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imagine-that · 2 years

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Fight Club

One shot #53 - requested by @villains-are-hot

Summary: the boys don’t take too kindly to each other sharing their affections for you

Pairing: Basically every male SVU character x reader (minus Cragen and Stabler)

Warnings: physical violence?? idk honestly, I don’t think there’s anything else

You and Liv had just been working on a long and exhausting case the night before and you were close to dropping from exhaustion.

With your hair pulled back and concealer weakly covering the dark circles on your under-eyes, you trudged back into the office, waving over at Liv with a tired smile.

As you sit down at your desk, you barely have time to put your things down and get settled before there's a faint shadow casted over you. You smile a little to yourself, turning to find which of the boys it was. There was always at least 1 or 2 of them hanging around you. They were great coworkers but in all honesty, you wanted them as more than that. You just weren't sure which of them you wanted more.

"Hi Nick." You greet with a small smile as you see his sweet face looking back at you.

"Hey y/n, brought you a coffee from the shop down the street." He says, placing a steaming cup down on the counter of your desk. You breath in the scent of that which brings you back to life and let out a contented sigh, making him chuckle.

"My hero. I was definitely about to pass out without this Amaro, so I thank you." You giggle, making his smile grow.

"Yo y/n!" Finn says, appearing behind you, holding a small paper bag in his hands.

"Morning Finn. You're looking cheerful this morning." You smile over at him with the same warm affection you gave Nick, not seeing the level of growing tension in his face.

"That is because I brought my favorite girl a breakfast pastry from the bakery by my place. They taste amazing so I'm sure you'll like it." He says, placing the bag down beside the coffee.

"Real sweet of you Amaro." Finn notes, his voice full of a kind of bitterness as he looks at the coffee cup.

“Could say the same for you Tutuola.” Nick growls back, forcing a smile at him, clearly tense in the jaw which makes you frown, unsure of what exactly is going on.

"Boys boys, you spoil me. I will be able to get through the day now thanks to both of you." You smile, giving them both a look of gratitude.

"My pleasure." They say at the same time, giving each other a look of disgust before walking away tensely to their own desks.

"Morning everyone. Y/n, I meant to ask, did you finish that case last night? Looked rough so I was going to ask if I could help out, get some weight off your back." Munch says as he waltzes into the office, beaming with a grin at you in particular.

"Morning John. Yeah it was tough but me and Liv managed to pull through. I may have to hold you to that sometime though, it was definitely a rough night." You laugh, making Munch smile even wider.

"I look forward to it, I love to help out." He promises, walking over to his own desk after waving a small goodbye to you, earning his own glares from both Fin and Nick.

“Is it just me or are the guys acting particularly... weird today?” You ask Liv in a whisper. She chuckles a little and nods in a show of agreement.

“Very weird.” She whispers back as she continues on her way, moving past you to her desk.

“Carisi you’re late! we’re supposed to be on a case together today, think you can handle that?” You tease as you see the cocky newer member of the team. The two of you had a quick bond and you were often found together for drinks after work which, without your knowledge, made the other males on the team increasingly angered.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk and filling out your report of your case with Olivia, you walk over to Cragens office and knock on the door, walking in when he beckons you and carefully placing it on his desk.

“That was a difficult case, you sure you got every detail into the report?” Cragen asks, giving you ‘the look’.

“Yes captain, I’m sure. Cross my heart.” You joke, grinning back at him. He nods to say you can leave, a small smile on his own face.

“Get that report done y/n? I’m sure it took a while, I know you’re pretty slow.” Carisi jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“You know Carisi, you’re probably slower than I am. I mean I’m not gonna race you or anything but I can go pretty fast...” You joke right back, smirking at his small blush and coy grin at the insinuation. You loved to mess with the guys when they gave you a hard time, it was just how your dynamics worked.

A few moments later, you’re sitting at your desk, analyzing the file for your new case when Rafael walks in with his usual swagger. You glance up from your papers to wave at him with a small smile and he does the same, a grin spreading at the sight of you.

But a mere seconds later you’re left confused when he makes a B-line to your desk rather than to Livs. He was collecting what was needed for the court order and bringing her usual coffee order, so it made no sense to you why he was coming to you.

“Good morning Raf. Shouldn’t you be with Liv or the Captain? Was there an issue with the paper work?” You ask with an eyebrow raised, taking a sip from your coffee.

“Oh no, nothings wrong. I’m actually about to go meet her right now to go over the details. So no need to worry bella.” He promises, making you blush as his accent alters and he says the term of endearment.

You supposed that was part of why you liked both him and Nick so much. They were both spanish and in truth, the accents made you go weak in the knees.

“Actually, I came over to ask if you would like to go out at all? I understand if you’d like to say no but I’ve decided it’s a good time to ask. You are an amazing woman and anyone would be lucky to take you out but I hope you’ll give me the chance to be el afortunado.” He states, kissing the top of your hand and leaving your mind in a bit of a frenzy.

You’d never been given the option as to which of the boys you would actually go out with any of them. The idea of choosing one of them seemed crazy only because you’d never had the opportunity to do so.

You look up at him, stunned.

“Well I would-” But before you can continue, Nick jumps out of his chair and comes storming towards the two of you.

“You really think some spanish love words are going to make her pick you? el burro sabe mas que tu!” He shouts, and you look back at him in shock. You already knew that one meant ‘donkeys know better than you’ because Nick had taught it to you months ago when you had begged him for a Spanish lesson when you were sitting at the bar.

Rafael scoffs a laugh, rolling his eyes in disbelief at him. “As if you haven’t had countless chances? Y/n isn’t a piece of meat Amaro, she’s not a bone to fight over like wild dogs.” He states, still laughing at Nick.

“Guys what the-” You start but this time Finn jumps in and joins them.

“If you two idiots get a chance then so do I!” He states loudly, getting right in Amaros face.

“Hey back off of her alright, she can decide for herself which of us she likes!” Carisi defends, jumping in himself and shoving Finn off of him.

You’re watching in shock at your favorite people fighting each other like frat boys and over you of all things. It was a ridiculous idea really, this was seemingly a thing of most girls dreams but for you, this was an absolute nightmare come true. Despite your love for them all, you never wanted to be put in this kind of position.

“Hey! Guys cut it out!” You cry, trying to get in between them.

Munch jumps in and you think he’s about to stop them but he joins in the chaos instead.

“If she’s going to choose anyone it’s not going to be you knuckleheads.” He scoffs, glaring at them all.

You watch as the argument ensues, the more time passing, the more physical it seems to get. Finn nearly punches out Carisi, Nick and Rafael are getting right in each others faces, shouting spanish profanities at each other and taking turns backing each other into walls and desks and chairs and Munch is shouting at Carisi with Finn.

People around the precinct are starting to stare, civilians look completely spooked by the scene and you stand in the middle, staring in horror, red as a tomato.

“Hey!” Cragen shouts from the doorway to his office but still, the attraction continues. Finally, after about 2 minutes of him shouting back at them he pulls out a whistle from his pocket and blows it hard. You can’t help but compare him to a kids soccor coach.

“I hesitate to ask what’s going on here. Are you all dogs? Did I really just have to blow a whistle to get your attention?! You’re all adults! Act like it!” He shakes his head, shutting the door behind him with a loud slam. They slowly go back to bickering but this time you’ve absolutely had enough.

“Cut it out! This is ridiculous! If any of you really liked me like I do you, you would’ve just asked me out! Rafael is right, I’m not a bacon treat for you to squabble over. Just stop!” You shout exasperatedly and they all stare back at you, mouths agape in shock.

You barely noticed you’d slipped your secret with how tired you really were.

“Which one of us?!” They all scramble to demand to know at once and you let out a sigh.

“Not the point! Get it together or it’ll quickly become none of you.” You warn, walking away and knowing they’ll be whisper arguing when you leave.

Liv comes to check on you and to voice her opinions and you agree and nod quietly but you silently work out the hunch that you were going to have a lot of trouble very fast...

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uncpanda · 3 years

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Found Out

Prompt: Batmom as a SVU detective

AN: This freaking thing has been in my mind for years. I actually have some -ideas for one-shots with this if it does well?

-Dick shadowing reader

-Dick joining NYPD

-The boys coming to visit

-Bruce and Reader attending a Gala for the department.

-The squad stoping by the penthouse

-Barba getting a job with WE after his final episode.

-Evil Socialites realizing exactly who batmom is, and just how much she could ruining their lives, corporations, the works. Like especially the judge from the latest season who was RUDE AF to Carisi.

Let me know what you think!

For being some of the smartest, most intelligent, detectives in the world, the superheros in your life are fairly oblivious. And on some level you’re really thankful for that. It allows you the freedom to do your job without their henpecking.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the face that you’re married to a billionaire.

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the one to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away.

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big, but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society.

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes.

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in-between them. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them.

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.”

It’s eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.”

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.”

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.”

“So?”

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.”

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.”

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.”

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?”

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.”

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?”

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?”

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.”

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?”

You go wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?”

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point.

“Then we adopted Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us focused on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. You mad?”

He lets out a humorless laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?”

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?”

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home, is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.”

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?”

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.”

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one lifes you’d been forced to take, you tell him about you frustration, you tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished.

“And that’s the majority of it.”

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day.

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons they should have realized you were a cop.

“You work really weird hours.”

“You never wore heels to work.”

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?”

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?”

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room.

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.”

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options.

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m yours.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus is in fact yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt.

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around

You’re in hour three of it, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him.

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?”

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?”

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?”

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.”

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.”

You don’t argue with him “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.”

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.”

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?”

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.”

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?”

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.”

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world.

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?”

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving.

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.”

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.”

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.”

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room full of people watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.”

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?”

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.”

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.”

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.”

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?”

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?”

“Perfect score.”

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.”

You nod, “Let me walk you out.”

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.”

You sigh, life was easier when no one knew anything.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batman x reader #batman imagine #Olivia Benson #sonny carisi #odafin tutuola #finn tutuola #mike dodds #law and order svu #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit #law and order svu fanfiction #law and order svu imagine #dick grayson

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objection-argumentative · 3 years

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Requests are open

My requests are currently open for Barba he needs some love

If you have any requests feel free to send them to me

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gemstone-roses · 4 years

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Anon: would you do a Rafael barba x daughter reader where she gets stood up and the whole squad comforts her.

A/N, thankyou so much for your request, this was super fun to write! alright first time writing something like this, be kind!

Rafael barba x daughter reader

Stood up

You hadn't told your father about going on a date tonight, him being the manhattan ada certainly had its perks but having extensive background checks on all of your friends and potential suitors was not one of them. You knew he just wanted you to be safe, but it was still a little frustrating.

You'd been waiting at the restraunt for half an hour now, still no sign of your date. Just ten more minutes you said to yourself, you didn't want to believe you had been stood up.

The waitress came over and asked if she should take away the other menu and glass whilst giving you a sympathetic smile.

"can I get you anything else love"

You gave her a sad smile and shook your head, and she left to get the bill.

The cold air was refreshing as you stepped outside, you didn't really want to be alone right now and you soon found yourself standing outside the new York precinct.

You were greeted by sonny when you got there.

"what's wrong y/n, you look a little sad, everything alright?"

"yeah I'm fine detective, I got stood up and well I don't really know why I came here I just didn't want to be alone"

"I've told you call me sonny, come on come and have some food with us,"

" oh hey y/n" the whole squad chorused.

"You look stunning" said Amanda.

They were having Chinese looking over some files.

"Y/n got stood up tonight guys! And I don't know about you I just think that's absolutley unacceptable for someone as amazing as her"

The whole squad looked at you in sympathy. Amanda put a comforting arm around you and finn pushed the takeout container towards you with a smile.

Sonny sat down next to you, you got on with him best out of all the squad.

"you'll find the right one y/n, it's their loss they don't know what they have missed out on".

Olivia came out of her office and nodded at you, agreeing with what sonny had said.

"Thanks guys, let's just not tell my dad alright? He's scared off the last 3 of my dates and I don't want him to know the one time I didn't tell him, they never showed"

"let's not tell dad what?"

Oh no.

The squad looked at you nervously.

"Y/n, what happened" he said squeezing your shoulder.

You sighed, "I was supposed to be on a date right now, but they never showed up, I just don't know what Im doing wrong!!"

Rafaels face sofened.

"oh y/n, look at me, you are the most incredible person and you deserve someone who is going to treat you like a queen, nothing less. Its on them who stood you up, you haven't done anything wrong, and if you want I will track them down and if they have so much as a parking ticket then they will have the full force of the law brought down on them,you are my daughter and I will do whatever it takes if it means your happy….

…. And I'll look into their social media, see if there's anything embarrassing, make sure they don't get a date for a while, amanda chimed in.

"we got you doll don't worry" sonny smiled at you.

You chuckled at your father. Whilst you didn't actually want them to do any of that, it was nice to know he and the squad had your back.

#svu fanfiction #svu x reader #law and order svu #svu fic #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba #Rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi #Olivia benson #Finn tutuola

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luna-jaden-shadow · 5 years

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Gamble Your Heart Away

Fluff/Angst

Warnings - Violence, oc insertion, (Luna),

Amanda Rollins X Reader

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She had a problem, you always knew she did. From the moment that you sent to join her team, you were told about it. You didn't judge her, not at all, everyone had their own addiction to something. As time passed the two of you went ahead and broke a rule "never date a coworker". The two of you hooked up after your first dinner date and with that Finn owed Luna twenty bucks. The first time you grew suspicious about her gambling again was when she didn't come home until at least two in the morning. While that wasn't abnormal for the detective, what really did it was the smell of smoke and liquor. When she was questioned by you she said she was at the bar with Luna and Finn. You accepted that as her alibi by the next day after Luna came up to her and thanked her for buying a round of drinks. The day went on, as usual, dealing with a case that nearly got ugly in the end. Amanda as the first one to leave, saying she had something to tend to, which prompted you to leave a little bit after her, tailing her out of your own suspicion and curiosity. You came to a club soon enough, one that you and the team had been trying to get into for a while for its underground casino. You watch as Amanda walks right in, you entering after five minutes. She was nowhere in sight and you felt out of place, especially with the sight of women standing up on their own stages, performing for the people. With another look around, it became clear to you how much you stuck out like a sore thumb. A few people were watching you with caution, large men dressed in suits, guards from what you could guess. In a flash, two of them were at your sides, hands-on your arms. "Hey, what the Hell?" You snapped at the two, pulling your arms from their hold. One of them quickly snatched the badge clean off your belt, making you curse yourself for leaving it on. "Think we wouldn't notice a cop walk in here?" He questioned, grabbing your arm and dragging you into the back room. A man stood in the middle of the room, watching as they close the door and practically throw you to the floor. You land on your knees, your hands on the ground in front of you to stop you from hitting your face. "You guys just won't let up, will you?" The man questions, pulling on your hair so you meet his eyes. A twisted smile takes over his face, eyes trailing up and down your body. "Maybe we need to send you and your friends a message." He roughly lets go of your head, standing up straight. You glare at him, eyes darting around the moment that two goons move in. "Have fun guys." -><- A knock at the door woke Luna up from her nap on the couch, her arm thrown over her eyes. A groan leaves her lips as the knock adds to the pounding in her head. "Go away." She hisses, screwing her eyes closed, trying to fall back asleep. Outside the door, you lean against the doorframe, blood dripping from your face onto the floor of the porch. "Luna?" You questioned, knocking at the door again. Movement could be heard from the other side of the door before the door swung open. Luna now stood in the doorway, eyes wide in shock at the sight in front of her. You were beaten, black and blue, and bleeding. "Oh my Gods, Y/N." She pulls you into the house, intent on patching you up before anything else. Your hands shake as you sit on her couch, probably getting blood on it. Luna rushes back, phone between her shoulder and ear and a first aid kit in her hands. "Yeah, no. Can you just come home?" That gave away that it was Finn she was talking to. She put the phone down and got to patching you up. "Sorry about the couch." You whisper as she finishes up, Luna shaking her head. Finn had come home a few minutes ago, pacing by the window. When asked what happened you didn't give an answer, staring at the blood that was on your hands. Finn was on the phone soon enough, "We don't know what happened. She won't talk to us. Yeah. Okay. See you soon." Finn nodded to Luna, who placed her hand on your shoulder. Soon enough the door swung open to show Amanda, fear in her eyes as she locked them with you. "Y/N," She breathed out, taking in your state before she was on her knees in front of you, holding your shaking hands in hers. "I'm so sorry." She says, tearing up. "I'm sorry I wasn't there." She says, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

#svu #Law and order svu #law and order #amanda rollins #Amanda #X Reader #Reader insert #X you #Gambling #Oc #finn tutuola #Finn X Oc #Amanda X Reader #Amanda Rollins X Reader

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 7 years

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Just Yours - Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen - More than Friends

A/N: Well, we haven’t had a proper Rafael/reader fight yet, so here one is! I know this is long, but I don’t even feel sorry. Please let me know what you think!!! This chapter is set around the episode, Padre Sandunguero. Word Count: 5,140 Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader Synopsis: Jealousy and anger arise after Nick’s father is arrested for domestic violence. Tags: @sergeantdodds, @sweetsummertime99, @evs14u, @gibbs274, @standing-in-a-downpour (Let me know if you wish to be tagged!)

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“Wait your father?” you asked, trying to listen to Nick as he explained how his morning was going. For some reason, your phone was breaking up so you only heard parts of what he was saying. You were also trying to get dressed for the day, so it was a little difficult to listen to him as you changed.

“Yeah, he just showed up. Wanted to go to lunch. Tells me he’s getting married.”

“Getting married? To who?”

“I don’t know. I told him I don’t want to meet her.”

“Oh Nick, I’m so sorry.” You heard him sigh on the other line. “Do you want to talk about it? Maybe later tonight?”

“No, I think I’m gonna go see my mom. Thanks, though.”

“Of course. Keep me posted.”

“Uh huh,” he said before hanging up.

“What did Nick want?” Rafael asked, still laying half naked in bed. You tossed your phone on the bed and finished pulling up your pants.

“His dad is back in town.”

“Oh nice,” he said, putting his hands behind his head.

“Not really. He’s a huge asshole.” Rafael nodded in understanding. “I didn’t know him for that long. I think we met maybe once or twice. Nick’s always had a problem with him.”

“Why?”

“He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, I got that.” You sighed. You had been searching for a particular shirt, but you had forgotten which one you were looking for. “I’m sorry.” You looked back at Rafael and he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Why?”

“I need to go see him.”

“Okay,” he said, getting out of bed. “I understand.”

“Thank you.” You kissed him softly.

“Call me later.”

“I will.” You quickly changed and left for the precinct. Nick had just gotten back from his mother’s house. You were sitting at his desk when he came back.

“Hey,” he said, surveying the room, purposefully not making eye contact. “I thought you had the day off.” You shrugged and looked up at him.

“I wanted to see you.” He laughed, with almost no joy in it.

“Zara’s back.”

“Really? I have like a million things to give her. She could have moved into our apartment honestly.” Nick smiled, and it was genuine.

“I’m sure she’s excited to see you, too.”

“So, I’ll see if Graham wants to see her, too. A little date with her god-parents.”

“She’s gonna be busy,” he said, putting his hand on the back of his chair. You stood up. “You don’t have to move.” Again, you shrugged and sat down on the edge of his desk. You motioned your hand and he sat down.

“Why is Zara gonna be busy?”

“She’s gonna be a flower girl in Nicholas’s wedding.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing.

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “I’m here for you, you know,” you said, kicking his leg softly. He smiled up at you.

“I know.” He touched your knee.

You hung out with Nick in the office for the entire day. You got caught up on work, and talked with him when he wanted. He didn’t want to very much. You texted Zara, asking her how long she was here and when she could meet up. She was very excited, and you were, too.

Sonny said his goodbyes to the two of you, and just as Nick was talking to Maria, and trying to convince you to go home, he got another phone call.

“Hey, Zara.” His face immediately paled as he picked up the phone. He stood up and started walking towards the door. “Alright, just tell me what’s going on.” You raced after him, worried for Zara, too.

Nick floored it all the way to the nightclub. He barely stopped his car as he ran in. You followed as he called for Zara. Eventually, the eight year old came running out with her grandma.

“Daddy!”

“Zara!”

“Daddy! It was scary.”

“Are you okay? Que paso?” You ran your hand through Zara’s hair, and she smiled up at you a little.

“One minute, everyone was dancing. Then all hell broke loose,” Nick’s mother said. Nick nodded and looked at you.

“Take them home, please.”

“Nick.”

“Please,” he said, touching your arm gingerly. You sighed and took Zara’s hand. “Take them home.”

“Call me,” you said.

“I have a huge box of presents for you,” you said, laying on top of the bed with Zara. She smiled excitedly at you as you both colored in separate coloring books.

“Daddy says you have a new boyfriend.”

“He did?” you asked with a smile. She giggled. “I do. He’s a lawyer.”

“Daddy hates lawyers.” You laughed along with her.

“I know. But this one is nice.”

“Is he handsome?”

“Very.”

“Are you two gonna get married?” You laughed.

“Maybe. What about you? Do you have any boyfriends?” She laughed.

“No way! Boys are gross.”

“Yes, they are.” Your phone chimed and you looked down to see a text from Nick, that he was on his way home. “Hey, Zar, it’s time for bed.”

“No, I wanna wait for Daddy.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’ll see him tomorrow.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” you asked, as you tucked Zara into bed. You sat down on the edge and looked at her.

“When will I see you again?”

“Before you go home. I promise. I still gotta give you your gifts.” She smiled and snuggled into her pillow. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You flipped the light off as you walked back downstairs. Cesaria was exhausted and went to bed almost immediately after you came home. Nick walked in a couple of minutes later, and you rushed towards him.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Watching your family. What’s happening?”

“Go home,” he said softly. “You don’t need to be here.”

“I want to be. What’s happening?”

“Nicholas hit Gabriella.”

“His fiance?”

“Yeah.”

“Did she tell you that?” He nodded as he walked into the kitchen. He took a beer from the fridge and downed most of it.

“You don’t have to hang around.”

“Shut up. I know this has to be hard on you- and no, don’t give me that shit. I know you, Nick. Better than most.” He sighed and took another swig.

“I know. And I appreciate it. I’m just going to go to sleep. Liv told me to stay out of it. I promise, I’m fine. Go home. Barba hasn’t seen you all day.”

“He can manage.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you. I love you. Goodnight,” he said, walking towards the stairs. You smiled and walked to the door. You both looked back at each other.

“Goodnight,” you said.

Rafael was in bed when you came home. He had a book in his hands, and didn’t notice you until you kicked your shoes off and they clamored across the floor.

“You been in bed all day?” He shook his head with a slight smile.

“I figured you’d be home earlier.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you said, as you continued to get undressed. “It was kind of a shit show with Nick’s dad.” He put his book down as you crawled in bed next to him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You shrugged and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll hear it all tomorrow. I sort of just want to sleep.”

“Okay.” He leaned over and turned the light out, bathing you in darkness. “Goodnight.” He rolled over and turned from you.

“Goodnight.”

The next morning, Rafael seemed a little happier. He was going down to the precinct with you because today was the day that Nick’s father was going to be interviewed. After getting dressed, and grabbing a quick bite to eat, you walked out the door.

“I thought we were supposed to stay separated from this case,” you said, looking up at Olivia in confusion. Nick was sitting at his desk across from yours, and was looking up with the same look.

“Well, we want Nick to, but we think, if we have you in there he might be more keen to tell the truth.”

“He barely knows me,” you said.

“He’ll remember you,” Nick said firmly. You looked over at him and he shrugged. You frowned at him and nodded.

“Okay? Who am I going with?”

“Finn.” You nodded and met Finn in the hallway outside of the interrogation room.

“So she did convince you.”

“Yep.”

“Alright, let’s go.” He opened the door, and you walked into the room. Nicholas Amaro was sitting at the table with his lawyer, a grim look on his face. That changed a little when he saw you. His frown turned more smug.

“Y/N, Nicky’s girl,” he said, pointing at you. You smiled politely and sat down.

“Actually, it’s Detective Dodds. This is Detective Tutuola.” Finn sat down next to you. “So, let’s talk about what happened.”

“Like my client already told you,” D’Angelo said, leaning forward. “He was defending his fiance.”

“Right, and that’s what she said, too, but we can’t find one witness that saw Javier go downstairs.”

“Drunk people in a dark chaotic room - what do they know?”

“We did find witnesses who saw you putting ice on your knuckles after coming upstairs.” Nicholas tilted his head and shrugged.

“I was defending my fiance. I mean, he had it coming to him. You know what I’m talking about,” he said, looking at you.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I know that Gabriella has a fractured skull and a busted lip.”

“She’s not pressing charges,” D’Angelo said.

“It was the night before our wedding, tensions were running high. You’re telling me that things never got out of hand with you and Nick?” You stood up, and walked to one of the mirrors. Leaning against the wall, you took a deep breath and looked at Nicholas.

“Nope.”

“Come on, he’s just like his father.” You shook your head. “The two of you didn’t even make it a week past your engagement.”

“Alright,” Finn said, “Let’s get back to what happened that night.”

“Come on. I’d never hit a woman.”

“All do respect. No witnesses, she’s not pressing charges, we’re done.”

“Domestic violence is a must arrest.”

“But it’s not a must charge,” D’Angelo said, standing up. You sighed and watched as the two men walked out. You looked over at Finn and he frowned. He stood up and walked to the door that led into Olivia’s office. He opened it for you and you walked in to find Rafael talking with Liv. Your heart sunk and you felt sick.

“That didn’t go so well,” Liv said. You nodded, still trying to read Rafael, who was not looking at you. He was looking in Olivia’s direction but wasn’t actually seeing her.

“We see guys like this all the time. He ducks every question,” Finn said.

“He believes his own lies,” you said. Rafael blew air out of his nose, still not looking over at you.

“So what do we do now?” Finn asked.

“We prep for trial,” Rafael said. He picked up his briefcase, and walked out the door, not saying anything. Olivia and Finn looked over at you, showing some sympathy. You rolled your eyes and walked out the door.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Nick asked, leaning back in his chair. You shook your head and walked past him. The elevator was already going down, so you took the stairs. You ran down them and out onto the street.

“Rafael!” you shouted. He was looking down at his phone and turned to face you. He frowned a little as you ran to catch up with him.

“Did you run all the way down here?”

“Yes, because you walked out on me.” He sighed and continued walking towards his office. “Can we at least talk?”

“What about?” You rolled your eyes.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t know why you didn’t tell me.”

“Because Nicholas was right. We didn’t last a week past our engagement. And I’d use the term engagement loosely.” Rafael sighed and checked his phone again.

“Okay,” he said, stopping.

“Okay?”

“I believe you. But I’m not gonna lie and say that I’m not a little bit upset about this.” He looked up at you and smiled a little. “You should get back to work.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” He nodded and looked down at his phone again, and walked away. You stood awkwardly for a moment before turning back towards to the precinct.

Rafael sat in Olivia’s office for the fourth time that week, looking at one of the people he wanted to see least. He watched as confusion and anger swept across Nick’s face.

“You want me to testify?” Rafael nodded and looked over at Olivia, who was beginning to try and explain things to Nick. “But last I heard, you wanted me to stay away.”

“I did, pero, tu padre, who’s even more stubborn than you are,” he replied, glaring at Nick just a bit. “Wouldn’t take a plea. He says his honor is too important.”

“Well that’s not my problem,” Nick said, standing up. Rafael clenched his jaw and fought off the urge to roll his eyes. This case was difficult enough for Nick, and he didn’t want to do anything to purposefully make it worse for him, but Nick wasn’t being much help. “Well look, there were one hundred people at that party, and I wasn’t one of them.”

“And none of them saw the fight,” Olivia said. “You’re the one who Gabriella made her outcry to, Nick.” She stood up and looked him in the eye. “You’re also the only one who can testify that it was part of a pattern.” Nick paled and stared at Olivia for a minute, taking what she just said in.

“You told him about that? Those were private conversations,” he said softly.

“It was pertinent, Nick. I had to inform.”

“Inform is right,” he said, rolling his eyes. He started walking out of the room. “You enjoying this? Huh?” he asked Rafael.

“No.” And he wasn’t. At all. “But if your father sees your name on the list, maybe he’ll plea it out.” Nick opened the door and looked back at Rafael and Olivia.

“And what if he doesn’t? I mean how do I explain that to the rest of my family?” He closed the door behind him and Olivia looked over at Rafael with a sigh. He shrugged and stood up, fixing his suit.

“Don’t worry about him.”

“I can’t help it. This has got to be awful for him.”

“I’m sure it is. But he’s got Y/N to watch over him,” he said with a little to much spite. Olivia eyed him and Rafael wished he hadn’t had said anything.

“Everything okay between you two?”

“Yeah,” he said, again, too spiteful and short.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He finished buckling up his briefcase and turned back to his friend.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She nodded and the slightest smile started working its way across her face.

“For the record, I didn’t know they had been engaged before, either.” Rafael sighed.

“We’re fine, Liv.” She frowned at him and he smiled just a bit. “Thank you for your concern.”

“Of course.” He smiled once more before walking out the door. He was glad to be rid of Olivia’s judging eyes, and her advice she would surely continue to give. Rafael didn’t need to hear that the two of you should be talking. He knew you should be. But if you did, then you would have to face all of the problems. Right now it was just better to ignore it. Or easier.

As he walked out of the precinct, he walked past your desk where you were talking quietly with Nick. You looked up at Rafael and smiled ever so slightly. He didn’t stop, and didn’t breath until he got to the elevator.

You were ready to actually talk with Rafael, as you stood in his office. He was getting prepared for opening statements, and was currently buttoning up his shirt again. You hadn’t said anything since you came in and the suspense was suffocating.

“Rafael-” You were cut off when Carmen walked in. She smiled sympathetically at you both. She always knew everything.

“Mr. Barba, Mr. D’Angelo would like to meet with you. Immediately.” Rafael looked at her in bewilderment.

“Opening statements are in a few minutes.” She shrugged.

“Should I tell him no?”

“No. I’ll meet him in a conference room downstairs in a minute.” She nodded and shut the door behind her. “I’m sorry,” he said to you. “I guess we’ll have to talk later,” he said with a little smile. You laughed softly and nodded.

“Can I come with you?” you asked. He nodded and you followed after him, his coat in your hand. The two of you walked down to the tiny room, finding D’Angelo and Nicholas standing outside. Nicholas smiled when he saw you and you started to rethink your decision to join Rafael.

“Talk fast, Mr. D’Angelo,” Rafael said, opening the door and following everyone inside. “Opening statements are in five minutes.” You sat down at one of the chairs, still holding tightly onto Rafael’s jacket.

“Well I can’t talk as fast as you, Mr. Barba, but here goes.” You snorted softly and you thought you saw the slightest twinge of a smirk on Rafael’s face. Nicholas paced the room nervously, and you tried to ignore his gaze. “In the interest of sparing his family any more embarrassment, my client is willing to plea to a crime he didn’t commit.”

Rafael started putting on his vest as he said, “You know my office can’t accept a plea without a genuine admission of guilt.”

“Well you have no cooperating complainant. You have no eyewitnesses. I say we drop this down to a disorderly conduct, be done with it.” Rafael didn’t look amused, but still managed to crack a smile.

“Dis-con? He cracked her skull.”

“Hey, I was defending my fiance,” Nicholas said, turning to face the group.

“Please, you think some jury’s gonna believe that?” Rafael asked. You touched his sleeve softly. You loved that he never backed down from a fight, except maybe from you, but Nicholas was definitely not the man to fight with. Especially now. Nick had told you too many stories for you to think of him as anything other than dangerous.

“Well I’ll tell you what. My daughter will testify. So will my fiance,” he said with a shrug. “Am I making this up? No one saw this. Are you counting on my son? Cause there’s something you should know. He’s never had the nerve to go up against his father. Alright? He still doesn’t.” You scoffed and shook your head. Nicholas twisted his lips.

“Assault three,” Rafael said. “Sixty days in Rikers.” Nicholas laughed and D’Angelo turned to him.

“Nicholas, please. You’re looking at hard time here. Please, for the sake of your family.” You flinched when Nicholas shot up. Rafael looked at you and for the first time in the entire week you saw the softness that his eyes usually held.

“I don’t take crumbs. Especially from this,” he said, walking towards Rafael, who stared him down. “This gentleman who wears suspenders and steals women from my son.” You opened your mouth to say something but stopped yourself. Nicholas stared at Rafael for a moment, but neither of them backed down until Nicholas left. D’Angelo followed after him and you stood up.

“I’m sorry, Rafael.”

“Why?” he asked, taking the coat from your hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know, I just-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Let’s go. I want this asshole behind bars.” You smiled and walked towards the door. He opened it, and before you walked out, you kissed his temple.

“For what it matters, I like your suspenders.”

“Make it a double,” Rafael said, leaning over the bar with Nick.

“Tough day?” the other man asked.

“It’s a he-said, she-won’t-say,” he said with a sigh. “No one else saw what happened, and the jury senses all my witnesses have a grudge against your father. Thank you,” he said to the bartender.

“Do they see why?” Nick asked.

“I doubt it,” Rafael said honestly. “He’s sitting at the table, smiling at the judge, flirting with the stenographer, egging his attorney on. He’s got the whole room on his side.”

You walked in at that moment, and came up to the two men. Rafael told you that he was coming down here, and to come if you wanted. You hadn’t expected Nick to be here, though.

“Ahh, it’s the story of my life,” Nick said, leaning over the bar. You put a hand on his back as you walked up and he smiled at you. Rafael did, too, but it was more lackluster.

“I’m gonna see if they'll take a plea for harassment.”

“What a misdemeanor? He fractured her skull.”

“You and I know that, but even if you do testify, he could still walk.”

“But- What are you telling me?”

“You don’t have to do this,” Rafael said, the softness coming back into his green gaze. “I never should have asked you to testify in open court against your father.”

“Are you playing me, now?”

“No. I know what it’s like to have to face down your old man.” You looked up at Rafael, worry in your eyes. He hardly ever spoke about his father. “Mine’s dead fifteen years and my hand still curls into a fist when I think of him.” Your hand went to his back, now and he frowned at you.

“So what? He just gets to walk away? Again?” Nick was focusing on the shelf of liquor, not looking at the two of you.

“It’s your family, your call.” Nick nodded, still staring at the shelf. Rafael stood and looked at you.

“I’m gonna call a cab.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you said. He nodded and looked between you and Nick. He hesitated for a minute before walking out. “Nick, go home. You don’t want to be here.”

“I don’t want to be there either.”

“Go to your apartment then. You don’t need to see your family now.” He sighed and nodded, standing up straight. You looped your arm in his and walked with him outside. Rafael was standing outside, hailing a cab.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Nick said.

“You want to testify?” you asked. Rafael was in earshot and looked over.

“Yeah.” You nodded and went to hug Nick. He hugged you back tightly, squeezing your waist.

“I know how hard this is for you. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.” You nodded. The cab pulled up for the two of you and you smiled at Nick once more. You went up to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight, Nick. I love you, you are going to get through this,” you said. He bit his lip and smiled at you a little. You climbed into the cab after Rafael. He was staring at the window, and for the entire ten minute drive, he didn’t say anything.

You walked up the steps of your apartment in silence, and Rafael walked immediately up to the room that would be his office, once everything was finally put away. He shut the door and you sighed. The talk that you needed to have before needed to happen. It needed to happen right now. You walked up the steps and knocked on his door, even though it was your home, too.

“Come in,” he said. You swung open the door and found him shuffling through past cases and boxes of files.

“Do you have to do this right now?” you asked.

“What should I be doing? Fighting with you?” You sighed.

“Yeah.” He looked up at you, sadness filling his eyes. He took a deep breath, and held out his hand, like he was about to say his opening arguments in court.

“I know that this is hard for Nick, and I know that you two are good friends, but a lot has come out of this, and I don’t know what to think of it.”

“Okay, I realize I should have told you that we were engaged, but I promise, Rafael, it was nothing. I dated Nick on and off for about three years, and we decided that it was what everyone expected of us.”

“You still said yes.” You sighed.

“Yeah. But I also called it off.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because Nick and I are only meant to be friends. We fought a lot, and I knew he still loved Maria. They were on when we were off.”

“Did you still love him when you broke it off?” he asked. You nodded. “Do you still love him now?”

“How could you ask me that? You know I love you.”

“I do, but I also heard you tell Nick that you love him.” You groaned and ran a hand through your hair.

“Yes. I love him. But not in the same way. Not in the way I love you. You still love Yelina and I don’t throw that in your face.” Rafael’s face fell, deeper than a frown.

“I wasn’t throwing Nick in your face.”

“Yes you do. You always do. You get upset when I hang out with Nick any time.”

“That’s not true,” Rafael said, shaking his head.

“Yes it it. You’re jealous of him.”

“I am not jealous of Nick,” he said firmly. “And things between Yelina and I are a lot different.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“How is it any different? Because Nick didn’t marry one of my best friends when I was still in love with him?” Rafael clenched his jaw.

“How is this even related? We’re talking about you and Nick.”

“No. We’re talking about you and Nick,” you said. “You haven’t liked Nick since we started dating.”

“Maybe because you keep everything about him a secret,” he spat.

“Maybe I do that because you can’t handle finding out little details about him.”

“Being engaged to him is just a little detail?” Rafael asked, scornfully.

“No.”

“So you were just not going to tell me at all?”

“No.”

“So when were you going to tell me?”

“I don’t know. Not in the middle of a case where he clearly needs me.”

“Nick always needs you.”

“And that bothers you. I don’t know why. You don’t get upset when Graham needs me, or I hang out with him.”

“You never loved Graham.”

“Yes I do. I love him like I love Nick now. I don’t know why you can’t see that.” Rafael grumbled and you kicked the box near your feet. You could feel tears forming in your eyes, and you didn’t want to go any further.

“Because Graham doesn’t love you! Nick still does!” he shouted. The tears that were threatening to spill over finally did.

“Nick doesn’t still love me.” Rafael scoffed.

“You’re blind then.”

“No, you are,” you said. “You are blind and insane if you think that I love Nick. That I would ever leave you for him. You’re blind because I love you so much, Rafael, and you can’t get passed your jealousy for a man who has long been just a friend of mine.”

“You let Nick treat you like a lot more than a friend.” You shook your head and walked towards the door. You wanted to say more, but couldn’t think of the words. You slammed the door shut behind you and walked into your bedroom.

“Nick,” you said, running into him as he was leaving the courthouse. “I thought the trial just finished.”

“Yeah, and jury is already back.” You looked up at him and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” you said, touching his shoulder. He shrugged.

“Barba did what he could. My father is a liar and he’s always gonna lie. My family just lets him run the show.”

“You’re not like that,” you said. Nick sighed and you motioned to one of the benches lining the wall. You sat with him and looked at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I mean, I know this is hard for you, but-”

“No, I don’t mean about the case. Are things okay with you?” At that moment, you noticed Rafael and Olivia talking down the hallway and a pained expression must have washed over your face. “Y/N.”

“It’s nothing new from this case,” you said. “I’m fine.” Nick shoved your knee with his knee.

“We can talk about it.”

“I know. But I’m kind of tired of talking. It doesn’t usually get me anywhere.” The doors across the room opened up and Nicholas Amaro, his lawyer, fiance, and daughter all walked out. Nick stiffened up and you instinctively stood up. They walked by and didn’t say anything, until Nicholas came by.

“See, Nicky? I’m always right.”

“Okay, Mr. Amaro,” you said, standing somewhat in front of Nick, who stood up now, too.

“What are you defending him now?”

“Come on, Dad,” Sonya said, trying to urge her father along.

“Nick doesn’t need defending, but yeah I’m gonna stand by him.”

“Where was that attitude at the engagement?”

“Alright, Nicholas,” Nick said, cutting in front of the two of you. “You got what you wanted. You don’t even know what you’re talking about. Get out of here.”

“Nicky, I’m still your father, I still-”

“Go.” He sighed and swaggered out with his group. Nick looked down at you and then across the room, to where Rafael and Olivia used to be. They were now a few feet away, and even he could see the tension between you two.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, touching his forearm quickly before leaving. You walked down the steps, waiting for the moment that Rafael would call to you. The moment that he would stop you and apologize and tell you how much he loved you. He didn’t, and the further you walked, he still didn’t come to you.

You made it all the way to your apartment before you realized you needed to go back to work, anyhow. You took a deep breath and pulled out your phone, hoping for at least a message from Rafael. There wasn’t one, so you decided to leave your own. He didn’t usually answer his cell phone while he was at work, unless it was for work, and he wasn’t going to answer your calls anyhow now, so you knew it would go to voicemail.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m gonna stay at Graham’s for a while. I don’t know. I don’t know what to do right now. I don’t know where we go from here. Maybe we need a break. Make sure to water the plants.”

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