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“Escape Room Escapades” Part One
So sorry I’ve been MIA. Work has been sucking my soul and leaving me with no energy to write (end of the fiscal year...amiright 😂) 
ANYWAYS, this was a fic request from @thatesqcrush​ for her birthday about Rafael and the reader getting locked in an escape room with the prompts: "That’s probably the fastest I’ve ever done that” and “Isn’t this considered public indecency? We could get arrested!” from this lovely smut-filled list. 
@thatesqcrush​ I’m so sorry I’m late with this! Happy Belated Birthday, doll,
Part One sets up the scene but expect a smutty part two tomorrow. Also please forgive my crappy editing. ❤️ 
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You sprinted up the steps into One Hogan Place, muttering apologies to people as you pushed past them towards the elevator. Your foot suddenly cramped up and you cursed yourself for not choosing proper footwear for the marathon you just ran. After a long sleepless night, you had hit your snooze button one too many times the next morning and ended up running late to the monthly meeting Jack McCoy held with all the district attorneys.
Finally you reached the elevator and pushed the button, sighing in relief when the doors immediately opened. You stepped inside and leaned back against the wall, wiping the sweat off your brow when a familiar voice pierced through your tranquil moment.
“Hold the elevator!” A briefcase suddenly swung between the closing doors, allowing them to retract enough for Rafael to enter the car with you.
You lifted your eyes to the ceiling and groaned. Rafael was the reason why you had pulled an all-nighter, preparing summaries of court cases you took over for him while he was on leave without pay.
Rafael arched a brow. “Nice to see you too, Y/L/N,” he dryly said, hitting the button to the appropriate floor.
“Barba,” you mumbled and stared at the wall.
“Do you have those court cases for me?”
“Yep, worked on them last night.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile and patted your briefcase.
He turned towards you expectantly. “Well, let’s see them.”
“It can’t wait till after the meeting,” you replied with a sigh. Rafael crossed his arms and stared you down. Obviously the answer was no. You rolled your eyes and handed him your purse, allowing you to use both hands to rifle through your briefcase. Papers and pens fell to the floor at your feet while searching for the bulky files.
Rafael nudged a fallen pen with his toe. “Ever think about organizing yourself, counselor.”
You scowled, finally finding the files in question and handing them over. “Ever think about not biting the hand that feeds you.” The elevator came to a halt. You stepped out as soon as the doors opened, trying to get away from Rafael before he started nitpicking at your work.
Unfortunately you weren’t fast enough, Rafael was right behind you, hot on your heels. “Heard you plead out the Jenkins case.”
“It was the best course of action given the circumstances. There was no outcry or physical evidence. Our victim kept changing her story. We’re lucky we got the defendant on the registry and 5 years probation,” you argued. “Are you going to look into every case I handled while you were on leave?”
“That depends. Did you take the easy way out with all of my cases,” he retorted.
Having had enough, you stopped him in his tracks right in front of the meeting room. “Barba, let’s get one thing straight. When you went away, your cases became my cases. Meaning they are no longer your concern. Now I gave you the court summaries out of the goodness of my heart, but from now on, stay out of my business and my work. Are we clear?”
You stared down the handsome ADA. It felt like you were facing off with a bear in the woods. You reminded yourself to show no fear and refuse to back down. Rafael narrowed his eyes at you. “Crystal clear” was his tense reply, moving past you to enter the meeting room.
*****
At the meeting you tried to listen to what Jack McCoy was saying but your mind kept wandering over to Rafael. When you first started working at the D.A.’s office, you found him to be smart, sexy, and a damn good lawyer. Back in those days, you were cordial to each other, exchanging pleasantries and small talk whether it was in the elevator or waiting in line for coffee. You admired him and it wasn’t long before you had developed a crush. You suspected your crush may not have been one-sided when you ran into each other at a charity gala not too long ago. That night the witty banter between you both crossed over into flirtation along with a distinct look of desire in his eyes that matched your own.
After the gala, a serial rapist and murderer began targeting young girls and blackmailing those who were involved in the case. You had heard Rafael was one of the unfortunate blackmailed targets. Rumors circulated around the office about what he had done in the past, but you ignored them, even chastising your secretary when you caught her spreading gossip. To be honest, if you were put in Rafael’s position, you may have done the same thing he had.
When it was announced that he would be going on leave without pay, you offered to take over his cases. Although it doubled your workload, you were happy to do it. You wanted to show him that it didn’t matter what he had done in the past. He still had a friend in you.
But when Rafael came back, everything changed. He was cold and callous, showing no signs of gratitude for helping him out. He would meet with you for hours, splitting hairs over every finite detail, criticizing the job you had done. You quickly realized that Rafael wasn’t the man you knew and you grew to despise him.  
You looked up from your notes only to lock eyes with Rafael, holding each other’s gaze from across the expansive table for a split second before focusing your attention back on what your boss was saying. Not a minute later did you stealthily peer across the table again to steal another glance at him, drinking in his hypnotic seafoam green eyes, the strong aquiline nose, the thick dark hair that was beginning to grey, making the man look even more distinguished. Despite all attempts at hating Rafael, there was still this underlying lust-filled desire that you just couldn’t shake. He may have been an ass, but he was undeniably handsome. You watched him twiddle his pen between his long fingers as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
Shifting in your seat, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to feel those large hands caress your body, his fingers stroking you as you begged for more, his mouth muffling your pleasure-filled cries with a kiss.
Like a record scratching, you came back to reality when Jack McCoy called your name. “Ms. Y/L/N?”
“Excuse me,” you replied, your cheeks still flushed.
“Does that sound ok to you?”
“Absolutely. Looking forward to it, sir.” You smiled, not sure what you had just agreed to.
“Perfect. It’s all settled then,” he said. “So this Saturday, you, Walters, Patel, and Barba are going to do an Escape Room.”
Looking around the room in a panic, you saw that all eyes were on you. “Escape Room?”
Jack McCoy nodded. “That’s right. It’s a team building event, a chance to learn how to communicate better through problem solving. We’re splitting everyone into groups and you four are the lucky ones who get to go first.”
“Terrific,” you mumbled and glanced over at Rafael who was currently pinching the bridge of his nose as if he was in the beginning stages of a migraine. At some point in a past life, you must have done something horrible and now you were making up for it, threefold. Not only were you going to be spending your day off with Rafael, but it also happened to be your birthday weekend.
After you were given the location and time to meet for Saturday, Jack dismissed the meeting. You and Rafael both came up to the door and tried to leave at the same time.
“After you,” he grumbled, allowing you to exit first.
As luck would have it, you and Rafael had offices that were right next door to each other. The pair of you walked side by side down the hall in silence when you saw Detective Carisi running towards you.
“Hey Counselors, I was just checkin’ to see if you had that warrant for Peter Chapman’s apartment. We’re chompin’ at the bit to get in there and see if we can find somethin’.”
Just as you were about to respond, Rafael cut you off. “I’m headed to Judge Reyes’ office this morning. You should have it in an hour.”
“Actually, I have that warrant right here.” You reached into your briefcase and pulled out the signed slip of paper. “I happen to know Judge Reyes’ favorite watering hole and his affinity for top-shelf tequila.” You gave Rafael a pointed stare. “It’s my case now, remember? Let me know if you need anything else, Sonny.” You smiled at the detective and flipped your hair back, walking away.
Rafael stood there, left in the dust.  His eyes raked over your form, watching your hips sway with every step. The intoxicating smell of your perfume still lingered in the air. God, you drove him crazy.
Sonny arched a brow, noticing how Rafael couldn’t peel his eyes away from your ass. “Ya’ know, she’s single,” he said, causing Rafael to whip his head back toward the detective. “Just sayin’.” Sonny shrugged.
“Shut up, Carisi.” Rafael rolled his eyes and headed into his office. “Carmen, hold all my calls,” he told his paralegal, shutting the door and sitting at his desk.
*****
After reviewing your case files, Rafael sat back and rubbed his hand across his face. Damn, you were good. From your first day at One Hogan Place, Rafael had noticed you. How could he not? Apart from being beautiful, you were a brilliant lawyer. Whenever he could get away, Rafael would often sneak into the courtroom to watch you in action. You were razor-sharp and ruthless but there was also an inherent kindness to you. It was more than just winning a case, you showed compassion and empathy towards victims. There was also an undeniable sexual attraction. Sitting in the courtroom, he would try to suppress the carnal thoughts he had while listening to your closing summations. If you only knew the dirty deeds he wanted to do to you. It all came to a head at the gala. Typically at these functions, Rafael would have a glass or two of scotch, say a few quick hellos to the important people and sneak away, but that night was different. Seeing you saunter into the room, wearing a dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, Rafael was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. Then the David Willard trial happened and everything changed. Rafael was lucky that he had only been given leave without pay for his past actions. When he came back to the office, his confidence had taken a blow as did his reputation. Everyone around him was talking about the elusive incident. Rafael couldn’t walk into a room without people glancing his way and abruptly changing subjects. The only person who didn’t seem to get caught up in the rumor mill was you. While on leave, Rafael had heard you had taken over his cases. Knowing that SVU was in your capable hands brought him some relief but it made him feel threatened. What if while he was away, the D.A. saw what an incredible job you were doing and decide to make his leave without pay more permanent. Rafael knew he was on shaky ground and was determined to find his footing once again. He knew he was hard on you. The flash of hurt in your eyes when he addressed you just about broke his heart, but he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way of his job. He had a career to protect and you needed to understand that. It was better that he keep his distance. Of course Rafael hadn’t anticipated being locked in a room with you but he shrugged it off. He could certainly handle himself in an awkward situation. It was one afternoon. What’s the worst that could happen?
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