#captain-benson

[riffxlorton]

Closed Starter for @captain-benson ||

He'd been in plenty of police stations before, had been interrogated time and time again since he was a kid for stealing this and that in the burrow where he grew up. None of this was new to him, nor did it intimate him. But never in Riff's life had he seen a cop shoot daggers at him with her eyes the way this Benson did.

She was beautiful and fierce, and even though Riff had said very little except for the standard 'I dunno what yer talkin' about' she wasn't buying his bullshit. Of course he was lying, it's one of the things he did best.

"Do I have to call my high-priced lawyer, or can I skip the hell outta here, yer wastin' my time."

Riff received a slap to the back of his head for that one, which he was not expecting, he had to admit. "Hey, ow! Watch the hair will ya? I spend a lot of time on that to get it just right, damn woman."

Looks like he was going to have to call that lawyer after all.

[dethenryquinn]

Closed starter for @captain-benson ||

Josh has spent the remaining days of the last semester whining that Henry join him on his camp counsellor job. Henry had protested, claiming he was going home to his Aunt Jeanie to spend his summer with tennis practice, and his usual prat time job at the gas station. But Josh was nothing but persistent and annoying.

"C'mon dude, what am I gonna do all summer without you?" He hung off Henry's shoulders, purposefully pouting.

"Weren't you just going to chase girls? Isn't that why you wanted this job in the first place, because there are only a few guys there?" Henry tried his best to shake him off, but Josh was like stuck to him like glue.

"That's no fun without you. Come oooooooon." He droned, which always got on Henry's nerves. "I'll be your best friend, I'll suck your dick." He smiled cheekily.

"You are my best friend, and you'll suck it anyway." Henry rolled his eyes.

"Not if you're up in the fucking Canada for the summer."

This went on for weeks until Henry finally caved, because of course he did. Though it was a big help that the pay would be better than his usual summer job. That's how he convinced himself, and that it certainly wasn't because of his best friend's pleas.

[murkyhazed]

@captain-benson post s12 starter

               he   had   just   needed   time.      for   christ   sake,   he   shot   a   kid.      she   was   just   a   kid   and   he   had   killed   her.      that’s   not   something   that   someone   easily   gets   over,   even   if   it   was   a   warranted   shot.      still,   he   had   replayed   it   over   and   over   in   his   head,   thought   of   how   he   could   have   done   it   differently.      he   could   have   aimed   lower,   could   have   shot   her   in   the   leg   or   something   that   wasn’t   fatal.      it   had   been   eating   him   alive   and   he   had   just   needed   that   space.

               elliot   had   appreciated   liv   trying   to   check   up   on   him,   but   with   the   investigation,   being   put   on   leave   and   all   of   that   swimming   in   his   mind   he   couldn’t   face   her.      not   right   away.      he’d   needed   to   process   it   in   his   own   time,   and   he   has   now.      sort   of   anyway.      he’s   processed   it   by   himself,   now   he   feels   he   is   ready   to   process   it   with   the   one   person   he   trusted   the   most.      olivia.      she   was   there   too   after   all,   had   experienced   the   same   thing,   had   watched   sister   peg   bleed   out   in   her   arms.      only   a   short   while   after   losing   sonya   too,   he   knew   she   had   to   be   going   through   it.      but   elliot   couldn’t   be   there   for   her   if   he   couldn’t   be   there   for   himself   first.

               he   stood   outside   her   door   a   good   ten   minutes,   like   he   was   working   up   the   courage   to   actually   see   her.      he   wouldn’t   blame   her   if   she   was   pissed,   he   had   completely   blown   her   off.      hadn’t   responded   to   a   single   message.      he   almost   turned   around   and   walked   back   down   that   hallway   when   he   heard   the   sounds   of   dishes   in   the   sink.      she   was   in   there,   none   the   wiser   to   the   fact   that   he   was   just   a   few   feet   away.

               finally,   elliot   knocked   on   the   door.      he   was   not   in   his   usual   attire.      he   was   wearing   an   old   t-shirt   and   an   unzipped   grey   hoodie.      he   was   also   in   sweatpants,   and   he   was   not   cleanly   shaven   like   he   usually   was.      he   had   that   five   o’clock   shadow,   it   was   safe   to   say   his   state   of   mind   was   clearly   visible   in   his   outward   appearance.

[birdsigns]

@captain-benson

It had been a long day. One of those days where a person can realize how long it’s going to be by 10am, and that’s what led Olivia here; she didn’t often run into somewhere for a drink after work, especially with Noah at home with a sitter. Nonetheless, today she did. Dragging herself into Forlinin’s on the way home, to order her usual red wine. She had ordered for herself and taken a seat at the bar before she realized Amanda at the other end. Even by looks, it was fairly evident that Amanda was likely a few drinks ahead. Deciding it best to check in on her friend, Olivia stood to move down towards the other end of the bar. “Amanda? What’s going on?” Her tone quieter than what she typically spoke with.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ~ amanda rollins

it had been hours since amanda had taken her seat at forlinin's — hours since she had taken her first sip of whiskey, willing herself to be numb. her gaze bore madly into the bottom of her glass, seeing but not seeing. though her throat was suffused with the blaze of liquor, she could not swallow down the guilt that wracked her being. she could still feel the gun in her hand, inert yet deadly, and the imagined sound of the ricochet that ended esther's life.

shuddering at the sound of olivia's sudden voice, amanda turned to look at her captain. she could make out the offering of concern, but the rushing of her thoughts drowned out the words. as she tried to move her lips in response, amanda tasted the acrid bite of shame on her tongue — what could she possibly say to make up for what she'd done? she hoped that she'd managed to rearrange the desolate expression on her face before she spoke.

"captain — I — I wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew here tonight. I come here every now and then to get away from it all. what's brought you here tonight?"

[adaxrafaelbarba]

It's Always Been You || Barba & Benson || @captain-benson

Rafael Barba hadn't expected to pick up his phone and text his co-worker Lieutenant Olivia Benson for a drink, but that's exactly what he had done. And he'd been surprised when her answer had come back in the affirmative almost before he could sit his phone back down on his desk to return to the work spread out in front of him. He couldn't stop the smile that graced his lips as he quickly replied that he'd meet her at Forlini's at six. That would give them both time to get off work and get to their favorite bar and restaurant.

After that, the day seemed to drag on and on. He kept checking the clock, and it seemed as if the clock was in slow motion and barely moving at all. He had to force himself to quit looking at the clock, and after that, he was happy to see that the time seemed to return to normal. It was fifteen after five when he packed up his briefcase and turned off the lights and locked his office door for the evening.

He was grateful that it was a Friday evening, and that he had the next two days off. He could only hope that nothing pressing happened and brought him back into the office for any reason. He might get one night if he's lucky, but he wouldn't speak on it or it would be a sure thing and his entire weekend would be ruined.

He took a cab to Forlini's and arrived before her. He managed to secure them a small table out of the way and ordered a glass of her favorite red wine and a double of the top shelf scotch for himself. He sat facing the door so that he could wave her over once she arrived. He smiled as he saw her in the doorway. For a moment, he watched as she scanned the room to see if he'd arrived before her. When their eyes met, he stood and waved a little as the smile widened. There was a warmth in his stomach, and it was only then that he realized that it wasn't from the scotch as he hadn't yet taken a sip. It was because of Olivia Benson.

[k4ndall]

@captain-benson

Kendall had visited precincts more times than he could count. Sometimes, his petty thefts caught up with him and he would have to spend a night in jail before someone, usually Shiv or Logan, bailed him out. This time felt different. He wasn’t sitting in a cell, but in a room with a camera that was recording his every move, a table, and two metal chairs.

He wasn’t exactly sure why he was here. The voice mail he had received had been vague to say the least and the woman on the other end of that message had simply asked him to come in. So, he had.

He heard a door open and rose. “Nice place you’ve got here,” he said. "I'm Kendall," he extended his hand.

[rppcsitivity]

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❝ This is for @captain-benson. Amazing mun portraying an amazing muse perfectly and with so much passion! They are super friendly and the best at weaving themselves into other fandoms while STILL BEING SO IN CANON! ❞

[reagansfirstfemalecop]

@captain-benson

Nicky had always thought her mother was always being over protective of her and even though at sixteen she knew there were dangers but she figured she would be able to see the signs. Unfortunately she didn't and as she was on her way home from school she was snatched right off the street.

The kidnappers kept their faces hidden from her, even as they made her call for the ransom. Apparently they had kidnapped her because she was the granddaughter of Commissioner Reagan and knew she would be of high value.