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Holding on For Me ~Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Partner!GradStudent!Reader (feat. Rafael Barba)

Summary— Rita gets hurt badly and ends in the hospital. Her two closest people, you and Rafael, come running. But you’ve never met each other, and now your partner’s and his best friend’s life hangs in the balance…

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Warnings: angst, then fluff, heavily implied physical assault, hospitals, near death experiences, bruising, implied scarring, crying, hyperventilating, implied anxiety attacks, happy fully ending, etc.

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You rubbed your temples with a sigh as you stared at her dull computer screen and flipped the pages of your extensive notes. You was violently pulled out of your doctoral thesis research by the sound of your cell phone ringing. Eager for a distraction, you swiftly picked up the phone.

“Hi this is is Y/N!”

“Hello Ma’am. I am calling from Mercy Hospital, I have you listed as an emergency contact for one Rita Calhoun?”

Your heart dropped. Rita? What had happened? Was she okay??

“What happened? Is she okay??”

“She was brought in about 30 minutes ago… She’s currently in surgery, pretty banged up. I am just making my rounds and contacting her emergency numbers in case.”

“Ok thank you so much, I’ll be there in 15 minutes” you hastily replied.

As soon as the call had ended, you jumped up from your chair, your heart racing and your mind spiraling. You scurried around her apartment, collecting things that you or Rita might possibly need at the hospital, throwing all the miscellaneous items into a bag before storming out of the apartment. You were swift to hail a cab once out on the city streets, eagerly giving the address of the hospital. Was Rita going to be okay? What if they lose her before you got to the hospital?

The words hospital and surgery made your stomache sink. Your hands felt like they were going numb, and your mind seemed to only be able to come up with the worst possible scenarios on what could have happened to Rita. You bit at her lip anxiously, and you closed her eyes for the rest of the cab drive, too overwhelmed to bear the stimulus of sight at the moment. Did this have to do with Rita’s job? Maybe an ex-client or someone who’d threatened her? What was the last thing she said to Rita…??

As soon as the cab stopped outside of the hospital, you paid the driver and rushed inside the bustling ER doorway. You immediately found a nurse and asked about Rita, who led you to the waiting room for trauma surgery, a separate, more secluded area of the hospital. The nurse had not been able to tell you much, besides the fact that Rita was still in surgery. So you anxiously paced the little waiting room, biting your fingernails and feeling like you wanted to cry. ‘Pretty banged up’, how badly was her partner hurt? Why were you the only one here??

Memories of you and Rita flooded your mind. You remembered when you two first met, it was only a couple years ago, but you had grown so close since. You thought of all the late nights that you two had spent together, laughing and drinking until both of you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. You remembered how much Rita worked, just how passionate she was about her job. And now in a matter of 15 minutes that could all be ripped away from you? Rita taken from so swiftly, so cruelly?

You approached the nearest nurses station and asked about your partner again. As you were trying to pry any and all information out of this poor young nurse, a man stormed into the waiting area. You had the slightest sense that she knew him from somewhere, but as he was pacing the room furiously, muttering certain choice words in Spanish, you couldn’t quite place it. Then the man came up to the desk where you were standing and spoke. What if these were Rita’s last waking moments…? How could you live with yourself if Rita didn’t make it…?

“Hi. Do you have any information about Rita Calhoun and how she’s doing?” The man asked rushedly.

Now that he was right next to you and after revealing he knew Rita, it clicked for you. This was Rafael, Rita’s best friend from her college years. The two had never formally met, you had seen a picture or two of him in Rita’s apartment (from the many nights that you’d had dinner and stayed over) and you had only heard about Rafael when Rita elected to talk about him. You knew that while they were good friends, there were wounds in their personal pasts, so you never pushed to meet him. Had Rafael and Rita ended on good terms in the last time they talked? Did he know if this was work related…??

“You’re Rafael…” you managed to breathe out.

You were surprised that you had even been able to get out one word with the lump in your throat. Rafael turned from the counter to face you, giving you a quizzical and slightly defensive look. How could this have happened? It had been going all so well, and now with a simple call, life has turned upside down…

“Yes. And you are?”

“Y/N. Rita’s partner.”

Rafael’s brows raised and his eyes glistened with intrigue. He seemed to decide that you were alright, because he sent you a confirming nod, before going back to grilling the nurse for more information. Had Rita been threatened…? Attacked? Taken??

Trying desperately not to cry in front of him or the hospital staff, your knees suddenly began to feel weak. Before you could catch herself, your legs buckled and you collapsed on the cold, hard, hospital floor. Rafael was quick to turn back towards you, giving you his hands to help stabilize your overstimulated state. Your weak form managed to make it to one of the waiting room seats, where Rafael promptly sat next to you. It was then that you noticed how much your entire body was shaking. Rita couldn’t die… No, she couldn't die… It just… She couldn't it…

“I… I didn’t know Rita had a partner.” He stammered aloud, breaking the silence of the two of you sitting in the hospital, both equally nervous wrecks.

You shrugged in response, not having the wherewithal to respond to that at the moment. Silent tears finally began to stream down your face, as you started to let it all out. You curled forward, holding your head in your hands as you sobbed for what felt like hours. How would you ever be happy again? You would never move on. You couldn’t. Rita was your everything… You couldn’t face losing her…

“I don’t know what I’ll… d-do if… If Rita…” you stuttered, not able to finish your statement, as your voice returned to choked sobs.

You felt a soft and gentle touch on your back, making you uncurl and meet Rafael’s own reddened gaze.

“Rita is one of the strongest, hard ass people I know. Ever since school… I have never seen a fighter quite like her. If anyone will make it, it’s her.”

“Thanks” you croaked out.

Awkward silence took the room, the only sound being the hustling and bustling of the hospital. Rafael eventually removed his hand from your back, as it began to feel like he was overstepping. But the second you lost that touch, you seemed to only feel worse.

“Do you know w-what h-happened…? Or w-why…?” You stammered out in a whisper.

Rafael leaned forward, his forearms coming to his knees with a heavy sigh.

“I know that she’s been facing scrutiny and backlash for the last case she took. but besides that I don’t know…” he breathed out.

You pulled your knees up onto your chair, wrapping your hands around your body for some semblance of control and comfort, as you let out a shaky sigh.

“S-so it is work related…?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I’m sorry… Truthfully, I hadn’t talked to her since she took that case, I was the lead prosecutor and we… we had a bit of a fallout over it…” Rafael gritted out.

His defensiveness seemed to have vanished, all that being left being the vulnerable, close friend of Rita’s. His knuckles were white from how hard he was squeezing his hands.

“Christ the last thing I probably did was yell at her to get out of my office…” he confessed, looking down to the ground with shame and guilt.

“I… I can’t even r-remember what the last thing I said to her was…” you choked out through violent sobs.

Rafael looked up at your wailing and his hand came out, caressing your shoulder lightly. He squeezed your trembling form reassuringly.

“I’m sure you told her how much you loved her…” he softly comforted you.

“I don’t know… I d-don’t know…” you changed in a whisper, starting to rock back and forth anxiously in the seat.

“Hey. Take some deep breaths… She’s going to be okay.”

Your glossy eyes met his reddened ones and you two just connected. All because of Rita. You were so grateful that she had found a friend like Rafael. And Rafael was grateful that she had someone like you to support her as a partner. Suddenly you were both drawn back to the crushing reality by a nurse coming up to you with a file in hand.

Rafael immediately stood and walked right up to her, demanding answers. You couldn’t get yourself to stand, so you merely looked up at the two standing adults with pleading eyes.

“Are you family?”

You both nodded vigorously.

“How is she? What happened?? Can we see her…??” Rafael demanded.

“EMT’s responded to a Good Samaritan call who found her in an alley… The ambulance brought her here to Mercy and she’s been in surgery ever since. It was a little touch and go, she has a concussion, multiple lacerations, a four broken ribs, scattered bruising, and a shattered left forearm…”

Your mouth went dry at the nurses words and you couldn’t think as tears began to stream down your face once more. Your lip trembled as you bit it, attempting to stifle your sobs.

“Can we see here??” Rafael immediately asked.

“Yes you may see her, she’s finally out, and she’s somewhat awake. I’ll take you to her, But take it slow, she has a long road to recovery…” the nurse said.

Rafael let out a sigh of relief and he quickly turned to you. Extending his arm, he helped you up and down the hall towards Rita’s private room. The nurse let you in, closing the door behind the two of you.

Rita looked peaceful for a moment, lying in the bed, but as she began to wake up, pain flooded across her face. Practically all of her exposed skin was bruised and battered, the biggest being her black eye. Her eye widened as much as she could widen them at the sight of you and Rafael.

“Holy fuck…” Rita winced in pain as we tried to sit up.

You immediately rushed next to her, sitting at the edge of the bed. The older brunette leaned back again, giving up the idea of sitting up properly for her moment, instead meekly attempting to reach out to you with her right hand, and you eagerly met her more than half-way, taking her hand and kissing it over and over again as tears of joy steamed down your cheeks.

“Rita Rita… God I’m so glad you’re okay… How are you feeling…?” you whispered, continuing your love and tender assault on her hand.

“Hi baby… I’m… in a whole lot of fucking pain, but I’ll live…” she breathed out in confession.

Rita smiled lightly back. But even that seemed to hurt her, as she winced lightly again. Rafael was standing at the end of the bed with his hands in his pockets as he watched the two of you. His eyes softeners watching your dynamic, he scolded himself for being so goddamn stubborn. Because if he hadn’t been, Rita might have introduced him to you…

“Oh Baby don’t move, stay still. Doctors orders you need to rest. Don’t want you getting more hurt…” you pleaded caringly and with much love.

“She’s a stubborn hardass. Doctor’s orders won’t stop her…” Rafael teasingly cooed, meeting Rita’s gaze.

Rita rolled her eyes at her closest friend.

“Shut up, you idiot… Now come over here and hug me.” Rita shot back with the same teasing tone.

Rafael chuckled, looked down to the ground as he made his way around to the opposing side of the bed, releasing his hands from his pockets, the man leaned over and gave his friend a proper embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I’m so glad you’re alive” Rafael whispered to Rita, before retracting slightly, but staying close and gazing at her caringly.

Rita wanted to cup his cheek and pull him close, tell Rafi that it was all good, but her drugs were at a heavy dosage and soon they began to pull her back into unconsciousness.

“It’s… okay Rafaellll…—” she mumbled before dozing off.

Your gaze then met Rafael’s, coming to an understanding that neither of you would be leaving anytime soon.

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hoe4almondmilk · 2 years ago

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Regret

Rita Calhoun x Reader

warnings: language, descriptions of violence, major injury to a character & i think this considered hurt/comfort with a teaspoon of angst.

an: I’d like to apologize if Rita is a bit ooc, it’s my first time writing her. Please be nice or I’ll cry lol.

The only thing you could hear in Rita’s office was the sound of her coffee cup shatter as it met with the hard marble floor.

“Oh my god.” She said as she almost fell. The only thing holding her up was her arm desperately grabbing her desk for support.

She had just gotten the worst call of her life from your captain Olivia Benson. Olivia had called her and told her you were shot and in critical condition.

Rita quickly grabbed her coat and left her office as fast as she could. She quickly grabbed a ride to Mercy Hospital.

All she could think about on that ride to the hospital was the argument you two had this morning before the both of you left for work. All it was doing was replaying in her head over and over again.

“Rita, you seriously can’t be defending him.” You scoffed as you tied your tennis shoes.

“You and your squad do not know the whole story, (y/n).” Rita looked at you as she stirred her coffee.

“He is a rapist, Rita! You know that! He brutalized that girl!” You stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter.

You and the rest of the SVU squad were working a big case. Ryan Brown, the CEO of one of New York’s largest tech companies had viciously assaulted one of his young interns. You all knew he was guilty except your girlfriend, Rita. His new defense counselor. You understood she had a job to do but you couldn’t help but take this personally. You spent almost 12 hours interrogating him. Countless nights looking over evidence. You all put so much work into this case.

“You know this is just business, (y/n).” Rita tried reassuring you as she tried to put her hand on your shoulder before you pushed it away.

“Is it, Rita?” You replied coldly.

Rita was shocked but also started to get agitated with you. It was still so early and you were badgering her with questions about this case. She was also upset that you seriously believed this was a personal attack. Rita would never do that to you but also her client deserved the right to counsel.

“You know what, I’m going to head out because it is way too early to deal with this.” Rita said as she rolled her eyes. She started to grab her bag as she got ready to leave your shared condo.

“Deal with what? Deal with me?” You said as you continued to argue and follow Rita.

“Yes, deal with you. I should’ve never gotten involved with some rookie NYPD detective who doesn’t know a thing about the law.” Rita snapped. She closed her eyes immediately in regret. She couldn’t believe what she just said to you. She could see the tears well up in your eyes. “I need to go, I’m going to be late.” Rita added trying to keep her composure as she turned around to leave.

“Ma’am, we’re here. Mercy Hospital.” Rita’s driver snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Thank you.” She said as she exited the vehicle to the emergency room. Rita made her way to the waiting room. She immediately spotted Olivia and the squad.

Olivia’s eyes had widened when they met Rita’s “Rita, I-“

“Olivia, what the hell happened.” Rita interrupted Olivia, absolutely furious at how this could even happen.

“We don’t know. She’s in bad shape. She almost bled out in the ambulance, I couldn’t even get her to answer if she saw the shooter before she passed out. ” Olivia said softly. “Her and Rollins were on their way to meet a witness and someone from a window in the building across shot her. ” Olivia added in a broken voice.

“They just shot her?” Rita choked, trying to catch her breath. Her legs felt like jelly. “Where’s the bastard?” Rita asked, her voice colored in anger.

“We’re still looking. We have uni’s and other detectives surveying the perimeter and looking for this guy.” Olivia said, as she took a deep breath.

“You don’t have the person who shot her?” Rita’s voice raised. At this point the squad was walking over to see what was going on. “He shot her in broad daylight and you don’t have anyone? No one saw him?”

“Rita, we’re going to find him.” Olivia tried to calm Rita down.

“Olivia, I don’t care who I have to go through. If (y/n) doesn’t make it, I will sue the NYPD and I will have your badge.” Rita warned before she walked over to talk to the hospital staff about your condition.

“Liv, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t any of our faults.” Amanda placed her hand on Olivia’s shoulder.

“I know… She just needs some time.” Olivia said as she watched Rita sitting alone on the other side of the waiting room.

Nearly five hours had gone by and you were still in surgery. Rita wanted to vomit. She couldn’t lose you. You were everything. Yes, you guys had your arguments about work but you both made it work. Rita wouldn’t have had it any other way. She slumped deeper into the uncomfortable hospital chair. She closed her eyes, hoping she’d wake up from this nightmare.

“You look like you need this.” Olivia handed Rita a cup of coffee.

“Thank you.” Rita whispered, as she took a sip of the coffee.

“Rita, I’m sorry.” Olivia said as she sat in the chair next to her.

“You’re okay. I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Rita turned to look at Olivia. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m just so scared.”

“I know, we are too.” The captain added. “What’s really going on? I get a sense something else is going through your mind”

“Oh, Olivia. Who could fool you?” Rita let out a soft chuckle.

“Tell me.” Olivia insisted. She knew something was going on. Let’s be honest, not very many people can hide their emotions with the queen of empathy.

“(y/n) and I got into it pretty bad this morning over the Brown case. I basically told her I should’ve never gotten involved with her.” The tough defense attorney could feel a tear run down her cheek. She quickly wiped the tear away.

Olivia handed her a handkerchief.

“Thank you.” Rita sniffled.

“Rita, you said it out of anger.” Olivia placed her hand on Rita’s shoulder.

“If she dies, the last thing I ever said to her was that.” Rita had tears streaming down her face at this point. “I couldn’t live with myself.”

“(y/n) is a fighter. She is going to make it. You can’t let your mind run off with that idea, Rita.” Olivia tried her best to comfort Olivia. She’d be lying if she wasn’t worried about you. But she knew Rita would be absolutely devastated if you didn’t make it.

“I just want her to be okay.” Rita mumbled as she wiped her tears away with the handkerchief.

“She will be.” Olivia insisted.

A few more hours had passed before your surgeon came out.

“Ms. Calhoun and Captain Benson.” The doctor approached the pair and your squad. “She’s stable.”

Rita felt like she could finally breathe again. “Oh my god.” She said relieved. Relief filled the room.

“She’ll have full use of her leg, where she was shot but she’s going to need physical therapy before she’ll be able to get it back to normal again.” He explained. “She’s awake if anyone would like to go in.”

“Thank you so much.” Rita thanked the doctor before he left.

Olivia looked at Rita and said “Rita, you go first.”

Rita entered your room, quietly closing the door behind her.

Your lips curved into a soft smile as you both met eyes. “Hi.” You said softly.

Rita rushed over to sit next to your bedside, and gently held your hand. “(y/n), I’m so sorry. I just can’t believe what I said to you this morning and I just-” Rita tried to muster out trying her best not to choke up. Tears once again fell down her face.

“It’s okay, Rita. I’m not mad at you.” You cut her off. You held her face as you wiped her tears.

“All I could think about was you and if you didn’t make it how those were the last words I ever said to you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m okay.” You held her hand, you tried to squeeze it with what little strength you had. “Did they catch him?” You asked. “It all happened so fast I didn’t even see him.”

“They haven’t, but I promise you when they do there’s gonna be hell to pay.” Rita assured you.

“I believe that.” You chuckled but then groaned in pain. “Damn, my fucking thigh.” Your face scrunched up. “Well, whoever the dumbass was had a horrible aim if all he could do was shoot me in the damn leg.”

“Oh, (y/n)!” Rita laughed. “You shouldn’t say that.” You had such a twisted sense of humor sometimes.

“Oh, but I bet this scar is gonna be so sexy.” You joked.

“You are such a masochist, I swear.” Rita playfully rolled her eyes. Rita reached over and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “I’m just so relieved.” She whispered to you gently petting your hair.

“I love you.” You smiled at her.

“And I love you.” She pecked your lips again.

“You know, you definitely didn’t deny the scar comment.” You teased Rita.

“Oh, we both know I love those thighs, scar or not.” Rita gave a soft chuckle as she kissed the top of that beautiful head of yours.

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