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pairing: joe velasco x reader word count: 3k

notes: i literally dumped this in a matter of hours in a drug induced haze as i recover from surgery. please, excuse everything you may find.

they’re front door neighbors

he helps her w/ the groceries on the 4th floor walk up

they strike up a conversation when he puts the bags on her counter

she flirts with him

“you’re very strong”

he laughs it off, “i’m a police officer. i kind of have to be”

“i- i’m sorry… i’m really bad at small talk”

“no, it’s okay… i don- i don’t mind it”

they get close

they talk every time they cross paths; be it a good morning or a good evening

she once walks up to him trying to figure out his keys while holding onto his side

he’s a bit sore from work so she helps him into his apartment. she sits him down on the couch while she fixes him something to eat

she saves her number on his phone so he has someone to call when he needs help; he’s helped her before, it’s her time to return the favor

they’re friends

he crashes at her place after work sometimes, for a beer or just company

she gets his packages, and always stays for a minute longer when delivering

they go out for happy hour together - her idea. it’s their first time together outside of the building. she’s a bit nervous but the second he smiles at her, she feels at ease.

she calms him down after a terrible day; he gets her mind off of things

the incident

one day, joe’s coming home for a shower in the middle of the day, after a long night at the hospital, when he sees her front door is slightly open

he finds it strange, knocking softly and asking for her. when he doesn’t hear anything and all the lights are out, he pulls out his gun.

he walks into the apartment to find the entire thing spotless, he can’t seem to find anything out of place. he looks back to the door and sees that it was indeed busted from the inside. he decides to call it in.

he’s helping out ert dust for prints back in the bathroom window, from where he thinks the perp came in, when another officer calls out for him from the front door. when he walks out, she’s standing there, wide eyed, frozen and shaking.

“what’s going on?”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t want to alarm you while you were at work. i came home to your front door busted open.” he rubs her arms as she holds herself together.

“oh my god”

“i- i didn’t see anything stolen or out of place, so we’re hoping whoever came in got spooked by something and ran.” she trusts him, so he gets closer, leaning down so he’s about her height. still, his soothing hand rubs her arms. “but i’d still like for you to take a look inside, see if you can notice anything…”

she looks up to him, scared. she holds onto her purse tighter.

“i’ll be with you the entire time. i promise it’s safe.” he nods.

she accepts the offer and they walk in. his right hand is on the small of her back while his left continues to rub on her arms, reassuringly.

the place is spotless. even her forgotten yogurt spoon is still on the sink. she’s shaking but the feeling of joe’s chest against her back is enough to ground her.

they walk into the bedroom and she’s looking at her table, trying to see if any of her pens are ruffled, so she doesn’t notice at first. it’s only when she turns back to look at the bed that she sees it. the entire outfit, laid out neatly on top of the covers. dark blue jeans, red off the shoulder top. there’s a pair of low slingback heels next to it and even some folded underwear.

she shrieks and starts hyperventilating. she turns around, as if to run out, but finds joe’s chest instead. he’s scared as he holds onto her strong. he keeps running his hands down her back, trying to soothe her as she cries into his shirt. he doesn’t understand what’s happening. he cups the back of her head as he asks:

“do you know who did this?”

“my stalker”

the case

he takes her to olivia because he doesn’t trust anyone else.

they’re sat at benson’s office, doors closed but blinds open. she’s gripping two of his fingers with her entire hand, pulling their tied hands onto her lap. he scoots his chair over to be closer to her. she looks up at him, wide eyed once again

“i don’t think i can do this”

“i promise you, captain benson is the best there is”

she shares with olivia that she has had someone harass her online for 2 years. every time she blocks him, he just creates a new account. and she knows exactly who he is: a john grey, who she rejected right before.

“hi, how are you doing?” he had sent her a dm that got stuck in her requests, not seen for at least 2 weeks.

by the time she responded, his messages had grown incessant. from curious to questioning to upset to angry.

she tried to reason with him: “i’m sorry, your dm was hidden in my requests and i barely use instagram anyway.” but that wasn’t enough for him.

olivia asks how did she know that grey had invaded her apartment, and that’s when she shares his latest messages from his most recent account.

the day prior to the break in he sent: “i love this outfit you’re wearing. the red really makes your eyes pop”

at the moment, that just confirmed to her that he was stalking her, beyond the internet.

but it was the second message that scared her:

“i can’t wait to fuck you in this”

joe has been holding onto her hand for the entire time, his other hand pushing out some hair that got stuck to her wet cheeks after she started crying. by the time she calmed down, olivia asked for amanda to take her for some water.

“i’m sorry, are you two…?” olivia asked

“she’s my neighbor” joe replied. olivia just looked at him for a minute before nodding.

“i’ve got to warn you, unless we have some hard evidence, this is not going to be easy. but we will not give up.”

the aftermath, pt. 2

he’s driving her home, his hands tight around the wheel, trying to control his breathing. the thought that even though he was a svu detective was not enough to protect her was stuck to his mind.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before” her voice small

he was so far away in his mind that he didn’t even register her: “sorry?”

she sighed, shrinking in the front seat next to him. they were parking a block away from the building. “i said… i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before. i- i didn’t think you’d…”

“what?” he looks to her, before finally turning off the car. the white noise from the engine cutting off, making the silence in the car so loud. “i- i’m not mad at you, y/n. you know that right?”

she just looked down at her hands on her lap, her fingers twisting against one another. he sighed and put his heavy hands on top of hers. she finally looked up at him.

“i’m just worried”

“i don’t want you to worry”

he smiled meekly. “too late now, honey”

she rested her head against the seat, looking at him and his puppy dog green eyes. “i’m still sorry”

he sighed again, resting his own head against the seat, brushing her hair off her face slightly. “i am sorry too.”

she slept at his apartment that night. she couldn’t even bring herself to go through her clothes. he gathered all of her things while she settled in his couch.

“you’re not sleeping on the couch.” he said as he entered his apartment with a bag on his hands.

“i- what? you’re not sleeping on the couch. this is your house”

“exactly. my house, my rules. up you go.”

and for at least 2 days that’s how they worked. she slept on his bed while he slept on the couch. until she had a nightmare.

she woke up screaming and joe ran into the bedroom. she was hyperventilating on his bed and he kept running his hands down her arms, trying to soothe her. she only quieted down after he hugged her, letting her head rest against his bare chest. the sound of his heartbeat lulling her back.

“are you okay?”

“i… i had a nightmare. he was here.”

“hey. i got you. he’s not going to hurt you.” he cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer. her hands closing against his chest.

after a while, when her breathing went back to normal, he made motion to get up. her hand flew to his forearm, closing around it. “don’t go”.

he didn’t know exactly what to do. he froze in place. she looked at him, so vulnerable, he couldn’t say no. “okay, let me get my pillow.”

and in the morning, he pretended he didn’t wake up with her on his chest, his hands tangled in her hair.

the climax

it took grey just one week before he struck again. he broke into her apartment once more. but this time, he trashed the entire place.

olivia figured it was because he noticed she hadn’t been staying there, even if her movements outside of the building showed she had stuck to her normal routine. this just solidified the idea that he had been following her.

they got two officers in front of their apartment for the rest of the week, just in case.

but that didn’t stop him.

joe was just arriving back at the precinct, coming from the hamptons after tracking down a jane doe’s family. he put his phone to charge while he typed up a report. the second his phone lit up, he heard at least 8 pings from text messages. weirded out by the fast incoming, he took his head off the files to read. whatever he read, made him jump in his seat.

grabbing the nearest radio, he called, frantically, to the two officers parked outside his home.

“check in on her! right now!!!” he begged.

“what’s going on?” olivia asked, seeing the commotion while finn tried to calm joe down.

“something’s wrong” he threw his phone on the desk for them to see: joe i think hes here and i dont think its a dream oh god joe im sorry i lov i love you

by the time the officers arrived at the apartment, the door was busted open from the inside, once more, and she was gone.

it didn’t take long for them to find a possible place. after ruling out his house and his workplace, they settled on his mother’s house upstate. his boss’ car was just picked up on a traffic cam heading up.

this was the first time joe felt like he had lost all control. to the point where olivia had to sit him down at her office, this time, both doors and blinds closed, before they headed out:

“velasco, you have got to get your head on straight.”

“i am!” he said, eager to go out there again.

“no, you’re not!” she said “look, i know she means a lot to you. but you cannot help her like this. this is not uc, joe. we have rules. if you get in there hot, it can hurt her case.”

they were right. she were being held at grey’s mother’s house.

but more importantly, to joe, she was safe. as safe can be. he hadn’t raped her. he couldn’t get it up. he was attempting to cut her for that once they arrived, but thankfully the knife just nicked at her chin instead.

“hey, hey, hey…” he whispered, finally kneeling next to her body, as she laid on the house’s main suite.

“you came” she said, her voice hoarse, her cheeks wet and warm.

“of course i came.” he said, his fingers freezing just inches from her face. he was so scared to touch her. “i’m never leaving you out of my sight.”

the actual aftermath

at first, everything is as perfect as can be.

it takes them a few tries first. they’re back at the apartment. he asks her which apartment she’d prefer to stay at, since something terrible has happened to her in both places. she looks up at him, grabs his hand and pulls him towards his door.

“i’d feel safer here. with you.” she says. he hasn’t unlocked the door yet, so the more she pulls him, the more he presses himself against her. she doesn’t break eye contact.

he can’t even begin to process what might be happening. is this her, taking control over something for the first time since she was kidnapped? or is this her, being with him because she almost lost it all? or is this her, actually wanting him?

she can feel him withdraw, dropping her hand. she frowns. “i- i thought you wanted me” she wraps her arms around herself, tucking her chin on her chest, trying to make herself seem smaller.

“i do… i do.” he reassures her, his hands automatically flying over to her cheeks. he curves down, trying to catch her eyes. “hey…” he calls for her, hooking his finger underneath her chin and softly tipping her head back up to look at him.

he wants her. so bad. but he’s so scared he might hurt her. she can see it in his eyes. he doesn’t even need to say it.

“please…” she begs, wrapping her hand around his wrist. the warmth of her skin, the sound of her whine - almost too much for him. “i’m not going to break. and even then, you’d be here, right? to catch me?”

he’s so fucked. he knows it. but he falls for her anyways.

they’re in perfect bliss for an entire weekend. she never goes back to her apartment. they barely leave the bed. she feels so right, tucked against the crook of his neck; warm against his bare chest.

his guilt steps in.

they’re lying naked in bed. she’s angled just right that he can see the scar of the knife on her chin. he shudders at the sight. she feels him.

“what’s wrong?” she asks, resting her chin on his chest. a frown on her brow.

he just runs his thumb across the scar, shaking his head slightly. “i told you he wouldn’t hurt you…”

“and he didn’t.” she said, pulling his hands away from her face. she wrapped her entire hand around his two fingers, like she did before. “you came. you saved me.”

“i didn’t” he shook is head. “you haven’t had a full night sleep since then! you startle at every sound! i- it’s all my fault! can’t you see that?”

he was up, in his boxers, walking around the room while her eyes welled up. he couldn’t believe she wanted him. still wanted him.

she shook her head, wiping at her tears before getting up from the bed. she put on a shirt, most likely his, that was thrown across the floor. “has anyone told you what happened in there?” she questioned him, her voice so low he had to strain to hear her.

“no…” he shook his head, scared of what he might hear.

“he- he had my phone. and the last message i sent… was to you.” he nodded, knowing exactly what she was referring to. none of them had acknowledge the contents of that message. at least not yet. “plus, the fact that i was sleeping here didn’t really help. do you have any idea how hard i tried to convince him it was nothing? how difficult it was for me to lie, and pretend i didn’t love you?”

he threw his hair back, rubbing his face. “see! that’s exact-”

“i’m not finished!” she interrupted. “what i mean is, i have had enough time and pressure to think this through. don’t you think if you were really the bad guy, i’d be standing here? begging you to love me too?”

he sighed, finally looking at her. her small frame, engulfed by his t-shirt, her bed head wild, her doe eyes. “you don’t get to feel guilty because of this, okay? i have enough guilt and trauma for the both of us combined! don’t you think i wish every single day i responded to his dm?”

he felt bad. for trying to make something that happened to her hurt him the most. for trying to play the part of the guilt ridden one when she was the one that was kidnapped.

“but i know that if i had responded to his dm, i would have never met you.” she said, finally getting closer to him. holding his two fingers. her small hand warm against his.

he looked at her, really looked at her. pushing her hair off of her face, he traced his left hand over her features. “i wish i could take your pain away”

“you do…” she nodded. “every time i am with you, i feel a little bit better inside.” she nuzzled against his palm, feeling his rough skin against her cheeks.

“i’m sorry.” he said, bringing her closer to his chest, cupping the back of her head. “i’m sorry for this. i’m sorry for everything.” she nodded against his chest, her hands around his forearms. “but most of all, i’m sorry for making you feel like you needed to beg for me.” she backed away, looking up at his puppy dog eyes. “because i am yours, honey. i’ve been yours since i first laid eyes on you. holding eight bags from aldi all the way down from east harlem.”

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