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The Veiled Law of Attraction - Chapter 11
chapter surrounds the events of S6E16 "Ghost" Mostly angst, if not just 40 MS Word pages of the absolute angstiest angst that a lesbian could angst and like a small fluffy, almost smut but not really scene in between. I'm really sorry this took over a month to get to you, but I will make another post explaining why. <3
Pairing: Casey Novak x Olivia Benson, Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot, Alex Cabot x Casey Novak
Word Count: 9544
by PKJ aka @novaksupremacy
Read Part 10
The alarm went off and Casey shot up bleary eyed. Another night on the sofa in her office had left her with a stiff neck and a migraine. This was the kind of thing she used to rely on Olivia to help with, but she guessed she’d have to rely on some good old-fashioned over-the-counter pain relievers. She brought her hand up to rub the back of her neck when the door opened.
“Oh, I— I can come back.” Of course it would be Liv. Olivia “Haven’t Seen or Heard from Her Since She Left Her Key on The Counter” Benson.
Casey cleared her throat, “It’s fine, you need something?” She couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact.
The brunette held up the stack of files in her hand, “I just had to drop off these fives. I didn’t think you’d be here.” She looked over at the couch to see the blanket all sprawled out. “Casey did you sleep here?”
The redhead scoffed, “You don’t get to ask me that Olivia.” Her face went flush, her heart racing.
“I—I’m sorry you’re right.” The detective hung her head and turned to leave. She stopped right before she hit the doorway and turned around, “Casey, I—”
The ADA looked up at her, lip trembling, “You what? Led me on? Decided I wasn’t what you wanted?” Her face dropped, “Is this because I told you that you were my—”
“No of course not,” Liv interjected. “Casey I care about you more than you know and that’s why I left.”
“Olivia that doesn’t even make any sense. I thought I meant something to you. How can you say you care and then leave without a word. Not even an ‘It’s done’” the attorney felt a single tear roll down her face that she quickly wiped away.
“Because the minute I saw you—” she walked towards Casey, it was clear she had been crying for a while. “I wouldn’t have been able to walk away. Please just know I’m doing this to protect you. Please.” The brunette wanted to reach out and grab her so badly and hug her until everything felt better, until all of the cracks and breaks in both of them healed. “I—I gotta get back.”
The redhead nodded and motioned towards the door. She looked down at her cold coffee from last night and sighed, rubbing her face. The counselor checked herself in the mirror of her office bathroom and brushed her teeth before locking up and heading out to the street towards the coffee cart.
“Large black coffee and a bagel please?” she said, the vocal fry from lack of sleep apparent.
“You okay Ms. Novak?” Paulo the coffee cart attendant asked her, “You sound like you might be getting a cold. Here.” He handed her a small container of what seemed to be some kind of soup, “On the house Ms. Novak.”
“No Paolo it’s okay I just didn’t sleep well, I’m fine I promise.” She tried to hand the container back to him, which he promptly dismissed and waved her off. “Thank you.” She mouthed with a small smile that made her dimple show.
“Casey?” She heard her name being called from the street. The redhead looked up to see Elliot walking towards her in his peacoat and newsboy hat. Shit. He jogged the rest of the way to catch up with her. “Hey Case,” he looked at her with sad eyes, not something she was used to from Stabler. He was usually so—stoic.
“Elliot don’t,” She didn’t know if he was going to try to defend Liv or tell her he was sorry, but she couldn’t handle either right now. As hard as she tried to fight it her lip jutted out and started to shake.
“Case,” he wrapped his arms around her, “Hey breathe kiddo, let’s go in your office okay?” She nodded and followed him inside. He closed the door behind them as she put her food and coffee down on her desk. Elliot sighed and leaned up on the arm of her sofa, “What happened?”
“I was hoping you knew?” she laughed sarcastically. “She’s “protecting me”.” She mocked Liv using air quotes.
“From what?” Stabler squinted.
“Fuck if I know. This all started when she put me in that chokehold—” Casey started to explain.
“She did what?!” Elliot jumped off the couch, jaw clenched, ready to tear into his partner.
“El stop it wasn’t like that.”
“Then enlighten me Casey because that sounds pretty bad.” The redhead could practically see steam coming out her friend’s ears.
“It was about two weeks ago with the Lucas Biggs case. She saw that storage locker and she was having a night terror. It scared me, I tried to wake her up and when I did she put me in a chokehold—but she was still sleeping El. Yeah, when I finally got her up, I freaked out for a minute, and I yelled but I know that’s not Liv.” She walked up closer to Elliot her arms folded and sighed, “but after talking to Avery she just kept talking about how she might be a monster, that some kind of switch might flip?” The ADA scrunched up her face.
Stabler grimaced, “That explains why she asked me if I was worried about how my kids would turn out.”
Casey still looked confused, “What do your kids have to do with this El?”
Elliot popped up and wrapped one arm around Casey and kissed her forehead, “It’s not my story to tell Novak. All I can do is try to get her to tell you. Okay?” He stepped back and placed his hand on the doorknob.
The attorney hesitantly shook her head, “Yeah, okay.” She choked out.
*****
After processing two crime scenes, the first the office building of Elaina Brevet, and second their home where her husband, Jason Brevet, was found brutally slain in much the same many. Tortured with slashed throats. Upon further investigation CSU found that Jason was tortured for the combination to the upstairs safe which according to O’Halloran’s new fancy technology was missing quite a large sum of money.
“The Brevet’s are financial managers,” Cragen briefed Liv and Elliot as they passed the holding cell and into the bullpen, “Now why not invest the cash? Money in a safe doesn’t earn interest.
“Maybe they were hiding it from the IRS?” Elliot suggested.
“Or their creditors,” Fin joined in from across the room, “I got the Brevet’s financials. Both houses mortgaged to the hilt. Credit card debt in the six figures. Maybe living large, they got in over their heads.”
Liv cocked her head, “Why not pay off their bills with all that cash?”
“Because then they would have to explain where it came from.” Munch called out from behind them as he hung up the phone. “I had the forensic accountants go over their books. Brevet Investments is nothing but a high ended pyramid scheme.”
Liv raised her eyebrows, “So all of those huge profits from the past year were phony?”
“Yeah,” Munch shrugged his shoulders, “they take the money from one client, pay another’s dividends, take the rest for themselves.”
“So,” Elliot pondered, “one of their investors got pissed off bad enough to kill em.”
Munch nodded, “yeah the kind you don’t want to piss off in Cali and Bogota.”
“Drug money?” Finch questioned.
“Yeah,” John sighed looking at the records, “and skimming it too, for one client in particular—for one company in particular too out of Vegas called Casa Vega enterprises.”
Finn creased his brow, “Drug lord finds out somebody’s ripping him off, he’d have to hit him quick to set an example.”
“Check with narcotics,” the captain chimed in. See if Casa Vega rings any bells.”
“You got it Cap,” Finn said grabbing his jacket as he motioned to Liv and Elliot, “I got a guy over there we can trust.”
As they head out Finn and Elliot lead the way chit chatting about different cases as Liv fell behind trying to get her arm in the sleeve of her jacket. “Oh, shit, sorry.” She muttered, timing would not be her friend in this moment. As she stopped Casey opened the door to her office and the two women just about collided. The redhead dropped the stack of paperwork in her arms. They both bent down trying to scoop up the mess, “Leave it to me to find another way to ruin your day.” She let out a half-hearted chuckle as she tried to make light of the awkward situation.
“Yeah, you’re uh, getting kind of good at that.” Casey teasingly chided, as she scooped up the rest of her papers. She caught a hint of Liv’s perfume, and her heart jumped into her throat. She missed her something awful and being this close to her was killing her. The smile faded from her face when she remembered she wasn’t really privileged to this familiar feeling with the detective, and she stood up. “I—have to get back to work.” The counselor cleared her throat and looked down, “Be careful out there.” She mumbled and disappeared back into her office. She leaned up against the other side of the door, clutching her files to her chest and began to sob. The tears rolled down the file jackets as she tried to stifle her cries.
Fin and Elliot watched the exchange from the end of the hallway as Olivia stood frozen in place, broken. The brunette could hear Casey crying and it was destroying her. She knew this was her own doing, but she couldn’t stop herself from still being in love with Casey.
“Something going on with the lovebirds?” Finn looked at Elliot with uncertainty.
Elliot sighed and shook his head, “Liv called it off, Casey is devastated. I’m still trying to figure out what happened.”
“Awh shit, I was rootin’ for those two.” Finn said as the brunette walked up.
“Rooting for who?” The detective raised her eyebrow at her coworker as she approached, she pushed her jacket back to stuff her hands in her pockets.
“Uhh, Eddy Curry and Stephon Marbury, thought they were gonna take the lead in points this season.” Detective Tutuola spat out extemporaneously.
Liv pursed her lips together and nodded her head slowly as if she only half believed him. “We ready?”
*****
After meeting Mike at a diner he explained to them how the money laundering scheme for Casa Vega worked and how they get others to write checks for investments with sob stories and then pay the investor back with cash. After reviewing the list he recognized a name and decided to tag along for the questioning as a favor to Finn since he was familiar with the perp. Just as Mike had suspected she did in fact write checks to Casa Vega in exchange for cash but was more than willing to give up a name in exchange for lighter punishment for a family member doing time in Sing-Sing.
When they arrived at the apartment, Mike and Elliot kicked in the door. There was an eerie silence that is usually only found in an abandoned apartment.
“Guess no one’s home.” Mike shrugged as they began their sweep. “Senor Montoya! Policia!” He called out.
“Mr. Montoya! Police!” Liv called out behind him.
As they made it passed the threshold, Elliot peered over the couch to see a man and a woman lying face down, shot execution style. He leaned over to check for vitals. “Dead.”
Liv leaned over as well, “But not for long. The bodies are still warm.”
“In here!” Mike called out from the back of the residence.
Liv and El followed the sound of the narcotics detective’s voice to one of the bedrooms, where they found him standing next to a twin-sized bed. A small child lay with a pillow over their face. A gunshot burn visible in the pillow’s cover.
“Bastard kills a kid,” Mike said in horror, “doesn’t even have the balls to look at him.” He picked up the pillow to get a better view and assess the scene, revealing a small boy.
Liv looked away, but to everyone’s shock the child began to groan.
“He’s alive! Call a bus!” the narc exclaimed.
Stabler shook his head, “It’ll be faster if we take him in.” Mike nodded and scooped the child up and headed for the door.
*****
“Is he awake?” Liv asked after getting the all clear from the ER doctor that the child had survived. “We’d like to see him.”
The doctor nodded, “Right this way.”
Liv and Mike walked into the room quietly as possible, “Hey there,” she smiled at the little boy. “I’m Olivia, what’s your name?” she spoke softly.
The small child kept his face turned away from the detectives, fidgeting with his fingers nervously.
The brunette looked at her fellow detective as he stepped up next to her, “Maybe he doesn’t speak English? Why don’t you go ahead.”
“Hola.” Mike smiled, the boy hearing something familiar turned his head towards them. “Como te llamas?” The young child didn’t answer but rather stared blankly. The detective saw the chain around his neck and picked it up gently to examine it. “Ah, San Antonio. Es este tu santo?” to which the child nodded timidly. “His name is Antonio after the saint.” Mike told Liv and then smiled kindly at him.
“Antonio mi llamo Miguel, soy policia.” Sandoval placed his hand on his chest and leaned down to the boy.
Antonio looked at him in a panic, “Mi mama y papa?”
Mike kneeled down next to him, “Bueno, Antonio…tu mama y papa.”
“Papa Dios se los llevo al cielo.”
Mike turned to look at Liv, “He says God took them to heaven.”
Liv pursed her lips, “Ask him why?” she encouraged.
“Porque Papa Dios hiz eso?” the narc detective inquired.
“Para salvarles el dolar. Porque le hizo dano a mi mama y papa.” Antonio replied, still barely speaking above a whisper.
Mike translated for Olivia, “To save them their pain, he was hurting them. Quien Antonio?”
“El fantasma.” The boy answered.
Mike looked confused from the young boy to Liv, “He’s saying a ghost shot him…I think he’s still out of it.”
Liv’s beeper went off as he spoke, “Okay,” she sighs softly, “Stabler needs us at the ballistics lab.” She smiled empathetically at Antonio as she headed for the door.
Mike rubbed his arm, “Adios Antonio.”
*****
Stabler and O’Halloran already had quiet to compilation of evidence to present when Liv and Mike walked through the door. Elliot didn’t even wait for a greeting to start talking, “Ballistics results from the Montoya homicides, take a look.”
Liv squinted at the screen as Ryan began explaining what she was looking at, “On the left, the bullet taken from Mrs. Montoya. Three twists and a left groove. On the right, the slug taken from Mr. Montoya.”
The brunette looked at him slightly puzzled, “Same gun it would make sense that they’re identical?”
“Yeah,” O’Halloran murmured preoccupied, “Now look at this.”
“It’s a perfect match.” Mike chimed in, “Same triple twist, is that the bullet from Antonio’s bed?”
“No.” Ryan answered sternly, his face contorted in concentration. “From an unsolved homicide.”
“What case?” Liv asked?
Ryan pressed a button on his keyboard to pull up the case file and the brunette woman’s blood ran cold. There she was— in the photo that was on her city issued ID, the one sitting buried in the bottom of a box in Liv’s closet along her ADA badge, Alex Cabot. A face and a memory she tried hard to push down whenever someone brought her up, too painful to keep reliving. A twist of fate.
“The Murder of Alexandra Cabot.” Elliot said out loud. Liv still lost in a trance.
“Who’s that?” Mike asked as the beautiful woman did not seem familiar to him.
Liv stared at Alex’s picture for a few more seconds and finally opened her mouth to speak, “Our old ADA.” She couldn’t seem to wipe the shocked expression off her face.
*****
Casey stood in the doorway to her office as the three detectives walked past, she wanted to try and grab Liv if only for a second, try and talk. She kept holding out that whatever had a death grip on Liv would soften and that they could fix things. She had also heard about Antonio and wanted to check on the child. “Hey Liv,” she muttered quietly, “You got a sec.”
Olivia didn’t even stop to look at her, her face paler than Casey had ever seen it, “Maybe later Case, I can’t right now.” And continued towards the bullpen.
Casey looked towards Elliot, “What’s wrong with her? She looks like she’s seen a ghost?”
Elliot stopped and sighed, “Something like that. The bullets from the Montoya homicides? They match an open case. Cabot’s case.”
The redhead’s face softened, “Oh.” she said breathlessly. She didn’t know the specifics of it all, but she knew they were close. She was also quite fond of Alex herself, they were a few years apart at Harvard and she started White Collar around the time Alex started as the ADA for sex crimes. She’d like to think what they had was akin to friendship.
“We’ll talk in a bit kid.” He nodded at her and squeezed her shoulder as he headed off towards the squad room.
Cragen was already adding Alex to the crime board, “Alexandra Cabot was prosecuting a rapist who worked for Cesar Valez the Norco baron. Valez ordered the hit on Cabot and blew up D.E.A. agent Tim Donovan, who was working the case with us.” He looked towards Stabler.
Elliot picked up from here, “Ballistics match to the weapon used in the Cabot homicide is our link between Velez and the Brevet-Montoya murders.”
Liv felt like she was reliving the events of the Zapata case all over again. She wanted to vomit but instead cleared her throat to speak, “And we believe Elena and Jason Brevet embezzled a couple million dollars from Caser Velez. Sergio Montoya was working as their middleman. When Velez found out he was getting ripped off, he ordered the hit.”
Finn jumped in at this point, “And the hit man was good. He left zero forensic evidence at the Brevet and Montoya homicides.” He turned his eyes to Munch, giving him the signal it was his turn to contribute to this round robin rundown.
“Our best lead is the security footage from Brevet investments,” John stated, “We’ve excluded over two hundred employees, messengers and janitorial staff. We have about seventy-five subjects left to identify.”
“We got a lot of names,” the captain sighed staring at the board. “All the employees at Brevet Investments, everybody involved in the money laundering scheme. Somebody has got to connect back to the Cartel.”
The narc detective nodded as he soaked in all the information, “D.E.A. can help us out with that, their HIDTA computers are programmed to find links between cases.”
“Good.” Cragen retorted, “Get over to HIDTA. Run every name we got.” The captains eyes were somber as he looked over at two of his strongest detectives, he knew how close they were with Cabot. Hell, even he was warmhearted of the ADA. If they could finally get justice for her murder, he was going to make it happen.
“Yes sir.”
*****
After a brief visit to HIDTA Liv, Elliot and Mike almost left empty handed until upon leaving Mike mentioned that the person they were chasing really was a ghost.
The technician turned around and said, “What’d you say?”
“Our kid witness,” Mike nodded, “said a ghost killed his parents.”
The HIDTA tech tilted his head, “Did he say it in Spanish? El Fantasma?
“Why that mean something to you?” Liv asked as she pulled her jacket back on.
“El Fantasma. The Ghost. Contract Killer. Liam Connors.”
*****
Liv and Mike went back to visit Antonio again to make sure he could identify The Ghost if he were to see him again. He could, at least he was pretty sure he could. Upon learning this they headed out to meet Elliot and see if they could locate El Fantasma.
“Munch just got something,” Liv said snapping her phone closed and walking towards Stabler and Sandoval. “Rent-a-car parked in a loading zone outside Brevet Investments got a parking ticket late Friday night.”
“Liam Connors rented the car?” Elliot said as he turned around and headed towards the sedan.
“No,” the brunette shook her head, “it’s a Bronx guy by the name of Doyle Shanahan. Fundraisers for the IRA in bars around New York.” She opened the passenger door while Stabler jumped behind the wheel and Sandoval swiftly slid into the back seat.
“Where can we find him?” Mike inquired.
“Works in a warehouse downtown.” Liv stated buckling her seatbelt hastily. Her partner pulled out into traffic as they took off on a Ghost hunt. The three detectives burst into the warehouse to confront Shanahan, pressing him until he finally gave up Connors. While resistant, the minute he heard Connors had turned to the cartel he had no problem ratting him out.
“Fuel Depot. Over in Gowanus, on the canal.”
From there the race was on to capture Connors. The detectives sped to Jersey calling in backup along the way.
“Go! Go! Go! Go!” an ESU member yelled and slammed the door down with a battering ram.
As everyone rushed the building a man racing towards the stairs caught Liv’s attention. “Connors!” she called out to alert the team. Elliot and Mike took after the suspect on foot chasing him down along the canal as Benson jumped in the sedan. “We’re in pursuit of Liam Connors! Headed south along the canal! Headed south!” She hollered over the radio.
Liam managed to clock Stabler hard with a two by four knocking him off his feet and knocking the wind out of him before taking off. A miscalculated turn into a car lot got him jammed up as he was corned by Sandoval from one side and Olivia pulling up from the other in the sedan. Stabler catching his breath followed close behind and was able to with great satisfaction slap cuffs on Connors and place him under arrest.
*****
Connors was tossed into a line up where Antonio was able to identify him with ease. Afterwards Liam was taken to interrogation, he sat smug, convinced he was going home. Elliot smirked as he leaned down and let the Irishman know that they did have a witness and that he wasn’t quite as good at his job as he thought.
The idea was to arraign Connors as soon as humanely possible to keep him from hurting anyone else. Mike and Liv went pick up Antonio the next day from his relative’s on Staten Island to have him testify and get Liam on his way up to Riker’s before he even knew what hit him. Liv didn’t want to be bitter, but she was, she was reeling, knowing that Connor’s was the reason she lost Alex, but more presently the reason she’d have to see Casey in court. She’d have to see the hurt in the redhead’s eyes and on her face and she just wasn’t sure she could bare it.
****
“Where the hell have you been?” Casey snapped as Liv and Elliot rushed into the courthouse.
“Being shot at.” Liv said faintly yet vexed.
The redhead’s face immediately softened to an expression of distress. “What.” She managed to croak out?
“There was a drive-by attempt on Antonio, one of the bullets nicked Sandoval and we ended up at Mercy.” Elliot sighed.
The ADA’s face dropped as she tried not to let her eyes well up with tears, she turned towards her ex-girlfriend, “Olivia I’m sorry.” she said almost breathlessly.
“It’s fine Casey, you couldn’t have known.” Liv shook her head, “We better get inside.”
The prosecutor hurriedly pushed open the swinging doors to Trial Part 22 and ambled towards the prosecutor’s table.
Preston looked particularly perturbed as the ADA and detectives entered the courtroom. “You’re late Ms. Novak, its 3:15.”
Casey dropped her briefcase onto the table and took a deep breath, trying to sound as professional as possible. “I’m sorry your honor I was in the Grand Jury. They just indicted the defendant on all counts.”
Kressler scoffed, “Fifteen minutes too late.”
“There was an attempt on the eyewitness’ life. I think witness tampering is grounds for an extension.” The ADA rolled her eyes at the defense.
Kressler threw his hands up in protest, “My client’s been on Rikers. He didn’t shoot anyone. And I’m betting you don’t have any proof of his involvement.” He wagged his finger condescendingly.
“So its just a coincidence Antonio Montoya was shot at on his way to testify against the defendant?” Casey argued, her lip curled in mild annoyance.
The opposing counsel chuckled and shook his head, “You can call it whatever you like. You still can’t connect Mr. Connors to the shooting of your witness.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Novak. I can’t grant an extension without proof of the defendant’s complicity in the shooting. The people have failed to meet the deadline. I’m ordering the defendant released until the trial.” Preston said apologetically as she banged her gavel.
Connors nodded happily with a smirk that only a guilty man could wear.
Casey slammed her hand down on the table, “Your honor Conners is a flight risk. If you let him go we will never get him back.”
“I give you my word my client will make all of his court appearances.”
“I would like something stronger than his word.” Casey retorted. Connors watched her with a clenched jaw as she demanded Preston hold him.
“I’m sorry. You’re free to go Mr. Connors.” The judge said bluntly with a bang of the gavel.
The defendant stood up and shook Kressler’s hand as Liv and Elliot hung their heads in disappointment. Elliot nodded and stood up. The ADA looked sternly at her friend, “Arrest him.” She spat out. Connors looked over in shock. “Your honor, my detectives are here to re-arrest the defendant.” The redhead stated with confidence.
“On what charges?” Kressler exclaimed incredulously.
Casey looked Preston dead in the face, “The murder of Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot.” Stabler’s face dropped as he looked over at Olivia with panic.
“Your honor this is a blatant attempt to unlawfully detain my client!” Roger protested.
“Save it counselor, Alex Cabot was a friend of mine. I’ll see you both at arraignments.” Preston stood up and exited to her chambers.
The redhead nodded at Judge Preston then shot Kressler a look as if to let him know she had his ass in a sling.
Elliot snarled as him and Olivia stepped forward to cuff Connors. He scoffed at them, “You can’t prove I killed her, and the dead can’t talk.”
*****
“What the hell are you people doing?” Agent Hammond demanded as he stormed into Cragen’s office.
Don turned around when he heard the familiar voice, “Agent Hammond, most people knock first.” he said slyly.
“You should’ve called me before your detectives arrested Liam Connors for the murder of Alex Cabot.” Hammond growled.
The captain stepped towards the marshal, his patience wore thin. “Connors blew up one of you agents! I didn’t expect flowers, but I thought you’d be pleased.”
“Connor’s goes to trial,” he scoffed, “I’m called to testify. What am I supposed to do?”
“Your job.”
“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I just came to tell you that you’re on your own. I’m not gonna ruin my career by committing perjury.” Hammond shook his head, eyes narrowed on Cragen. “Do we understand each other Captain?”
Cragen tilted his head, perplexed but then a sudden realization hit him, “She’s alive. You son of a bitch, you stashed Alex in witness protection.”
Casey was on her way to Cragen’s office as he voiced this to the older agent. She stopped in her tracks and leaned up against the wall outside the door, her heart pounded, her head got dizzy. She felt like she was going to be sick or pass out, while it was never confirmed she felt like she lived in Alex’s shadow—both at work and with Olivia. She stood there for a moment and continued to listen.
“You didn’t know.” Hammond said in shock, “They didn’t tell you.”
The ADA didn’t even wait for Cragen to come out of his office and blow a gasket, she was going to blow it for him. She stormed down the hall as Elliot and Liv were coming back from getting lunch, “You and you.” She jerked her head motioning at each of them, “MY office, now.”
Both detectives stopped in there tracks and looked at each other confused.
“NOW.” The redhead reiterated and urged them to follow her. “What the hell were you two thinking, you hung me out to dry out there. We work together, you should’ve trusted me,” Casey closed the door to her office as she scolded Elliot. “And we—” she looked at Liv and started to choke up, “you should’ve told me.” she said quietly. “What did you think I was too green? Too fragile to understand? Did you think you needed to protect me from that too?” Her voice began to strain.
“Hey c’mon Case, let’s not do this?” Elliot tried to mediate.
Casey bit her lip and nodded before running her tongue over it to self soothe and walked to grab some files off her desk.
Liv hung her head, she knew the ADA was right.
“I’m going to need both of you back in here first thing tomorrow so we can figure out a way out of this mess you’ve created and dragged me into.”
“Case—I’m” Liv started to reach out.
“Save it, just be here tomorrow. I’ll do my best to save all of our asses.” Casey shook her head in annoyance. She turned her body and brushed passed the brunette as she left her own office in search of Cragen.
*****
Cragen and Hammond pulled up in a small beater car to a quaint house on a quiet block. Wisconsin was so—suburban. As the two men got out of the sedan and approached the door, Cragen went to knock, only for the door to swing open and a familiar face to greet him.
“What happened?” Alex Cabot asked, her blue eyes and face furrowed in concern. She ushered the men inside as Hammond did another quick sweep to make sure they weren’t followed.
After giving his old friend a brief synopsis of what had transpired in court the day before, he looked at her and exhaled, “I’m only sorry the bastard won’t have to answer for what he did to you.”
“Oh, he will.” The blonde stated without even skipping a beat. “I want him charged with my attempted murder.” Her eyes searched for a reaction from Hammond.
“You’d have to go back to testify, that’s stepping right into the crosshairs.” The marshal protested.
“For years,” Alex cut him off, “I convinced victims to face their attackers. Now its time for me to step up.” She emphasized.
“Your testimony won’t help the case, you can’t ID Connors as your shooter.” Cragen interjected with growing concern. “Alex—if you go back, they will try and kill you again.”
The stunning attorney’s mouth hung agape a moment before she spoke, now in a softer, much less argumentative tone, “I have lost—my home, my job, my friends.” Her voice cracked— because what she wasn’t saying was that she also lost her love. “My mother died, and I couldn’t go to the funeral. Liam Connors is not going to take my conscience too.”
*****
Elliot sighed, “Are we gonna need lawyers?” He paced back and forth nervously in Casey’s office the next morning. He had no idea how to get them out of this, he’d stayed up all night racking his brain and couldn’t come to a single conclusion.
“I hope not,” the redhead said picking up some case files from her desk. She smirked and looked towards the door as it opened.
Liv and Elliot turned around to find a familiar face smiling back at them.
“Alex.” Liv whispered. Casey’s gut jolted, she knew that tone, but by G-d she wished she didn’t.
Elliot smiled in surprise, “You didn’t have to come back.” He looked between her and the Marshal behind her.
“Well who else is gonna get you out of trouble,” the blonde grinned and folded her arms.
The redhead sighed, scooping up a mountain full of paperwork, “Before everyone gets reacquainted they’re waiting for us in court.” As she walked out Elliot studied her mannerisms, there was something different. He could tell as sad as she was about Olivia there was something that shifted in the young ADA’s body language when Alex entered the room. Elliot smirked softly to himself.
*****
Later on that afternoon, after Liam Connor’s had been reindicted on attempted murder as opposed to murder one, Antonio and Detective Sandoval sat in Casey’s office across from her and the office’s former resident—Alex.
“I’m really scared,” Antonio said shakily, “I don’t want to see The Ghost. He gives me bad dreams, he says he’s going to kill me.”
“He had a nightmare last night,” Mike frowned. “The Ghost had a gun in the courtroom.”
Both Alex and Casey cast an empathetic gaze on the small child. Casey pursed her lips and nodded at Antonio as the blonde listened intently. “Well, that sounds like a really scary dream.” The younger ADA said gently to the little boy.
Alex watched her intently, her mind wandering to how caring Casey was with the child. She must have fit it instantly with SVU, she’s got a knack for this.
The redhead turned towards her and smiled sweetly, almost searching for approval as she spoke, caught off guard at the way Alex watched her. “But, you know what Antonio? The ghost doesn’t have a gun anymore. ‘Cause the police took it away from him.” The older woman immediately tore her blue eyes away when they locked with Casey’s and focused back on Antonio.
“I know,” the little boy said in a small, sad voice. “Mike told me—but I still don’t want to go to court.”
Casey bit her lip nervously, there was no shot of this case going forward without Antonio’s testimony, but she had no idea how to convey that without unfairly voicing her frustrations to the young boy.
Alex took a deep breath, “I got shot, just like you.”
The younger ADA stared at the former counselor in awe, the way she had just been perceived by her a few moments before.
“By the ghost?” Antonio crumpled his brow.
“Yes.” The blonde nodded, “And I have to go to court too.”
“Are you scared?”
Alex smiled reassuringly, “A little. I get scared that he might try and hurt me again. But then I remember that I have friends to protect me, just like you do,” she nodded her head towards Sandoval, “and it makes me feel safe.”
“I wish my mom was here.” The boy looked down at floor, melancholic.
Mike frowned, “I’ll keep working with him. Come on, ‘Tonio.” He led the boy by the shoulder out of Casey’s office.
Casey took a deep breath and raised her eyebrows at Alex in shared frustration as closed the door and turned around.
“We should keep preparing my testimony.” The slightly older woman nodded, a far off look in her eyes.
The redhead should her head assuredly, “You know, we’ve gone over all my questions. I think you’re ready.” She knew Alex had to be exhausted and pushing too far could end up burning her out rather than helping.
Alex looked up as she snapped out of her daze and looked directly into Casey’s hazel green eyes, “Are you?” She said, more pointedly than she intended.
The counselor let out a small breathy scoff, her eyes grew a little dimmer, as she tried not to let it show that she was hurt. After all, she’d always looked up to Alex. Instead she opted to tilt her head and give the blue-eyed woman a knowing smile, as if to say I won’t let them hurt you.
The blonde’s face softened, she grimaced, “Casey I’m sorry. That was…out of line.”
“It must be hard to be on that side of the desk.” Casey nodded for a few seconds and then voiced softly. She tilted her head empathetically at the blonde.
“Yeah, especially when the gorgeous woman they hired to replace me is sitting on the other side of it.” She smiled, “and from what I hear she’s just as good at the job if not better.” She took her glasses down from her face and looked at the redhead.
Casey was blushing, trying not show that she was flustered, and failing miserably at it. “I—thank you Alex, that’s sweet.”
“I don’t want to go back to the hotel yet, do you mind if we just pretend we’re still working?” Alex came and sat down next to her on the sofa leaning on her elbow, positioned against the back of the sofa.
“Hey fine by me,” the redhead pulled out a bottle of scotch from next to the couch and placed it on the table with two glasses, “You drink?”
“No,” Alex shook her head, “Pour me a double.” She smirked. “So, do you like Special Victim’s? Last I heard you were in White Collar right?” she asked picking up the glass and taking a sip.
“It’s growing on me,” Casey chuckled, coddling the glass between her hands. “My first case made me try to fight Branch on the placement.” She pulled her feet up onto the couch underneath her. “But then…” she trailed off.
“Then? Well don’t leave me hanging.” The blonde teased.
“I met someone, and that helped make it easier—for a while.” Casey’s expression got sad, the emotion in her voice, raw.
“What happened?” Alex spoke softly, almost in a whisper, a note of concern in her tone.
“She left me,” the redhead cleared her throat, “suddenly too. No warning, I thought we were happy, but something spooked her. She said she was afraid she couldn’t promise me a future. Something about a switch that might flip,” Casey’s voice trailed off as she stared into nothing, “I never did quite figure out what she meant by that.” She finished the whiskey in her tumbler and poured another, offering another to Alex.
“Was it serious?” Alex was staring into the younger ADA’s green eyes, trying not to focus on the attractive woman’s lips as she spoke.
“I thought it was, I almost thought she might’ve been the one.” She took a sip and shrugged. “But then I came home one day to her key on the counter and her toothbrush missing from the bathroom. I was so in love with her,” she paused, “but I never found a way to tell her.” She swallowed off the rest of the glass and put it down on the table. “I should probably not drink anymore of that tonight.”
“For what it’s worth Casey, whoever this woman is? Her loss. You’re a beautiful woman, a talented litigator, and if I have to hear Elliot tell me how good at softball you are one more time I’m going to beg them to stash me back in witsec.” She giggled, a little tipsy and put her glass down on the table next to Casey’s. She leaned forward and brushed the redhead’s hair away from her face. “You’ll find someone who will treat you the way you deserve.”
Before Casey even realized what she was doing she leaned in and kissed Alex, who leaned into it kissing her back. It went from soft and delicate to heated in a matter of seconds. Alex pushed the younger woman back against the couch and wrapped her hand around the back of her neck, kissing her feverishly, pulling at her lip. Whiskey and sin between them. She knew there was a security detail outside of the door, so she tried her best not to breath too loudly. She slid her fingers down into Casey’s slacks and started to tease her, rubbing her over her underwear as the redhead tried to stifle the sighs and gasps.
“Alex,” she whispered, “we shouldn’t.” Her heart and her brain told her this was a terrible idea, but her body had already made its decision. “Oh, Alex.” She pulled the blonde’s lower lip, smirking as she dragged her teeth across. “Mmm.” Her head was spinning.
The blue-eyed attorney melted at the way Casey said her name, a name she hadn’t heard in so long. She was about to take the encounter further when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey, it’s Liv I’m just making sure everything is still okay in there.”
“We’re fine,” Alex called out “just finishing up some last-minute testimony questions.”
“Okay great, just let me know when you’re ready.” The brunette called through the door.
Casey’s body language changed the minute she heard it was Liv at the door. She felt sick. A wave of guilt washed over her. They weren’t together but her heart still belonged to Olivia.
“Hey you okay?” Alex looked at her, concerned.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” The ADA tried to play it off but almost immediately grabbed the trashcan and hurled into it. “Oh god this is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry Alex.”
“Hey, hey, shhh another time.” She rubbed the redhead’s back, “are you…okay? You didn’t really drink that much. You were fine until—was it something I did? I’m sorry you kissed me, and I got carried away.” She blushed.
“No, no Alex it wasn’t anything you did, you’re wonderful.” She glanced at the door and then down at the trashcan. When she leaned over the small gold chain fell loose from her shirt.
Alex squinted and then it clicked, and the blonde’s face tempered. She sighed and looked at Casey sympathetically, “It was Liv, wasn’t it?”
The redhead looked up at her bleary eyed, head still over the trash, “I—don’t know where it went wrong. And I’m so sorry, I just ruined the moment. I find you very attractive, I just heard her voice and…”
“Hey, it’s okay, another lifetime maybe.” She consoled and held her to her chest. “You’re still in love with her aren’t you?”
“It’d be so much easier if I wasn’t.” the redhead sobbed.
“I get it, I was in love with her once too. She’s hard to get over.” Alex said, rubbing her hand up and down Casey’s arm. “But back then we were both deep in the closet and then I ended up in witness protection, so it all ended up a very depressing moot point.”
“I always figured there was something between you two, she wouldn’t talk about it. Then again I thought you were dead, so I never pushed.” She gave a halfhearted laugh.
Casey stepped away for a minute into the ensuite bathroom to get herself cleaned up and brush her teeth, mouthwash, etc.
When she came out she found Alex leaning next to the door. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I am really sorry for ruining the evening.” The redhead furrowed her brow and frowned.
Alex put her hands on her waist and pulled her close until their faces were almost touching. “If you ever find yourself in another lifetime, I hope you’ll think of me.” She laid a gentle kiss on Casey’s lips and then pressed her forehead to the younger woman’s.
“Could be a while?” the redhead joked and gave a half-hearted smirk.
“Something tells me it’s worth the wait.”
*****
“I wish these windows opened, I want to smell the city.” Alex whined as she looked out on to the financial district below.
Liv chuckled, “You mean the, uh, rotting garbage and diesel exhaust.”
The blonde craned her neck and rolled it against her shoulders, it was hard to keep to her voice from breaking, “Wisconsin is so quiet at night. Sometimes when I get homesick, I hum the Mister Softee song.” She pouted as a small smile crept across her face.
The brunette laughed through her nose and scrunched her mouth to the side. She leaned her back against the large glass window and looked at Alex. It had been a very long time since she had seen her at all let alone like that, her guard down, without the power suit armor she wore to court—just sweatpants and a soft top. Olivia stared at the strands of hair that fell and framed her ex-lover’s face, everything about it familiar. She started to tear up, both out of a sense of what they had once and out of shock that in that moment when it would be so easier to fall back into past patterns—all she could think about was Casey.
“Well—you making any friends?” Liv asked quietly, her voice pained.
Alex grimaced and let out a sad chuckle. “There’s a claims adjuster, at the insurance agency where I work. We’ve been seeing each other.”
Liv smiled, her levies in her eyes were about to breach. “Good.” She whispered.
“He’s a good man, he thinks I’m from Tulsa. And when we’re in bed at night he whispers my name… ‘Emily’” her blue eyes turned down to the floor.
“It’s hard being someone you’re not,” Liv placed her hand on Alex’s arm.
The blonde turned her attention away from the window towards the brunette and let out a frustrated sigh, “Olivia, what are you doing?”
Liv pulled her hand away, “I’m sorry I wasn’t trying anything.”
Alex chuckled, “That’s not what I meant, I meant what are you doing?” The detective looked at her puzzled. “That girl is crazy about you. You know that right?”
The brunette hung her head, her voice got quiet, “I know that.” She looked up into Alex’s familiar blue eyes, “How is it you know that?”
“I haven’t been gone so long that I don’t know how to read people. The amount of pain in Casey’s eyes when she heard your voice outside that door. Olivia you broke her heart. What I don’t get, is why?”
“Things just don’t work out sometimes.” Liv shook her head and looked down at the floor.
“That’s a load of crap Olivia and you know it,” she put her hands on Liv’s shoulders and leaned down in attempt to get her to look up at her, “Hey, look at me. Why don’t you just tell her the truth? Tell her why you’re so afraid.” Both her and the brunette had tears in their eyes. “You know you’re not broken right? Olivia there isn’t an evil bone in your body.”
The brunette had tears freely falling now, “You don’t know that. I want to believe that, but I can’t stop thinking, what if we had kids? I know she wants them, we’ve talked about it. What would I pass on? What if something snaps in me and I hurt her or our potential child? It’s safer to break her heart now.” She wiped her tears away and shook her head.
“Liv, you are not your genetics, you and I have proved that in court time and time again. Don’t miss a chance at happiness over this.” She hugged her and kissed her forehead holding her lips there for a few seconds, “Or because of anything else.” She whispered.
“I’ll always love you Alex and I hope that you and I will always be a part of each other’s lives,” her voice cracked as she spoke, “but Casey, I’m so in love with her and I’m afraid it’s way too late. I really screwed up.”
“It’s not Liv, trust me.” She pulled her into a tight hug. “And I’ll always love you too and will always be your friend. No matter what.” They embraced for a while until Alex pulled back and looked at Liv caringly, “Tell her.”
“Thanks Alex. We need to get some sleep because tomorrow is a big day.” She kissed Alex softly, it wasn’t a pass, it was just a thank you for being you. “I’ll take the couch.”
The blonde stopped in the bedroom doorway and looked behind her, “By the way not only can I read body language, but I also know your badge number, Benson. She’s still wearing it.”
The next morning Alex was up before the sun, pacing around, trying not to break out in a sweat. Her nerves were definitely getting the better of her. In her furious pace she accidentally bumped the table which clanked her spoon in her coffee cup. Liv shot up on the couch gun in hand.
“Sorry,” the blonde grimaced, “Just me. I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”
The detective bolstered her weapon and rubbed her eyes, “You okay?”
“No,” Alex shook her head, “I can’t stop thinking like a prosecutor.” She took a deep, ragged breath, “Connors is going to sit in that courtroom tomorrow, looking like a choir boy.”
Liv shook her head in agreement.
“He’s going to charm the jury with his Irish brogue, and—and I have to make them see who he really is. But—” She buried her face in her hands and then threw them up in exasperation and Liv walked over to her bag. “I don’t even know what makes him tick!”
“Alex—” the brunette handed the blonde a DD-5, “you didn’t see this file.”
****
Casey tried to maintain her composure as she questioned Alex on the witness stand, trying not to think about the fact that twelve hours ago the blonde was sliding one of the delicate hands, now neatly folded in her lap, down the front of her slacks. “Finally, Ms. Cabot,” she locked on to blue eyes, placing her hand gently on the corner of the witness box, “would you describe to the jury what happened after you were shot.”
Alex searched Casey, not able to maintain eye contact, her eyes traveled to her chest, what she would have given to listen to her heartbeat for just another minute. She tried to regain her composure, her eyes now searched the redhead’s full lips as she spoke. “I woke up in the hospital,” she started finally staring back into the ADAs hazel green eyes, “The marshals were there. They told me that I was dead, officially, and that the only way they could keep me alive was in Witness Protection.”
“Thank you,” Casey smiled, trying not to give in to Alex’s stare. “Your witness.” Her face dropped as she turned towards Kessler.
“That sounds like quite an ordeal,” Roger said as he stood up, “I think we’re all very moved by your experience.”
“Do you have a question?” Alex annunciated and practically rolled her eyes at her old sparring partner.
“Only one.” Kressler spat back, “Did you see my client shoot you?”
“I saw his gun aimed at my heart.”
“Please Ms. Cabot, just answer the question.” She could hear Kressler tell her this, but her eyes were locked on Connors. His eyes deadpan, lifeless stared back. “On the night you were shot, did you see Liam Connors anywhere near the vicinity?”
“No but he’s a coward. He likes to run away.” She smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing, it was like something reignited in her blood, a second nature. “Did you leave a family behind in Ireland, Mr. Connors?” The volume of her voice spiked.
“Your honor—” Roger voiced in displeasure.
“Ms. Cabot, please.” Preston urged her to stop.
“You have absolutely no idea who shot you, do you?” Kressler’s tone started getting aggressive.
Casey furrowed her brow at Alex—What the hell is she doing, gunning for a mistrial? Don’t blow this Cabot.
“Oh, I have an idea. It’s the kind of man who likes to rape a woman to make her talk.” The former prosecutor retorted, Liam’s face contorted in anger.
“Let me rephrase, did you see Liam Connors shoot you?” Roger stepped forward putting emphasis on each word as he spoke.
“No but I know it was him.” Her teeth gritted.
“Objection your honor!”
“It takes a lot of balls to shoot an unarmed woman and a sleeping child! Too bad your aim wasn’t a little better.”
Liam stood up, his rage bubbled over, “You think you’re safe? They know where you are! You should’ve stayed dead!” he shouted as four court officers wrestled him back into his chair.
“Enough!” Preston raised her voice, “We’re in recess until Mr. Kressler can control his client. You may step down Ms. Cabot.”
Casey’s eyes went back and forth between Connors and Alex, she smirked at Alex’s mad grab and how she couldn’t believe it actually worked. Hammond jumped up to follow Alex out of the courtroom.
*****
Casey closed her eyes and held her breath as the verdict came back. A smile spread across her face as all counts came back guilty. Relief weighed heavy on Alex as she heard Liam Connors convicted on her attempted murder, something he had said earlier gave her the weary feeling that this wasn’t over.
*****
Elliot wrapped his arm around Novak as they walked down the hallway with everyone on the way to celebrate the conviction in her office.
“Guilty on all counts.” She smiled quietly, she was proud of herself even if she knew the tipping point was actually the stunt Alex pulled.
Stabler could still the sadness in her eyes surrounding recent events, “I never doubted it would be anything else.” He smiled at her like an impressed older sibling, she smiled back, thankful for him as he steered her into her office.
“Let’s get this party started.” Liv smiled as she came through the other door holding two bottles of champagne and handed one to Mike.
“Ooh, that’s what I’m talking about,” He smiled and brought the bottle over to the desk to crack it open.
Liv looked over at Elliot and Casey laughing and teasing each other. She missed the fiery redhead, the way she smelled after a shower, the way it felt to hold her against her chest after a long day, the way her kiss tasted.
“Alex knew just how to push Connors’ buttons,” Cragan brought her back from her thoughts.
“She’s a great prosecutor.” The brunette shrugged, nonchalant.
“And you gave her the ammunition.” He said softly.
She was taken aback by his comment and stayed silent as Mike handed her a glass of champagne.
“Don’t let me drink too much,” Casey teased Elliot, “Penalty face starts first thing in the morning.”
“Slam dunk,” Stabler waved her off, “Live a little tonight.” He heard a noise from the hallway, “Is that her? Is that her?” He said in a hushed but excited tone.
Everyone held up there champagne to toast Cabot as she walked through the door, smiles on all of their faces. Casey tried to quickly make herself more presentable, maybe with all of this behind them, she could see if Alex wanted to try again, maybe this time without the crying and the throwing up into the trashcan. However, smiles quickly turned to confusion as the only person who came through the door was Agent Hammond.
“Where’s Alex?” Liv asked, a sullen tone in her voice.
“Marshals are moving her and Antonio to new identities. She asked me to say goodbye.” His eyes moved from Liv unto Casey. The only person Alex had actually asked him to say goodbye to.
The redhead chewed her lip nervously as nodded, she understood the weight behind his look. As everyone turned to each other in shock he made another eye motion from Casey to her office couch. She furrowed her brow, this one she was unsure about. The nights festivities continued however bittersweetly.
“Goodnight,” the ADA sighed as Elliot hugged her and was the last one out the door. She closed it behind him and flopped back onto the couch only to jolt forward again. Her back had hit something hard, and it startled her, for a second she panicked that she may have become the new target of Connors’ and the cartel. She reached back behind the pillow and put her hand on something smooth and glass. Upon pulling it out, she found it was a significantly sized bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label with a note attached.
Casey crinkled her forehead and tilted her head in curiosity as she opened the note which read: “For another lifetime. -A”
She couldn’t help but smirk, “Maybe so, Cabot. Maybe so.” She smiled to herself and held the note to her chest when the door swung open. The redhead sat up startled to find a distressed Olivia “Really Poor Timing” Benson standing in her doorway, one hand palming the doorframe, the other hand palming the handle.
“Can we talk?”
#casey novak#alex cabot#olivia benson#law and order svu#svu#lgbtqia#casey novak x olivia benson#alex cabot x casey novak#benovak#benovak angst#calex#calex angst#olivia benson x alex cabot#cabenson#casey novak x elliot stabler sibling coded#svu s6e16 ghost#the return of alex cabot#cragen is a tired dad#wlw fanfic#the veiled law of affection fanfic
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Elliot's Thoughts on Obihiro Division
Hisoka Tetsumasu
"Hisoka-san? Oh, I met him when my class took a surprise field trip to his ranch in Obihiro. I veered away from the group for a bit to get away from some of the bullies who were making fun of me. Saying things like, 'I was returning home or something.' Truthfully, their insults didn't hurt as bad as it sounded. I actually didn't mind being surrounded by animals. If I wasn't so interested in medicine, I'd probably like to become a farmer. But being a veterinarian is my primary goal right now."
"Anyway, after I ventured away from the group, I decided to visit the stables where the horses were located. And... well, you know me. When I'm around an animal, I can't help but have a conversation with it. I was talking with one of the horses when Hisoka-san spotted me. He was wondering how I got so good at understanding horses. I, uh... I sorta told him that I could speak to animals, but... I could tell he didn't believe me. Not that I blame him. If I weren't able to do it, I don't think I'd believe it myself if someone said they could converse with animals."
"Besides that, he helped me out with some of my class assignments and was nice. Before I left though, he admitted he was curious about what exactly the horse and I spoke about. I didn't tell everything since the horse, which I later found out was named 'Milo', asked me not to reveal a lot, but I told him about what the horse thought about its owner, who... well, I'll speak about him in a minute..."
Daiki Kamiyama
*Sighs* "Yes, this is the boy, whom I later found out is named Daiki-kun, who owns that horse, Milo. Apparently, he was listening in when Hisoka-san asked me what Milo and I were talking about. He thinks that I told Hisoka-san that Milo thinks he is annoying, which is not at all what I said! Milo thinks Daiki-kun is quite nice, but considers some of his mannerisms to be annoying! He likes Daiki-kun, but can get a bit irked when Daiki-kun is being loud for some reason."
"I tried to explain that it was just a misunderstanding, but Daiki-kun wouldn't listen. Now, he thinks that I'm trying to steal Milo from him! He even called me an 'evildoer!' Now I'm too scared to go back to the ranch because I may run into him again!" *Sighs* "And I really wanted to speak to Milo and the other horses again..."
Jack Verrill
"I haven't met Jack-san, unfortunately. But I heard he serves Daiki-kun as his personal butler, which was a shock to find out! I guess that means Daiki-kun is quite rich, or comes from a rich family. I've never heard of them, but I'll have to be sure to research them. Hopefully finding out more about them will help me make up with Daiki-kun. ...I hope."
Veiled Vanguard
"This team... it doesn't exactly fill me with ease. I mean, I like Hisoka-san. He seems nice enough. And Jack-san seems... okay. But Daiki-kun... it makes me sad that he thinks I'm an... 'evildoer'. Especially when I wasn't at all trying to do anything mean!" *Sighs* "I wonder if this is how Yorii-kun feels at times. I just hope he'll give me a chance to explain at the D.R.B. I really don't want us to be enemies."
#hypmic#hypmic oc#hypnosis mic#hypnosis mic oc#hypnosis microphone#setagaya division#enigma#elliot shimizu#obihiro division#veiled vanguard#hisoka tetsumasu#daiki kamiyama#jack verrill
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Daiki’s Thoughts on Setagaya Division
Mina Nakayama
“M-M-Mina?! That’s… That’s the v-vampire I saw. I ran into her when she was eating a man during my night patrols. B-But she ran away before I could deliver some justice! Like a true coward, hiding in the shadows of darkness! I just… I didn’t think she was… A real-life vampire. The police officers wouldn’t listen to me when I told them and said I was probably just traumatized. It wasn’t until Jack sat me down to tell me the truth that she was a real monster and said I needed to avoid her at all costs. And for once, he might be right. She’s like… A mini-boss in my journey to be a true hero. I need to farm experience before I can face her for real! S-So… Give me some time before we face you, you bloodsucker!”
Elliot Shimizu
“Another villain! This is the guy that talked behind my back with Milo and Hisoka?! I heard everything! Only because Hisoka is my ally, he can’t keep secrets from me… But Hisoka said that Elliot and Milo think I’m annoying! I’m not annoying! I’m just passionate! And what gives you the right to be chummy with my horse?! He’s my best friend! Don’t steal him from me, you evildoer!”
Yorri Sakuma
“If the other two are evil, then it must mean this guy is a bloody villain too. I don’t know him… Not his face at least. It looks pretty punchable though…”
ENIGMA
“Finally, a team that stands in our way to carve a path for justice… I wish we were stronger. I can admit, I’m not ready to face them. This team might be our greatest foe on the path to purify evil. But fear not! I, Paladin, swear that I will grow strong enough to defeat you ENIGMA! S-So prepare yourselves!”
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Pinup moment ig?
#i was trying 2 draw an outfit and ended up w a pin up esque pose so ig that's what im doin now#mans got a cage 4 a face rn lol#he's wearin a beekeeper lookin ass hat fsr. mans hates the sun so i gave him a bigass hat w a veil#his original outfit the veil was like- floor length but i think that'd be inconvenient#wip art#elliot oc#obey me mc#mc elliot#elliot rambles
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top artists tag game
thank you for the tag @galaxostars <333
tagging @theapocryphaofantares @jegulusofwesper @donotwishonme @my-beloved-fandoms & @pain-in-the-riri
#btw elliot you are LITERALLY mcr. if you werent i would have chosen the beatles or pierce the veil#MAYBE evanescence…maybe
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the end of the world
tom holland x reader ♡
two lovers that reached the end of the relationship.
she was sunshine and he was midnight rain
It was clear from the beginning that two lost souls would find their way in the Milky Way. It was evident that the pair of chocolate-brown eyes would be fixed on the girl's, whose eyes were filled with teardrops sparkling like stars.
Love seemed to dissipate from their presence, replaced by hurt and pain that gnawed at their insides instead of the butterflies that once fluttered around them on the nights they met. The birds ceased their songs on their favorite Saturdays, and their tea tasted as dull as their shared kisses.
Young love is often portrayed in movies as pure innocence, building upon their emotions and the desire to understand their hearts, but they rarely depict the harsh realities of the real world. In reality, it marked the end for them.
Their love is lost in the air, not be founded in their hearts that were stringed.
Y/N always thought their love will be like Amy’s and Laurie’s, or like Elizabeth’s and Mr Darcy’s. An undeniable love that was stronger than their words. Yet, perhaps these were words she was too blinded to perceive, or maybe they were simply absent, unheard by her ears.
Tom always believed that their love was pure, strong, and transcendent, beyond the reach of the stars. He struggled to find words to capture the intense emotions that surged within him whenever he laid eyes on the girl of his dreams, the embodiment of the perfect world he envisioned.
However, he gradually came to realize that this was merely a fantasy, detached from the reality in which he found himself trapped.
It was one of those rainy nights in London when the city's sparks were veiled by raindrops. Y/N always found herself reflected in the rain; she adored the scent it carried and the melodic patter it painted upon the earth. It was one of those nights when she would coax Tom outside onto the streets, where they'd listen to their favorite 60s playlist and dance in the rain—a silly cliché that they held dear to their hearts.
However, tonight was the end of their world.
Their soaked clothes clung to their chilled bodies, as not only did the world darken around them and the raindrops fall heavier and heavier, but so too did their hearts. What was once a yellow world now turned blue.
"Why do you have to let me go, Y/N? I don’t understand!" Tom cried out, his words aimed at Y/N, whose eyes reflected the rain. "I know, and I will be forever grateful for everything you've given me," she replied. "But we'll only continue to hurt each other if we stay together." Y/N licked her lips, which once tasted like Tom's, but now bore the bitter tang of salt and regret.
"I would give up everything just to be with you. I-I'm sorry for my absence, but this new life—the acting career—it's all so overwhelming for me, and you know it.“ Tom’s eyes were shining of hope and desperate need of Y/N’s warmth.
Some things remained unchanged, but as soon as Tom became the golden boy of Hollywood, his life transitioned from its former purity into one illuminated by the spotlight. The stage was now his domain, his face adorning posters, TV/cinema screens, and magazines. He was everywhere.
Y/N remained grateful and supportive of his acting career, finally seeing him recognized as the talented young man who once dreamed of playing Billy Elliot or auditioning for Romeo multiple times.
He was now acknowledged by the world, although he had always been seen by her.
His world.
Yet, as with every fairy tale, not every story concludes with a happily ever after, where the princess and the prince marry. Just like Y/N and Tom..
He changed. He was still Tom Holland, but he wasn't the same Tom. Y/N saw it coming but chose to ignore the spotlight, waiting backstage for him. But he remained in the center of the stage, basking in the attention and affection of the crowd.
Y/N, once the midnight rain, found herself overshadowed by Tom's sunshine. But tonight, as their world comes to an end, their roles reverse.
"It's not that you're physically absent, Tom, here in London or beside me. It's that I can't seem to find you anymore. We're living in different worlds now, and there's no room for me in yours. I wish I could express this differently or see things from a different perspective, but..."
Her gaze met his, witnessing his tears mingling with the rain, his trembling not just from the cold, but from the pain. She knew that saying goodbye would only make it harder.
"Please, don't say that... Sweetheart, I can change. I'll change. I'll be the same person I was before, I promise!" His hands tightened around hers, afraid to let go.
"I will always love you, Tom, but I have to let you go. Not just for your sake, but for mine too. It's time for both of us to find our paths again."
She stepped closer, delicately brushing her hand against his cheek, her lips meeting his for the last time.
Perhaps not forever, but for now.
And as she walked away, Tom didn't realize it was the end of their world.
It ended when she whispered, "Goodbye."
this story is very much inspired by the song: the end of the world by skeeter davis.
I hope u like this angst! ♡
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INTRO 🦭
KACI | 15 | SHE/HE | ESTP | JIRAI LIFESTYLER
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pics of me!
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The OC’s in a Horror Movie 🔪
Dies first: Karada Kessaku (Jet Set Trio), Kensaku Morimoto (ECO BooN), Maki Umemoto (山茶花 Zombeez), Shuu Edogawa (山茶花 Zombeez), Yoichi Shujo (Polar Knights), Joey Kurusu (Justice Shield), Yorii Sakuma (ENIGMA)
Is actually helpful to the group: Anika Kiyozaki (Pixel Syndicate), Shisuta Heisha (Sakura Clan), Kai Quinlan (Private Party), Mireya Quinlan (Private Party), Arisu Chihakisa (Chuohku Tertiary Team), Ayumu Hayami (Valor Guard), Yuuya Kanata (Miraitabi), Yuki Kuraokami (Polar Knights), Mai Yousei (OverDrive), Sayaka Miyuki (Femme Fatale), Miho Kobayashi (CodeX), Wataru Sasaki (Justice Shield), Criss Hiromi (Otaku Corps)
Finds a gun and uses it wisely: Shian Meizono (Pixel Syndicate), Ax (Desolate Paradise), Alexis Ward (Sounds of Silence), Mayumi Tanaka (Chuohku Tertiary Team), Yuriko Kuromiya (Wicked Requiem), Sakura Kito (Silent Tragedy), Akihisa Mashiro (Death Row Block), Saigo Fuyugami (Miraitabi), Teijo Masakazu (地獄Riderz), Eko Seishin (OverDrive), Lola Takahashi (Femme Fatale), Ren Nakashima (Lovesick), Kyler Aaron (Justice Shield), Aika Yumi (Oculus)
Finds a fun and goes crazy with it: Makina Setsukura (Pixel Syndicate), Zakari Hiroya (Private Party), Hisoka Tetsuma (Veiled Vanguard), Lyall Shiba (Valor Guard), Iwao Masuda (Polar Knights), Sumire Shinomiya (CodeX), Meari Miracle (Oculus)
Screams every second: Atlas Kazanari (Desolate Paradise), Yano Ietsuna (ECO BooN), Kyō Sakuma (Wild Shīnu), Keiko Yumi (Otaku Corps)
Completely Unfazed: Miku Shirazuki (R.I.P Märchen), Luis Kōkyū (Jet Set Trio), Ivelisse Martinez (Sounds of Silence), Asato Rikiya (ECO BooN), Seiji Tsukimoto (Valor Guard), Ishihara Daisuke (地獄Riderz), Ritsuko Okada (CodeX), Max Soukoku (Lovesick), Nikki Yoshie (Otaku Corps)
Beats up the enemies: Reiaki Suzubayashi (R.I.P Märchen), Aranai Norikoru (Sakura Clan), Kisouna Yuzairu (Sakura Clan), Riyeko Ietsuna (Chuohku Tertiary Team), Kanra Akemi (Wicked Requiem), Reika Aichi (Silent Tragedy), Rintaro Himura (Death Row Block), Asahi Tomoharu (Miraitabi), Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi (Wild Shīnu), Sen (地獄Riderz), Kureha Koizumi (Femme Fatale)
Has a death grip on someone’s hands because they’re too scared: Anaia Mitsuzume (Desolate Paradise), Ryuko Umemoto (山茶花 Zombeez), Daiki Kamiyama (Veiled Vanguard), Naoki Hamasaki (Wild Shīnu), Elliot Shimizu (ENIGMA)
Is the enemy: Tomi Chōten (Jet Set Trio), Kanon Hojo (Silent Tragedy), Touya Kisaragi (Death Row Block), Ruichi Shujo (Polar Knights), Yuno Kamora (OverDrive), Nadya Kuromiya (Oculus)
Second enemy that helps the group: Queen Card (R.I.P Märchen), Hoàng Diệu (Sounds of Silence), Jack Verrill (Veiled Vanguard), Kaoru Shinozaki (Wicked Requiem), Kaiji Sano (Lovesick), Mina Nakayama (ENIGMA)
@minato-division03 @akihabara-division03 @nagasaki-division @uenodivision @aoyama-division @arakawa-division @roppongi-division @toyama-division @suginami-division @nug-chuohku @obihiro-division @naradivision @edogawa-division @shizuokadivision @katsushika-division @niigata-division @fukuokanodivision @naha-division @sapporo-division @oita-division @saitama-division @shinagawa-division @kobedivision @kanazawa-division @minato-division01 @akihabara-division03 @setagaya-division
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Phr-tober (Purely Halloween Red) day 8 - Ali Power Headcanon
He's so useless...
#phr#ocs#original character#mod denis#original characters#oc art#purely halloween red#purely halloween red 2024#ali#ali phr#elliot veil
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In Chapter 4 I'm giving you what we all know we were robbed of. Casey and Elliot sibling coded softball.
#casey novak#elliot stabler#svu#fanfic#softball#the infamous sex crimes shirt#we were robbed of our girl swinging#casey novak x olivia benson#olivia benson#the veiled law of affection fanfic
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Division Rap Battle Dead Pool
Do not ask me what this is and why I am posting it, this is yet another product of the insanity that goes on in our 18+ discord server
Credit to @toyama-division / @suginami-division for the idea! 😈
It’s no surprise that with the formation of the Division Rap Battles by the Japanese Government (also known as Chuohku), many teams have been formed either through coercion or by their own volition, with those teams come many high profile people or very prolific celebrities both old and young. As such, a betting ring was formed, by who? Well, no one knows, it could be from criminals to politicians to random civilians to even other contestants in the very same tournament, all that matters is that every person in the Division Rap Battles has a bounty on their head, this is a list of how much they’re apparently worth.
As for the reason why? Figure it out yourself.
Ace Douglas: $0.08
Asato Rikiya: $100
Kyō Sakuma: $100
“Sen”: $100
Criss Hiromi: $500
Ishihara Daisuke: $1,000
Asahi Tomoharu: $1,000
Takumi Wakaba: $2,000
Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi: $2,000
Azusa Furukawa: $5,000
Naoki Hamasaki: $5,000
Teijo Masakazu: $8,000
Yoichi Shujo: $10,000
Fleuret Oshiro: $15,000
Kai Quinlan: $20,000
Mireya Quinlan: $30,000
“Ruichi”: $50,000
Eldrid Iwasaki: $50,000
Zakari Hiroya: $100,000
Ming Kawanoe: $100,000
Ryuko Umemoto: $350,000
Wataru Sasaki: $400,000
Oki Teagan: $500,000
Tasuku Kawanoe: $500,000
Kisouna Yuzairu: $500,000
Ayumu Hayami: $500,000
Kokomi Morozov: $500,000
Keiko Yumi: $600,000
Miku Shirazuki: $700,000
Maki Umemoto: $750,000
Joey Kurusu: $900,000
Aranai Norikoru: $1,000,000
Jack Verrill: $1,000,000
Daiki Kamiyama: $1,000,000
Queen Card: $1,000,000
Lyall Shiba: $1,000,000
Shuu Edogawa: $1,000,000
Nikki Yoshie: $1,000,000
Yano Ietsuna: $1,000,000
Shisuta Heisha: $1,000,000
Luis Kōkyū: $2,000,000
Seiji Tsukimoto: $2,000,000
Evelyn Rose: $2,000,000
Aika Yumi: $2,000,000
Shian Meizono: $2,000,000
Kureha Koizumi: $2,000,000
Ren Nakashima: $2,000,000
Miho Kobayashi: $3,000,000
Rashaad Young: $3,000,000
Meari Miracle: $3,000,000
Ted Bridges: $3,000,000
Chinami Chinen: $3,000,000
Diêu Hoàng: $4,000,000
Juu Judice: $4,000,000
“Ageha Shinozaki”: $4,000,000
Kensaku Morimoto: $4,000,000
Eiji Noguchi: $4,000,000
Sakura Kito: $5,000,000
Hisoka Tetsumatsu: $5,000,000
Kanra Akemi: $5,000,000
Mina Nakayama: $5,000,000
Elliot Shimizu: $5,000,000
Sanyu Inouye: $5,000,000
Kira Chinen: $5,000,000
Sayaka Miyuki: $5,000,000
Yuuya Kanata: $5,000,000
Kotan Anchikar: $5,000,000
Karada Kessaku: $6,000,000
Yorii Sakuma: $6,000,000
Saigo Fuyugami: $6,000,000
Yuki Kuraokami: $6,000,000
Kaiji Sano: $6,000,000
Makina Setsukura: $6,000,000
Masa Judice: $7,000,000
Ivelisse Martinez: $7,000,000
Taria Chinen: $7,000,000
Iwao Masuda: $7,000,000
Lola Takahashi: $7,000,000
Ritsuko Okada: $8,000,000
Nadya Kuromiya: $8,000,000
Kanon Hojo: $8,000,000
Kotono Ohara: $8,000,000
“Aruto Shinozaki”: $9,000,000
“Masuzō Shinomiya”: $9,000,000
Touya Kisaragi: $9,000,000
“Cinder”: $9,000,000
Max Soukoku: $9,000,000
Sumire Shinomiya: $10,000,000
Kaoru Shinozaki: $10,000,000
Mai Yousei: $10,000,000
Reiaki Suzubayashi: $13,000,000
Rintaro Himura: $15,000,000
Kyler Aaron: $15,000,000
Anika Kiyozaki: $17,000,000
Eko Seishin: $20,000,000
Reika Aichi: $20,000,000
Alexis Ward: $20,000,000
Yuno Kamora: $30,000,000
Ryūzō Mizutori: $40,000,000
Yuriko Kuromiya: $50,000,000
Akihisa Mashiro: $50,000,000
Tomi Chōten: $500,000,000
Wild Shīnu: $7,100
Jigoku Riderz: 9,100
Blade Maiden: $70,000
Private Party: $150,000
Otaku Corps: $1,600,500
Sazanka Zombeez: $2,100,000
Sakurai Clan: $2,500,000
Valor Guard: $3,500,000
Liberty Guild: $5,000,000.08
ECO BooN: $5,000,100
MIHANASA: $5,600,000
Veiled Vanguard: $7,000,000
Kuma no ie: $8,500,000
Miraitabi: $11,001,000
Oculus: $13,000,000
Polar Knights: $13,060,000
Femme Fatale: $14,000,000
R.I.P. Märchen: $14,700,000
Birds of Prey: $15,000,000
Last Judgement: $15,500,000
ENIGMA: $16,000,000
Justice Shield: $16,300,000
Lovesick: $17,000,000
Pixel Syndicate: $25,000,000
CodeX: $30,000,000
Sounds of Silence: $31,000,000
Silent Tragedy: $33,000,000
Kiya Kara: $48,002,000
OverDrive: $60,000,000
Wicked Requiem: $78,000,000
Death Row Block: $83,000,000
Jet Set Trio: $508,000,000
@shinagawa-division @kobedivision @kanazawa-division @uenodivision @aoyama-division @arakawa-division @roppongi-division @edogawa-division @shizuokadivision @katsushika-division @niigata-division @minato-division03 @akihabara-division03 @minato-division01 @akihabaradivision @setagaya-division @taito-division @okinawa-division @hakodate-division @naradivision @naha-division @sapporo-division @oita-division @fukuokadivision1 @sendaidivision @fukuokanodivision @obihiro-division @ota-division @ginza-division
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The day was winding down as Elliot Shimizu of the Setagaya division finally started opening the assortment of letters and packages he had received from friends and fans alike. A shower of kind words, each dotted with the personality of the sender.
Surprise, surprise, a letter from Obihiro appeared to be amongst the pile. The return address coming from Spur Stud Ranch, it was an easy guess as to who it was from.
Inside the letter, surprisingly, a small keychain jingled out. A little brown horse shaped bell, with a gold and red string attached.
Putting aside the small token with a soft chime, the letter inside, written on strangely high quality paper, read bluntly.
"Hope your studies are going well.
Happy Birthday
From, Sincerely, With Kind Regards,
Hisoka Tetsumasu"
Elliot smiled as he held the keychain up to the light, admiring the way it caught the glow of his lamp. Truthfully, he had been worried about his relationship with Hisoka-san since his class trip to the Spur Stud Ranch. After the awkward passing between him and Hisoka, Elliot was worried that the horse breeder wanted nothing more to do with him after he had revealed that he could talk and understand animals (and that wasn't counting the fact that his friend, Daiki, now disliked Elliot immensely for an innocent misunderstanding that he had with Elliot over his horse).
Thankfully, it seemed he had nothing to worry about, if this gift was anything to go by. The little brown horse-shaped bell, with its gold and red string, was more than a trinket, it was a symbol of friendship from afar.
"Thank you, Hisoka-san," he whispered, his voice barely above a hush, yet filled with heartfelt gratitude. "I'll take good care of it."
Carefully, he attached the keychain to his backpack, its new home where it would be a constant companion on his daily adventures. Each jingle of the bell as he moved would be a gentle reminder of Hisoka's thoughtfulness, a sound that would bring a smile to his face even on the most mundane days.
#hypmic#hypmic oc#hypnosis mic#hypnosis mic oc#hypnosis microphone#setagaya division#enigma#elliot shimizu#hisoka tetsumasu#obihiro division#veiled vanguard#happy birthday elliot 2024
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Jack’s Thoughts on Setagaya Division
Mina Nakayama
“Bloody hell… A-Apologies. I didn’t mean anything ill by that. I was just… Surprised to see uhm… Her. I’ve never met Miss Nakayama personally. I’ve only heard rumors about h-her. And quite frankly, most of them are negative. I hope that being put into the position of student council president has been rewarding. It's nice to have a sense of normalcy, despite the hardship you may have faced in the past.”
“At least for now. This thing is one of the more dangerous subjects I’ve been informed about. It’s too bad I can’t do anything to take care of the issue. That’s my punishment for mucking up an important assignment. Still, I hope it’s taken care of by someone, anyone. Can’t let too many of these things run amock…”
Elliot Shimizu
“To my surprise, I’ve heard good things about Mr. Shimizu. From none other than the equine obsessed Mr. Tetsumasu of course. Although it was mostly jealous spouts, Mr. Tetsumasu said that Mr. Shimizu is a well-mannered young man. It's good that Mr. Shimizu is doing relatively well adapting back to a normal life. Even if humans aren’t his crowd, I’m sure with enough time he will reintegrate himself as a proper citizen. I am rooting for him to achieve his goals, truly!”
“But if he deviates from his path, Elliot may be lose everything he treasures...”
Yorri Sakuma
“Mr. Sakuma certainly gloats in the spotlight, doesn’t he? Apologies, he is irritatingly similar to Amemura… That probably wasn’t an accident, however. Despite my gripes, Mr. Sakuma is… Surprisingly ordinary. There is very little information about him, outside of what is accessible to the public thanks to his status as an idol. Which is bothering the bloody hell out of- Well. A lot of his naysayers, most likely. And possibly his fans as well. Celebrities rarely get the privilege of keeping so much of their personal information completely private. It’s nothing short of a miracle that Mr. Sakuma can achieve that. Yes, a miracle…”
ENIGMA
“I can share a few of Mr. Tetsumasu’s sentiments when I say that facing off against a bunch of teens feels a bit… Inappropriate. If only the young master were able to take Mr. Tetsumasu’s place and make his own team. Alas, we are undoubtedly going to have to show little mercy against this team. After all, all’s fair on the battlefield, is it not?”
“...Who am I kidding? This team is the epitome of my blunders. At the very least, I should tell the others and make sure they are handled properly. It’s all I can do for them in my position.”
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MASTERLIST
• Last update: 21/08/2024
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1 - Fanfic serie: Jealousy
2 - Wishes
3 - Scar
4 - Girls night
5 - Doctor's Appointments
6 - Relaxation
7 - Duty and Desire
8 - The Boss
9 - Fanfic serie: Honeypot
10 - I Can See You
11 - Helper
12 - Just married
13 - Traditional vs. Unconventional
14 - Secret Messages
15 - Mission: Heatbreak - PART 1 - PART 2
16 - Kingsman Chronicles
17 - Small Steps
18 - Heart to Heart
19 - Fanfic serie: My, yours.
20 - Your Protector
21 - Loyalty
22 - "Fight for me"
23 - Pool table
24 - Gears of Passion
25 - A Voice to Soothe The Night
26 - The Dutiful Father-to-Be
27 - The Price of Pride
1 - Fantasy Frames - Harry Deane
2 - The World - Harry Deane
3 - Fanfic serie: Money - Lionel Shabandar
4 - Fanfic serie: Trust - Lionel Shabandar
5 - Skype - Lionel Shahbandar
6 - Unique experience - Lionel Shahbandar
7 - The Art of Parenting - Lionel Shahbandar
8 - Who are you? - Lionel Shahbandar
9 - Fanfic Serie: Perfume of Deceit - Lionel Shahbandar
1 - At Least one Time
2 - Oh shit!
3 - Care
4 - Experiments
5 - Fanfic Serie: Smart girl
6 - (Not) Alone
7 - Punctuality
8 - Fanfic serie: Become a great artist
9 - Fanfic serie: Wrong
10 - Fanfic serie: Like father like son
11 - Fanfic serie: The Villain
12 - Beneath the Surface
13 - Daddy's little girl
1 - Chess Game
2 - The Witch and the Judge.
3 - Fanfic serie: Love?
4 - Fanfic serie: Husband's duty
5 - Your husband, Your captor
6 - Lessons in Love - Lost scene from "Love?"
1 - Inappropriate
2 - Fanfic serie: No Reponse
1 - In the Eyes of the Beholder
2 - Stress Relief
3 - Bedroom Boundaries
1 - 11 o'clock girl
2 - Beneath the Veil
1 - Fanfic serie: Difficult woman
2 - Fanfic serie: The Promise of Tomorrow
3 - Needs
4 - The Nanny's Promise.
5 - The Arranged Alliance
1 - The Grass is Greener
2 - Anniversary Ambush
3 - In control
4 - The Sweetest Mission
5 - Fanfic serie: Beneath the Uniform
1° Alan Rickman: Not early riser
2°Alan Rickman: My Commoner
3°Alan Rickman: Typecast Hearts
4°Alan Rickman: Sun and Rain
5°Colin Firth-Alan Rickman: Co-stars
6°Blow Dry/PHIL: Styled with Love
7°Before I go to sleep/BEN: Chains of desire
8°Alan Rickman: Between Takes and Waistlines
9°Sense and Sensibility/BRANDON: You are you
10°Galaxy Quest/ALEXANDER: The stall
11°Judas Kiss/DAVID: Birthday Wishes
12°Rasputin(1996)/RASPUTIN: The Princess
13°Blow Dry/PHIL: Dirty little Secret
14°Alan Rickman: Rehearsal
15°The Barchester chronicles/SLOPE: Man of God
16°Quigley down under/ELLIOTT: My control
17° Die Hard/HANS: Diamond Shadows
18°Die Hard/HANS: Bound by Chaos
19°Quigley down under/ELLIOT: Behind the barn.
20°Die Hard/HANS: Dangerous Games
21°Alan Rickman: Unscripted Love
22°Colin Firth: Behind the Veil of Stardom.
23°Harry Potter/SNAPE: Alchemy of the Heart
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