A/N: OKAY FAM so I had NO clue this was going to end up like this, it was supposed to be a mainly hate to a potential spawning crush chapter that all of a sudden turned into an assault chapter…FUCK..Also I suck at writing actual crimes, so yes, this is 100% stolen from an ep of SVU…suck it..
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As the next few months passed, McCoy was insistent that you continue to work alongside Casey, especially since you hadn’t lost a single case of the last 10 you’d tried. Nearly more time was spent arguing with each other than with the defence attorney’s, the squad had quickly learned to move your joint cases into a conference room, leaving you to battle it out alone after the first time a Styrofoam coffee cup went flying through the bull pen. Despite the ever growing tension between the two of you, things worked surprisingly well, you’d opened up about your alternative methods of talking to perps and victims, you were able to get more information out of them than any of the detectives. Casey also approved of how deeply you’d dig into people’s histories and social media accounts, if there was ever going to a second shoe to drop, you were already on top of it. Rita Calhoun even took you out for a celebratory drink after the two of you completely wiped the floor with her case, commenting that you’d make a good fit in her firm (which you promptly laugh-scoffed at)
Time went on, and you fought over the fact that Novak never let you question anyone on the stand, or make a single argument. She countered that you’d pulled a pretty big stunt on your first trial, after Olivia gently reminded her that that stunt effectively won the case, Novak caved the slightest bit. She still kept you on a very tight leash, you knew if you varied an inch from what you’d prepped, she’d have your head, so you simply did your best work. You started to slowly spilt things up, she’d do opening and closing while you’d take questioning, or vice versa. It was absolutely gratifying watching the two of you practically tango around the courtroom ripping the defences arguments apart, Casey was more than dazzled as she watched you bring a 6’5, 230 lb serial rapist/murderer (who had been nothing but argumentative and violent) into a series of sobs on the stand. Rita was right….you were a fucking shark.
series: n/a (oneshot)
word count: 1585
a/n: req. (anon): “alex has a long day and reader helps her unwind”, also “hands” square for @electrictoes #svu summer bingo!
tags: smut (fluffy); massage, oral, fingering.
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it was nearly 11pm when alex hung up her keys, coat, and purse on the hook near the door as she stepped into the foyer of your apartment you shared together. the faintest sound of giggling, interspersed with loud laughter filtered out of the door from your bedroom. she smiled softly to herself at the mental image, knowing you were likely curled up in bed waiting for her.