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nophunleague · 6 months

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stare decisis: chapter one - novus

novus: latin for new

wc: 1,043

rafael barba x original female character

Quinn Brady glances at the name she had scribbled on a bright pink sticky note, Rafael Barba, she confirms that it matches the name on the door before walking up to the desk of his assistant. She's a beautiful woman, Quinn can tell she's tall before she even stands up.

"Hey, good morning. My name is Quinn Brady. Mr. McCoy sent me," the woman nods knowingly.

"I'll let Mr. Barba know you're here," she disappears through the double doors of the office briefly before coming back out. "You can go on in," she smiled. Quinn thanks the woman and then enters the office.

"Mr. Barba, I'm Quinn Brady, the DA just pulled me over from Queens," she holds her hand out for a shake, his large warm hand covers her pale cold one with a firm grasp. He's intimidating, she notices, arrogant too.

She's attractive, he can't deny that. Slender, only a few inches shorter than him, with freckles covering her cheeks and nose, and ginger hair that compliments those freckles so nicely. Shamefully he admits to himself that having a woman sitting with him at counsel table during trial will also help with the jury, probably the DA's exact thought.

"The DA told me you were coming over, what department were you in?"

"Gangs," she smirks as she places a hand on her hip. Her petite stature always allowed her to be underestimated, especially when it came to prosecuting gang-related crimes.

"Well you've certainly made some enemies then," he smirks, he has too.

"Definitely, I'm sure you've done the same. You have quite the reputation," his phone vibrates in his hand and he tears his eyes from hers to glance at it.

"Well, welcome to SVU. The squad just caught a case, so we can go over the precinct and I can introduce you to them," he grabs his coat from the coat hanger by the door. He passes right in front of Quinn, and the warm embrace of his evergreen cologne wafts through her senses. "I need to warn you about them, they're passionate, and don't understand what we go through as ADAs."

"Oh, have you ever met a cop who does?" She quips, and a light flashes through his eyes. Maybe he's met his match. They share a cab, on the DA's office's dime. It's close quarters for newly acquainted coworkers but they make it work. She’s first to break the silence.

"So where did you go to law school," Quinn looks over, his nonverbal markers tell her everything she needs to know. He's an Ivy League guy.

"Harvard, you?"

"Georgetown."

"Did you stay in D.C. after graduation?” He knows most people do, so in his mind it’s a stupid question.

“For a few years, I bounced around for a while until I ended up in New York,” she watches closely as the yellow cab pulls up to the 16th precinct, the large building home of New York City’s elite squad of detectives.

“Well, let’s go see what they have for us,” they make their way up the exterior stairs and then up the elevator to the squad room.

A short blonde woman is waiting at the elevator doors when they open, she doesn’t give Quinn a second glance, her eyes are only set on Barba.

“We need a warrant.”

“For what? For who? Why? I don’t care what you think you need, I care about what you have,” Rafael grunts and storms past the detective; Quinn follows on his heels. She’s unintentionally led right into the middle of the squad, four other people are gathered around a few desks, talking about the evidence they think they could obtain.

“Barba, great, we need a warrant,” an older brunette woman.

“Yeah, that’s what Rollins said, but why do you think you need a warrant?”

“Josh Casey consulted some telephone attorney based on his cell records. But if it was only a consultation then he’s not a client and attorney-client privilege doesn’t apply. So we need the attorney’s records from their consultation,” a lanky, blond but graying, man says animatedly. Quinn takes in the room, they still haven’t noticed her. Just as Barba opens his mouth to respond Quinn butts in instead.

“Those records are more than likely protected by work product, so you’re not going to get those.”

“Who are you?” a Hispanic man with dark hair asks.

“Quinn Brady, your new ADA,” she studies the looks of shock between her and Barba. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to say that she was joining the team.

“What the hell, you’re leaving?” the brunette woman asks Barba.

“No, he’s not leaving, there’s two of us now. DA’s orders,” Quinn answers for him.

“Brady, this is Sergeant Olivia Benson, Detectives Amanda Rollins, Fin Tutola, Nick Amarao, and Dominic Carisi,” Barba points to everyone as he says their name.

“You can call me Sonny,” Carisi blurts as soon as Barba says his name. Quinn looks at the man’s outstretched hand but ignores it.

“Yeah, right. And even if it is not all protected by work product, whatever attorney Casey winds up with next would probably instruct him to say he thought the phone attorney was his actual attorney. So then it’s protected by attorney-client privilege.”

“AKA, we’re not getting you a warrant. But thanks for the time for introductions. Call us when you actually have something,” Barba smirks while Quinn pulls out a pen and a bright pink sticky notepad from her coat pocket. She jots down her cell and office numbers on it and hands it to Liv.

“My cell is the best way for you to contact me, but I’m also right across from his office,” she motions to Barba as she hands it over. Liv holds up the sticky note and thanks her for it. Barba and Quinn leave the precinct together leaving the squad stunned hi her wake.

“Not only did he just meet his match, but I think we’ve met ours,” Liv says as they walk away.

“Yeah well I think I’m going to marry her,” Sonny smiles.

“And when she finds out you’re in law school and were still pushing for that warrant?” Rollins asks.

“Yeah well I guess that’s not a good look is it?”

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wildaboutmnhockey · 5 months

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nhl siblings fascinate me

#vancouver canucks #quinn hughes #new jersey devils #jack hughes #luke hughes #ottawa senators #brady tkachuck #florida panthers #matthew tkachuk

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gottabescientific · 11 days

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As far as Tumblr is concerned there are 3 types of hockey player: sad wet cat, slut, and bastard

#nhl #hockey #in order we have #connor mcdavid #or #quinn hughes #sidney crosby #tyler seguin #and finally #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk

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stromer · 3 months

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and thirdly, i didn't want him to beat me up

#quinnbrady nation is so incredibly UP!!! YIPPEEEE!!!!#smiling thru it all i cant believe this is my life lebron dot jpg #boybestfriends will always prevail dearest mutuals NEVER FORGET THIS. we can overcome quinn saying brady wasn't his bestie when this exists #brady trying to beat the bodyguard allegations when it's quinn.... you have to laugh you truly do #i actually feel sick to my stomach... they are so stupid important. to me #quinn hughes #brady tkachuk #asg 2024

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anotherhockeypage · 2 months

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HUGHESAPALOOZA!!!

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hugheses · 3 months

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NHL ALL-STARS CHOOSE BETWEEN THE HUGHES AND TKACHUK BROS

#jack hughes #quinn hughes #brady tkachuk #matthew tkachuk #nathan mackinnon #david pastrnak #connor hellebuyck #sergei bobrovsky #elias pettersson #boone jenner #asg24

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stuckinnet · 5 months

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incredible content

#sidney crosby #brady tkachuk #matthew tkachuk #jason robertson #cole caulfield #connor mcdavid #quinn hughes #jack hughes #dylan larkin #john tavares #nazem kadri #pittsburgh penguins #ottawa senators #florida panthers #vancouver canucks #toronto maple leafs #detroit red wings

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m3tth4ws · 3 months

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quinn hughes & brady tkatchuk — all star game 2024 © kevin sousa / getty images

#sigh .........#quinn hughes #brady tkatchuk #nhl asg 2024

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starsandhughes · 4 months

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I Know Places

inspired by i know places by taylor swift <3

pairing: quinn hughes x tkachuk! reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: drinking, use of y/n, mentions of throwing up (not actually done), fade to black smut

MASTERLIST

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Maybe it wasn't the best idea you've ever had, but it wasn't like you planned this! You didn't plan to fall for one of your brother's best friends, someone that was a groomsman at his wedding, it just happened.

You and Quinn kept sharing looks during the start of the wedding reception. It was a dangerous game and you both knew it. Quinn and Brady were best friends, and both of your families were friends— you were terrified that too much was at risk with this relationship.

There wasn't a fear that your families wouldn't be happy about the relationship, because there was no doubt in your mind that everyone would be thrilled, it was the fear that your relationship would no longer be just yours.

It would be theirs, too. It would belong to your parents, Quinn's parents, Brady, Matthew, Taryn, Jack, Luke, and eventually all of the fans.

Your relationship would be under the scrutiny of the public eye. You'd be subjected to hate from Quinn's "fans," and probably your brothers's as well. You knew that some girls online tended to take every single blink as a chance to over analyze a relationship from a player they obsess over. Many fans were supportive of the various WAGS, but there were a few that would be sobbing over the fact that Quinn is taken. These fans are the hunters, and you're a fox trying not to be caged.

Your relationship was fairly new, only a couple weeks old, and it started back when the Devils were still in the playoffs. There was a gap between one of Matthew's games and one of Jack and Luke's, so you hopped on a plane to go see one of them before Quinn got his wisdom teeth out. Quinn drove you back to your hotel at the end of the night and well... things spiraled from there.

Love was fragile. It could burn out. And in your experience, especially new love.

The more alcohol that you put into your system, the less careful you and Quinn were being. There were cameras everywhere, but it slipped your mind for just a moment. You two had been friends for a long time and an innocent touch surely wouldn't be enough for everyone's heads to turn, so you let it happen.

Quinn stood behind you with his hands on your waistline as you moved your hips to the music. You knew they were his hands before you even turned around, you were familiar with his touch at this point. It wasn't until you heard Luke whisper to Jack, "look!" that you had any concern.

"Let go, Quinn," you whispered to him. "Luke is looking suspicious."

"So let him," Quinn whispered back.

"Quinn," you groaned.

Quinn obliged to your concerns and took his hands off of you. He extended his hand towards you instead and lifted it up when you took it, a subtle motion signaling you to spin under his arm. You laughed as he did this, and to play it off like you were just two friends dancing, he called out to Luke to catch you as he spun you outward.

You fell into Luke laughing before you turned back to face Luke and threw your arms around his neck to dance to the beat with him.

"What was that about?" Luke asked you. You internally panicked, but outwardly remained calm.

"What was what about?" you laughed it off.

"Quinn's hands on you," Luke said, as if it were obvious. In his defense... it was.

"We were just dancing, Luke. I've known him forever! I've known you forever and now we're dancing! Is there something wrong with that?" you turned it all on him.

"No, no, nothing wrong with that," he said calmly. He was too smart for his own good and you knew it, but he was also respectful enough to not call you on your bluff.

Luckily, keeping an eye on you was the last thing on Brady and Matthew's minds with everything that's going on around them. As the night went on, Jack was getting drunker and Luke was on Jack duty, so Quinn's brothers were finally less of a problem.

All you wanted was to be with Quinn. If you two were further along in your relationship and unworried about your families, you two would be attached at the hip and having a good time. But everyone in your family was around. Grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles. Everyone. Hell, even Josh kept eyeing you and Quinn. But the wine running through your veins was making you crave Quinn's touch even more.

All the happy couples surrounding you certainly weren't helping. Every kiss you caught a glimpse of made you think of Quinn's lips. His soft lips. You felt your face begin to heat up as your mind wandered too deep into memories of your last time with Quinn.

"I know that look," Quinn said as he walked up to stand beside you.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you feigned innocence. Your thoughts were nowhere near innocent.

Quinn stepped in front of you, dangerously close, "Yeah, you do. You've got that look on your face that you have while we're..." He leaned in close to whisper the rest of his sentence in your ear, "...alone."

You closed your eyes and gulped. He has you in the palm of his hand, and right now was not the best time to be feeling such things.

Quinn's hands found your hips and pulled you closer to be pressed up against him, "I don't think anyone's watching."

"Quinn..."

"Just one kiss," he proposed. "To get it out of our system."

You looked around and discovered that your boyfriend was right. Everyone was too wrapped up with the party to pay any mind to you two. You gave into him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

Quinn brought a hand up to your cheek and cupped your face when you pulled away, "I love how red you get every time I kiss you."

Then it happened.

A flash. A camera flash to be exact.

You began to panic. Once Brady and Emma get all the wedding photos, your secret would be out. There was no chance that you could play off whatever the camera caught as something just between friends!

"Shit!" you said, a little too loudly.

Your big brother was more keen to you than you thought, because you saw Matthew spin around in search of you. Those stupid protective tendencies never shut off for him. He was the oldest. He felt responsible for his siblings. His protectiveness is normally your saving grace, but it was your number one enemy right now.

"I know a place where we won't be found," Quinn hurried out. You grabbed his hand, "Let's go."

You two dashed out of the reception hall, not too fast as to make a scene, but you weren't moving slowly.

You two were practically sprinting through the hotel towards the elevators once you escaped the reception hall.

"Quinn, your hotel room would be too obvious!"

"That's why we're going to Matthew's," he said as if it was obvious.

"What?!"

"He gave me his key to watch because he tends to lose things," Quinn explained. "Your brother's hotel room is the last place people would think to look. I don't even think Matthew knows which room he's in."

Quinn had a point. You were pretty sure if anyone actually saw anything it would be Matty, and his own hotel room was not going to be his first idea of places to look. You immediately pulled Quinn closer to you the second he got the door open. You kissed him hungrily as you walked backwards, only parting when he gently laid you down on the couch.

Quinn climbed on top of you and started to kiss you again. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands gripped your hips, wrinkling your bridesmaids dress between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth when he bit your lip, which only made him bite harder before he tugged and pulled away. He then trailed his lips across your jaw and down your neck. You gasped and gripped your hands onto the ends of his hair, feeling the oxytocin flood through your body now that you finally get to feel his touch.

His left hand found its way under your dress. He traveled up your thigh slowly, making you shudder. His fingers lightly grazed across your silk panties, teasing you as he snapped the top edge against your skin.

"Please," you whimpered. It's been so long since he was last able to touch you— really touch you. Long distance is hard, but a secret long distance relationship? It's hell. "I need you."

"We don't plan on going back down to the party, do we?" Quinn asked you low. You hummed a no, pursing your lips as you tried to keep it together. "Good," he smirked.

Your heartbeat quickened when he reached up a hand to caress your cheek, something he does when he wants you to look at him. You opened your eyes to stare into his greens, completely mesmerized by the hold this man has on you. Just with one touch he can get you to do what he wants and he knows it.

"I want you to beg," he instructed. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows expectantly, and did so subtly.

"Please," you whined.

Quinn tutted in disapproval. He wanted more than that from you. He leaned down close to your ear as he slid his hand up your body to your tit and softly squeezed, "I'm going to need more than that, baby."

"Please, fuck me," you said with more urgency. He was driving you insane.

"Please, fuck me, what?" he smirked.

"Please, fuck me, Daddy."

Quinn gave you a sly smile, "Well... since you asked so nicely.”

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Your naked frame laid atop of Quinn’s, your head against his chest, as the two of you fought to catch your breath. If you were home, at either of your homes, the notion of having to get up and get dressed wouldn’t even have even crossed your minds. And if it did, you would’ve laughed it off. You don’t get that luxury when you decide to sneak off during your brother’s wedding to your other brother’s hotel room.

“Q–”

“Don’t,” Quinn cut you off. He brought a hand up and ran it up and down through your hair, “Not yet. We have time.”

“How do you know?” you whispered.

“Because the world can’t be that cruel to me,” he mumbled, holding you tighter.

Turns out, the world could be that cruel to him. To both of you. Because the loud and rowdy voices of Matthew, Jack, and Luke were coming closer and closer.

You practically dived off of Quinn and started to put your dress back on. Quinn was frantically looking for his jacket before giving up entirely and going without it.

“Act drunk!” Quinn whisper shouted at you.

“What?!”

“Act drunk! Go sit by the toilet and act like you’ve been throwing up!”

You finally caught on to what Quinn was saying. There was no way you two could escape out of Matthew’s hotel room, but you could act like you intended to be in here. Quinn grabbed a hand towel and got it wet. He rubbed it across your face so it seemed like he had cleaned your face off post you throwing up. You then threw open the toilet lid and flushed it, hoping that the boys were close enough to have heard it. Quinn sat down on the bathroom floor with his back against the wall and his legs straight out, and you curled up into a ball and laid your head on his thigh. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were pretty inebriated, so forcing yourself to cry like you normally do post throwing up wasn’t that hard.

You guess they went to the front desk to get another key to Matthew’s room, because instead of a knock, you heard the door click open. Matthew immediately heard your sniffles and rushed into the bathroom, “What’s wrong?!”

“Y/N got super drunk, and your room was closer than mine, sorry,” Quinn said softly, rubbing your back up and down.

“I didn’t see her drinking a lot,” Luke said suspiciously.

“She can be a lightweight if she doesn’t eat enough,” Matthew said, completely oblivious to what Luke was insinuating. He was crouched down on the ground trying to tend to you. He looked at Quinn, “I got her.”

Quinn helped move you into a position where Matthew could pick you up and carry you to the bed.

“I don’t feel good, Matty,” you fake cried.

“I know, Y/N/N,” Matthew shushed you. “I’m here, it’s okay.”

Matthew told Quinn to unmake the bed so that he could put you in it. Matthew gently laid you down and Quinn covered you up. Matthew left to get you some water and Advil and told Quinn to watch you.

“Next time, I’m picking the place,” you mouthed. Quinn silently chuckled and sent you a wink before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You got this?” Jack asked his brother.

“I had it before you got here, so…” Quinn trailed off.

“Alright, alright,” Jack said. “No need for sass!”

Jack left, but before Luke followed him, he stopped to look at you and Quinn. He looked out the door and when Jack was far enough away, he spoke.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Luke started.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes! Happy?” you shouted out, not lifting your head to look at him.

Luke smiled and looked back at Quinn, who sheepishly ran his fingers through his hair and nodded.

“I knew it!”

Quinn came back to you once Luke had left and knelt on the ground to be eye level with you.

“You put on quite the show just to cave and tell Luke,” he said.

“Yeah, well, your little brother is relentless,” you pouted.

“That he is,” Quinn laughed lightly.

“My brothers will make a big deal of it. I want the beginning of this relationship to be us figuring us out, not them telling us what our relationship is,” you told Quinn. Quinn grabbed your hands in his and kissed them, “Just as long as you know better places we can hide.”

“Trust me, Q, I know a lot of better places than my brother’s hotel room.”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x tkachuk! reader #quinn hughes fluff #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #brady tkachuk #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #luke hughes imagine

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nottodayjustin · 5 months

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December 5th 2023 best hockey tweet of the day

#hockey twitter #nhl #nhl hockey #tkachuk brothers #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #hughes brothers #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #hughes bowl

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hunterrrs · 6 months

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oh my god. hang it in the louvre

#SO MANY GOOD THINGS HERE #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #alexander ovechkin #washington capitals #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes #new jersey devils #colorado avalanche #boston bruins #toronto maple leafs #jack hughes #carolina hurricanes #trevor zegras #anaheim ducks #florida panthers #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #and too many more

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nophunleague · 5 months

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stare decisis: chapter two - amarum

amarum: latin for bitter

wc: 1,033

rafael barba x original female character

“Carmen, can you get me the witness statements for-” Quinn starts to ask as she rushes into her office with cup of iced coffee in hand.

“The photographer case? What we have of the DD-5s from the detectives are on your desk. Mr. Barba is at the precinct now,” she explains.

“Remind me to thank him for the invite,” she huffs rhetorically as she enters her office. She shuts the door behind her and throws her work bag on the arm chair that sits right inside the door. Two months she’s been in Manhattan and she’s still getting the cold shoulder from the squad and her supposed co-counsel. She dials his cell from her office phone while she glances over the reports from the detectives. He picks up a few rings in.

“Barba.”

“You’re not seriously thinking about filing charges are you?” she asks and can almost hear his eyes rolling through the phone. Her right hand rests on the desk with a pink gel pen in it on a blank legal pad, willing and ready to take notes.

“I thought you would think better of me,” he smirks and mouths her name to Olivia.

“I don’t and that’s how I know you’re still helping the squad cook up some convoluted plan to get this guy,” the smirk is wiped right off his face, it was like she had read his mind.

“They either do it with legal counsel observing or the start violating constitutional rights with reckless disregard,” he lowers his voice as he walks into the breakroom of the precinct.

“Or you’re there and they violate someone’s rights and then you’re also named in the lawsuit. I don’t think the city’s malpractice insurance covers rights violations,” she huffs.

“I appreciate your concern but I’m doing this,” he grunts and hangs up the phone. She sighs angrily. She’s been co-counsel to Barba for three months and they’ve been at each other’s throats constantly. This time she’s actually looking out for him and he’s continuing to brush her off.

She works the rest of the day quietly, Barba is in and out of his office, leaving her out of the game all day.

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Quinn’s boring and quiet day came to an end later that night while she sat on her couch watching trashy reality television. At a pivotal point in the episode her phone rings next to her, she picks it up with her eyes still glued to the TV.

“Mac, you won’t believe what happened today,” she says without a second thought. As she’s about to continue speaking she’s interrupted by an unexpected voice.

“Miss Brady, it’s Sonny Carisi. Sorry to call you so late,” she sits up straighter from her slouched couch position.

“Oh Carisi, what’s up? Barba off playing poker with the Governor?”

“Actually ma’am, he doesn’t know I’m calling you. But I think you should come down to the precinct. Fin arrested the perp tonight while UC.”

“He did what?” she all but shouts into the phone, she can feel Carisi’s painful cringe through the device. “I’ll be right there,” she seethes as she stands up from her spot on the couch.

The ride to the precinct is short and grueling. Only because Quinn attempts avoids any human interaction as a way to spare them from her anger. Steam is essentially blowing out of her ears as she enters the squad room and sets her sights on her co counsel. Her gaze almost as fiery as the color of her hair. Olivia Benson watches as he almost shrinks into the waist code he’s wearing.

“Are you fucking serious?” she seethes in front of the whole squad, not bothering to excuse herself and Rafael from the group.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, looking her casually clothed self up and down. She’s donned in loose fitting blue jeans and an oversized white button up; like she just walked off the set of a nineties movie.

“I just had a feeling you were going to let them do something unbelievably stupid. And look, I was right,” Sonny takes note of her lack of disclosure as the the actual reason she showed up, he likes to think it was to spare him rather than to make her look good. “I told you to specifically not to do this and here we are.”

“No offense counselor, but you’re not his boss, nor are you ours,” Olivia speaks up removing her reading glasses to make eye contact.

“You’re right, but when we’re all named in the lawsuit for constitutional rights violations; it has consequences, career consequences,” her eyes narrow at every team member. Barba’s smirk is stamped on his face before he even speaks.

“Sounds like you have experience counselor.”

“I was a federal attorney after 9/11, yeah I’ve heard about constitutional rights violations,” she says straight faced. “What do you plan on doing now that you’ve arrested a man with no evidence of wrongdoing?”

“Do what we do best: investigate,” Amaro shrugs his shoulders. She rolls her eyes at him then looks to Barba again.

“We need to talk. Now,” she leads them to the secluded locker room. As soon as the door shuts she’s laying into him again. “How can you not see how bad this is? How did you let them violate him with no evidence? What were you thinking?”

“Okay, I know this is bad, but there’s some compelling information. Fin arrested him in a sterile torture chamber that had been soundproof. The things he said he wanted to do on those message boards are downright awful. And I was thinking that the kids he’ll hurt in the future need to be saved,” he calmly explains while holding her green eyes captive with his. Her breath hitches in her throat before she’s able to blink free.

“While that is noble of you, it is not legal. And we’re supposed to be co counsel and you left me in the dark. Now we’re both in this mess and the DA is going to be pissed. We can’t keep going on like this, you have to loop me in.” She grunts then removes herself from the room with a huff.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #original character #law and order svu #svu #sonny carisi #amanda rollins #olivia benson #quinn brady #nick amaro #fin tutuola

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