Amaro says as he begins pushing past the drunk, oblivious people, heading towards the area his partner was supposed to stay in. The perp had just been speaking to her, he should have payed more attention. “I - I don’t see her anywhere.” The frustration was evident in his voice.
The two in the van exchange worried yet understanding looks, “Alright, she’s a big girl, she can handle herself. Rollins, why don’t you check out the bathroom?”. Benson tries to calm her detectives as she signs for the team assembled in the van with them to head out.
“Excuse me! I’m sorry, I just have to use the little ladies room.” Amanda pushes through the men who crowd her on the dance floor and makes her way towards the bathroom. She passes Nick as she heads to the women’s washroom and she can tell how worried he is. He goes to follow her towards the back, not wanting to lose track of anyone else, but he keeps his distance to keep suspicions down.
“Alright! We need the front and back doors covered. We lost a detective in there and we can’t have him leaving with her.” Benson barks out the commands to the large team assembled before her as she steps off the van, Fin in tow. The men and women scurried to their positions around the nightclub and the Lieutenant and Sargent gather to discuss the possible danger you may be in.
Amanda goes to enter the small hallway that leads to each bathroom, but is stopped by a long line of annoyed and intoxicated women. “Why is the line so long?” she asked one of the women towards the end of the line.
“The doors locked. I think a couple went in there and they’re… ya know.” she sighed and rolled her eyes. “It’s really disgusting. Public bathrooms are so unsanitary and, like, I really have to pee so they need to hurry up.”
“How long have they been in there?” Rollins questions. If L/N is in there then she could be in trouble.
“Oh my goodness, like, forever. I heard someone at the front of the line say that she has been in line for like 15 minutes, and she’s not even the first person in line!” The drunk girl exclaims.
Listening in on the conversation, Amaro stalks past Amanda and the crowd of drunk girls to knock on the restroom door. When no one responds, he is quick to kick the door in as the women in line gasp in shock. Nick and Rollins quickly shuffle into the bathroom and check each stall for any sign of their coworker or the perp. As Nick checks the third stall to find it empty, he hears Amanda call his name. He quickly turns to her only to see that she is holding up the dress you had been wearing earlier that night.
“He has her.” Rollins says into her earpiece when she notices the panicked look on Amaro’s face.
