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Fluff, Smut, Angst
Law & Order: SVU
Casey Novak
Tender, Loving Care
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Olivia Benson
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Alex Cabot
Second Chances
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Elizabeth Donnelly
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Secrets
Rita Calhoun
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Sonya Paxton
SFW Alphabet
Drunken Love
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Kim Greylek
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NCIS
Abigail Borin
I Thought I Hated You
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Ziva David
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Celebrities
Lady Gaga
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Renee Rapp
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Jennifer Lawrence
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Diane Neal
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Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
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Nancy Wheeler
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Robin Buckley
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Censured Ch 7
Warnings: Language, talk of the SVU job, talk of Smut
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The next morning you practically pranced into the precinct, plopping an extra coffee & breakfast croissant down on your partner’s desk before dropping down into your chair. Sonny took one look at you and the grin on your face to know just exactly how your night had ended after you’d parted.
“That good hey?” He quietly commented, smirking across at you, you simply grinned back at him over the rim of your Starbucks. “What? I don’t hav’ta hear all the dirty details this time?” You quietly laughed at that,
“Sonny, I’m just…happy…like legitimately so fucking happy about the way things have worked out.”
“Good. I’m glad Y/N, ya really deserve it.”
“Thank you..” The morning proceeded fairly boring for the two of you, you hadn’t bothered to attend the arraignment of last night’s perp, just waiting for Greylek’s text about the results, pouring over paperwork and working your way through the case. Fin and Amanda had caught a new case, returning with the need for a warrant and a few other pieces of paperwork from the D.A.’s office. It was shortly before lunch hour that Greylek finally returned with them, mentioning she’d need to get copies Calhoun before they could proceed with anything.
“Mmm, I’ll take them.” You volunteered, Kim turned to you, a steely look on her face that you had to refrain from rolling your eyes at.
“You know I have an assistant for that kind of stuff right, you don’t always need to take them.” You simply plucked the folded pages from her hand,
“Your assistant won’t know where to find her ’til she’s in court this afternoon, where they’ll be waiting God knows how many hours to serve them. I however, am meeting her for lunch in 15…” Sonny couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, you’d always butted heads with Kim, hell the whole squad had, but the two of you took a particular disliking to each other. (Maybe it had something to do with the fact that your Aunt was a defence attorney, but it was never delved into). You gave a quick nod to Liv, promising to be back within an hour, giving Carisi a quick shoulder squeeze before you grabbed your blazer, heading out into the streets.
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You met Rita at your usual spot that was about halfway between the 16th and the courthouse, you regularly did lunch at minimum once a month with her if not more. She may have been your Aunt but she’d pretty much raised you through the tougher years of your upbringing, quite literally fighting for your custody (and naturally, winning) when you were 13. That being said she’d never treated you like a literal child, your relationship remained playful (and honestly as you got older, fucking playfully chaotic, but that was just the way you lived). She’d been in her rather late 20’s when she’d taken you in, she wasn’t technically old enough to be your Mom, but she was already established as an attorney by then and was much more suited for it.
“Hey!” You smiled brightly as you slid into the booth across from her, hand instinctively moving into the plate of sweet potato fries she’d already ordered.
“Someone’s in a good mood.” You simply shrugged, glancing over the specials on the menu.
“Easy day.”
“Yeah…”Rita smirked over her glass, “What’s her name?” You stopped, looking over her, brows furrowed.
“What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t live in my care for 11 years kiddo.” The waitress ended up interrupting your conversation, you were quick to place your orders since you regular dined there. You settled back in your seat, sipping on the iced coffee, relishing in some relief from the summer heat. “You look happy Y/N…”
“I am happy.” You folded your arms on the table, leaning against it, knowing you weren’t about to keep secrets from Rita, fuck you more than loved oversharing details, it made her eyes roll and you laugh hysterically. Not to mention it was pretty damn hard keeping secrets between a detective and a defence attorney.
“So…?” She quirked a brow, waiting for you response. You hummed out a happy sigh,
“Casey…it’s nothing serious, I mean it started out of friends. I honestly thought she was straight at first but…couple of glasses of rose proved that wrong.” You swigged at your drink, you took in Rita’s gaze on you, rolling your eyes, “Don’t look at me like that! It was consensual, I work for sex crimes, remember?” She half laughed half raised her brows at the mini outburst, “We just kissed first, I got called into work. We fucked last night…sober…” Rita was used to this kind of conversation with you, you’d always been open about things, on both sides of the relationship, it made you completely comfortable when you were younger and that’s all she wanted. The waitress was quick to drop your meals off while you both pondered over how to continue the conversation.
“Do you say it’s nothing serious ‘cause you thought she was straight?”
“Mmm.” You murmured over a bite of food, “No, she’s only here for the summer for work.”
“What does she do?”
“Paralegal on the Johnson case, technically she’s a lawyer but she got censured, license suspended for 3 years.” Rita let out a huff at that, nearly letting her fork come to rest at the side of her plate, you caught her gaze, freezing your movements without realizing the information you’d given her. “What?”
“Are you seriously telling me that you’re fucking Casey Novak?” You outwardly laughed at that, of course she’d figure it out that quickly. “How did you even meet her? I thought she was upstate?”
“She was…” You shrugged, “Then Johnson came to supreme court here and she came with.”
“And what…you met her in the halls of the courtroom and needed to take her then and there?” You snorted at Rita’s comment,
“I met her at the piano bar! She dropped off requests and we just…clicked…ran into each other at a coffee shop by Hogan a couple days later, met for drinks after that.”
“Did you know who she was? Does she know what you do??” Rita was more concerned about drama coming up and uprooting any type of budding relationship, destroying your emotional state.
“I didn’t at first, but I called her out on being a lawyer at the bar, then I realized who she was. I mentioned you as my Aunt, but it wasn’t ’til the coffee shop she knew I was a cop, it just..slips my mind when I’m in piano mode.”
“I know..I get it.” She smiled across at you, “I didn’t know she swung that way.” You literally rolled your eyes at her,
“Rita, you didn’t think *I* swung that way ’til you caught me making out with Sarah Winchester.”
“Making out..really? That’s what you call a hand in the pants nowadays?” You both laughed at that, “Why exactly do you think it’s so casual.” Again you shrugged,
“Casey goes back upstate once the Johnson trial ends, she doesn’t think the DA’s office here will want her back after the suspension.” Rita squeezed your hand reassuringly before your free one shot to your phone as it went off, checking a text. “It’s Melinda, I gotta go…” You shoved another bite of food in your mouth before wrapping your blazer around your shoulders, darting from the booth before practically darting right back, “Fuck!” Rita was quick to backfire,
“It’s fine, I’ve got it. I’ll send your leftovers to the 16th.” You smirked in response, pulling the paperwork from your inner pocket,
“DNA warrant and motion to suppress on the Warrington case.” You gave her a quick grin, pinching your tongue between your teeth, you knew how much she hated when you pulled crap like that on cases you weren’t even assigned to.
“This is why we can’t have nice things!!!!” She yelled after you as you jogged your way out of the restaurant to meet Sonny. Hearing the brief, ‘love you’ you called over your shoulder, shaking her head, you certainly never would change.
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