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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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This may be inspired by Paul Mendelson’s (Mendelssohn?) personality (and kink) 👀

Summary: You’re a NCIS Special Agent and you’re married to SVU’s ADA Rafael Barba.

Also, I’m not giving info about whether it takes place on NYC or in DC… let’s just pretend SVU and NCIS are in the same city - wherever you want it to be.

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Warnings: possible bombing?

My wife’s a federal agent

“How did the search go?” Rafael Barba nonchalantly asked the squad as he walked up to them, his briefcase in one hand and burning hot coffee in the other. He quickly put the cup down, and walked behind Olivia to grab a handful of snacks. He ate while the squad gave him the latest news. They had been on his nerves to get this warrant, it better to be good.

“Well—“ Carisi started and Rafael instantly tensed. Not a good start. “Technically, we haven’t found anything for our case, but—“

“You’ve been on my ass for the past two days for—anything?” Rafael snapped, looking at Carisi because he was the one talking. He needed to control that, the new detective must feel like he hates his guts. “Be nicer to him, Rafi. From what you tell me, the guy admires you.” You had told him. God, you’re too good for this world.

“But we did find something. We’re not sure what to do with it, though.” Rafael turned to look at Olivia, intrigued. What the hell did they find? And why the fuck was it confusing Liv? She’s been doing this for so many years, nothing should surprise her. “It’s not linked to our case. Come on,” The Lieutenant walked past him and Rafael followed. The rest of the squad followed the movement and for a moment, Rafael felt like they were a bunch of ducklings following their mama. He sighed with the slightest smile at this thought, knowing it would make you laugh.

Liv took him - well, them - to the unused interrogation room. She turned on the lights and a big wood box was in the middle. He stared at it for a moment. “Okay— I give up?” He said-asked, looking to his friend for answers.

“Guns. Bunch of them, Navy property.”

Navy. You. That was all he could think about now. Could he go back a few hours ago, when he woke up with you in his arms? All he wanted to do was to stay in bed all day like you’ve been promising each other for weeks, but you both had intense jobs. You couldn’t just appreciate a day off just the two of you together. Rafael sees you as much as possible, but he can’t help this feeling of missing you. He loves you more than anything, loves being married to you beyond words, but when was the last time it was just you and him? No cases, no duty calls, no unexpected flights to the most dangerous places in the world. You’re dedicated to your job and he loves that in you, no doubt. Sometimes he just wishes you would just be his wife, his Y/N, and not Special Agent Y/N L/N. Why haven’t you taken his name after the wedding anyway?

Oh right, your boss’s rules. What is it again? Never get involved with a lawyer so something? Rafael’s so glad you're a rule breaker at heart.

“Barba?” Liv’s voice tore him away from his thoughts. He cleared his throat before talking.

“Have you called anyone? NCIS?”

“NC—what?” Amaro spoke up.

“Naval Criminal Investigative Service. Are you a real cop, Amaro?”

“What is it? A federal agency?”

“Yeah. They take care of anything Navy related.”

“We already called the FBI.” Liv confessed and Rafael sighed again. He fished for his phone in his pocket.

“Cancel them.” He ordered while entering his latest texts and called your number. You answered by the time he reached the restroom.

“Rafi, love! Is everything okay?” Of course you sounded worried. You and him had so sort of understanding and rules. Being dedicated to your jobs, and yours being unstable, you could go on for hours and hours without giving each other news. He knows that you’d keep him updated when something comes up at work. Just like last month when you had to go on a ship for days. When you called, he knew what it meant. Some days are harder than others, but it does work this way. Especially since your marriage is quite a secret.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine cariño, no worries. I’m actually not calling my wife but rather Special Agent L/N.” He smiled because he loves that. It sounds so right, and even more when he thinks that Special Agent L/N is all his. “Well, I really think Special Agent Barba would sound better, though.” He added.

You chuckled, “Why don’t you become ADA L/N?”

“Hey,” he interjected, “I wanted both of us to use both names, remember?” He reminded you.

“I know, love.” You smiled through the phone. “I’d love to, but for—“

“For my safety, I know.” He finished your sentence, not because he was pissed or anything but he knew this argument all too well. You even broke up after two years of dating after he was in danger because of your job. Worst weeks of his life, but after two years with you, there was no way he was going to give up. He’d been like a dog with a bone until you caved in. “I don't want anything to happen to you because of me.” You cried. It actually was the first time he saw you crying.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. ‘Cause being without you is worse.” He proposed shortly after that.

“Long story short, we have a huge box here. Guns apparently and Navy’s property. SVU called the FBI and I told them to cancel and I’m calling you instead.”

“I—Stay on the line,” you told him and he heard you calling out your boss. You probably had your phone against your chest while you told him what it was about. “Honey?” You were back.

“Sí?”

“Did your squad have it checked before bringing it in?”

“Check for what? A bomb?” A nervous giggle got out of his throat when he said that.

“Yes, Rafi. Did they?” He could hear the urge in your voice. And noises, meaning you were probably activating yourself.

“I don’t—I don’t think so.” He breathed out. “Should we evacuate?”

Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

“Yes. I need you to get everyone out of the building. Without incident, that’d be great. No one stays. And you get out of here as fast as you can, Rafael. Am I clear?”

Rafael saw you on the job only once; when you guys met. It was before he joined SVU, an old friend was in trouble with NCIS and Rafael stuck his nose in it. You, your boss, no one liked it one bit. But the man can be stubborn, and he quickly realized you could be even more stubborn and being sexy while doing so. He needed to have you.

But this was different. A potential bomb was a few feets away from him. Not only him but so many other people. Cops, civilians, criminals. And some people that he realized he actually cared about. “Rafael, my love. I’m gonna stay with you on the phone, okay? We’re on our way. But please, start evacuating.”

He swallowed thickly. “O—okay. I’m gonna get Liv.”

While he was rushing to Olivia’s office, he heard you in his ear again. “Everything’s gonna be fine. Te quiero, mi amor.”

“Te quiero,” he whispered before focusing on the squad. “We—we need to evacuate. Right now.” He said. He hoped he sounded confident and not so scared but he probably failed.

“What?” They all looked at him, confused but somehow they started to move.

“NCIS is on their way. This is not a fucking drill, we need to move! They won’t listen unless you tell them, Liv!”

Olivia nodded and the panic started. This had never happened to the 16th precinct before. There was a whole drill prepared, her officers were supposed to know what to do but somehow, some of them froze when the word ‘bomb’ left Barba’s mouth. “Everybody out! Now!” She ordered and people rushed outside, causing some incident on their way. When Rafael saw a lady on the floor, he helped her get up, and showed her the closest way out. Most officers tried to keep this under control but you can hardly control’s panic.

“We’re just five minutes away, Raf. How’s it going?” You asked.

“Almost all cleared.” He was panting.

“Good, that’s good. Where are you?”

“Looking for Liv. I lost sight of her—“

“She’s probably already out, Rafi. Get out of there!”

“I can’t—“

“Rafael! I’m serious!”

But he didn’t listen. He spotted Olivia in her office and rushed to her. “Liv, what the hell are you doing?” He asked, out of breath from the panic.

“Saving as much as possible, Rafa. Go!” She ordered him but he didn’t listen.

“I’m not going without you! Venga!”

He wasn’t sure what Olivia was doing with her files, it was worrying even more than he already was. He could hear your voice through the phone even if he wasn’t holding it against his ear. You were probably pissed at him and scared as hell, but he couldn’t leave without Olivia. And he wasn’t staying there another minute, so he walked up to her, grabbed her wrist - not caring about being gentle - and bragged her out of the precinct.

Once outside, he saw the squad. “Damn you both!” Fin yelled at them, obviously scared they wouldn’t get out. They knew it all was just prevention, but it didn’t mean they weren’t frightened. A bomb could explode any second for all they knew.

When Rafael put his phone against his ear and asked where you were at, there was no answer. He looked at his phone and the phone call had ended. Before he could ask himself anything, he felt a hand on his shoulder and then arms around his neck. You. He inhaled deeply, taking your scent in. He could finally breathe again, now that you were here.

You briefly held his face in your hands, looking deep in his eyes. You pressed your lips against his, way too quickly, he barely had time to return it and you started to walk away. “We’ll talk about what just happened later.” You said.

Before he could say anything, you were walking into the precinct with your team. You were in a building, where a bomb could explode. You could not make it out of here alive. Rafael’s heart started to pound so hard in his chest, he thought it might stop.

#law and order svu #rafael barba #rafael barba imagine #ncis #rafael barba x reader #svu fic #ncis x svu #ncis x svu crossover #more ncis next time #rafael barba x you #rafael barba fic

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arctichotch · 2 years

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characters i write for

all x reader (but i’ll make an exception for tony x ziva)

spencer reid

ziva david (my love)

aaron hotchner

derek morgan

emily prentiss

jj jareau (?? go with it)

penelope garcia

luke alvez

tara lewis

olivia benson

rafael barba

sonny carisi

stanley uris (aged up)

also im open to doing crossovers between svu/ncis/criminal minds. e.g., reader works for the bau but has the hots for ziva

check out this post to see how to send requests etc.

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yougotthat-write · 3 years

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Masterlist!

Warnings are put at the beginning of each piece. I try to keep things gender-neutral. If they are not, it will be stated.

Feedback is always welcome!

You can find my AO3 here.

Enjoy ✨

Last updated: July 23rd, 2022!

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Rafael Barba (Law & Order: SVU)

Patience (Rafael Barba x Reader) - 2,500+ words

Busy schedules keep you and Rafael away from each other, but good things come to those who wait.

Traitor (Rafael Barba/Olivia Benson x Reader) - 4,500+ words

Even though Rafael Barba is in a committed relationship with you, he can’t help himself from getting closer to Olivia Benson.

Cold (Rafael Barba x Reader) - 1,200+ words

Rafael finds himself needing to leave New York and there’s nothing you can do to stop him.

Tinder (Rafael Barba x Fem! Reader) - 2,400 words

Amanda and Sonny try to find the perfect match for their uptight (and while he would never admit it - lonely) A.D.A.

Treat (Rafael Barba x Reader) - 620 words

You enjoying a treat is a treat in itself for Rafael.

That Guy (Rafael Barba x Reader) - 2,318 words

Rafael needs his daily dose of coffee.

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Law & Order: SVU x NCIS Crossover

United Front (Rafael Barba x Fem! Reader)

Part I: A Case - 7,200+ words

With the rape and death of a high level Naval intelligence officer in Manhattan, America's two toughest crime solving teams must learn to work together. The 16th precinct is wary of the federal agents, but opinions need to be set aside for the greater good of the victim and the country. You might find yourself getting a little too comfortable with a certain prosecutor, but your training prepared you for that... right?

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Nevada Ramirez (Trouble in the Heights)

Played (Nevada Ramirez x Fem! Reader) - 18+/NSFW!

Part I

Nevada Ramirez is making a name for himself in the Heights. But he comes across trouble in the form of you.

#rafael barba x reader #masterlist #law & order: svu #ncis #trouble in the heights

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eidetictelekinetic · 3 years

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Fic Interview Meme

Thanks for the tag, @rubickk7 !

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 115 fics.

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

1,553,954

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3:

The Magicians (TV) (28)

A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin (21)

Inception (2010) (20)

Suits (US TV) (17)

Game of Thrones (TV) (12)

Black Sails (7)

Supernatural (6)

The Avengers (Marvel Movies) (5)

A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms (5)

The Tudors (TV) (3)

The Hobbit - All Media Types (2)

X-Men (Movieverse) (2)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (2)

The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) (2)

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) (2)

X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) (2)

American Gods - Neil Gaiman (1)

Conviction (TV 2006) (1)

16th Century CE RPF (1)

Star Wars Legends - All Media Types (1)

Star Wars - All Media Types (1)

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy (1)

Whitechapel (TV) (1)

Chronicles of Narnia (Movies) (1)

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett (1)

Here’s the list from my fanfiction.net days (some overlap here):

Song of the Lioness

Star Wars

Stargate: SG-1

Harry Potter

In The Forests of the Night

X-Men: The Movie

Circle of Magic

Doctor Who

House, M.D.

Wicked

Law and Order: SVU

Torchwood

Charmed

Primeval

NCIS

Tudors

Inception

Supernatural

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Lady of Rivers and Storms [ASOIAF]: When Lysa miscarries Petyr's child before anyone learns of her pregnancy, her father negotiates a different marriage for her instead. Married to the second Baratheon son, will the future be any easier for either of them?

In the Middle (Before I Knew I Had Begun) [Suits]: It's an accident, when Mike touches Lyla. But everything follows from there. (Or maybe everything follows from the moment Rhi saw the golden tiger and all she could think was how beautiful she was.)

Skyfall Is Where We Start [ASOIAF]: 'At least Stannis won't laugh at Renly if the boy tries to follow him around when he's a bit older and takes a tumble on the flagstones. It's not much, not much at all, but perhaps it's enough to be going on with.'

Robert never loved his brothers, but this is not a story about Robert. This is about Stannis, and Renly, and glimpses of how they might have been different, had they let themselves love each other as brothers usually do.

Breakin’ Out the Institution [Suits]: “OK, so, before we start, a few things you should know about me. My name’s Mike Ross, not Rick Sorkin. I am a lawyer, I just didn’t go to Harvard. But you should hear me out anyway.”

Where Mike is actually a lawyer, a Brooklyn ADA looking for a change of pace, and gatecrashes Harvey's interviews entirely on purpose.

Lay Me Down (Pockets Full of Stones) [The Magicians]: The world spins, and Quentin doesn’t even feel his knees buckle, or how his head hits the wall on the way down. All he knows is the fall into the quiet dark.

In which Quentin survives the events of 4.13 by taking such bad care of himself he never actually makes it to the Mirror Realm. Also in which everyone loses him for a day, and Eliot is Not Happy about this.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yeah; I like getting responses to my comments so I do my best to reply to comments I get.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I had to go back to fanfiction.net for this because I never crossposted these to AO3, but Kiss My Eyes for The Tudors. It was Anne of Cleves/Cromwell, which was tragic mostly because it was historically compliant so a deathfic. Honorable mention, same fandom, was And In That Hour, Charles Brandon/Margaret Tudor and Charles Brandon/Henry VIII, unrequited love for the latter.

Fun fact about the latter, it was the first m/m fic I ever wrote; the deal was I’d write a slash fic if one of my forum friends did a femslash one.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Ha. Hahahahahaha. So, back when I was 17-18 I was working on a verse titled A Moment To Be Real, and it was a crossover verse that, taking all the relevant fics into account, included Charmed, Primeval, the Whoniverse, and NCIS in major capacities. In more minor capacities, the plans for the verse also included Fringe, Supernatural, Stargate SG1/Atlantis, and Warehouse 13. Oh, and there were two main timelines and two minor ones the stories spent time in. Heh. Yeah, that was a thing, yes it was way too big a project and I didn’t finish it, but I truly think that working to juggle all that was very helpful to my later work.

I don’t write a lot of major crossovers anymore, but I tend to just... live in the idea that certain canons can feasibly coexist so when I can do little crossover cameos I like to do them. One recent exception is return to the sunlit lands, which is a Magicians/Narnia crossover.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not recently; a long time ago back on ff.net, I left a comment that was misunderstood as hate (I said something was bad, meaning the characters’ situation, but the author thought I meant her writing) and the author of that fic responded in kind. Once I clarified, they were nicer in a subsequent review. I’ve been very lucky in that regard; I’ve had friends who have had to deal with a lot of drama in that sense.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I didn’t for a long time, but recently I’ve begun to! So far, it’s been m/m and f/f, though there was an intentionally-vague m/m/f scene and I’m... currently avoiding writing a more detailed one because I’m nervous as hell about it, lol.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, actually! Two of my older ASOIAF fics, All the Traveled Roads and I Will Not Fall, I Will Not Break have translations, which is just really neat to me.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

About ten years ago I was working on a joint project about modern day Tudors; never did get posted, alas. I’m not sure I’d be very well suited to co-writing a single story; co-writing a verse where different authors do different stories might work, though.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

God, I have no idea, but I still and always have strong feelings about Sam/Jack from Stargate SG1, so let’s go with that for longevity?

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Moment To Be Real, actually; it’s not so much that I want to finish it as that I know I won’t and I regret it. I have another verse that I probably won’t finish but one of these days I’ll at least post an outline of where I saw it going so that there will be some degree of closure. Pretty much every other fic has at least a faint chance I might go back to it, or I genuinely don’t want to.

What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding and handling the moving pieces of a canon divergent AU. I’ve also been told I’m pretty good with ensembles.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, which is unfortunate when I find myself definitely needing to write a battle, and I suspect is part of my smut hang-ups too.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I have done it occasionally, but honestly I feel it’s usually easier to italicize English dialogue and put the other language in the narration - I think it’s probably easier to read, too.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Stargate SG1

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I couldn’t possibly pick one, really.

Tagging @theemightypen @cosmonauthill @jayneladybright @ofthedirewolves @portraitofemmy @nellie-elizabeth @mihrsuri

#kate writes fic #this took a while!

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mindibindi · 7 years

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Fanfic asks: 10, 16, 22, 36, 43 (one from each section!)

10. Favorite trope/element/scenario in fic?

Well, I have written for/read a lot of fic for cop shows (Mulder and Scully in “The X files”, Kate and Gibbs in “NCIS”, Elliot and Olivia in “SVU” and Gene and Alex in “Ashes to Ashes”) so the Undercover flirt and/or kiss is always fun.

16. How do you feel about character death in fic?

I’m for it. I get off on angst. And I have killed off loved characters. I killed Liz Lemon and Elliot Stabler. I usually write deathfic when I am done writing for a pairing (unconsciously, more than consciously). Of course, it’s best if it is done for a reason, to serve the story, not for shock value or anything like that. This makes me an enormous hypocrite since I have railed against shows I loved that killed off one (or both!) halves of my beloved ships (”NCIS”, “Ballykissangel” and “Ashes to Ashes”).

22. Biggest turn-ons in fic?

Anything can be sexy if it’s written well. Although my mind recently jumped on Alex trying to fix Gene’s tie in one of theglamourfades recent Ashes fics. Anything to do with clothes, taking ‘em off or putting ‘‘em on…

36. Do you like crossovers? If so, favorite crossover?

Never read one. Against them in principle, if not in practice. Not strongly so, I certainly understand the appeal. It just seems to me to mess with the reality of a particular universe.

43. Do you like fluff on its own or in conjunction with other elements (angst, sex, etc.)

I believe there is a place for fluff, as long as it does not get too fluffy (corny, direction-less, OOC). I guess it depends on how you define “fluff” and, personally, I have a problem with some of the ways in which fanfiction is talked about. Terms like “fluff” and “smut” seem to me to be deliberately dismissive. Beneath the humour is a level of contempt or defensiveness about the form. I hope that in my own writing, beneath any element of fluffiness, readers can see me attempting to develop or explore a particular theme that is relevant to the show or characters or both. So I guess the answer is that I like fluff in conjunction with truth.

Thanks for asking, @breakfast-at-bateses (it’s not like you don’t hear enough outta me already! :P)

#fanfic #me #thanks for asking

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 6 months

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The Sounds of Justice (9)

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

Chapter 9

At the top of the stairs in Gibbs’ basement, on the other side of the open door, the chill from the night air was even more noticeable. Your boss didn’t look up from the area that he was focusing on the wooden frame of his boat but you knew that he had registered your presence. Descending the stairs, you made your way to the opposite side of the boat to Gibbs and accepted the sandpaper that he thrust at you.

“You should be sleeping.”

“I can’t.” You confessed after you identified where you needed to use the sandpaper. This wasn’t your first time in your boss’ basement and it was an open invitation to any member of Gibbs’ team to visit Gibbs in his basement and talk through any problems that you were facing. “The what-ifs keep buzzing around in my mind. What if I hadn’t had breakfast that morning? What if Barba’s second-in-command had gotten the dosage wrong? Or what if he decided that Sonny and I weren’t worth the hassle of keeping us alive? What if I hadn’t gone with Sonny to that warehouse? What if Sonny had been hurt worse because I didn’t put together that Barba was the one we were really searching for?”

“What if you stepped off the path at the wrong time and you got hit by a bus?” Your boss questioned without missing a beat. “What if you fell down the stairs just now?”

The repetitive movements of your hand allowed your mind to drift back to the case and concentrate on the facts of the case while your mind absorbed what your boss was telling you.

“I’m disappointed in myself,” you exhaled. “I had all this training and experience from the BAU and from NCIS and I still didn’t see Barba’s betrayal coming. I should have known better when he took an interest in me.”

Gibbs snorted sceptically, “It wasn’t just you that he deceived.”

“Yeah, I know.” You responded.

You and your boss lapsed into a comfortable silence until you remembered something else. “Barba’s now in a federal prison and Interpol has the relevant information.”

There was a slight displeased twitch of your boss’ lips at the mention of Interpol. The less he had to deal with Interpol, the better. Especially when it came to their boss, a former insurance salesman. The dealings that he had had with them in the past were less than pleasant and Gibbs had promised himself that he would do whatever he needed to do to keep the interactions between you, Tony, Bishop, Torres, Ducky, Palmer, Abby, Ziva, and McGee to a minimum. Gibbs was grateful for the fact that you had remembered about Rule 45 which meant that Interpol was up to date and wouldn’t be bothering his team unless there was a dire need. Gibbs hoped that never happened.

“Rule 11?” Your boss quizzed. His voice belied none of his thoughts.

“When the job is done, walk away.”

“Move to your right. That panel needs more sanding.”

Meanwhile, Rafael Barba sat at a white circular table on a hard chair with his hands cuffed on top of the table after his trial in front of the Naval Court. To no one’s surprise, he was found guilty on all accounts. He had to give the officers in charge some credit; they were remarkably efficient and swift in dispensing justice when they learned that two of their own were impacted as a result of his actions.

Regardless of the fact that he had not been there very long, Rafael was still entitled to visits. He tuned out the mindless chatter in the room and focused on his cuffed hands. A shadow appeared on the tabletop and unhurriedly, he moved his gaze to the person who cast the shadow.

“I see you got my message.”

Rita Calhoun settled down opposite him, “Never thought I’d see the day when Rafael Barba sat in federal prison as a prisoner.”

Rafael cast his eyes around the spacious and poorly designed room. He made eye contact with one of the guards and jerked his chin upwards. The guard paled and gave the order for the room to be cleared.

When the room was empty, Rafael spoke again, “Though it is not the same as the outside world, I have a substantial amount of influence in this prison.”

Rita laid her briefcase on the table, “And I presume this is where I come in?”

Rafael inclined his head.

“Then we had better get started on your defence. I believe the sympathetic angle would be the best bet. You will have to assure the court that you are not a threat to society which includes you promising that you won’t seek any opportunities to take revenge on the NCIS and SVU teams that played a role in your arrest.”

Rafael was silent and a calculating gleam appeared in his green eyes that had dulled slightly from his time in prison. While he was afforded some luxuries due to his position on the outside, nothing compared to the comforts of home.

“If the court senses that you will harm Special Agent (Surname)--”

“NO!” Barba thundered, “She is not to be harmed. If anyone attempts to do so, they will deal with me!” He thumped his hand on the table for added emphasis and he enjoyed the involuntary jump from Rita after his proclamation.

“The others are not to be harmed either. I will not take the chance that (Name) might risk her life to protect one of them.”

“I’ll give the order,” Rita promised.

“Good to hear.” Rafael smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, “With your assistance, I’m sure that I’ll be released very soon.”

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 6 months

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I'm midway through writing chapter 8 of the sequel to my mafia Rafael Barba AU. The name of the sequel is "The taste of revenge."

Frederick is a bit of a horny mess and Rafael is a schemer. I am so tempted to make this into a threesome fic.

This is the mood board that I've created for the fic.

#psa #my writing #my fics #update #coming soon #mafia au #mob au #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #female reader #frederick chilton #ncis x svu crossover #leverage references #jim sterling #moodboard made by me #images found on google #credits to the original owners of the images #credits to the owner of the template that i used on canva

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 6 months

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The Sounds of Justice (8)

Chapter 8

The air in Olivia’s office thrummed with tension and the large office felt cramped as Gibbs and Ziva joined the other members of their team in the office. Torres felt like the eyes of everyone in the office were on him as he tapped the keypad and entered the second set of numbers. He didn’t dare look up until he had finished putting in the phone number and tapped the screen to progress to the next stage. Only after the loading circle had appeared on the screen, did Torres look up to confirm whether his hunch was correct or not.

His throat felt drier than normal as by looking up, his hunch was proven to be correct. His usual confidence seemed to have abandoned him as his brain reminded him just how critical the next few moments would be. Additionally, the tracking information that the app provided would also determine the strategy that the teams would use to unseat the mafia boss and bring them to justice.

Torres’ gaze flickered down to the screen. He half expected the loading circle to be present on the screen but that wasn’t the case at all. Displayed on the screen was the mafia boss’ location.

“I’ve got it,” Torres said hoarsely. The location rang a dim bell in his mind but he couldn’t place where he had heard it mentioned before. Fin was standing next to him and when Torres noticed the man gazing at the phone with a blank expression, Torres’ first impulse was to twist his wrist so that the sergeant could see the screen clearer because Torres thought that was the problem.

Fin drew backwards a tiny amount and Torres realised that his initial thought was wrong. Fin had been able to see the screen clearly at the same time that Torres did. His reaction wasn’t one of confusion but of carefully controlled anger.

“You should sit down, Liv.” While there was no mistaking the compassion, sympathy, and sadness in Fin’s voice, there was also a resolve in his voice that matched the type of resolve that Gibbs was known for.

Olivia shook her head, “I’ll stay standing.” She stubbornly refused. “It’s someone we know, isn’t it?” Her voice was softer when she asked the question as if she was afraid of the answer.

“It’s Barba.”

Olivia paled as soon as the words left Fin’s mouth. A closed-off expression appeared on her face but if Torres focused hard enough on the corners of her mouth and her eyes, he could see the subtle signs of her anger. The corner of her lips were trembling and there was a cold intensity in her eyes.

Gibbs took one step towards the lieutenant, “How do you want to play this Olivia?” He asked softly, “As you said, one of your team was personally affected by Barba too at the warehouse.”

“Rule 38.” Torres thought.

The detective closed her eyes and rested her hands on her temples. After a while, her hands fell back to her sides and she squared her shoulders at the same time that she opened her eyes. She focused solely on Torres.

“Will that app give Barba any indication that we’re onto him?”

“No,” Torres responded instantly.

“Here’s what we are going to do,” Olivia stated firmly. “The building will be empty by now. Carmen, that’s Barba’s secretary, would have definitely left. Barba is known for working late. The NCIS team will go in first. I’m sure that I can count on your ability to detain Barba until we get there.”

The statement was rhetorical but Gibbs inclined his head all the same.

“We’ll enter the office after you do. I’m sure that he’ll look to us for support but he’ll quickly realise that he won’t be getting any from us. After that, there are many possibilities. Barba’s a smart, cunning man with a lethal tongue. He’ll say anything to get under your skin.”

Gibbs looked darkly amused, “You heard the Lieutenant. Let’s go!”

Torres reflected on the fact that it felt like eons ago that you and Bishop joked about Ziva and Gibbs’ driving. In reality, it was less than a week ago. The phone in his hand chimed and taking that as his cue, Torres instructed Ziva to turn left. She did so, jerking the wheel in such a way that Torres’ head connected with the inside of the car door. He could feel the seatbelt holder digging into his ear as he pulled away.

“Maybe don’t kill us before we arrest the corrupt ADA?” He suggested.

The agent levelled him with an unamused look, “Do you want him to escape?”

“I’d like to be alive to make the arrest.” Torres shot back.

Ziva jerked the steering wheel again and instead of shooting onto the curb like Torres thought they would, Ziva twirled the wheel at the last possible second and parked the car. Before Torres could beg her never to teach a driving class, McGee pulled up ahead of them.

McGee had barely finished parking the car when Gibbs vaulted out of the car and slammed the car door shut behind him. He strode towards the building’s entrance and the rest of the team, Bishop, Amanda, and Tony had elected to stay behind at the sixteenth precinct just in case, hastened to exit the cars and pursue their boss.

Ziva was in front of the other agents and she saw Gibbs whip around the corner and turn into another hallway. Quietly, she motioned that they should continue following their boss while keeping an eye out for any of Barba’s associates. Luckily for the NCIS team, just like Olivia said, the building was empty. McGee was the last to turn the corner that they had seen Gibbs disappearing around when there was a loud crash followed by a muffled thud.

Fearing that Gibbs could be injured, each of the team rushed forwards to find the door to Barba’s office was open (Torres had the nagging feeling that Gibbs had decided to ignore policy again and kick the door open). From where the team stood, they could see that Gibbs had merely shoved Barba into the wall. Relieved that their boss wasn’t in any immediate danger, the team slowed their pace down marginally.

“Say that again!” Gibbs commanded.

Barba raised his head challengingly as he gazed hatefully up at Gibbs, “You’re done, Special Agent Gibbs. When the SVU team finds out what you’ve done, you’ll be lucky if you are merely prohibited from entering New York and stripped of your role as an agent.”

Gibbs grabbed Barba by the lapels of his coat and yanked him up to his feet. “You seem overly certain of that.”

Barba brushed the dirt and dust off his sleeves before staring up at Gibbs as Olivia and Fin joined Ziva, Tony, and McGee in the hallway.

“Why don’t you ask them?” Barba spat with a smug look on his face. “You’ve just assaulted an ADA in his own office. You are facing a wealth of charges.”

“Not as many as you are.” Gibbs stepped into Barba’s personal space, “Did you forget that you had a hand in assaulting an NCIS officer and are responsible for the death of Ensign Michael Burns? You will be tried in front of a Naval Court.”

The smug expression was immediately wiped from Barba’s face.

Olivia entered the office, “Rafael Barba, you’re under arrest for participating in organised crime, the murder of seven victims, trafficking and manufacturing controlled illegal substances, for facilitating the assault of an SVU detective and NCIS officer…”

If he hadn’t been watching Barba intently, Torres would have missed the dark glower that passed over Barba’s face at the mention of you being assaulted. Torres took no delight in the fact that one of his earlier theories had been proven correct and swore to himself that he would alert you to the fact that Barba clearly had a dangerous interest in you.

The list of charges was incredibly lengthy. It may have been the lengthiest reading Torres ever heard and he had been working as an NCIS agent for quite some time. Despite the reaction that Barba had mentioned when Gibbs had mentioned the Naval Court, Barba remained remarkably calm and that added to Torres’ worry. Eventually, Barba was hauled out of the office in handcuffs by Fin. The former ADA paused and looked over his shoulder at the NCIS team, “Tell (Name) that I’ll see her soon.”

“Keep walking,” Fin ordered gruffly, pushing at Barba’s shoulder to move him forward.

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The Sounds of Justice (7)

Chapter 7

“Torres! Tell me you have an update!” Gibbs ordered as he stood in the squad room of the sixteenth precinct.

Torres’ brown eyes fell down to the phone in his grasp nervously and he checked its progress for what felt like the hundredth time since your call to Gibbs had finished. He had picked the first number that Sonny had given Gibbs and not only did he sense that his boss’ patience was wearing thin, but Torres was also wondering who the second number belonged to and whether he would need to use this app again to track the second set of numbers. The circle was still spinning and Torres began to lose hope that the app would progress to the next stage. He had felt so confident when he suggested the app to Gibbs because he had firsthand experience with the app.

Plus, Torres would be lying if he said that he hadn’t considered the possibility of there being a traitor in the sixteenth precinct, how else had the mastermind behind the murders and the drugging managed to stay multiple steps in front of the precinct? There was another possibility that was tugging at the back of Torres’ mind. His second theory was that the person or people weren’t so obviously connected to the precinct but somehow they had an incredibly profound understanding of the law.

He shook himself. The reason he suggested the app was if there was a traitor connected to the SVU squad somehow, they would be expecting the two teams to use the equipment that they were familiar with. And if there was a traitor, Torres was willing to bet that the equipment had been tampered with somehow or that the report would be mysteriously delayed. Using the Find My Phone app would give the NCIS and SVU teams an advantage in this investigation and possibly be the break that they needed in the case.

“Torres!” Gibbs barked.

Just as Torres was preparing to explain to his boss that the app wasn’t showing any signs of moving onto the next stage (and wasn’t that tidbit of news something he was nearly jumping with joy to share with his former sniper of a boss?), the app moved to the next stage.

“Got it!” Torres cried in relief. His eyebrows contracted together as he noticed the jagged, abnormally slow route that the phone was displaying.

“Well, Torres? What is it?”

“His path is erratic boss. He’s walking slowly up and down East Street but he’s walking in a zig-zag type manner.”

“He’s been dosed.” Ziva summarised.

“Why though? He’s only been following orders.”

“To cover the boss’ tracks, probie. Isn’t it obvious? It would be too easy for us if the suspect wandered into the precinct.”

“McGee! DiNozzo!” Gibbs’ sharp voice cut through their conversation.

“Gearing up boss!” The two men chorused as they rushed to catch up with Ziva. The agent gazed at them exasperatedly. Gibbs brought up the rear. Before he exited the precinct, he turned back to the two remaining field agents.

“Fill the Lieutenant in. Tell her we’ll bring the subject back here.”

Torres nodded stiffly and Gibbs left the precinct.

“Whatever you’re about to tell me better explain why one of my detectives and one of your NCIS agents was uncontactable for the past three hours.” The stern voice of Olivia Benson sounded from behind the two newest NCIS agents.

By the time Torres and Bishop had finished their explanations, they could have been mistaken for thinking that her scowl had been permanently painted on her face and that her hands had been glued to her lips with everlasting glue. Amanda stood next to her boss. Her expression had darkened with fury with every word that the agents had spoken.

“Let me make sure that I understand this,” Olivia uttered, placing her hands on the table in front of her bracing her weight on her arms, and looking up at the two NCIS agents. “One of my detectives was knocked out and a member of your team was dosed with a smaller form of the compound that has been present in all of our victims. So far neither of our teams has been able to find a single thing that connects all of them.

Sonny and (Name) managed to escape and they contacted Gibbs who has now taken three other members of your team to hunt down the man who assaulted Sonny and (Name). But he appears to have been drugged; so even if he is brought back here within the necessary time limit, there’s no guarantee that we’ll get all the answers we need before the chemical compound takes effect and kills our assaulter slash victim. Did I leave anything out?”

“I heard (Name) mention to Gibbs that the man that assaulted her said something along the lines of “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive.” Torres paused as he tried to remember the other part of the sentence that you had told Gibbs.

“And mostly uninjured.” Bishop chipped in.

Torres clicked his fingers, “That’s it.” He looked at Bishop gratefully.

“The only thing that tells us is that the person in charge knows (Name) somehow. We still have so many unanswered questions.”

The sound of an unfamiliar voice cursing, complaining about how he (because it was quite clearly a male) was being unfairly treated and how they would be hearing from his lawyer reached the trio’s ears, “I think Gibbs might be about to help with that.” From the office, everyone present could hear a door slamming shut with an ear-splitting crash. Bishop and Torres exchanged looks – it didn’t take a genius to figure out why Gibbs was in such a temper.

“I’m going in.”

“That would be a very bad idea.”

“Why?” Olivia demanded, whirling around to face the agents. “I deserve answers as much as your boss and your team do! Did you forget that one of my detectives was assaulted too?!”

“One of Gibbs’ rules is to never interrupt him during an interrogation,” Bishop revealed hesitantly.

There was a knock at the door and Olivia blew out an aggravated breath, “Come in!”

Fin opened the door, “Am I interrupting?”

“Yes, please continue.”

Fin opened the door completely, “The suspect is responding to Gibbs and the NCIS team but I’m not sure how long that will continue for. He was slurring his words when I left and I don’t think he was faking this time.”

Olivia’s eyebrows rose as she checked her watch, “Get Barba on the line and tell him that we’ll need his expertise on this matter. If our criminal does lawyer up, we’re going to need someone who can sway the court to see your boss’ point of view. Mainly because our newest visitor will have some newer, potentially harder-to-explain cuts and bruises. Everything that I’ve heard about the NCIS doing things their own way is true.”

Fin nodded, “Got it.” He shut the door behind him and Bishop could see the sergeant making his way to his desk and dialling a number.

Torres bristled, “Our boss’ NCIS team is his family. There’s a lot going on and I get the feeling that we’re only scraping the tip of the iceberg with this case.”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I know your boss is a good man.” Olivia said with a touch of admiration in her voice. She could count on the fingers of one hand how many men in her life she had classified as good men. Munch, Cragen, and Elliot sprang to mind immediately.

Fin reappeared in the doorway and he had clearly heard what they were discussing in the office because as he stood in the doorway, after opening the door, he carried himself with a thoughtful air, “(Name) and I were thinking the same thing. We talked about it when I showed her the break room.”

Figuring now was a good time as any to voice his thoughts, Torres explained his two theories. Barely before Torres had finished detailing his theories, Olivia wore a forbidding stare. Torres considered backpedalling because the Lieutenant’s glare was making him reconsider his life choices and he absentmindedly wondered if his will was up to date. Amanda didn’t look any more approving than Olivia did. As if he were summoned, McGee appeared in the door frame next to Fin with a resigned air.

“Somehow I get the feeling that you’re not here to give me good news.” Olivia sighed.

McGee looked apologetic, “You’re right. Our suspect is dead.”

“How?” Fin demanded shrewdly.

McGee shook his head in disbelief, “I still can’t believe it myself. One minute I was on the other side of the glass watching the interrogation and the suspect was talking and the next minute, he was slumped over on the table completely immobile. Abby and Melinda are in the room now trying to determine exactly how our victim slash assailant died.”

“Move McGee!” Abby’s voice commanded seconds before she appeared behind the special agent. McGee immediately moved to the side and Abby leaped into the vacant space as soon as McGee was far enough away.

“Ma’am, sir,” Abby greeted Olivia and Fin and flashed Bishop and Torres a smile. “Our victim slash attacker was poisoned by the same chemical compound as our other victims. We ran a tox screen using strands of his hair. The concentration of chemicals in his system was four times higher than our other victims. He had to be incredibly strong to hang on as long as he did - I’d be impressed if he weren’t such a horrible human being!”

“Now we’re just left with the problem of identifying who he was working for,” Bishop pronounced.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Abby complained. “Do you think that I would still be here if I didn’t have an answer to that?”

Fin focused on Abby, “Would you ever consider a transfer?”

“It’s a generous offer and I’m flattered good sir, but my home is in D.C.”

“Just thought I’d ask.”

“When our victim keeled over, his arms went slack. At the same time, his phone lit up next to Gibbs’ hand with a low-battery notification. Tony grabbed the victim’s wrist and pressed his finger to the touchpad. The phone unlocked and while wearing gloves, Tony scrolled through the call log. There was only one number in the call log.”

“The number in the call log matched the second number that Sonny listed when he was on the phone with Gibbs,” Olivia summarised.

“Right in one boss lady.”

“Is it possible to gather the data from the calls and replay them? They could be used as evidence in court.”

“I am way ahead of you, Lieutenant. Our machines are doing that as we speak. It shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes.”

“You work quickly.”

Abby bowed from the waist, “Thank you, Ma’am.” She frowned at Torres and Bishop and pointed at them, “I want you to find out why my friend was dosed at all, and don’t feed me any lines about the person in charge wanting her out of the way.”

“On that note,” Tony joined the group in the office, holding a bulging manilla folder. “We found something. The older victims were all convicted in the junior court. Their records were expunged when they turned eighteen and you would not believe the amount of digging that I had to do to access them. This is the interesting bit; I wasn’t the only person to access them recently.”

“Did you get a description?” Fin asked hopefully.

Tony shook his head, “No. The caller used a voice scrambler and a cell blocker so the number couldn’t be traced.”

“Those are illegal.” Olivia shook her head. “This case keeps getting stranger and stranger.”

“What if we’ve been thinking about this wrong?” Fin began. “(Name) and I thought that it could be gangs united under the service of one leader but what if it’s not that? What if it’s organised crime? That would explain the sophistication of their crimes.”

Tony huffed, “Everyone in this office knows ‘organised crime’ is just another way of saying ‘has connections somewhere to the mafia.’ It’s so stereotypical and unoriginal.”

“Why not? It fits.” Fin rebutted.

“Guys.” Torres tried.

“So the other victims were either to get our attention or settle a grudge. Personally, I’m inclined to think that it was settling a grudge and we were never meant to find out about the druggings and cases. The only reason we found out about the cases was because of the Ensign.” Tony stated.

“Which means (Name) was never meant to be in any danger.” Bishop continued. “She was a last-minute addition to make it look convincing and to throw us off. The boss got sloppy or he didn’t know that (Name) had been included until after it happened. This gives us a motive for the dead guy lying on the table in the interrogation room. I doubt that our victim in the interrogation room ate the contaminated food willingly.”

“That means that it's someone who (Name) knows or who cares about (Name) albeit in a twisted way.”

“Guys!” Torres tried again.

“Trust you to use a fancy word like ‘albeit’ McGeek!”

“GUYS!” Torres lost his patience. All of the occupants of the office turned to look at him with anticipatory looks on their faces.

“I’m ten seconds away from using the Find My Phone app again to track down the mafia boss. Just thought you would like to know.”

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The Sounds of Justice (6)

Dutch translations from Google Translate:

Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken? - I'm sorry to bother you. Can I please use your phone?

Je bent hier veilig. - You're safe here.

Haast u niet. - Don't rush/Take your time.

Dankuwel. - Thank you (formal).

Chapter 6

Your awareness returned to you in a rush of thoughts. You weren’t sure how long you had been unconscious. An hour? Two? What had happened to Sonny? Had he been dosed with the same drugs that you had? Or had he been simply knocked unconscious? You hoped it was the latter.

And what did the man who drugged you mean by “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive and mostly uninjured?” You had so many questions and you knew that you wouldn’t get any answers by lying where you were and giving in to the fear that your tumultuous thoughts were slowly feeding.

You couldn’t hear any indicators that anyone was in the room with you but to be absolutely positive, you cracked an eye open as silently as you dared. Your vision was blurry however that cleared within two heartbeats and with your opened eye, you looked in front of you. You opened your other eye and looked to the left and the right before examining the area behind you.

Fortunately, there was nobody there. You took note of your surroundings and after it registered that you were apparently still in the warehouse, you braced yourself on your knees and stood up. Your legs trembled alarmingly and you seriously thought that you were going to fall. Your fear returned and it was stronger this time.

“Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear.” You breathed. Whispering the quote from Mark Twain helped to distract your brain from the sense of fear that you were feeling and your breathing eased.

You mouthed the words of the quote twice more before you felt composed enough to begin making your way around the warehouse to search for Sonny. All the lessons from the NCIS training that you experienced as a probationary agent came whooshing back. You moved quietly back the way you had come and you spied yours and Sonny’s weapons discarded in front of the locked warehouse doors.

As you drew closer to them, you noticed a familiar shape lying between you and the weapons starting to stir.

“Sonny.” You uttered in a quiet exhale.

The detective let out a groan and then promptly covered his mouth. His blue eyes darted around the warehouse jerkily and he sagged in relief when he noticed that you were the only other person in the warehouse.

“Are you hurt?” He questioned quietly.

Your admiration and respect for the man grew. He was just knocked out and his first question was about your welfare. You shook your head, “I know how the victims are drugged. They did it to me but I think it’s mostly worn off. Either that or I was given a lower dose. Our attacker said something about his boss wanting me alive and mostly uninjured. Did he…?”

Sonny knew you meant your attacker. He was about to respond to your question when the both of you heard a car door slam and footsteps approach the entrance to the warehouse. Sonny put a finger to his lips and looked longingly at his gun that was lying a few centimetres away. You understood his desire to scoop up his gun but neither of you could risk making any sound and grabbing your guns to arm yourself might draw the attacker’s attention to you. And that would lead to an even worse scenario than the situation you and Sonny found yourselves in.

A voice reached your ears and you realised that your assailant had stopped on the other side of the door. You heard him rattle off two sets of numbers in another language and you wished you understood what they were. Because of your time with Tony, you were able to identify some of the numbers and the fact that your assailant was counting in Italian.

“After we solve this case, I’m gonna bribe Tony to teach me Italian. If that doesn’t work; I’ll teach myself.”

You looked over at Sonny and watched as his hand traced shapes on the cold concrete. With a sudden burst of clarity, you inferred that Sonny could communicate in Italian and he was tracing the numbers on the concrete so that they would stick in his memory.

Then the numbers became words and the words became a one-sided conversation. They sounded different as if the assailant had switched languages. You watched as Sonny mouthed the words as your assailant said them. You sent up a prayer of thanks to any deity that was listening for pairing you and Sonny together on this mission.

The conversation stopped and you switched your gaze from Sonny to your guns that were lying just out of reach. Again, you fought the temptation to grab them. You waited for any sound that would give you a clue as to what was happening on the other side of the door and then finally, you heard a car door creaking open, slamming shut and an engine starting.

You waited a few more heartbeats and listened as the sound of the car grew softer and softer. Throwing caution to the winds, your arm snapped forwards and you snatched the pistols from the ground.

You closed your eyes and breathed out a disappointed sigh as you felt how light they were. “He took out the bullets,” you groaned as you handed Sonny his pistol.

“And we left our phones back at the station,” Sonny chimed in.

“Perfect.” You grimaced, flexing your right leg. Something hard pressed against your right ankle. It took far too long for you to remember what it was but when you did, a plan started forming in your mind.

You pulled up the right leg of your pants and pulled down your sock. “Saving the day as always, boss.” You grinned as you gripped the hilt of your hidden knife.

“Your boss encourages you to hide a knife on your body?” Sonny asked in amazement.

“It’s Rule 9.” You answered.

“Of course.” Sonny said wryly, rolling his eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

Next, you checked your gun, “Our attacker left the firing pin in.” Your grin grew broader as you removed the pin.

Cottoning on to your plan, Sonny stood up and walked over to the doors. There was a small gap that was letting some light in and you could see a heavy padlock hanging on a metal chain in the middle of the two doors. Sonny slid his hand through the gap and grabbed the padlock. He angled it towards you and you were about to use your knife and firing pin when Sonny offered you the firing pin from his gun.

“This might work better.”

Touched by his gesture, you hid the knife behind your sock again and rolled down your pant leg before accepting the offered object.

“So did your boss teach you how to pick locks too?” Sonny asked.

“No. Another agent did that.” You responded as you remembered Kate. Thanks to her lessons, it didn’t take you long to pick the lock and once the lock was open, you unhooked the padlock and detangled the chain. With a strong push from Sonny, the doors swung open and the two of you stumbled into the fading sunlight.

Sonny held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, “I’d say we’ve got about two hours before sunset.” He estimated and then he looked around the street. “Not much is open but I know that there’s a Dutch restaurant one block from here. The only problem might be the language barrier. The owners are on the older side and because they’re not technically open for business yet, they may not talk in English, only Dutch.”

“That’s not a problem. We’ll head there. You just keep concentrating on what you overheard while our assailant was talking.”

Sonny directed you to the Dutch restaurant and just as he predicted, the elderly couple that ran the place answered the door and greeted you both in Dutch.

Their eyes lit up when you responded in the same language and they beckoned you in, ushering you to a booth. They murmured about how you didn’t look well.

“Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken?” You asked.

The man nodded and brought you their phone. He then disappeared into the kitchen while the lady sat down in the same spot that her husband did. Your fingers shook as you tried to dial Gibbs’ number. Noticing this, the woman spoke.

“Je bent hier veilig.” She assured you. “Haast u niet.”

Exhaling, you tried to dial Gibbs’ number again. This time your fingers cooperated and the call went through.

“Gibbs.”

“Boss.” You were so relieved that you thought you would burst.

“Where the hell are you Agent? Abby’s been trying to reach you and Carisi! She figured out that the drug is a chemical compound of synthetic alcohol and Doxacurium! You left your phones here and then you and Carisi went off the grid.” You winced at the reminder that you had left your phones behind and you had unthinkingly broken Rule 3 while Sonny had unknowingly broken it.

“We took the call about another potential victim but we were ambushed at the warehouse. Sonny was knocked out and his attacker force fed me some drugged lollies. I’m pretty sure that the drug has almost completely left my system.”

You could picture the expression on your boss’ face. Worry would have transformed into rage the second you mentioned you and Sonny being ambushed. His mouth would be set in a thin line and he would have glared at everyone to be quiet as he listened to what you had to say.

“After I came to we realised that the doors were chained and locked shut so I picked the lock using the firing pins from our guns. Our attacker took out the bullets and left the empty guns in the warehouse with us. I’m going to put Sonny on the phone. Our assailant spoke Italian as he dialled a number on his phone and then he had a conversation in another language.”

“It was Spanish,” Sonny added helpfully as you handed him the phone. Needing no prompting, Sonny launched into the translated version of the conversation that he’d overheard after explaining to Gibbs that while he can communicate fluently in Italian and was able to identify the numbers that your attacker muttered as he dialled (Sonny relayed those to Gibbs), he could only get most of the conversation not the finer points due to some words being different.

As Sonny talked, the man came back from the kitchen holding two glasses of Kwast and some bread rolls with butter. He put the glasses along with sandwich plates and forks and knives in front of you and Sonny and looked at you two watchfully as Sonny hung up the phone.

Judging by the expression that Sonny wore, he understood that now was the time to thank his hosts and eat and drink. You received the same message.

Sonny leant over to you, “How do you say thank you in Dutch?”

“The best word to use in this context would be Dankuwel.” You whispered back.

The two of you spoke at the same time “Dankuwel.”

“Not bad.” The man commented. “You speak Nederlands well.” He said to you. “You,” he faced Sonny. “Need some more practice. Keep at it.”

“Eat. Drink.” His wife commanded severely. “We will keep an eye on you.”

She and her husband left the two of you alone and Sonny looked at the two of them nervously as they stood at the counter.

“What did Gibbs say?” You asked, taking a sip of your Kwast. The hot beverage slid down your throat easily and you hummed at the honey and lemon flavours.

“He told me to tell you that we should sit tight. They’re gonna track the numbers. I heard Torres in the background talking about using an app called “Find My Phone.” Apparently it works even if the phone is off.”

“It does.” You confirmed. “I’ve used it in the past.”

“Gibbs was quiet when I was talking.” Sonny revealed. “Is that a bad sign?”

“That means he’s processing. He usually gets like that before an interrogation.”

“Let me guess. You have a rule for not interrupting your boss during an interrogation.” Sonny took a long sip of his Kwast and looked at the glass in shock. You chuckled at his surprised expression.

“I wasn’t expecting it to taste like this.” Sonny divulged. “I meant it in a good way. It’s sweet and pleasant.” He added when he saw the look on your face.

“To answer your question, yes. That’s Rule 22.”

“Maybe I should start creating my own set of rules.”

“Sounds like a plan. You already know my first one.”

“And now I’ve got mine. Never go on a callout without eating something first.” Sonny used a knife to cut a roll in half and he used the same knife to butter the halves of the roll before lifting it to his mouth and taking a bite.

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The Sounds of Justice (5)

Chapter 5

“How’s it going Abby?” You asked stepping into the space that she had claimed as her lab.

Your friend and colleague turned to face you and winced, “You look terrible!” She proclaimed.

“I feel terrible. We got fifteen different calls last night about four new victims.”

“Four?!” Abby echoed.

“Four.” You confirmed. “Ducky and Palmer are doing the autopsies now but so far nothing. Aside from the fact that they appear to have died in the same manner, there’s nothing connecting them. Even then, that’s thin because two of the bodies we found last night were two young men who appeared to have run in two completely different directions for no discernible reason. One went south and the other one went east.”

“That’s weird.”

“It gets better. Or worse. Depending on your point of view. The two young men that I just mentioned?” Abby nodded, “They accosted Rafael and I yesterday when we went for a walk.”

“Rafael?”

“Rafael Barba. He’s the ADA that works alongside the SVU squad.”

“An Assistant District Attorney. Bet Gibbs loooved that.”

“It went over like a lead balloon.” You agreed.

“Did you tell Gibbs about your connection to those men?”

You shot your friend an are-you-serious-look, “Of course I told him. I really thought he was going to Rule 10 me.”

“But he didn’t. That’s probably because it wasn’t that much of a connection.”

“Maybe.” You said non-committedly.

“Do you want a sip of my Caf-Pow?” Abby asked, holding the oversized cup out to you.

“No thanks Abby. I need to be alert not bouncing off the walls and seeing pink floating elephants. I had some breakfast even though I didn’t feel particularly hungry.”

“Suit yourself.” She turned back to her machines and put her Caf-Pow down.

“Should I worry that Gibbs was able to get that here?”

“I’d be more concerned with this case.” Your boss voiced as he entered the lab. “What have you got for me Abs?”

“So far the only thing that these victims have in common aside from having their lives cut short unexpectedly was a chemical compound in their systems. I’m working on isolating the chemicals but it’s gonna take time.” Abby was tapping the keys of the machine closest to her as she spoke.

“This chemical compound was present in our Ensign?”

Abby nodded, “Same dose but it had a smaller effect on him and that’s how he was able to drive as far as he did. What I don’t know is why it affected him less.”

“Did he have any food in his system?” You suggested.

Abby paused in her typing, “Possibly. That’d be a question for Ducky though.”

Gibbs turned to you expectantly, “On it boss.” You commented reluctantly as nausea bubbled in your stomach. You tried to avoid the ME’s office as much as you could not because you didn’t like Ducky or Palmer’s company but because you found their work a bit confronting.

“(Surname)!” Gibbs called and biting down on your impatience about getting your visit to the ME’s office done as quickly as possible, you turned back to face your boss.

“Ducky and Palmer have finished the autopsies and the bodies are in storage.”

You felt some of the tension leave your body, “Thanks boss.” You exhaled in relief.

Moments later, you strode into the ME’s office, “Ah, Miss (Surname). I was wondering when you would visit us.”

“It took some persuading.” You admitted.

“Yes, I’m well aware of how forceful Jethro can be. What can we do for you?”

“Our Ensign.”

“Ah yes, Mister Michael Burns.”

“Did he have any food in his stomach or his intestines?”

Ducky thought for a moment, “As a matter of fact, he did. He had chunks of yoghurt in his large intestine. If I had to guess the flavour, I would say that it was banana.”

“Thank you Ducky! I’ll run that--”

The doors to the ME’s office burst open and you came face to face with Sonny. “Phone call two blocks from here. Lieutenant thinks that it was the victim because he was slurring his words and muttered something about losing feeling in his left side.”

“Let’s go!” You replied matching his intensity. You paused and turned back to Ducky, “Ducky could you…?”

The ME held up his hand, “I’ll pass the message along to Abigail.” He promised.

“Thank you!” You called as you and Sonny dashed out of the office.

Sonny was able to cover more distance than you due to his long legs but you didn’t have time to dwell on that or give into your feelings of envy because you were too focused on reaching the next casualty before it became fatal.

Two minutes later, Sonny skidded to a halt in front of an abandoned building. The two of you glanced at each other and if you could, you knew that you would have both spoken the same sentence about wondering why it was always abandoned warehouses or apartments.

The both of you unholstered your weapons and announced yourselves. There was no answer.

“I hope that doesn’t mean that we’re too late.” You thought.

You and Sonny entered the warehouse at the same time. It was just as unappealing inside as it was outside. It was drafty and the paint was peeling from the walls. The curtains hung limply in tatters and the old machines were covered in layers of dust and cobwebs. There were a few windows, so you and Sonny carefully manoeuvred around those to keep out of sight. Thankfully, the warehouse only appeared to have one floor.

Sonny motioned that he was going to stay around this area and check it. You nodded to show that you had understood his message and silently you crept forwards. As you moved deeper into the warehouse, you could hear Sonny calling out “clear” every so often.

You turned to look behind a pillar and thought you heard a thud. Straightening up, you peered in the direction that you had come from. You stepped in the direction that you last seen Sonny and then you felt someone’s breath on your neck.

A hand wrapped around your head and shoved a handful of lollies in your mouth. Your eyes widened in fear as your tastebuds registered an artificial taste underneath the fruity flavours of the lollies. It tasted almost alcoholic. The hand across your mouth tilted your head upwards and you unwillingly and reflexively swallowed the lollies. Your vision dimmed alarmingly quickly and the last thing you heard before you went limp in your captor’s grasp was a clear voice with a mocking tone saying, “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive and mostly uninjured.”

Then your vision went completely black and you passed out.

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