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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Under Over Masterlist

Joe Velasco x fem!reader Warnings: all tagged appropriately at the tops of all chapters. But story will contain alcohol consumption, language, eventually smut, probably some angst cause it's me let's be serious. And the usual SVU type cases, situations/sex rings/trafficking and the like (nothing too explicit or harsh, but just the general going ons.)

Summary: Joe's working with his new team at SVU who has been investigating specific sex rings and trafficking on and off for years as they come and go throughout their jurisdiction. When they finally find an in with The Manhattan Elite, Joe gets put undercover as one of the bodyguards for the girls, so to speak. That's when he meets you. You appear to be relatively high up in the chain of command, but he's still worried about you being too deep in with the ring to be pulled out at this point. He takes a soft spot to you, wanting to make sure you get a fulfilling and successful life, a second chance at freedom, not to mention he's doing everything in his power to not fall for your charms. There's something about the pretty boy that you simply can't seem to resist, and the entire sexually charged situations you continue to find yourselves in is just not helping.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8**

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12**

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17**

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23**

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Series Completed!

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heritageposts · 6 months

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I'm reading about how Israel, in the immediate aftermath of the 1948 Nakba, deliberately replaced olive trees and other indigenous flora with European plants. This ecological disaster, which is now proudly hailed under the banner of 'making the desert bloom,' was done to 'de-Arabize' the landscape, and to cover up - often with fast-growing European pine trees -the ruins of Palestinian villages that were destroyed by Zionists forces.

And I just need everyone to read this passage from Pappé, because the symbolism of what happened to those European pine trees in the desert speaks for itself:

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 227-228.)

#free palestine #israel #gaza #this is under ch 10 'The Memoricide of the Nakba' - > 'Virtual Colonialism and the JNF'#''olive trees had popped up in defiance of the alien flora planted over them fifty-six years ago.''

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mumblesplash · 4 months

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i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

#anyway yeah i have this whole idea in my head about mumbo’s friendship with grian from a characterization standpoint #bc i agree with the somewhat? common consensus that being friends with mumbo has made grian softer and friendlier over time #but i don’t think it was in a ‘reflecting back the kindness he’s being shown’ way #i think it’s because the more harsh and chaotic you try to be towards mumbo the more you feel ineffectual and out of control #and grian can’t handle it so he slowly becomes nicer until he feels like they’re on equal footing again #like don’t get me wrong i think they genuinely are good friends #and i don’t think this is necessarily something mumbo is doing on purpose #but i think the power dynamic going on under the surface is much more bizarre and weighted in mumbo’s favor than it seems at first glance #mumbling

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odinsblog · 1 month

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The crew of a massive container ship that crashed into the Francis Scott Key bridge in Baltimore early Tuesday warned of power issues before the collision, which caused the bridge to collapse into the frigid Patapsco River, officials said.

Maryland Gov. Wes Moore said the warning from the ship’s crew likely saved lives.

“We’re thankful that between the mayday and the collapse, that we had officials who were able to begin to stop the flow of traffic so more cars were not on the bridge,” Moore said. He called those officials heroes.

Moore noted that the bridge was up to code at the time of the collapse. He said the collapse was a “shocking and heartbreaking” event for the people of Maryland who have used the bridge for 47 years.

(continue reading)

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loumands · 1 year

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I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw or a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently

#the way some people (usually lestat fans lol) talk about louis being an unreliable narrator has frustrated me #i still insist louis' unreliableness is mostly subtle (passing quickly over things he doesn't want to think about #presenting things that factually happened in a way he can build a story that makes sense to him #not knowing what lestat is thinking and feeling so interpreting him differently than lestat himself probably would)#rather than he's telling something that didn't really happen or is under armand's mind control or something #like for example i think it's been made very clear all the abuse really happened they're not gonna suddenly pull the rug from under it #if anything i feel lestat is going to turn out to be even worse than louis perceived him when we hear people who are not in love w him lol #keanu.txt

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inkskinned · 10 months

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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

#where's the word woman in this u might wonder if u suck #good news i am nonbinary and have a uterus so that is something that can happen #im also gender fluid tho which means im immune to certain psychic damage bc if u call me a woman i'll be like <3 okay <3 #writeblr #the tightrope of ''ppl need access to this''#and like also #''what the fuck is going on over there'' is like. so difficult as an activist #i was <3 punctured <3 during mine #and almost bled out on the table :) they didn't have anyone standing by bc it's ''just a little insertion''#so i started crashing and i vaguely remember apologizing for the fuss as i heard my heart rate monitor start going <3 tachycardic <3 #she wasn't even a bad doctor tbh #ps btw the reason i even HAD a heart monitor is that i have a genuine heart condition and they knew GOING IN that there was a chance #i'd crash on the table #like my heart just likes to do fun little tricks and <3 stop working <3 (i do not want to discuss the specifics ty i am okay im ontop of it #and they were like 'oh u will be fine' and then she did do a puncture thru my uterus . pop!#and im sitting there dizzy and feeling my heartrate start to drop bc it feels almost. beautiful. like. the whole ground just #woosh! out from under you. and shit is like grey's anatomy. i'm looking up at her grey eyes #she's old she wears this nice shawl she's like got Cool Lesbian vibes and people are sprinting into the room #from other parts of the clinic unrelated to me. while the monitor is like a little aria singing #and shes like hey youre okay stay awake stay with me something went wrong we have to keep trying #and i remember thinking - i was trying to think of nice things. i have so many beautiful places that now overlap #with this terrible memory #i became dimly aware that there was too much on her wrists and hands. like #that was too many liters #and then when they had finished all this. i packed up and drove myself home #i have had (bad thing) happen to me. and the same feeling happened after #that numb almost lamblike bleating. you cry without noise. like. ur body is so shocked and ur mind so empty #you just stare at the road and everything everything is happening behind glass and static and you are standing so far away from it #while you hold ur hands at 10 and 2. and something in ur brain is SCREAMING at you - IT WAS BAD AND IT SHOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED #and ur just watching the alarms in your body going off and youre thinking. a little pinch! ha. i think i just lost something important.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Under Over Ch 16

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, regular cop/SVU talk. Italicized chunk is a flashback.

Bright and early the next morning Joe was up and packing, not that he could help it, he barely slept past sunrise anymore no matter how late the night. It didn’t take him long to get everything of his gathered, he felt a pain in his chest when he found your dress in his laundry, tossing into his bag to make sure NYPD didn’t find it instead. He managed to swing by his actual apartment for a quick shower before hopping on his bike to get to the precinct. Despite Liv giving him the extra hour, he would still get in right as they were starting around nine.

He gave a quick wave to the squad as he entered the bull pen, recognizing Phoebe Baker sitting on the edge of Fin’s desk, unsurprised since she was the head of South Vice and married to Fin. He dropped his bag at his desk and made his first move of the day into the breakroom to grab a much needed coffee. There was someone else in the room already, but she had her back to him and he figured she was another member of the Vice squad. She barely glanced up at him as he pulled down a mug, focussed on fixing her own coffee as he poured his out from the pot.

“What? I don’t even get a good morning, pretty boy?”

His coffee mug clattered to the counter as his head shot up towards your voice, his heart leapt into his throat at the sight of you in front of him, little grin on your cheeks. You were in dark jeans and a pale blue shirt, hair pulled back in a low bun and your face with minimal makeup. It was a far cry from what he usually saw you dressed in and no wonder he didn’t recognize you at first. Though the most noticeable and concerning part of your appearance was the split lip and bruised cheekbone. He stared at you for a minute, thinking this was some kind of illusion from lack of sleep until you chuckled and he knew you were real. Suddenly he reached out, hastily tugging you towards him and you let out a little squeak as he buried you in his arms, tucking your head under his chin and your arms wound around him.

“Oh my god…” he murmured into your hair, “you’re not dead…” He held you for a moment, relishing in the feeling of your body against his once again, doing his ultimate best to not kiss your head, knowing the squad could potentially see you.

“I most certainly am not dead.” You replied, pulling slightly out of the embrace. Joe dropped his arms from around you, one coming up to gently tilt your chin to the side so he could inspect your face, his lips forming a frown as he did so.

“What happened?”

You let out a little laugh, your eyes ducking from his briefly before returning, your cheeks heating but before you could actually answer, Phoebe did for you as she swept through the doorway.

“She’s fine, she just walked into a car door.”

“More like you opened a car door into my face.” You fired back and she laughed.

“You are somehow simultaneously the best and the clumsiest one that I have.”

“Wait…” Joe looked between the two of you, his brow furrowing. He’d originally assumed you’d been there to make a statement, a witness that Vice had managed to scoop up when he couldn’t. “Are… are you a CI?”

“Aaand I came in way too early. You haven’t told him yet.” Phoebe muttered and you shot her a glare.

“You sure you need that second coffee or are you just sticking around to eavesdrop?”

“It’s for Fin!” She shot back, rolling her eyes at the continued glare as she scooped up both mugs and quickly left the room.

“What’s she on about?” Joe asked and you let out a little sigh, pulling back the side of your jacket, nodding down towards your shield.

Back in the bull pen, Amanda did her best to discreetly slide into the room undetected since she was late, but that didn’t seem to be a problem since all attention was directed to the break room.

“What’s goin’ on there? Whoa, wait…he found y/n?”

“More like she was never missin’ in the first place.” Fin replied, taking a sip of coffee.

“So…” Amanda raised a brow.

“That’d be your UC finding out the girl he was so worried about was my UC.” Phoebe stated and Amanda let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she made her way to her desk.

“You’re a cop…” Joe stated, a wave of relief crashing over him, especially considering his less than professional behaviour over the course of the operation.

“Yeah. I was dropping hints I thought you’d be able to put it together.”

“Wait,” he glanced up at you suddenly, “why are you not freaking out right now? Or did Baker clue you in?” You let out a little laugh.

“I made you at your second party, don’t you remember pretty boy?” You prodded at his ribs and his mind wandered back to that day, the little tease you’d made that had him worried he’d fucked it up that early on, “besides, if I hadn’t, McGrath waited all of thirty seconds after the door was closed before he was ratting you out. He pulled you up on the database and I read most of your jacket.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. You need to watch your back around him, he’s dirty as fuck. If he’d leaked it to Kayra you’d be dead right now.” You let out a little sigh, your hand hesitantly moving to squeeze at his, “Joe…” his eyes darted up to yours, “I’m sorry, really. About how I just vanished, I didn’t want to, but part of my like…unofficial punishment was that I had to appear like I had disappeared and make no contact to anyone.”

“What happened?” He asked and you huffed, pausing for a sip of coffee before you began your story.

You’d barely made it back to your undercover apartment when there was a knock at your door and you jumped, turning away from the coffee maker and crossing through the space. When you pulled open the door, you certainly weren’t expected to see your sergeant standing on the other side.

“Phi? What’re you doing here?”

“Pulling you out.” She replied and you could feel the annoyance in her voice as she stepped into the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

“What? Why!? I’ve nearly got this case solved; you can’t pull me now.”

“Seriously?” She let out a little laugh, “where were you last night?”

“Here.” You blatantly lied, and she rolled here eyes.

“You do realize I know you’re lying right.” Her hand reached out, looping around your wrist and she pulled your forearm up to your eyeline, “you forgot to turn the GPS on your bracelet off when you left the party.” A sense of dread washed over you as your arm dropped to your side, “anyone and everyone who has that app knows exactly where you spent the night, and I highly doubt Kayra’s going to like the fact that you spent it at Jose’s apartment.”

“You’re seriously pulling me out over that? I slept on the couch.” You challenged her.

“You do realize I should be pulling you off this case, reporting you to IAB, right?”

“He’s a cop Phi!”

“You just trust your instinct on that one?”

“No, I saw his jacket, read through a couple files. Plus I’ve lived in that building as a UC before, NYPD owns the entire place. I wouldn’t have done anything off just a hunch.”

“You’re lucky I like you and you’re the best I have. We can hope this never gets out; cause I’ll do my best to protect you but you’re the one who got into this mess.”

“I told you, I slept on the couch. We’ll get our stories straight and cover our bases and pray the defense never finds out if either of us have to testify. We don’t even know if this’ll go to trial.”

“You break your cover?”

“No.” You shook your head, “dropped a few hints here and there but never outright said it.”

“He pick up on it?”

“I’m not sure.” You let out a sigh, pinching at the bridge of your nose as you leant against the arm of the couch, “you know I wouldn’t just do something reckless and stupid like this if it didn’t mean something…”

“Are you sure about that?” She asked softly, “or did you just know the UC versions of each other?”

“I never once lied to him.”

“He’s been working UC ops just about as long as you have, so you two’ll have a great time working through this.”

“You know him?”

“Heard of him.” She admitted, “but to get back on track, as of this morning we’re working the case joint with SVU. You have an hour to pack your stuff up and get back home, I expect you in the squad room no later than noon. We’ll figure out how to explain your absence to Kayra later, dump the bracelet, and…. absolutely no contact with anyone from your undercover life, understood?”

“Copy that.”

“Your sergeant knows?” He asked, nervously glancing through the window to where the rest of the squad was and you nodded.

“Yeah. But she mentored me in the academy, we’ve been really good friends for like, ten years and we know to look the other way at certain things. Though… that probably does mean your sergeant knows too…”

“Let’s hope he won’t say anything.” Joe muttered, while he was relieved at the fact that you were alive, standing in front of him safe, he was still conflicted over a number of things, and he was sure you were too. The world you were suddenly thrust into today was drastically different from the little bubble you’d been living in; he wasn’t sure what was going to cross over into the real world and if it would be the same or not. He turned back to his coffee, finally cleaning up the spill from when you’d first spoke, tossing the napkin into the trash and taking a sip.

“Hey…” your voice was softer this time, nearly timid look on your face when he glanced up at you, “I meant everything I said…and I would never take back anything that happened… I really did want to reach out but Phi didn’t want me to until last night at the earliest just in case…” you let out a small breath, “I..uh… I’ve been trying to get a hold of Carly… is she okay?”

Joe felt his heart drop into his stomach when he looked up at you, the hopeful look in your eyes telling him that you really had no idea what had gone down last night. He let out a heavy breath, placing his coffee down on the counter and reaching out for your hand, and action that made your breath catch in your throat for all the wrong reasons as panic surged through you.

“What?”

“She’s gone hermosa.”

“Gone, or ….” You couldn’t bring yourself to even say it out loud. Your one promise in the entire op was that you would get the girl out.

“Kayra killed her.” He admitted softly, his hand gently caressing your cheek to soften the blow, “shot her point blank in front of everyone. I’m so sorry…”

“Fuck!” It came out far louder than you’d intended, emotion surging through you as your eyes blurred with tears. Joe gently tugged you into his arms, this time letting himself kiss the top of your head, he knew just how important Carly and her safety had been to you, and how you’d likely blame yourself for not being around. He made a mental note to try and keep the fact that she was defending you when she was gunned down to himself, at least for now, you didn’t need to know. He wilted at the sound of you quietly crying into his chest, your body shaking slightly as you tried to control it.

“What’s that about?” Olivia asked, raising a brow towards Baker who shrugged.

“Not sure.”

“The girl that was killed last night.” Fin cut in, “y/n was basically mentoring her, Velasco said she reminded y/n of her sister.”

“She doesn’t have a sister.” Phoebe replied with a confused look towards him.

“He said she did.” He shrugged in return, “fed him some story about them starting dancing together in D.C. before they were picked up by a ring, started doing parties. Cops busted one, the john that had her sister had a knife, used the girl as a shield when a rookie open fired.”

“Fuck…” She buried her face in her hand, “that was her first partner. They knew each other even before the academy, were attached at the hip, the feds poached both of them… only y/n came back.”

“Damn.” Fin swore and Phoebe nodded.

There was a light knock on the door and you tore aware from Joe. Despite knowing that everyone could see you and that Phoebe and Fin already knew about your escapades, you were in a professional environment and should probably act as such.

“I uh… hate to interrupt.” Oliva said, “but if the reunion is over, we’ve got a case to work.”

“Yeah.” You swiped at your eyes, “sorry Cap.”

“We’re good.” Joe added on, picking up his coffee and grabbing yours when he noticed you failed to before the two of you made your way into the bull pen to update your squads on the intel you had. Joe dropped into the chair at his desk and you instinctively hopped up to sit on the top of the desk.

“So, Velasco says that without you, we don’t really have much of a case.” Oliva started with a slight grin and you chuckled.

“That would kinda be true. And we’ve got potentially two different cases to solve, and one of them’s gonna be a lot easier than the others.” You replied, “everything with the Elite is collected on the app, and the books I was keeping, along with the security footage from the penthouse we can pin down a number of charges.”

“What all do we have on Kayra?” Fin asked.

“Solicitation, sex trafficking, drug possession, illegal distribution of alcohol?” Joe replied, raising a brow to you at the last statement and you shook your head.

“We’ve got a private licence for the penthouse.”

“And you can add on two murders.”

“Three.” You countered, glancing up at Phoebe, “you said you found that john’s body right?”

“Completely pummelled and missing half his skull, but yeah.” She replied and Fin winced.

“Have a dive team start sweeping the river to see if they can find Quinn,” you instructed, “Kayra’s usual dump spot’s the Skyport Marina.” You let out a breath, glancing to Joe, “do you know where Carly’s body is?”

“Took her to the morgue myself.” He replied, his voice soft and you nodded.

“Thank you.” You resisted the urge to reach on and squeeze his hand, “ballistics?”

“Saved it, it’s at the lab.”

“Look at pretty boy go.” You teased with a grin, “oh! We can also add on improper disposal of a body.”

“You think sapphire’s in the river too?” Joe asked and you shook you head.

“She was mangled, he wouldn’t have been able to get her that far without being seen.”

“Fin you find anything with those Jane Does?” He asked.

“No. But Melinda sent over a fresh stack this morning.”

“I honestly think the only real thing we need is the security footage from the penthouse for an arrest warrant.” You suggested.

“But it would be better to catch him in the act.” Joe countered.

“There’s another party Friday?”

The two of you looked up from your little brainstorming session to the rest of the room, brow furrowing at the sight of Olivia and Phoebe staring back at you with matching smirks.

“What?” Joe asked and Liv laughed.

“Looks like you two already work pretty well together.”

“Well we have been working together for a few months already.” You challenged with a laugh.

“You guys are both okay with going back under?” She asked and you both nodded.

“I’ve still got full access to the penthouse; I’ll just bring a go bag with me of anything else I might need.”

“Where’s your bracelet?” Phi asked.

“I dumped in at Tompkins, I’ll just have to swing by to grab it.”

“Actually..” Joe interrupted, sliding open a drawer in his desk and pulling out an evidence bag with the jewelry, “did that for ya.”

“Jesus…” you took the bag from him, inspecting it briefly, “no wonder you thought I was dead.” That pulled a chuckle from both him and the room.

“How do you explain your absence to Kayra?” Baker challenged and you shrugged.

“Arrest me. Minor drug charge or something that’ll be low enough bail.”

“You sure?” She raised a brow and you grinned.

“Yeah. Calhoun doesn’t have any open cases right now; she loves this shit.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“You’re right but I do love annoying her.”

“Alright.” Phoebe shook her head at you, “call your lawyer then.”

“Uh… one more thing.” You paused, “that may be a little controversial to say in this particular squad room.”

“Go on…” Fin prompted.

“I wanna take down McGrath.”

“You know, that’s not as controversial as you might think in this room…” Oliva replied with a small grin, “what’ve you got on him?”

“Physical and sexual assault, paying for sex, and we’ve probably got him on camera doing drugs.”

“So when Velasco saw him at that party he was there as an actual guest?” Amanda asked and you both nodded.

“He’s a fucking pig. He’d always try and low ball the girl’s prices, they’d agree to a level one and he’d end up forcing into a level four. He usually went for sapphire cause he knew she’d be too high to bother fighting him. I made a very firm point to never be alone with him unless David was also there and he knew not to leave the room.”

“We’ve got more than enough to look into him for sure.” Olivia nodded.

“And…one final request?” You started and she nodded once more, “I would really like to be the one to make that collar. He has no idea I’m a cop, just thinks I’m some low life whore and the reveal is just… so satisfying, every time.”

“She likes the dramatics.” Phoebe stated dryly, “in case you can’t already tell.”

“I can.” Olivia laughed, “and yes, you can make that collar.”

“Excellent. Thank you.”

“Okay, now get up.” Baker nudged at your shoulder, “you’re under arrest.”

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