#mike dodds x fem! reader

[detectivesvu]

Sharing Secrets

Mike Dodds x Fem! Reader Tags: Brief mentions of child abuse. Word Count: 3.6k "I just...hope I haven't completely messed things up."

The air of the SVU victim interview room was completely still.

It wasn’t uncomfortable per se, but it was definitely quiet and not much conversation to fill the air. After all your years at SVU, talking to victims and hearing their stories still stung just as much as your very first day on the squad.

Of course, as time went on and you had more experience under your belt, you were more confident and comfortable talking to victims. You knew that in some cases, you were the only person in their corner. You were the only person who understood what they were feeling and what they were going through. Work experience helped, but it didn’t put even a dent in the way it still made your stomach turn to hear such traumatic events day in and day out.

And certainly, adults were one thing…kids were entirely another.

Too often, SVU was handed cases of kids being assaulted and abused…traumatized and scarred for life. With the adults, you always managed to move on, but kids? Kids’ cases stuck with you forever. Hearing small, meek children tell you that they had been touched or beaten…almost always by someone they knew and trusted. It was impossible to get used to hearing and seeing that every day…it was inconceivable to believe that anyone could lay their hands on a child.

Today was no exception.

He hadn’t hardly said a word since he sat down. He was practically trembling with anxiety as he did everything he could to avoid looking at you and your detective partner sitting directly across from him. If he did sneak a glance, his eyes tended to go to Detective Dodds, who only returned a quick soft smile each time he locked eyes with the 5-year-old.

His eyes were trained on the numerous pieces of paper strewn in front of him, a variety of different colored crayons scattered there as well. He was doodling away with the different crayons, silently dreaming up and sketching multiple pictures as a way of entertaining himself…and distracting himself from the two of you attempting to speak with him.

You and Dodds had been trying to get through to him for nearly half an hour. Each question you asked only earned a meek response and an uncomfortable body movement.

He was scared to death no doubt. Confused as to why two police officers were asking him so many questions that he didn’t want to answer…and even more confused about the situation that landed him here in the first place.

“That’s a really nice picture,” Your voice — soft and full of warmth — spoke to the young boy sitting across from you. “Do you like to draw?”

He said nothing. His eyes — full of fear and yet still so full of innocence — only flickered to you for a moment as a physical show that he had indeed heard your question. His left eye was swollen and a grisly shade of black and blue…evidence of what he had endured that landed him at SVU. His head barely nodded up and down as he set the crayon in use down, his cheeks tinting pink under your gaze.

Mike studied the picture that the child was currently working on. It was no Picasso masterpiece by any means…but even Mike could put together what it was supposed to be.

“Are these your favorite foods?” Mike asked, noting that he could spot a variety of foods that were universally kid friendly.

The child gave another small nod. Eyes now focused on his hands fiddling in his lap. This boy had been through hell and back, so it was no surprise he wasn’t interested in chatting about what foods he liked with two adult strangers. If that boy knew anything for sure, it was that the adults that were supposed to love you could hurt you beyond comprehension…so trusting an adult he didn’t know was not an option unless they gave him a reason to.

It was odd though. The boy had been much more talkative when Sonny picked him up and brought him into the precinct. He hadn’t been a chatterbox by any means, but according to Sonny — the kid wasn’t so clammed up like he was now. Something was making him uneasy.

“Pizza, ice cream, sandwiches…all really good stuff. I like all of that too,” Mike said, trying to establish some kind of common ground with the kid. Mike pointed to one particular image on his picture, a rectangular shape with a symbol on it that he identified to be a certain type of fruit. “Is this a juice box?”

The boy nodded once more, shrinking down into his seat as Mike continued.

“If you want, we can get you a juice box. We have some around here.”

For the briefest moment, the boy perked up. His eyes glimmered just long enough for you and Mike to catch it and know that you were making some progress.

He cowered and shrank into himself again when he locked eyes with you, and that’s when it clicked for Mike.

“Detective,” Mike turned to you, a small, reassuring smile on his face. “Would you get my friend here an apple juice?”

Mike had a look on his face, a look that let you know he had something in mind. You and Mike — a dynamic duo as work partners — understood one another. Your thoughts often flowed together smoothly and with ease. In many ways, your bond went well outside of work. The two of you didn’t just blend together as partners…but as people. If Mike needed you to leave, then you trusted him.

“Sure thing,” You retreated from your chair. “I’ll be right back.”

Mike kept his eyes on the kid, who allowed his own eyes to follow you as you exited the room and disappeared behind the wall. He released a long breath once you were gone, unbeknownst to him that you would be watching from the other side once his promised juice box was retrieved. Mike let the silence simmer for a few minutes, not wanting to immediately start asking more questions.

It wasn’t until the boy snuck another glance at Mike that he decided to try and press further.

“So…let me ask you something. Does Detective [L/N] make you nervous?”

The boy’s wide brown eyes locked with Mike’s for only another moment as he nodded, fiddling with his small hands.

“Can you tell me why she makes you nervous? You didn’t seem to like her being here," Mike asked. "I'm your friend. You can tell me."

The boy was clearly wrestling with himself. Not wanting to give in to Mike’s question…but deep down knowing that he wasn’t here to do anything other than help him. The boy then spoke for the first time in half an hour. The tiniest bit of comfort filled his senses as he finally began to answer Mike’s questions.

“She’s pretty…” He gave the tiniest, shyest grin with a small voice.

Mike couldn’t help himself. His laugh was light and surprised, but genuine. This was the first time he had said anything, and he chose to say that.

You yourself gave a small laugh, cradling the beloved apple juice in your hand to be delivered once Mike made some decent headway in this conversation.

“He’s getting through to him.” Olivia, who was standing to your immediate right, said aloud. “Even if it’s at your expense.”

You shook your head and shrugged, completely unbothered.

“I don’t mind,” You answered. “Mike knows what he’s doing.”

Mike could tell the kid was warming up. He didn’t want to lose momentum now while he was on a roll.

“Is that why you didn’t want to talk with her in the room?”

The boy nodded and surprised Mike by posing a question of his own.

“Do you think she’s pretty too?”

Suddenly, the questioning at your expense was getting a bit personal. Mike shifted in his seat a bit -- he wasn't going to lie to this boy, but he also knew you were listening. Right now, this kid was his priority.

“Yeah, bud. I do.”

The boy brightened up, clearly interested in this ordeal. Mike didn't mind. If it distracted him from what he had been through, then he was more than willing to dish out his personal business.

“Are you boyfriend-girlfriend?” The boy straightened up, now having no trouble keeping eye contact with Mike.

“No, we’re not boyfriend-girlfriend.” Mike chuckled again at the phrasing of the youngster's question.

“Why not?” He tilted his head slightly with curiosity.

Mike's eyes widened at that question, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He wasn't expecting that question, and it caught him off guard. Mike was too far down the road of this conversation to turn back now. If he lost this kid's trust, they might never really know what was happening to him. He turned his attention back to the child, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"It's a bit more complicated than that," Mike admitted, trying to maintain his composure. "We're partners...but not the kind that dates."

It seemed that suddenly the boy was very invested in your and Mike’s relationship because he continued to press on like he needed to know for his own personal reasons.

“But if you think she’s pretty, why don’t you date?” He asked. “You like her don’t you?”

Mike chuckled again, amused by the boy's curiosity and keen eye for detail. He leaned back in his chair, contemplating his answer for a moment before speaking.

"Well...you're right. I do like her," he admitted, a smile on his face. "But it's not always that simple. We work together every day...and sometimes," Mike said, hesitating for a moment, "Work can get in the way of things."

“Oh…” The boy said quietly, thinking for only a moment before continuing. “So you don’t like her more than a friend?”

Mike pondered on the question. It really was a difficult one to answer. Because the feelings he had for you weren't just that of friendship. They were stronger, deeper, but he didn't know how to articulate it to a 5-year-old child. He leaned closer to the boy, his voice serious but still friendly.

"I do like her more than just a friend. A lot more," He confessed, his smile still on his face. "But it's a bit tricky when we work together. Does that make sense?"

The boy picked up on Mike’s quiet tone, and he matched his whisper when he spoke next.

“Yeah but…why don’t you tell her you like her?”

Mike was caught off guard again by the boy's insightful question. He shifted in his chair, feeling a pang of guilt and regret in his chest. The simple truth was, he had thought about expressing his feelings to you more times than he could count. But there was always a reason not to.

He sighed, his voice low and conflicted.

"It's not that easy. If I tell her how I feel...it could mess up our friendship."

Mike realized he was probably oversharing with him. In no way was his feelings for you the child's responsibility...but the boy didn't seem burdened in the slightest -- this was the most interested he had been in talking all day. A slight smile appeared on the boy’s face as he leaned over the table, whispering even quieter to Mike.

“I think she likes you too.” He grinned.

Mike kept his expression unchanged, but his heartbeat was beginning to quicken in his chest. He knew there was no turning back from this now. He leaned in toward the boy, mirroring his whispering tone.

"What makes you think that?" He asked in a hushed voice.

The boy shrugged, but his eyes were completely lit up at this conversation.

“I don’t know…” He giggled. “I can just tell.”

Mike knew this conversation was getting way off track. The purpose of this interview was to get this boy to tell him about what he had endured at his daycare center, and how he ended up bruised and beaten — but at this point, Mike figured it was valuable to finish it out.

“You’re a smart kid,” He said. “You can tell me. How can you tell?"

Mike was impressed at how observant and perceptive this kid was. At such a young age, he had an astute sense of things that many adults didn’t even pick up on in their own relationships. The boy scrunched his eyebrows, thinking hard. Mike chuckled at the sight and waited patiently for his answer.

"Well," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "She smiles at you a lot. And she listens when you talk. Like...she really listens."

Mike was speechless. He could tell this kid was observant, but this was beyond impressive. It seemed that this five-year-old was beyond smarter than he was.

“But I won’t tell her if you don’t want her to know you like her,” The boy said. “I promise."

Mike knew that it wasn't a secret anymore, given that you were probably watching from the other side and had heard this entire conversation. Still, Mike admired the kid's loyalty. He leaned forward, a conspiratorial smile on his face.

“Thanks, kid. Let’s keep it just between us for now, okay?”

Mike knew you had to have been watching and listening this entire time. His stomach was in knots knowing that you had just heard him spill his liking for you to a child. He hoped and hoped that this kid was right, and that your friendship and partnership wasn’t over.

As if on cue, the door to the room opened — revealing you with two small boxes of the promised apple juice. The boy shrank into his seat slightly when you entered, but shared a knowing glance with Mike.

Mike's eyes darted from the boy back to you, trying to keep a casual demeanor despite the wave of nerves that washed over him. He could sense the boy's slightly timid behavior as you entered the room, and the knowing glance the boy shared with him was both reassuring and foreboding. He tried his best to act natural, standing up to take the juice box from you and set it on the table in front of the boy.

"Perfect timing, thanks." Mike said, his voice betraying a hint of tension underneath.

She knew Mike was going to try and continue the conversation with the boy now — and get the full story of the abuse he had endured. She wouldn’t be sticking around - just long enough to give him his juice.

“I brought you a second one…just in case you were extra thirsty.” she smiled at the boy, her heart pounding at the new knowledge of Mike liking her so much more than she ever realized. “If you want anything else, let Mike know, okay?”

The boy took one of the juice boxes, unwrapped the straw and punched it into the hole.

“Okay,” He gave her a shy smile. “Thanks.”

The thought of you potentially knowing Mike's feelings for you — the fact that he may have given away his secret to you via a 5-year-old — was almost overwhelming. But he pushed it aside, needing to focus on the task at hand.

As you excused yourself to leave the room, he shot you a quick nod, a silent thank you for the juice and giving him and the kid some privacy.

“Okay, buddy…” Mike said calmly, trying to shift gears. “Can you tell me about your daycare teacher?”

For the next hour or so, Mike and the boy talked back and forth. The boy told Mike all the details of how his daycare teacher abused him and other kids in his class — and gave SVU enough reason to question and potentially arrest her.

Through the boy's detailed and sometimes-heartbreaking account of the abuse he and others had suffered, Mike listened intently, his heart breaking a bit more with every new piece of information. He jotted down notes as the boy spoke, making sure to capture as much information as possible for the investigation. The more Mike learned about the daycare teacher's treatment of the children, the more determined he was to bring her to justice.

When the boy was out of things to say and SVU had enough information, Mike stood from the table and held his hand out to the boy.

“You’ve been very brave and helpful to us,” He said, smiling once more when the boy walked around the table and took his hand. “Thank you for helping us.”

The boy nodded, walking out of the room hand-in-hand with Mike — entering Olivia’s office where you, Olivia, and Carisi were waiting. Olivia wore an expression of curiosity, Carisi looked as if he was about to explode to go tell the entire squad room what just happened, and you were looking at Mike...purely in awe as he stood in front of you.

Mike squatted to meet the boy’s height, gesturing toward Carisi with a grin.

“I need to get back to work now. Detective Carisi is going to take you now, okay?”

The boy nodded again, leaning in to whisper one more thing to Mike before going with Carisi.

“I won’t forget our secret.” He said, and Mike patted his shoulder affectionately.

Carisi took the boy with him, leaving Mike alone with her and Olivia. As Carisi led the boy out of the office -- no doubt going to tell Fin and Rollins about this -- Mike stood up and stood stoically, now facing you and Olivia, his nerves mounting. He avoided your gaze, focusing instead on straightening out the notes he had taken during the interview. The silence in the room was deafening, and Mike's heart was hammering in his chest.

"I'm going to call Barba," Olivia said, which was Olivia's way of saying she was leaving the room. “I'll send Fin and Rollins down to that daycare center."

Mike nodded in acknowledgement as Olivia relayed the news about the teacher, his heart racing even faster at the impending prospect of being alone with you. He swallowed hard, bracing himself for the conversation that was to come. Olivia swiftly left the room, closing the door behind her.

Mike stood frozen for a moment, mustering up the courage to finally look over at you. He took a deep breath, his gaze meeting yours. It wasn't like Mike to be so nervous. Mike was always confident...super focused on work. But right now, he was terrified that your partnership and friendship was ruined.

He could tell you weren’t angry with him or anything of that nature. If anything you looked…relieved.

“So…” You couldn’t help but flash a small grin, his chest fluttering at the sight. “You think I’m pretty?”

Mike let out a nervous laugh, a mix of relief and anxiety coursing through him. Seeing your small grin made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't deny it now - he was about to see the outcome of his confession.

"Guilty as charged," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "That kid wasn't wrong."

He paused for a moment, the weight of his feelings for you heavy in his chest.

"I just...hope I haven't completely messed things up."

“Come on, Mike…” You took a step closer. “You know it would take way more than that to mess things up between us.”

Relief washed over him as you took a step closer. The distance between you guys was shrinking, and he could feel the tension in the room growing. He studied your face, searching your eyes for any hint of rejection.

"I was worried that you'd think this completely changed everything." He said, his voice quiet but firm.

"Well…it certainly does change things…in a good way." You smiled.

Mike's head was spinning. This was certainly not how he expected his day to go...and for the first time ever, he was distracted from the current case at hand.

He took a cautious step forward, closing the distance between you guys even further. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt. He saw nothing but genuine hope.

"The kid was right after all," You said. "But this is a conversation we can have when we get this case figured out. We need to get him taken care of."

He gave a slow nod, his gaze locked on yours. As much as he wanted to blurt out everything he was feeling, he knew you were right — there was work to be done first.

"You're right," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "We need to focus on the case. But when this is all over…"

"When this is all over..." You finished his sentence for him. "We will see where we go from here."

The promise of "what's to come" overwhelmed him like no other. It had been so long since he had something other than work to focus on. He took another step forward, the urge to be closer to you nearly overwhelming him. But he stopped himself, knowing that until the case was closed, he couldn't act on any impulses.

"Right," He agreed. "How about dinner at my place?"

Your smile grew, and a slight heat rushed your cheeks.

"It's a date."

The matter was put to rest for now. They had work to do and a case to solve. But neither of you could deny that it sat in the back of your minds for the rest of the day. The day had taken an unexpected turn after all, and a most welcome one at that.

Mike was patient, and he knew with a little more time you would be able to see where this would lead.

Although, you both already had a pretty good idea of what that would be.

[teamhappyme]

tell me a love story

pairing: mike dodds x female!reader

warnings: none other than the fact that mike dodds is alive and well what is canon

word count: 787

a/n: hi, yes, hello, as many of you know my brand is loving mike dodds so i’m finally leaning in and writing for the lovely boy. @qvid-pro-qvo, i love making mike dodds happy with (and for,) you!

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You remember the moment you fell in love with Mike Dodds so clearly.

You accompanied him to his first NYPD Gala two months after the incident with Gary Munson. His father had begged him to make an appearance, to show the higher ups at Joint Terrorism that he was bouncing back, and would be ready to come back to work without a scratch.

Little did Chief Dodds know that Mike planned to stay at SVU, to stay with the people that felt like family. 

You didn’t hesitate to accept the invitation, the sheepish smile on his face hooking you immediately. The two of you had been dancing around this romance for the better part of six months, both of you absolutely clueless of the feelings you had for one another.

It wasn’t until Mike was lying in a hospital bed, recovering from a gunshot wound to the stomach, that you let your feelings come to light. Once he came to about three days later, he held his hand out to you without any shame, begging for you to hold it. And as you clutched it close to your heart, you let your tears fall freely onto your joined hands, not taking another second for granted.

After everything the two of you had gone through to get to this place, you didn’t hesitate to join him. Mike impressed all the right people, knowing exactly what to say to make their eyes shine and their smiles grow. As much as he hated the way people thought of him as his father’s shadow, Mike was made for the department. But that didn’t mean he had to play by the rules all the time; he would talk the talk tonight, but would walk his own way in the morning.

The night was halfway done when he asked you to dance. The two of you swayed on the corner of the dance floor, growing closer with every note. So when he lowered his head, and wrapped you in a chaste kiss, you knew what this night meant to him, what the last two months had meant to him. And you knew that you would love him for as long as he let you.

This was the story you were telling your daughter and son tonight. They kept asking you about the moment you two met, how daddy and mommy fell in love. So you told them this story, without the especially gruesome details, as they cuddled between you and your husband on your bed.

“Is daddy a good dancer, mommy?” Your daughter asked through a yawn, your son already out cold tucked into Mike’s side. 

“He’s a very good dancer, but he can be a little picky with the music.” You answered, before looking at your husband. He just rolled his eyes, opting to stay silent and still to not wake the little boy. 

“Daddy, will you dance with me sometime?” The innocence in her voice almost brought you to tears, and you knew it was the same for Mike as he began blinking a little faster.

“First thing in the morning, we’ll have a dance lesson.” He said and her smile only grew. “But you’re going to need a good night’s sleep first.”

She nodded, quickly kissing yours and Mike’s cheeks, barely letting us whisper an I love you before she hopped off the bed.

“I hope I dream of ballerinas,” She commented before leaving the room, leaving you and Mike to share a laugh of your daughter’s sweet, sweet mind.

You looked over at your two boys now, cuddled together with matching brown wisps of hair. Mike ran his hand through your son's short strands, lightly pushing them off of his forehead.

“I know I should bring him to bed, but he just looks so comfortable right here.” You smiled as you moved over to sit closer to them. 

“He can stay here tonight.” Looking up from the sweet boy, you looked up at your husband, running your fingers through his hair just the same. You didn’t miss the small smile spread across his face, and the way he relaxed into your touch.

“We’ve got a pretty good thing going on here, huh Dodds?” He freed your hand from his hair, linking your fingers to his instead.

“We’ve got the best thing in the world right here.” You smiled, letting those tears you tried to hold back fall, racing to hit the corners of your mouth. Gently leaning over your son, he gave you a quick kiss, while gently brushing the tears from your cheeks. 

“I love you,” He whispered, a full smile taking over his face. 

You leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I love you more.”

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[partofmultifandoms]

Told Ya So

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Fem!Reader

Description: Mike returns to work a little too soon after getting shot. Luckily you’re there to comfort him when he gets home.

Warnings: Fluffff (why do we put this as a warning??)

Mike Dodds had only been back at SVU for about a week now. To say he was stressed and exhausted would be an almost comedic understatement. Getting shot in the shoulder did not bode well with him. He was still recovering but he was going stir-crazy just staying put at his desk. His doctor finally gave the go-ahead for Mike to get back to his everyday work so Liv let him out into the field today.

He didn’t think it would make him so tired. His eyelids felt heavy as he drove home and he knew in the back of his mind that he really shouldn’t be driving in his current state but here he was and all he wanted was to get home and change and shower and…you.

Never mind. He just wanted you. Wanted to hug you and never leave and he really almost fell asleep at the wheel thinking about how warm you would be.

You had gotten off work early that day at around 4:30 instead of 5. He knew that you liked to come home from work and be alone for a little bit to recharge. He also knew that you happen to get very, very clingy around 9pm. It was currently 10:46pm and he knew all you would want to do was cuddle and fall asleep on top of him when he got home. That sounded like a great plan to him.

How he made it up to his apartment in one piece was beyond him but he made it. Now the only obstacle between him and you was the stupid door and the lock that needed a stupid key which he now couldn’t find. You must have heard him fumbling with the lock because before he could properly turn the key correctly to get the door open, you were smiling on the other side, looking up at him.

Geez, he could never not smile back. Your smile was so soft and genuine and warm and he loves it.

“Hi.” You almost whisper, as if afraid you’ll wake him up too much. You could see his droopy eyes, the lazy smile that settled on his lips, and you could see how slumped he was. You gently took his hand to pull him into the apartment (even though it was his own). He didn’t hesitate to let you guide him.

“Why don’t you go change and freshen up. I ordered pizza, should be here in a couple minutes or so.” You were so, so pretty. All dressed down and wearing his sweatshirt (which looked better on you than him, not that Mike was complaining). Your hair was let down loosely, falling in a way that was perfectly you and he just wanted to scoop you up and never let go. You caught on to his longing gaze and let out a giggle.

“Mike, I’ll be here when you get back. And then we can eat pizza and watch The Office and cuddle.” Your voice was so gentle and steady that it almost lulled him to sleep right there. Without another word you softly pushed him backward as a hint to get to his bedroom. A lopsided grin fell onto his face and it only made you grin and shake your head.

He had changed as quickly as he could and when he walked back out into the living room, you had just set the pizza down on the coffee table. You looked up to find Mike in the doorway shirtless and nearly ready to collapse into bed with you.

Immediately you opened your arms, which he nearly ran into. His arms snaking around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck, pulling him tightly to you. His head dropped to rest in the crook of your neck as he inhaled slowly. Your fading perfume and coconut shampoo mixed to create a scent that was unique to you and it was intoxicating.

You went to let go but Mike only wrapped his arms tighter around you. You placed a kiss to his neck and another on his collarbone before he pulled away a little to look at you. You looked up into his eyes and you knew he had had a difficult day. And you knew it was because he jumped back into the field too quickly but you knew that he knew that too and now was not the time to point out that you were right.

So instead of saying “I told you so”, you placed a soft kiss to his shoulder, right over the little scar left from the bullet. You felt him melt as your lips met his sensitive skin. He had finally let the tension that had built up in his shoulders and neck relax, even letting his eyes finally shut.

Neither of you were very hungry, mostly just tired and ready for bed. The pizza was hardly touched but finally, you were resting on top of his chest, your breathing matching his to create a perfect rhythm of beating hearts. Mike had fallen asleep soon after you laid on top of him. You couldn’t help but watch him. He looked so peaceful and content, eyes flittering around beneath his eyelids as he dreamt (you wondered what of). His chest slowly rising and falling. And finally, you allowed yourself to sleep as well, lying your head over his heart as your eyes slowly fell closed.

POMF’s Note: heyyyy, how y’all doin? don’t mind me just publishing this blurb after months of not writing anything…

[storiesofsvu]

Can't Help Myself

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, semi public sex.

The NYPD was hosting one of their many annual galas, this one in specific honour of the Special Victims Unit across New York. This meant that tonight, the various squads were required to all be in their dress blues, the formal part of the evening (and the dinner) were over, leaving everyone in various states of dress, some buttons undone, a more relaxed feel took over as the drinks started to flow. 

You were up at the bar, a plus one of the event thanks to Mike Dodds, though also a guest as the SVU’s current A.D.A. waiting for another round of drinks when Mike came up behind you, sliding a soft arm across your lower back, pulling his body against yours, kissing the side of your head. The bartender was preoccupied so you turned into your boyfriend, curling your hands behind his neck while your eyes drank in his appearance, it was a very rare occurrence to see him in his blues and it certainly was doing something for you. You leaned up, placing a gentle yet solid kiss against his lips, pulling him into your body as his hands wrapped around your waist, fingers trailing the bare skin of your back.

“What was that for?” He asked, a smug grin on his face, you simply smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth before pulling away,

“I mean this whole gala is kind of for you, isn’t it?” You quirked a brow, slightly turning back to the bar, leaning against him, Mike laughed gently, kissing the back of your head as you rambled an order off to the bartender.

“This whole gala is kind of for the entire unit sweetheart.” You turned back to him, eyes raking over his form once again, 

“Well maybe I just can’t help myself when you look like that…” He practically growled, pulling you against him for a deep kiss, he could taste the champagne on your tongue, your perfume assaulting his senses, you tore apart from each other when the bartender cleared their throat loudly. You mumbled an embarrassed thanks, tossing a fiver in the tip jar. You took your drinks, making your way over to the rest of the squad, your relationship had been disclosed to those needed, and Mike’s dad already knew, but most of the squad was in the dark still. Mike dropped his hand from your back as you approached the table. 

The two of you spent a small amount of time interacting with the squad, drinking, laughing at jokes and making fun with each other. Carisi made his way back to the bar with Rollins while Fin and Olivia buried themselves into a deep conversation. You took this brief moment of privacy to turn towards Mike, nipping at his earlobe, cupping his length in your hand, causing him to quietly moan into your cheek, 

“Sweetheart…”He murmured, eyes rolling back briefly,

“Yes baby?” You innocently glanced up at him through your lashes, you felt his hand cautiously make its way down to your ass, squeezing tightly,

“Meet me in the back bathroom in 5…” Mike whispered into your ear, nipping at your neck before excusing himself. You continued the friendly conversation between the detectives before politely excusing yourself as well, making your way to the private bathroom. You opened the door to see Mike leaning against the counter, eyes shooting up to you as the door opened, which you promptly locked.

In two quick strides he was on you, lips on yours, pushing you against the wall, pinning you to it with his hips, rolling against you while you gasped against his mouth, his hands grasping at every inch of your body they could.

“Mikey…” You moaned, he bit heavily into your exposed neck, “God baby, you look so fucking good in that uniform…I fuckin’ love it…” His hands trailed down your body, making their way under your dress, finding your panties soaked, he chuckled darkly, biting against your skin again before his fingers buried into your heat.

“I can tell…”He laughed, pulling back to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his fingers continued their assault on you, doing your best not to make too much noise. “You look so fucking sexy in that dress baby,” Your cunt clenched around him, you whined heavily.

“Mike please…just fucking fuck me….” You begged, he chuckled, pushing your skirt up as he pinned you against the basin, both of you facing the mirror, pushing your panties to the side.

“You ready sweetheart?” He asked honestly, 

“Yes….please…” You practically sobbed as he pulled himself out of his uniform, those blues were simply too much for you. Mike traced his head through your folds, causing you to jerk back against him, a soft cry escaping your lips before he plunged into you. A breath of lust broke through your lips, your hands gripping the counter in front of you as Mike plowed into you quickly from behind. You both knew you didn’t have a lot of time, or a lot of privacy to finish off. Mike pulled your body up, closing a hand gently around your neck as the other roped its way around to your clit, rubbing hard fast circles. You quietly sobbed, clenching down around his cock, your body trembling against his, as he thrusted you through your orgasm your hand buried itself into his hair, pulling tightly. Mike pushed you back down against the sink, pounding relentlessly as his hips stuttered before he groaned heavily, leaning forward as he bit into your neck, stilling against your body. 

“Fuck sweetheart…”Mike muttered softly against the skin of your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses across your back as he slowly pulled out, wiping your folds with a Kleenex before placing our panties back in place. You remained against the basin, regaining your breath before you pushed yourself up, fixing your hair and lipstick before turning back to Dodds.

“You okay?” You smirked, tracing a hand down Mike’s cheek, kissing his lips gently as he placed himself back in his uniform,

“More than okay baby.” He laughed lightly, “Might need a minute…” You laughed outwardly at that, giving his ass a slight slap,

“I’ll meet ya out there.” You gave him a deep kiss before leaving the bathroom, making your way back to the table of SVU friends. By now it was only Fin, Olivia and Carisi, everyone else seemed to have left. You ordered another glass of champagne as you reached the table.

“Y/N, ya look flushed, ya sure ya should have another drink?” You laughed, glancing across to Liv, 

“Carisi I’m fine, I promise you.” A few moments later Mike returned to your table, still slightly out of breath as he asked for another drink as Fin butted in, 

“What, you need to run a few laps around the building to keep up with your fitness?” Mike laughed outwardly at that, Olivia raised a brow at you, 

“Please don’t tell me you just…” You cut her off, not caring about privacy anymore, practically everyone knew anyways, 

“Fucked in the bathroom, yeah, yeah we did.” You took a swig of your champagne as Mike sputtered into his glass, Carisi literally choked on his beer, and Fin cackled into his. It was a matter of seconds before Chief Dodds was at your table, congratulating the unit for a job well done and everyone had to keep as cool as possible. 

“Y/N, glad you could be here, we’ll see you Sunday, right?” William asked,

“Of course Chief!” You leaned into the hug and kiss on the cheek, you’d been to multiple dinners with the Dodds’ already, he gave a formal goodbye to the squad, squeezing Mike on the arm before he left. Mike leaned into your back, kissing your shoulder, muttering against your ear,

“You ready to go sweetheart?” You turned in his arms, no longer afraid of the squad knowing, placing a passionate kiss against his lips, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you against him. You pulled away softly, a look of affection in your eyes as you bore into him,

“Of course.” You winked, you both made your very quick goodbyes of the squad, Mike’s hand held very tightly on your lower back, taking a risk to slip down to your ass to squeeze it every so often, there was no way either of you were finished torturing each other for the evening.

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Made just for you

Another Mike Dodds x (fem) reader fic. 

This should fill the Holiday Party square of @storiesofsvu’s holiday bingo. 

TW for mentions of cocktails, alcohol, and alcohol use

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“I really hate these things.”

You looked up to Sonny, who was walking beside you. “Seriously? You’re like the king of schmoozing.”

He laughed as you reached your destination and he swung the door open for you. Despite it being 8:00 pm on a Friday night, the two of you were entering the Manhattan county coroner’s building dressed in your holiday best. For you, that meant the somewhat daring look of tight black miniskirt, thick black tights and thigh length black suede boots. Under your winter coat, you had on an ugly Christmas sweater with a black cat with reindeer antlers. There was to be an ugly Christmas sweater contest and Liv had asked the squad to show their appreciation for the party’s hosts by partaking. Liv had threatened Rollins with desk duty if she didn’t show up in something festive, but you had a feeling Fin would still figure out a loophole.

“Yeah, well I’m glad someone thinks so. Sometimes Rollins makes me feel like I can never say anything right to anyone.” The squad’s most recent case had been a tough one with a few missteps from the entire squad, but Sonny in particular had really put his foot in his mouth during part of the trial.

You two reached the elevators and you pressed the button to head down to the basement. The medical examiner and CSI departments always hosted their joint holiday party in the morgue. Apparently it was something that started as a tradition and got funnier as the years went on to those who were regularly a part of that tradition. This was the first year that the entire SVU squad had been invited; you, Sonny, and Mike Dodds were the only ones who hadn’t been included before. This was Mike’s first Christmas on the squad, and it had apparently taken years for you and Sonny to wear down the ME’s crew enough to warrant an invitation. You tried not to let it sting, but you know Sonny was torn between being flattered at finally being invited and offended that it took so long. When you got your invites, Sonny may have muttered something to you about Dodds only being invited so soon during his tenure because everyone was intimidated by his connections. You had to give the Sergeant more credit than that, he was another member of the squad who was undeniably charismatic.  And there were a few of the lab techs who had a thing for him. 

You bumped Sonny’s elbow as you both entered the elevator. “I’m sorry,” you didn’t know what else to say, “we all mess up and say the wrong thing sometimes. The defense lawyers count on that and you know, Mr. Law School, how easily they can manipulate you into saying something different from what you mean.”

“I know, it still stings when it happens, especially knowing you might be the reason for someone not getting justice.” Sonny had been with SVU for a few months longer than you had, but he still got treated like the new kid. You weren’t sure why he got ragged on so hard, he really was the greatest guy and had become one of your dearest friends within just a few months of knowing him. He reminded you a lot of your baby brother and he said you were like “a much less Italian” version of his sister Bella.  You two bickered a lot, but there wasn’t any sort of…tension that it came with, unlike him and another detective who he butted heads with.  

You got off the elevator and shrugged out of your coats to set on a table outside the large room you’d be in. You saw Sonny’s sweater and burst out laughing. It was a reference to A Christmas Story, and above a picture of a lamp shaped like a lady’s leg said “Fra-gee-lay, it must be Italian.”

“You like it?”

“I love it,” you assured him, still giggling.

He frowned at your antler-having cat sweater, “that’s not fair, your sweater’s cute, not ugly. You actually look kind of hot, you’re not supposed to look hot!”

“Ewww,” you laughed some more, “don’t call me hot, it’s Christmas!”

He stopped laughing, “is there any reason you’re trying to look hot? Is it the new CSI guy who wears the weird hats?” 

He could be really clueless for such an excellent detective, but that worked in your favor. You didn’t need him teasing you about that.

“Some of us don’t have to try to look hot, Son,” you husked, and sauntered past him into the main room. 

You didn’t want him to see the blush that had crept up your neck. You weren’t trying to look hot, but you didn’t want to look frumpy either. There were certain people at the party you didn’t want to look anything less than put-together in front of. A mini skirt at a work function wasn’t exactly put-together, but you had warred with the subconscious part of  your mind that wanted to make an impression while getting dressed earlier. This was the only time a certain coworker would probably ever see you outside of a pant suit. You told yourself you just wanted to be reminded of the fact that you were more than a detective sometimes.

Sonny came up beside you and let out a whistle. The morgue was definitely more festive than you were expecting, but most surprising was the amount of people crammed into the space. Everyone was wearing holiday garb, there were mostly bedecked sweaters of varying shades of tacky, but you caught a Santa outfit in the crowd, a couple girls in elf-type dresses, and there were even some snowman and reindeer onesies. You smiled, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t considered that a party at the morgue would be different than the typical, stuffy police squad holiday parties. Maybe tonight would be fun, not boring or awkward.

You saw an arm waving over some heads in the crowd, it was Liv beckoning you and Sonny over. She was standing with Dr. Warner, Rollins, Fin (who had a tiny Santa sticker on his lapel, you knew he’d get out of the sweater thing), and Dodds. You settled in the circle the group had formed next to Dodds, smiling up at him shyly. Before you or Sonny could get out a greeting, Liv and Amanda started speaking to you both at once, chattering over one another about how glad they were that you were here and they never thought you would make it.

Sonny glanced at Fin curiously, who conspiratorially told you, “They’ve had a few drinks.” You smiled, you knew they each had a sitter for the night, they must be enjoying the freedom.

“Dodds, get these two a drink! You won’t believe the cocktails the Sarg can whip up.”

You turned to look at your Sergeant, “Really?”

Dodds didn’t blush, but his ears did turn pink. “Yeah, it used to be a hobby of mine.”

“Really? I can’t believe you’ve kept that from us all this time.” He smiled and gestured to the side of the room where a table covered in alcohol bottles and mixers was set up. You followed him over, but Sonny stayed with the group. He was a beer drinker, through and through.

“What would you like?” He picked up a silver martini shaker.

“I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for, I didn’t realize I’d have options. Can you recommend something?”

He smiled bigger than you had ever seen him. “That’s actually one of my favorite things, making someone a drink based on their personality. Would that be okay? I think I know you pretty well by now.”

“Yes, I’d love that!” you practically bounced up and down, this was already fun and not just because you were learning more about your Sergeant outside of work, and actually seeing him outside of work.

He twisted his mouth to the side and pulled a couple of bottles to the front—tequila, golden rum, vodka and examined them carefully. He was actually putting thought into this. He may even have been trying to impress you. Your heart fluttered for a beat.

He took you in, even glanced up and down over your form very quickly. “You don’t like whiskey or scotch, am I right?”

Oh. He knew you were basic. Great. 

“No, I know I’ll never be a cool girl.” You meant for it to sound nonchalant and say it with a shoulder shrug, but you just sounded embarrassed.

He scoffed and frowned, “Don’t be ridiculous, what you drink isn’t what makes you cool. You think you can’t be a badass unless you shoot whiskey?” You shrugged one shoulder. 

“Y/N, first of all, you’re one of the most interesting people I know. Sure, some of your hobbies are a little obscure, a little quiet, but the way you talk about them makes them sound really fascinating. You do things like cross-stitch memes, go to viewings of indie horror movies, and go on hikes trying to dig up reptiles. You actually make me want to do those things based on how excitedly you talk about them.” Your cheeks burned. When had you talked to Mike Dodds about your herping excursions??

He started pouring a few different liquors and what looked like ginger beer into the martini shaker and added ice. “Don’t ever worry about if someone thinks you’re cool or not because you’re already too badass for them.”

You ducked your head down, you couldn’t stop smiling. You hadn’t meant to fish for compliments, but he had never told you more than “Great work, Detective” before.

“Besides,” he nudged your hip with his, “do you think anyone else in this entire city could make a cat sweater look sexy?”

You both locked eyes and held the gaze as he handed you a cup. You held the look as you took your first sip, but closed your eyes as the fizzy drink hit your tongue. You moaned without meaning to.

“What is this, Mike?” You hadn’t meant to use his first name, you never had before. You always stuck to Sergeant or Dodds, reminding yourself of that boundary every day.

“Something special that I’ll make for you any time you want.”

As the night went on, Mike made you a few more drinks and drank several himself. None of the squad won the ugly Christmas sweater contest, but your whole squad laughed together as one of the crime scene techs in a reindeer onesie did a strip tease down to Santa boxers and suspenders towards the end of the night. The crowd slowly dispersed after that, but there still remained a few pockets of people in the room.

You and Mike spent most of the night talking and laughing off to the side, not meaning to seclude yourselves, but you needed to know more about Mike outside of work. He told you about working at Lucky’s when he got home from the Army and how that hadn’t aligned with his dad’s plans.

You tilted your head to the side, “So why give up? Why can’t you still have that dream?”

Mike gave you a bewildered look. “I’m pretty set on the momentum of the path I’m on now. It feels a little out of my hands at this point.”

You moved closer, “I understand that, but why not have this as another goal? Surely one day you’ll want to slow down, think about retiring. Why not have a bar then?” Had he seriously not thought of this?

He furrowed his brows and looked at you hard. “I hadn’t really thought of that as an option.”

“It’s just a thought,” you said lightly, as much as you wanted him to open up to you, you didn’t want him to think on past disappointments on a night where he was meant to be carefree. Not when he was laughing and smiling with you.

“It’s a great thought, Y/N,” he almost whispered your name. He smiled, “that’s why I need you, to point out what should be obvious to me.”

Your cheeks hurt from how much you had been smiling all night. He always knew the right thing to say, despite you never knowing what to say back.

“Well,” he started again, but stepping much closer to you. So close you had to crane your neck up to look into his eyes, “that’s one of many reasons I need you, and I guess there are some obvious things I need to point out to you.”

“Like what?”

He reached out and ran his fingers over yours until you opened your hand to clasp his. “Like how much I care about you and want to get to know you more. How I’ve been trying to talk myself out of it for months because of all the reasons I shouldn’t instead of any of the reasons I should. ”

You felt like all the air had escaped the room, you couldn’t take a deep enough breath. “What reasons, Mike?”

He shook his head slightly, “That maybe I deserve to be happy. And I’m happiest when I’m at work, but mostly because I’m working with you. I never really thought about being happy before, but I’m getting more and more clarity on what that means since joining SVU. Clarity on why it’s so important to have happiness in your life, when the world can be so ugly. I want to be happy and not close myself off from what could be my biggest source of happiness.”

Your voice was shaking when you said, “I want you to be happy, too, Mike. More than anything!”

He smiled and pulled you closer, reached down to brush his lips across your forehead. There weren’t many people left at the party, but how could you even care when Mike was spilling his heart out to you. About you. For you.

He let go of your hand, “I’m sorry, I know I’ve sprung a lot on you unbidden. I’d blame it on the drinks, but it’s not that, I just didn’t want to keep it to myself anymore. I know it’s not fair of me and puts you in an awkward place.”

You grabbed his hand back and laughed lightly. “I don’t feel awkward at all. I feel more comfortable around you now than I ever have.”

He raised his eyebrow. You blushed, “I’m always worried I’m going to say or do the wrong thing. Say too much or stare too much.”

“You could never say the wrong thing, Y/N.”

You started laughing and after a moment he did too, everyone knew you had a knack for saying the wrong thing. “Alright, maybe you could say the wrong thing, but never anything that could make me think any less of you. And I really like it when I catch you staring.”

You dropped his hand to cover your face with both of your hands. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and chuckled, and you both started walking towards the exit to grab your coats. “I could teach you to stare more sneakily, but I’d rather be selfish and catch you staring at me.”

He lifted your chin up with one finger, “would you like to go get a drink with me? Talk more? I’m not ready to say goodnight.”

“I’m not ready to say goodnight either. Tonight has been too perfect, but I don’t think anywhere could serve a drink as good as what you made me.”

He helped you into your coat and cleared his throat. “I really do mean it when I say I just want to talk more, but would you like to come back to my place?

You could swear you stopped breathing. “I’d love that, I want you to tell me everything about you.”

He wrapped his arm tightly around your waist as you headed towards the elevator together. “I’ll tell you everything there is if you promise to show me all of your favorite things.” 

When you walked outside, a light dusting of snow had started to fall. You lifted your face to feel the snowflakes against your flushed skin and felt him watching you. You caught his eye and didn’t think you would ever stop smiling.

[uncpanda]

Second Chances

AN: In ten years I have NEVER written a oneshot this long, it’s over 10,000 words and nearly twenty pages, but this idea has been bugging me for a few weeks. I hope you enjoy! 

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Fem!reader

Warning: Self harm; after a case Mike does bare knuckle boxing as a form of self punishment, nothing too graphic. Mentions of major character death. 

“So, what’s our reason?” 

Liv doesn’t even glance up at you. After six years, she’s gotten rather good at working through your babbling. “Our reason for what?” 

“Hating the new sergeant? When Rollins and Amaro came we hated them because they weren’t Elliot? Are we hating the new guy because he isn’t Nick?” 

She glares up at you, “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that, right?” 

You shrug, “It’s my specialty.” 

“We didn’t hate Carisi when he transferred in.” 

“No, I didn’t hate him. The rest of you were . . . enh? Not to mention the poor man has been asked to be called Sonny about a billion times and I’m the only one who will do it.” 

“Carisi was brash. . . and then there was that mustache.” You shiver a bit at the memory. That thing had been horrible. “And now Carisi is a much loved member of the team.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you watch the chief walk in with who you assume is his son. You lean back against Liv’s desk, “They don’t look much alike, do they?” 

Liv peers around you, “Nope. Be ready though, I’m going to have you teach him the ropes.” 

You smile and then head out of the office and back to your desk, the one that sits right across from the new sergeant. You catch his eye as he passes by and you give him a small smile before diving into your paperwork. 

You’re just getting to the bad part of the paperwork, when you hear your name called. Your head shoots up and you lock eyes with Liv. She’s smiling, it’s her ‘company’ smile, the one she uses for political shindigs. 

“Y/F/N Grey this is Mike Dodds, our new sergeant. Dodds, this is Grey.” 

Your first thought, standing in front of him is, man is he tall. Your second thought is, man is he pretty. You shake his hand and exchange pleasantries. 

“You mind showing the sergeant the ropes? I’ll be along shortly, but the chief and I need to finish our conversation.” 

“No problem Leiu.” You take the slip of paper from her with the details, “Finn and Sonny already there?” 

“Yep. So do me a favor and make the introductions.” 

“On it.” 

You grab your jacket, do a small spin as you put it on, and smile at your new team member, “Time to head out Sarge.” 

You see the confusion on his face as you head out. You stay quiet on your way to the hotel. He’s nervous, you can see it in the slight twitches in his fingers. He’s doing better than you had on your first day; you’d run into a wall while taking a perp down, and the entire squad had mother henned you for a week. You’d been twenty three, and had been deemed the kid from that moment on. Nevermind the fact that you were twenty-nine now, the nickname was still heavily used. 

You make introductions at the hotel. Your sergeant seems to relax a little bit in the presence of fellow males, and you nearly snort. Finn and Sonny are more weary of him than anyone. They’re fiercely protective of you and Liv and Rollins. Your loveable boys.

You nearly burst out laughing when the Sarge mentions his father. Any possible goodwill for the boys just went out the window, and you ask him, “Can I give you a tip?” 

He looks down at you, “Did I screw up already?” 

Your lips twitch, “No. Just some advice.” 

He looks hesitant, “Okay.” 

“Be Mike.” 

He blinks a few times, “What?” 

“Be Mike. Don’t be Chief Dodds son. Be Mike . . . SVU sergeant.” 

He stills, “You mean, don’t use my dad’s name.” 

You smile fully, “I mean. . . be yourself. Don’t be what others expect you to be. This department is . . . brutal. A lot of the time, we pour our hearts into cases only for it to end up as a slap on the wrist. And that isn’t our ADA’s fault. He’s a good guy, snarky as hell, but he knows how to make an impression . . . and I’m rambling. When I do that, call my name, and I’ll get back on topic. Anyways, we get through everything by being a family. We text at all hours, and we spend holidays together. The only way you’re going to make it here. . . without losing who you are in the job, is by embracing the squad. We’re your people now.” 

He stares at you for a second, “You’re very honest . . . you know that?” 

“Yeah. I’ve been told that. I’ve also been told I’m obnoxious . . . if I get to be too much just let me know.” 

He shakes his head, “No. It’s refreshing.” You beam at him. 

Your Sarge does well. He picks up the terminology quickly, and when you correct him on the water and DNA thing he takes it well. You count those as good signs. He really earns your respect when he doesn’t rat out Rollins to his dad, and you can see a glimmer of respect in Liv’s eyes too. 

As the case wraps up and the paperwork is finished it’s nearly two am, and none of you 

have eaten, “Who’s up for Pizza at my place? Sheets and blankets have just been washed, so the pullout couch and chaise are up for grabs.” 

Rollins declines, but she usually does, and Liv has to go home to Noah. Sonny and Finn are all game though, and you look at Mike expectantly. He hesitates, “I still have paperwork left . . .” 

“And it’ll be there in the morning. When you’re just starting out with those reports they take forever, and you may actually starve and wither away into nothing if you try to do them all at once. Come eat pizza and be subjected to Sonny’s bad taste in movies.” 

“Hey!” You toss him a grin over your shoulder and he rolls his eyes. 

“You sure I’m not intruding, new guy, boss’ son and all that?” 

You roll your eyes, and walk over to him. You grab him by the arm and haul him up, 

“Sonny grab his coat.”  

“Yes ma’am.” 

Mike looks back at you as you literally push him towards the door, “I thought I was in charge.” Both Finn and Sonny laugh at that. 

Sonny is the one who drives, and the boys immediately make themselves at home while you order the pizza before going to change. Mike is the only one who’s a little stiff. You watch as he looks around and stops at a photo, “These your parents.” 

You hand over water bottles to each of the guys, Finn scowls, “No beer?” 

“Not at 2:30 in the morning.” You turn your attention back to Mike, “Yep!”

“They live close by?” 

“No. Seattle. And thank God, they’re worriers.” 

He smiles, “Not cops?” 

“Surgeons. So are my siblings. I went against family tradition, much to my mother’s displeasure. She doesn’t like dangerous jobs.” 

Finn huffs, “That’s an understatement. Your mom calls me at least once a week so I can list the trouble you’ve gotten into.” 

“Well, I am her daughter.” 

Your family is dropped from conversation, as the pizza arrives, and you sprint for the door. Before you can pay Mike steps in and hands over cash. You stare at him, and he stares back, “Did I do something wrong?” 

Before you can tell him about the system you have for paying Finn cuts in, “Don’t you complain about free pizza! I swear.” 

You look back at Mike, “You did nothing wrong, it's very sweet of you. Thank you.” 

He studies you for a second and then crosses his arms against his chest, “There’s some sort of system in place, isn’t there?” 

“Yes. And I will tell you about it, when Finn isn’t around to interrupt or trying to change the rules.” 

Sonny laughs, “He can’t change the rules anymore, you wrote them down, remember?” 

“It’s nearly three am, be happy I’m conscious.” 

The pizza is consumed quickly, and Mike starts to relax more and more, as a movie is put on. Eventually, all of the boys fall fast asleep. Finn on the couch, Sonny on the chaise, and Mike on the floor. At least Finn gave him one of the throw pillows. You take out your assortment of blankets and cover all of them before padding back to your room. 

You wake up to the smell of food. It’s nearly ten am, and the squad has the day off after working pretty much through the night. You trudge out and find Sonny and Mike in the kitchen while Finn is eating cereal at the table. “They were taking too long.” He explains in between bites of lucky charms. 

You roll your eyes fondly, “Just means you’re washing dishes.” 

Sonny snorts, “No he isn’t. The man ruins pots and pans. I will do the dishes.” He turns to Mike, “My mother bought her these pots and pans.” 

Mike’s brow furrows, “Are you two . . .?” 

You burst out laughing, and then look at Sonny, “Sorry. It’s just I know way too much about you, and your childhood, and your family to ever step into that web.” 

He waves away the laughter, and turns to Mike, “Despite my mother’s desire otherwise, she’s like a sister. I got hurt on the job one time and she went to get my mom personally. Of course it was during a bible study meeting, and my aunt Florence, my father’s sister, started bad mouthing me and the job, and Y/N made some comments that put her in her place, and bam, my mother started talking about grandchildren.”

“Also known as the reason I refused to go to your cousin’s wedding with you.” 

Mike grins, “Afraid she was going to pull a gun and force the two of you to get married?” 

You point at him, “You make fun, but when you meet Mama Carisi you’ll understand. I 

also expect you to provide cover so I can sneak out.”  

“I can do that.” 

The boys leave a little while later, with Mike being the last one out. He wavers at the door, “Thank you for this. It’s been a long time since I’ve just been one of the guys, and not . . . “ 

You deepen your voice and finish his sentence, “Michael Dodd, perfect son with a stick up his ass?” 

His eyes go wide, “You don’t pull punches, do you?” 

You shrug, “Like you said. I’m very honest. And it’s under those circumstances that I’ll say, I think last night might have knocked the stick loose.” 

He sighs, “Until I see my dad again.” 

You lean against the frame, “It’s not easy being a legacy kid, having the expectations thrust upon you. I know. I’ve been there. I was supposed to be a cardiothoracic surgeon, that’s the specialty my mother had me pegged for. Wanted me to go do my residency in Switzerland with an aunt who runs an institute. 

“I swear, when I told her I was going to be a cop, she went white as a sheet. She said, tragedy follows our family, and it would end with me dead in the street. She didn’t talk to me for a week after that.” 

“And now?” 

You smile, “Now she comes to any sort of promotion or awards thing, she flies out just to see me, and we text constantly. It helps reassure her that I’m okay.” 

There’s a moment of silence before Mike admits, “I wanted to open a bar. I even tended bar when I got out of the army. Dad tolerated it for a little while, I think he knew I needed time to recover, but eventually the conversations about where my life was going started, and . . .yeah.” 

“Are you unhappy?” 

He shakes his head, “No. I love what I do.” 

You smile, “So do I.” 

There’s another moment of silence before you say your goodbyes. 

You find a good rhythm with your sergeant. He hits a few bumps in the road but he’s a good cop, and he’s really trying to make himself a part of the team. For the most part people are pretty receptive, but Rollins is still on edge around him, and Liv is . . . wary. The most important thing is that he doesn’t name drop anymore, even when his father stops by he addresses him by sir. That goes a long way towards unifying things. 

Then comes his first kid case. You can see the toll it takes on him. He goes from warm and welcoming to closed off and self loathing. You know there’s nothing you can say to make him feel better. So, you stay nearby, and you stay quiet. You don’t even tease him when he and Sonny come back dressed in uniform. You do spare a minute to think about how good he looks though. 

When the case is wrapped up, and he’s drowning himself in paperwork, you remind him that your door is open. You don’t expect him to use it, but he does. He knocks on your door a few minutes before midnight. You’re lying on the couch, getting ready to fall asleep in a position that’s going to leave your neck crying in the morning, when you hear it. 

You’re a little surprised to see Mike on the other side of the door, part of you had expected Sonny. Kid cases usually lead to him crashing on your couch. The stubble is still covering his jaw, and his hair is a mess. He’s dressed in workout clothes, and you notice his hands wrapped in bloody bandages. You tsk, he’s been punishing himself. 

Without a word you steer him towards the bathroom. You force him to sit on the counter, before you clean his knuckles. “Please tell me this was the result of a punching bag, or another consenting adult? I don’t want to have to break in a new sergeant.” 

“I’m the only one hurt.” 

You rub neosporin over the cuts, before you apply some gauze, and then bandages. When it’s done you pull out the Advil and pop two in his hand before handing him a small paper cup. He pops the pills before sliding off the counter. You push him into the doorway so you can clean up. 

You can feel his eyes tracking you, and then you feel them on your ass. You straighten and look at him, “Are looking at my ass?” He blushes and you laugh, “Good to know I still got it.” 

“Sorry.” 

You shrug, “You can’t do this every time Mike.” 

He leans against the frame, “I know.” 

“Bloody knuckles aren’t a good look.” 

“Usually I wear gloves, but tonight I needed to feel it.” 

You sigh, and once again steer him towards the living room. You push him onto the couch and he looks up at you, “You know, you push me around a lot.” 

You roll your eyes, as you search for the card you need, “Someone’s gotta do it.” You find it and hand it over to him. 

“A therapist?” 

You wrap your arms around yourself, “It’s who I go to. It’s how I keep the job from swallowing me whole. And this job, this department will do it Mike. Don’t let it.” He stares at you for a second and your brow furrows. You settle down on the couch next to him and place a hand on his forearm. You don’t miss how he leans into it, and that’s when it hits you; the poor guy is touch starved. 

Your lips purse, mainly because you didn’t notice it before. You’re a fairly affectionate person to those you know. You hang off of Sonny all the time, or lay your head on Liv’s shoulder, you’ve been known to rest your chin on Barba’s shoulder as he reads, but you haven’t gotten to that point with Mike yet. That needs to change. 

You grip his shoulder and gently tug him towards you. He hesitates for half a second before he leans into it, and you have his head settled in your lap. You run your fingers through his hair, and let your nails scrape against his scalp. He melts into it. And when the sobs come, and tears for Lily fall, you don’t stop, because Mike Dodds is a good man. 

You lean your head down so that you’re bowed over him, and you whisper reassuring words: he did his best, he’s a good man, he’s kind, he’s strong, he’s gentle. You feel him grip your hand with one his own, and you know this moment of weakness is a huge sign of trust, and you wonder who he has in his life. You decide he has you and the squad and you’ll make damn sure that’s enough. 

You wake up the next morning, on top of Mike. Your limbs are tangled together and his arms are holding you close to his chest. You can feel yourself blushing, especially when, in his sleep he buries his nose in your hair. But you don’t fight it. You actually like being in his arms, and you stop the thought there because you can’t go any farther. 

Eventually, he starts to stir, and when he’s awake he blinks at you owlishly and you declare, “You’re like an octopus when you sleep, you have to glomp onto something.” 

He laughs, “Nope. Just you.” 

You roll your eyes, and he lets you go as you roll off of him. “I bet you have a body pillow and everything.” 

He snorts and follows you into the kitchen, “Yeah right.” 

You start making coffee, and you hear Mike ask, “Do you think having a life outside of the force is actually possible?” 

You raise an eyebrow, “I’d imagine so. Liv seems to have figured it out with Noah. . . I mean it took her fifteen years . . .” The quip doesn’t get the smile you expect. “What’s going on Mike?” 

“I want it.” 

“A life?” 

“The wife, the kids, the house in the suburbs.” 

You lean against the counter, “So what’s stopping you from getting it?” 

“Life, my father, the rules? What about you?” 

“Husband sounds nice. So do the kids. I don’t know about the suburbs though. I think I’d spend more time in the car than at home. Plus, I like knowing I can get takeout at any time day or night.” 

He smiles at that, “I could compromise with that.” 

Your brow furrows as you process and then your mouth makes a little “oh” shape. He smiles, “For such a good detective you’re oblivious.” 

“Only in my personal life. I actually ended up dating a guy for a year and didn’t know it until he tried to kiss. I thought we were just hanging out!” 

Mike walks towards, you and hesitates before you give him a small nod. He cages you in with his arms and bends down so he’s looking you in the eye, “I’d like to take you on a date detective.” 

You grin, “See, that’s how you do it. Simple, straight forward, and I don’t have to interpret anything.” 

“Is that a yes?” 

You roll your eyes, “Duh.” 

He laughs, and you nudge him, “Come on, you have to admit this will make a good story to tell those hypothetical children you were talking about.”” 

“Yeah. Oh how did I ask your mother out, well it was just after a case, I alluded to the future, and she still didn’t get a hint, and when I asked her out she said duh.” 

You pat his cheek affectionately, “You’ve got time to work on your storytelling skills.” 

You move to walk away and he snags you around the waist, spinning you towards him and you squeal before falling into laughter as his fingers dance across your ribs, tickling you. You break free and make a mad dash around the apartment. You dodge him for several minutes before going on the offensive. You jump from the couch and onto his back. 

He takes your weight: no problem, and makes sure your secure before allowing the two of you to fall back onto the couch together. You wrap your arms around him from behind, and clasp them together right near his heart, and lean forward so that your cheek is pressed against his.  His large hand comes up to cover yours. Quietly he says, “You’re one of the only people I can be ‘just Mike’ around.” 

“Hmm. I think you should be ‘just Mike’ all the time. He’s a good dude.” 

He laughs, and when he turns his head you lean in and brush your lips against his. He’s hesitant at first, and you can understand why. He’s a good guy, but with the things you see on the job, he needs to be sure. So you say, “You can always check in with me Mike. My standard code is green is good to go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop, just ask for my color.” 

He visibly relaxes, “Color.” 

“Green.” 

His lips crash against yours. They’re warm, and soft, and you think he tastes just a tad like vanilla chapstick. You save that tidbit for later, as your hand threads through his hair. It’s soft and a little fluffy. All in all the moment turns into you two making out like teenagers on the couch and you both leave that day with a few new marks on your neck. 

You don’t disclose, not right away. While you’re pretty sure what you and Mike have is the real deal, you want to be careful. You know his dad isn’t going to take your relationship well, and filing disclosure paperwork is a big neon sign for a fight. 

So, you pass the days with secret looks and covert touches, as Mike continues to fully integrate himself into the squad. You catch him joking with Liv, and talking baseball with Rollins. He, Sonny, and Finn actually go out to the bar to watch some pay per view fight every other week. Things are good. . . until they aren’t. 

It starts off as a simple favor from Liv asking you to pick her up on the way to the DNA conference. You agree, rather reluctantly from the warmth of Mike’s arms while he still sleeps wrapped around you like a koala. He’s spending more and more nights at your place in the six months you’ve been dating. In fact, he basically lives with you at this point. He has clothes in drawers and hanging up in the closet. His gym bag has a home in your hall closet, and he has shampoo, conditioner, and other toiletries in the bathroom. It should seem like things are moving too fast, instead it’s like things are meant to be. 

You untangle yourself from Mike’s arms, and get ready as quietly as possible. When you get out of the shower, he’s awake but still in bed. He smiles lazily at you as you get dressed, “Leaving a little early, aren’t you?” 

“Liv asked me to pick her up on the way to the conference.” 

He sighs and shifts under the covers, “You guys gone all day?” 

“Most of it, unless something comes up.” 

You swoop down and kiss him, before you can pull back he murmurs, “Love you.” 

He goes still, when he realizes what he just said, but you don’t hesitate, “Love you too.” You toss him a wink that has hime laughing and you’re out the door. It’s fast but you and Mike just click. 

You pick Liv up, and you thank her profusely when she shoves a cup of coffee at you. She grins, “Don’t thank me yet. It’s a bribe. I need to make a stop. Lucy is worried about the other family she nannies for.” 

You shrug, “Give me the address and let’s go.” 

“There’s the enthusiasm I love you for!” You just laugh. 

You follow her to the door, and take in the sights on the street. You never see the butt of the gun coming. It makes contact with the back of your head . . . hard, and you go down, and then everything goes black.

When you come to your  hands are ziptied behind your back, and you have to wiggle into a sitting position.

You look around and find Liv in a chair next to who you assume is the mother. Her face has bruises blooming. Your gaze moves to the two kids in the corner. They look terrified.  Your gaze then shifts to a man and a woman; they’re obviously on something, and that is not good. 

The man, Joe, catches you up on the situation; you’re being held hostage, the mother is being sent out with a third accomplice to get the money they want and you, Liv, and the kids are his meal ticket. When the mother leaves, Joe decides to separate you from the group. He grabs you by the hair, and drags you to your feet. 

The moment you’re standing you act on instinct, and you throw your knee into his crotch. He goes down with a whimper, and a second later the girl, Roxie, has punched you, sending you back to the floor. “You bitch!” 

He moves towards you and you glare, “Touch me, and you’ll lose that hand.” He looks wary, having the family jewels attacked tends to do that. Instead of grabbing you again he points the gun at you, “Kitchen now.” 

You do as you’re told, and Roxie is the one who secures you to the table, right next to the unconscious and bleeding father. You listen as the mother is led out of the house, and Liv and the kids are led upstairs. 

The father is unconscious and bleeding from the head. You try to tell yourself that those wounds always look worse. Eventually, exhaustion begins to tug at you. You feel your head dip several times before you allow it to just take over. Knocking on the door is what wakes you.

You listen carefully, and when you hear Mike’s voice on the other side you want to cry. Instead you do your best to keep your face straight and unemotional. He and Sonny are sent away, but you know he knows something is wrong. 

A little while later you hear yelling from upstairs, and after that the telltale signs of sirens. Hostage negotiation is about to begin. Liv and the kids are brought back down, and you’re kept in the kitchen. You listen as negotiations are made for the father to be taken out. You’re a little surprised, but not by much, when Mike enters posing as one of the paramedics. 

You make eye contact with him, and mouth the word green; you’re doing okay. 

He mouths back the word red; he’s not okay. You’re in here, and he can’t get you out, and you know it’s killing him. You watch him disappear through the door and you want to cry because all you want to do is go back to that morning, when he was wrapped around you, and you were safe. 

It’s another hour or two before Roxie leaves to check the SUV, and another hour after that before Joe decides to go out. You’re being left behind, apparently Joe doesn’t like you. But before he goes he squats down in front of you and says, “If it wouldn’t have swat rushing in here, I’d put a bullet in your head.” 

That’s a lie. He isn’t willing to kill, or he would have done it before Mike and Sonny had come looking for you. He knows the jail sentence that carries, and killing a cop usually got you life. You don’t say anything, because you know Joe’s minutes are limited. So instead, you close your eyes and you listen for the sounds. 

Things are unusually quiet before you hear Liv shout and then, the sound of a bullet. Not a minute later the front door bangs open, and Mike is in front of you. He has you cut free in seconds and your shoulders and arms weep in relief as they’re freed. You sort of collapse on top of him before the paramedics move in to help. 

You’re taken to the hospital, and Mike is the one to ride with you. You can hear him shoot Sonny down when he offers. It’s a little forceful and kind of harried. He’s allowing himself to freakout a little bit now. 

Once you’re safely in the ambulance you take his hand and admit, “Yellow.” 

He lets out a breath, “Same.” 

He doesn’t leave your side. Some uniformed officers come to him as you’re in the emergency room, and he sends them to Finn. When his father calls he sends it straight to voicemail, and he admits, “I think it’s time we disclose.” 

“Can we do it after the doctors look at me?” 

He grins, “You’re cracking jokes, that’s good. It means you’re going to be okay.” 

The nurse comes in and asks for your medical history, she looks at Mike pointedly when she does this, and you wave her off. “He can stay.” 

You detail how you had your appendix out when you were eleven, and the few non-life threatening injuries you’ve had on the job: two bullet grazes and a broken arm. And then she asks a doozy of a question, “Are you pregnant or think you might be pregnant?” 

Your immediate reaction is no. You haven’t been in a relationship in years and you’re not a one night stand kind of girl. Then you remember, you’re in a relationship, and yes you’ve used protection, but nothing is a hundred percent effective, especially after watching Mike box. You try to think about when your last period was, but your head hurts from the math. 

You can feel Mike’s eyes on you, and he quietly says “It was over a month ago.” 

You blanche, and the nurse nods as she catches on, “How about we do a test real quick.” 

“Please.” 

She takes some blood and disappears, and you look at Mike with wide eyes. He takes your hand, “It’s going to be okay.” 

“We’ve only been together. . . .” 

“I know. And knowing us. . . it will be okay.” 

“Your dad . . .” 

“Is not a factor in this. This is your choice.” And he looks so strong and so steady, you know what your choice is. 

It takes about an hour to get the results, and the same nurse slips back in. She hands you the piece of paper that reads positive. You hand it to Mike and the nurse looks between the two of you before saying, “That’s going to be one pretty baby.” 

You burst out laughing, and Mike joins you a few seconds later. You’re told an MRI is the best option, but they’re still going to cover your stomach with something to be on the safe side. You have a concussion and they want to keep you overnight to monitor you. 

When that’s dealt with the OBGYN on duty is sent in to check you out. You’re not far along, only seven weeks, and you wonder how you missed it. The doctor assures you that it’s normal, and then asks if you want to hear the baby’s heartbeat. Once again, Mike leaves it up to you, and you nod. 

You grip Mike’s hand as you wait in silence, and when you hear it, a rush of relief leaves you, and you feel a few tears fall. Mike wipes them away and places a kiss on your forehead. You’re cleaned up, and a few minutes later the room is open to visitors. 

Sonny comes in literally seconds later, carrying pizza and cannoli. “I brought food, and managed to convince my mother to not come up and see you. She is, however, lighting a candle for you. Whether it’s for you feeling better or us getting together, I don’t know.” 

You watch Mike’s jaw clench from the corner of your eye. Sonny doesn’t know about you and Mike, and it’s a long standing joke between the two of you since he’s hopelessly in love with Barba, and usually Mike doesn’t mind, but you can tell he’s feeling a little protective. You find that a hostage and surprise daddy-hood will do that to a man. 

“Thanks Sonny.” 

“No problem. The lieu is asking for you by the way, Sarge. She’s just down the hall, 308. Tucker, the Chief, and Finn were in there too.” 

Reluctantly, you watch Mike move out of the room, and once he’s gone Sonny closes the door and turns to you, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” 

Of course he’s figured it out, “Does anyone else know?” 

“Naw. Everyone knows you two are close, I just know the two of you better than they do. And the mom jokes have been wearing on him lately. So, how long have you two been . . . ?” 

“Six months.” 

He hands you a slice of pizza, “You going to disclose?” 

“Kind of have to.”

“Have to?” 

You swallow your bite of pizza, “I’m pregnant. Seven weeks. And I’m only telling you, because you’re my best friend and you know everything.” 

“I thought your parents were doctors. Didn’t they teach you about safe sex?” He teases. 

“Yes. They did not, however, teach me about the allure of watching one’s partner box.” 

He makes a face, “Too much information.” 

You scoff, “I’ve listened to you go on and on about Barba and your secret dates, and him waiting for you after you took the bar, and much more sordid things. You can handle my PG 13 story.” 

He pushes another slice on you, “Just eat, so my niece or nephew can grow properly.” 

You’re released from the hospital the next day. Sonny is the one to drive you home and stay with you while Mike is forced into the precinct. He’s determined to get the disclosure paperwork in ASAP, and the paperwork in regards to the hostage situation is somewhat sorted on top of that. 

When he finally gets home later that night, his tie and jacket are stuffed into his gym bag, and his sleeves are rolled up. He collapses on the sofa next to you while Sonny just watches in amusement. “Paperwork in?” 

Mike allows his body to fall so that his head lands in your lap and he’s staring at Sonny, “It’s in. I was told it might take a few months to end up on my father’s desk though, since it has to go through HR.” 

It doesn’t take a few months for it to land on his father’s desk. In fact, news of your relationship spreads like wildfire through the department. It results in teasing from Finn and Rollins, a sit down/ serious conversation with Liv, and stares from others in the precinct. You make it a habit to keep things strictly professional in the workplace, all while keeping your baby a secret. 

Mike’s dad blows into the office, two weeks after the paperwork is filed. His face is red with anger and he locks onto you the moment he storms through the doorway. Mike catches him before he reaches you. There’s a whispered, “Not here,” before Dodds senior is whisked away into one of the conference rooms. 

You do your best to ignore it, but you can still hear snippets; accusations of you sleeping your way to a better job, accusations of you using Mike, accusation after accusation, and it has your eyes prickling with tears. Damn pregnancy hormones. 

Barba comes in half way through the tirade, where the entire department is watching the father/son duo duke it out, and settles next to you. He offers you a handkerchief, and you just know that his boyfriend told him what’s going on. 

That’s when Liv notices and scoots over to you, “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” 

You’re just about to respond when you hear Mike shout out, “Cause I love her dad. We’re having a baby!” 

Your face burns as Liv’s jaw drops open. You grab your stuff and you bolt. You’re later told by Sonny that Dodds senior actually collapses into a chair at the news. 

You make it back to the apartment, fully exhausted, and climb into bed. Maybe if you hide under the covers long enough, the embarrassment of today will fade away? You groan into your pillow. Eventually, you fall asleep. 

You wake up when the bed shifts. You’re more than a little cranky when you pull the covers back to look at your boyfriend. He moves in for a kiss and you dodge it, and glare, “Red.” 

He sighs and nods, “I’m sorry.” 

You sit up, “That never should have happened in the precinct, Mike. I’m . . . I don’t even have words for how humiliated I am. And I can’t believe you told him about the baby. . . I’m not even out of the first trimester.” 

“I’m sorry, I just . . . I got so mad. He kept talking about how everything we wanted could be ruined by this, that there were other girls out there, and just a bunch of bad stuff. And as I stood there listening, something just clicked. If I let him, he’d run the rest of my life. He’d pick out who I was supposed to marry, tell me the appropriate number of kids to have . . . and I just snapped. I said literally everything that’s been on my mind for years.” 

Your lips twitch, “Feel good?” 

“So, good.” 

You wait a second before you say, “Yellow.” 

He smiles and moves to take your hands, “It took me a while but I finally stood up to him. It just took him threatening what I love most.” 

“Better late than never. Thank you for defending our honor. That being said, if I see your father again before this day is a distant memory, I will scratch his eyes out.” 

Mike sighs, “That might be difficult.” 

“Why?” 

“He’s outside the front door. He heard the word baby, and I swear the man started making plans.” 

You groan, “We’re going to have to go into WITSEC, or kill him. I don’t think there’s any middle ground.” 

Mike places a kiss on your temple, “What do you want to do?” 

“Send him away. I really, I just . . . I can’t deal with him right now Mike.” 

He doesn’t hesitate, “Okay.” 

He’s gone for only a few minutes before he returns. You make room for him to cuddle up beside you and he does just. You take the position of big spoon, and wrap around him like a boa constrictor and say, “Green.”  He just smiles. 

You are put on desk duty the next day, which you feel is a little unfair. Rollins was nearly six months along before she had to stay behind a desk. Apparently, carrying the chief’s grandkid meant different rules. 

Three months later, you’re still successfully dodging the chief, and you’re starting to show. You’re trying to button your pants, but it’s not happening. Mike, who has officially moved in, is watching from the bed, “We need to get you some maternity clothes. We can go this weekend.” 

You look at him in the mirror and then down at your protruding belly. You poke it once, and sigh,”That doesn’t solve the problem of what I’m going to wear today.”  

“Wear the blue dress. You’re not carrying a sidearm, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“It doesn’t fit over my boobs anymore.” 

His gaze flickers to your chest and then you see a small grin, “Yeah, I can understand that. Do you have a skirt that would fit? You could pair it with one of my dress shirts, and then we could stop by a store tonight?” 

You swoop down and place a kiss on his lips, “That works.” 

You find a skirt with enough stretch, and tuck Mike’s dress shirt into it. It’s a little baggy, but not overly so. You slip on some flats and you head out the door together. Mike’s only dropping you off at the precinct, he’s headed upstate to visit Gregory Yates while you have another fascinating day of paperwork ahead of you. 

You kiss him goodbye right as Liv steps out of the precinct, she shoots you a smile and jokes, “I don’t have to kiss him when I get in, do I?” 

“Nope. I don’t share.” 

She laughs and they’re gone a minute later. You get a few more stares than usual as you walk through the precinct. Your bump is on display instead of hidden under previously baggy shirts. Finn lets out a whistle when you walk in, “You sure you’re not having twins.” 

Rollins punches his arm for you, while Sonny stops just to the side and stares, “Is the baby kicking yet?” 

“I feel flutters, but no one else has been able to feel anything.” 

“By no one, you mean Mike?” 

“Well he is the father.” 

He crosses his arms, “Let me try.”

You sit down at your desk, “No. This is important to Mike, and I don’t really like anyone touching me but him right now.” 

He pouts a little bit, and you say, “Once it’s more common I’ll let you feel. I promise.” That’s all it takes for him to be smiling Sonny again. 

It’s nearly lunchtime when you get the call; Yates and Rudnick have escaped. It’s all hands on deck, well all hands except you. You’re left behind to coordinate things in the precinct and pass on information; which is why you’re completely alone when Dodds Senior enters the precinct. 

He locks onto you, and approaches carefully. He stops just a few feet away, and you stand up from your desk. His eyes go to you bump, and he asks, “Do you have any updates for me detective?” 

“Rudnick has been located, detective Carisi is speaking with him, and teams have been dispatched.” 

“Chicago PD?” 

“Has joined the teams. One detective is with Sonny and Rollins, and the other is with Mike.” 

He sighs, “With any luck we’ll get Yates too.” 

“Yes sir.” 

He nods, and his hands go to his hips, “How have you been detective?” 

“Fine sir.” 

“And the baby?”

Your hand goes to rest on your bump protectively, and you debate telling him anything, “Good as well, sir. We got to see them on our last visit.” 

His eyes widen slightly, “Do you know what it is?” 

“We have it written on a sheet of paper. We haven’t looked yet.” 

“Not curious?” 

“Of course, but Mike and I have a bet going on in regards to the name. We settled on a first name in each case, but the middle name was bugging us. So we made a deal, whoever looks first loses, and the winner gets to decide the middle name.” 

“And if neither of you look?” 

“Barba gets to decide.” 

His brow furrows, “The DA?” 

“Yeah. I had a crying fit early on, and he got me like a dozen muffins to make me feel better, in all the different flavors I wanted. That qualifies him for sainthood.”  

“I see. And your parents? How do they feel about being grandparents?” 

“They don’t know.” 

“They don’t?” 

“No. You see they’re surgeons, so are my siblings. Which means if my parents or siblings find out, then the rest of the hospital finds out, and all of a sudden my OB is being bothered at all hours of the night, and I’m getting texts about totally private things.” 

His lips twitch, “When do you plan on telling them?” 

“When I’m in labor, and not partway through either, most of the way through. That way, they hopefully won’t get here when I’m in labor.” 

“Your family dynamic is rather complicated, isn’t?” 

“I’m the youngest of four. I was adopted when I was only a few days old. I was abandoned at the hospital, and my mom said she just knew I was meant to be theirs, she says I’ve been surprising them ever since. So, in all actuality, I’m pretty much on brand.” 

He smiles, “Well. I hope to meet them one day.” 

“I’m sure you will. This will be the first grandkid.” 

“You siblings don’t have any children?” 

“Not yet. My oldest sister is in the middle of her second specialty fellowship, and the other two are finishing up residency.” 

Dodds senior has just opened his mouth to ask another question, when the phone rings. On the other end is Benson, and what she has to say makes your blood run cold. You hang, and grab the chief’s arm, “Mike’s been shot. We need to go.” You don’t need to say anything else. His speed picks up, and he reverses the hold you have on him, so that he has an arm wrapped around your shoulders as he leads you to his car. 

The ride is filled with worry, made only worse by the hormones running through your body. You reach the hospital, white as a sheet, and you’re on the verge of name dropping when a doctor comes out to see you. He leads you to the back where Mike is. It’s a through and through shot that will require some PT and time off, but he’s okay. 

His eyes are a little blurry, a clear sign of pain medication, but he holds his hand out to you and you take it. You swoop down to place a kiss on his brow, “You scared the crap out of me Mike.” 

“Hhm, Sorry honey.” 

You growl a bit, “That Chicago detective is lucky I’m not hunting her down right now.” 

He tugs you down next to him, “It’s not her fault.”

You don’t believe that for a second. His hand settles on your lower back, “Hey dad. Didn’t expect to see you here so soon.” 

“I was with Y/N when the call came in.” 

He raises an eyebrow, “You two were together? Without supervision?” He focuses on his dad, “And she didn’t kill you?” 

Dodds senior hesitates and you say, “We’re working on things. Today was a good start.” 

He lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank God.” He focuses on you again, “I’m sorry we couldn’t go shopping today.” 

His dad perks up, “Shopping for baby things? I can always help with that. I can help put stuff together too.” 

Your lips quirk, “Maternity clothes. Nothing fits except yoga pants, and if you let me wear those to work I think that would be blatant favoritism.”  

“Oh.” 

“But we do need to start getting stuff for the nursery. Get all the office stuff into storage.” 

He nods, “I can do that. I know people!” And before you know it he’s off making plans and calling people. You look down at Mike, “He’s a little bit of a control freak, ain’t he?” 

Mike scoffs, “That’s down playing it big time.” 

The remaining months of your pregnancy are spent getting things ready for the baby. Dodds senior becomes somewhat of a fixture in your apartment. He and Mike assemble furniture together, and you can see where he’s trying to let Mike make his own choices. When he suggest counter terrorism and Mike turns it down, he doesn’t bring it up again. 

Your baby shower happens in your eighth month, right as the Munson case hits the news. You’re in the elevator with Barba when he’s threatened, and you’re more than a little touched when he steps in front of you. You spend the time memorizing the bastard’s face, and then you chew Barba out for not telling anyone about the threats. Sonny is especially upset with his boyfriend. 

He’s in the middle of chewing him out when you get the call from senior, “Mike’s in a hostage situation, get here ASAP.” 

Rollins drives you. You arrive and William is there to intercept you, you’re just about to ask what the hell happened when you hear the gun go off, and a chill runs down your spine. You can feel time slow down, and then you hear the call, “Officer down!” 

You feel the bile rise as you push into the house, and see Mike bleeding on the floor, with William using his jacket to try and stop it.  You glare at Munsen who’s now in handcuffs, but you can’t do anything. You just watch in horror as the blood pours through. 

You can faintly hear William call your name, but it takes you a few seconds to focus. “Am I riding or you?”

“You.” The response comes before you can stop it. They’re gone a second later, and you feel an arm wrap around you. You look up at Rollins, and she gives you a sad smile, before leading you towards the car. 

Once in, you take out your phone and find the contact. It rings twice before she answers: “Hello?”

You can’t hold back the sob in your voice, “Mom, I need you.” 

The hospital is a flurry of activity when you arrive, officers line the walls, and William is at the center with Olivia. He goes to you immediately, asking if you need anything. You shake your head as a doctor approaches. He looks scared shitless, and you know he’s talked to your mother, “Detective Grey?” You nod, and he swallows visibly, “I’m Leon Richards, the hospital administrator. I just talked with your mother, Dr. Grey, she’s assigned someone from Grey-Sloan Memorial to observe the surgery while she and your father fly in.” 

Your throat is dry, “Thank you.” 

“Please let us know if you need anything.” You say nothing else as he walks away. The name Meredith Grey carries a lot of weight in the medical world. And you can’t help the burst of laughter, because you had warned Mike against using his father’s name, and here you were using your mothers. Everyone looks at you like you’re crazy, but you suppose that’s allowed because no one says anything.

It takes several hours before your mother and father arrive. You study them as they walk towards you. Your father’s face is slightly wrinkled. Your mother keeps her hair dyed, and she looks incredibly good for her age. She takes one look at you, and your protruding belly, and pulls you into a hug, “You are so my child.” 

She passes you to your dad next. He whispers words of comfort in your ear as your mother stomps off in search of who’s in charge. “She had Bailey and Jo observe the surgery. They were sending her updates through the whole thing. No doubt she wants to go in and make sure they didn’t botch anything up.” 

You take another shuddering breath, “I don’t know what I’ll do if. . .” 

“Don’t go there love. Don’t let yourself go there.” 

You sigh, “How can I not, I mean look at you and mom . . . you lost Abby and mom lost Derek, and now. . . now I might lose Mike.” 

Your father doesn’t say anything. He knows tragedy like the back of his hand, and he knows Meredith does too. They’ve both been in this situation; the potential loss of losing their person. And he has no doubt Mike is your person. While you may not have told them about their impending grandparent status you had told them all about Mike, and the boy had even joined you on zoom calls. Cormac had liked the young man, he had fit in well. He had taken the teasing from Liam and Austin well, he’d talked sports with Bailey, and had handled Zola’s interrogation well, and he had managed to make Ellis laugh. He was good people. 

“Tell me about your pregnancy. About my grandchild. Your brothers and sisters are going to flip when they find out you kept this a secret.” 

Your lips twitch, “You guys would have dragged me home and wrapped me in bubble wrap.” 

“You’ll understand that feeling soon enough. The moment you hold that baby, you’ll understand the desire to protect it from every evil in the world. I felt it with Liam. I felt it with Austin. I felt it with Zola, Bailey, and Ellis when I met them. And I felt it with you the first time I saw you in the NICU.

“You were so tiny, but you were such a fighter. I remember your mother coming up to bug me for a consult down in the ER, and she just paused at the sight of you. We weren’t even dating then, you know? We just, each saw you, and felt that you were ours. Brought the kids up and they agreed.” 

“And now, here you are nearly thirty years later.” 

He nods, “No matter how this ends, you’ll survive. You’ll go on for your little one.” 

Your hand cradles your bump as a kick comes through. There’s a shout of your name and you lean forward to see your mom. She’s dressed in scrubs, with the ferry boat scrub cap on. All she says is, “I’m going in. I’ll see you on the other side.” And then she’s gone. 

It’s another two hours before you see her again. And in that time your dad forces you to eat, drink some water, and walk around. When your mom appears again, she has a small army of doctors shuffling behind her, and looking at her in awe. You motion for William to join you.

She smiles, “He’s stable. He’s in the recovery room right now, when he’s moved to his ICU room you can see him.” 

You throw your arms around her as tight as they’ll go, and she hugs back. When you pull back you can feel the tears, and she’s quick to wipe them away. She pulls out her phone, “Okay, now stand where I can get your profile, so I can send a picture to the family and freak them out.”  

You do as she asks, before you settle in for a lecture on hiding a pregnancy. You listen to her rant and when she sees you not taking it seriously, she asks, “Why are you smiling?” 

“Because both you and your mother hid a pregnancy. Technically, I’m just following family tradition.” 

She looks at your dad, “Cormac.” 

He shrugs, “She’s stubborn, like you love. We knew that when she insisted she never needed training wheels on her bike, we knew that when she didn’t cry for use to stay when we dropped her off at kindergarten, we knew that when she decided to be a cop instead of a doctor.” 

Your mother’s lips twitch, but before she can say anything a nurse comes out to tell her that Mike’s been moved back to ICU. She leads you and William back, and your dad tags along as well. 

Mike looks incredibly pale and your mother assures you that’s from the blood loss, and they have a transfusion going on still. “It’ll still be a while before he wakes up.” 

The four of you settle in. Your mom doesn’t say much, she continually checks on Mike, and your father examines his chart. 

When his eyes do open, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s not just the anesthesia, something is wrong you can feel it in your gut. When he gets some things confused you look towards your mom and dad who are studying you. When you shake your head, something isn’t right, they both pounce. 

Your mother starts a neurological exam while your dad gets your aunt Ameila on the phone. She’s put on speaker a moment later and she starts listing out tests, while your mother responds with what she sees. It takes three before Ameila barks to get him back into surgery, it’s an aneurysm. Your dad pushes the code blue button, and doctors and nurses come running. 

They’re both barking out orders, and you’re a little surprised when your dad heads back towards the operating room too, and you’re once again left to wait. You pace this time, non stop, and you can feel senior’s eyes on you the entire time. 

It’s a few hours later when your dad comes out. Your breath stills in your lungs, and you know it’s not good. His voice is serious, “He’s alive. The neuro surgeon did an excellent job, your aunt Ameila observed from Seattle. She’s going to fly out as soon as she can. However there was bleeding on the brain. They’ve put him into a medically induced coma to heal. We won’t know the extent of the damage, or if there even is any damage until we feel confident about bringing him out of it. And there’s always a chance things could get worse.” 

The words wash over you, and then there’s this blinding pain in your belly. You nearly go to the floor and you hear your father yelling for help, and then everything goes blissfully dark. 

You wake up in a hospital bed, and find your mom next to you. “Your blood pressure is through the roof. It sent you and the baby into distress.” 

“Mike?” 

“He’s hanging in there.” She adjusts so she’s sitting on the side of your bed, “You have to go on bed rest though. Your dad and I took some time off work, we’re going to stay with you.” 

You don’t protest, you just lean into her hand when she cups your cheek, and you try not to cry.

Bed rest isn’t fun. It’s you sitting on the couch, with either your mother or your father watching over you. Whichever one isn’t there, is at the hospital, because they’re workaholics, and no hospital is going to say no to Meredith Grey or Cormac Hayes doing surgeries or consultations.

Your Aunt Amelia arrives, and it’s through zoom that you watch her examine Mike. Her prognosis is good, but she won’t know for certain until he wakes up, and she’s not comfortable waking him up just yet. She stops by your apartment for a hug, and to feel the baby kick and then she’s on the next flight out. She’s not a fan of New York. Too many bad memories, she says. 

You go into labor nearly two weeks into bedrest. The baby will still be early, but not terribly so. Your father figures he or she will spend a week in the NICU at most. Your parents take turns coaching you through labor, but you draw the line at either of them delivering the baby. Instead your poor OB is subjected to their stares of death each time you cry out in pain. Then again, that’s your fault, you refused the epidural. 

It takes fourteen hours of labor to bring your baby into the world, and during that time your get to hear both of your mother’s birth stories. They don’t help things. But the moment you hear your son cry you forget all about it, because your dad was right; all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and protect him from all the bad things in the world. 

You get to hold him briefly, before your dad whisks him away to the NICU to make sure he’s okay while your mom stays with you. She places a kiss on your sweaty forehead and tells you just how proud of you she is. 

You’re kept overnight for observation before you’re sent home. And it’s at that point that you begin to live at the hospital. You go back and forth between the baby you haven’t named and the boyfriend who’s unconscious. You tell each of them about the other. You’re constantly exhausted. 

Eventually, your mom and dad have to head back to Seattle, but to your pleasant surprise Zola flies out in their stead. You and Zo had always been close; partly because of the adoption thing and partly because the two of you had just always clicked. 

The two of you stare down at your son and she says, “I can’t believe you grew a human being from scratch.” 

“Tell me about it.” 

There’s a moment of silence before she says, “Before long, Mike can be here with you.” 

You look at her and she shrugs, “Neuro fellow, remember?” 

You grin, because just like her dad and aunt Amelia, she’s absolutely brilliant in the field. You know she’s gotten offers from all the big hospitals, including Grey Sloan. 

“I was thinking about taking a job here, after my fellowship is done.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Making sure you and Mike stay out of trouble, and being able to see my favorite nephew whenever I want are pretty appealing draws. By the way, my nephew needs a name other than baby boy.” 

“I know. But we have time. And Mike has already missed so much, I don’t want him to miss that too.” 

“Fair enough.” 

Turns out, your brilliant sister is right. Mike is brought out of his coma three days later. By that time his incisions are looking great, and you figure he’ll be in a lot less pain than when he initially woke up. 

You watch from the corner of the room as Zola is allowed to do the exam under a local doctor’s watchful eye. She beams at the end, “You got lucky Mike. Your tests and scans show no brain damage. You should thank Y/N for catching the signs.” 

There are tears in his eyes, and his voice is rough from having been on a vent at the beginning of this mess, “Hey you.” 

You take a few hesitant steps towards him, before squatting down next to him. He lifts his hand to run his fingers through your hair, “God, you look amazing.” 

“I had a baby a week ago, I’ve gotten no sleep, and I’ve been living in this freaking hospital. Don’t you ever do this to me again Mike. I mean it, I can’t lose you, do you hear me?” 

He wipes the tears from your face, “Kiss me honey.” 

You oblige him, and when you pull back he asks, “How’s our boy?” 

“He’s amazing. They say he can leave the NICU tomorrow and . . . and you looked!” 

He smiles, “Like two days after we got the results. That means you win middle name rights.” 

Zola leans forward, “So we can finally stop calling him baby boy, and start calling him . . .?” 

You smile, “Aaron Richard Dodds.” 

Zola smiles, “After grandpa?” 

“Yeah. After grandpa.” 

Meredith Gray looks at the picture her oldest daughter just sent her. You’re back in the apartment, in the bedroom, with Mike. You’re cuddled into his side while Aaron lays on his father’s chest. She needs to get it framed. 

“They made a pretty baby, love.” 

She looks back at her husband, ��She’s our daughter, of course she made a pretty baby. Mike just made it even better.” 

Bailey leans over her shoulder to look, “He is a pretty man, isn’t he?” 

Meredith laughs, and Cormac rolls his eyes. A trip for the entire family to fly out and meet Aaron and Mike is already in the works. She can’t wait to hold her grandbaby again. She waits until Bailey leaves the room before she turns to Cormac, “I’m so relieved, she didn’t have to go through. . . what we went through.”

“Same love.” There’s another moment of silence before he asks, “You ever think about moving out that way? Liam is at a hospital in Chicago now, and Austin is at one in Connecticut, and Zola . . . well we know she’s going out there.”

She shrugs, “Maybe. I want to see what Bailey and Ellis decide. Bailey has his boards coming up and Ellis is only a year or so away from them herself.” 

“But maybe . . .maybe it’s time for a change.” 

He pulls her to him and kisses her gently, “Just say the word, and I’ll follow you to the ends of the world Doctor Grey.”   

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The Defense - Ch 2

The One Where It Almost Happened.

Rita Calhoun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: huge age difference. Talk about physical abuse. Detailed descriptions of different kinds of toture.

AN: Hey everyone! Another one is up! And a long one! I Don’t know how long it is, but it sure is a lot! Though I’m not sure you’ll complain. I noticed I reached the 300 followers and I want to thank each and every one of you! Starting posting stories on tumblr was something I held back for a while, not sure how people would take it, but turns out I was nervous over nothing! Thank you so much for your support! Means the world to me!

- Jamie

•

“Goddammit”, Rita hissed as she hung up the phone and you turned to her in the car, looking at her distressed face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Special Victims just arrested mr. Carter. We need to go down there”, she said and turned to the driver. “Turn around Harry. 16th precinct, Manhattan”

The driver, Harry, turned the car the moment he could and drove towards the precinct.

“What the hell?”, Rita whispered and you were surprised you heard it over the screaming and shouting you were met with as you entered the squad room.

“You’re the reason my daughter’s dead!”, a man yelled, being held back by two officers, Amanda standing next to him.

“I never touched her!”, another man, mr. Carter yelled and both you and Rita noticed the blood running down from his nose. You didn’t know who the other man was and what had happened, but you had a pretty good guess.

“Shut up and take him away”, a man with a beard said and you watched as they took mr. Carter into interrogation.

“Okay why don’t you go and sit in here mr. Blevins”, Liv said and led the other man to a room next to her office.

“Come on”, Rita said and you felt a soft hand in your hip, letting you relax immediately. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone and Rita walked towards the interrogation where mr. Carter sat and you followed her silently.

“You mind telling me why my client is smothered in blood sergeant?”, Rita asked the moment she walked inside, the bearded man standing by the wall.

“Jennifer’s father found out about her suicide and came here and gave the guy a few punches”, he said with a smile on his face and mr. Carter eyed him angrily.

“Please, don’t feel so sad about it”, he joked. Rita rolled her eyes at him and turned to the sergeant. Without a word, the man left and closed the door behind him. You took a deep breath and looked at Rita who sat down in the chair on the other side of the table.

It took a few hours, but in the end, Carter decided to take the deal, statutory rape. Four years, and a $10.000 fine but it was far less than he could’ve had with the murder charge.

You admitted it was not what you had expected when you decided to pursue your career in law. You had imagined taking in buglers and grand theft, maybe some homicide, but sexual abuse and child molestation had never been on your list.

When Sonny had told you about his new job at Special Victims back in the day when he was still a detective, you’ll admit you were intrigued and a little impressed, but that was because he was fighting the bad guys.

You were fighting the good guys and you felt so disgusted with yourself. This was definitely not how you had imagined your time in New York, and definitely not already on your first day.

You stood in the hallway, waiting for Rita to finish up the paperwork and you looked at the photos hanging on the wall. Former captains and sergeants from way back in the days. You noticed one in particular.

Sergeant Mike Dodds 1978-2016

You remembered back to when Sonny told you about what happened to the guy. A DB call that got out of hand.

“You alright?”

You almost jumped on the spot, completely forgotten where you were. You turned and met Sonny’s eyes, his brows furrowed in worry.

“Yeah I’m just… God I couldn’t imagine losing a kid like that”

Sonny could see the tear fall down your cheek and walked closer to you, bringing his arm around your body. “Ya need to go home?”

You immediately shook your head, removing the tear with your hand and looked down at all the files you held for Rita. “I can’t. I need to stay and help Rita”

Sonny nodded and watched you dry your eyes just in time to hear the heels walking closer. “De Luca, you ready?”, Rita asked and you nodded giving her a tight smile. Sonny eyed you for a moment, making sure you would be fine before turning to the defense attorney.

“Yeah miss Calhoun”

“Good. Let’s go to my office. We have a few things to discuss”

You nodded and turned to Sonny who leaned in and kissed your forehead. It reminded you of the days where you would visit him with your mom. “See ya Sunday”

You let out a small chuckle and hugged him tight. “See you Sunday”

Sonny smiled and watched as you took the elevator with Rita. Rita noticed your interaction and once the doors closed, she took the opportunity to let her curiosity get the best of her.

“You’re quite familiar with mr. Carisi”, she said and you turned to her, not expecting the remark.

“What?”

“You and mr. Carisi. You’re pretty close”, she said again.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s my brother”

That was not what Rita had expected. You did not look alike at all, the age difference was significant and you certainly didn’t sound like him either.

“Yeah. I get that face a lot”, you said noticing how surprised she was. “Same mom, different dads”

“I see your mother has a weakness for Italian men”, she commented and you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling.

“Yeah… yeah I guess she does”

The rest of the way to her office was silent and you somehow found yourself enjoying the silence with her. Most people you met had this awkward silence aroma around them and you cringed every time you had to be alone with them, but with Rita it was different.

She made everything so comfortable and calm. It had been a long time since you met someone who had that aroma, and it was nice for a change.

Once in the office, Rita around her desk, instantly looking down in the files you had placed on the desk. “Alright, first case over. You’ve done good. You obviously know what you’re doing and talking about. And somehow despite all of the things we’ve seen, you seem to enjoy it. I’m impressed”

“Thank you. I do enjoy it yeah”, you said softly and she smiled at you.

“I’m glad to hear that. Not every person would”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just different”, you said and Rita nodded.

“You definitely are”

You gave her a smile and she sat down in her seat, motioning for you to do the same in the chair in front of the desk, which you immediately did.

“If you want to continue being my assistant, I need to make sure you’re capable of actually following rules”

You frowned at her for a moment, not sure if she was joking or not. “I will not se slouching, laughing in inappropriate situations, your clothing must be nicely dressed at all times you’re with me, skirt or pants, your choice”

You listened carefully to all of her rules, and hell there were many. “If you can’t remember them all, it’s in the contract”

You nodded and Rita looked at you. You felt your heart pound. “Now that, that is over, tell me about yourself”, she said leaning back in the chair.

“Well I was born in Boston, lived and grew up alone with my ma”

“You didn’t live with mr. Carisi?”

“God no. Sonny was nineteen when I was born. He had already moved out by the time my ma found out she was pregnant with me”, you explained and Rita nodded taking the information in.

“And your interest in law, when did that start?”

“When I was in 6th grade. Sonny told me about the day he started at the precinct as a detective. He was so proud”, you said remembering how amazed you were by his description of the job.

“6th grade? When did he start?”

“2014 if I remember correctly”, you said and Rita frowned.

“You’ve must’ve skipped a few classes then, if I’m not mistaken”, she said pulling out a file from her drawer and you instantly recognized it as your file.

“I did yeah. I basically skipped entire middle school, starting in high school right after elementary”

Rita raised her eyebrows in surprise and you smiled in pride. “Really? I could imagine the high school students when they saw a 13 year old starting”

“12 actually”, you corrected her softly and she chuckled.

“Wow you are one of a kind aren’t you?”

“I don’t know, I guess so”

Rita smirked and looked down at your file once again. You sat in silence for a few minutes, her reading your file like it was her favorite book and you could swore you saw her smile.

“A GPA scale of 4.0 with 99 percent. That’s impressive”, she commented. You gave a tight smile and a nod and Rita noticed how your attitude immediately changed. “You’re not satisfied?”

“I’m satisfied, I just…”, you didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like a spoiled brat.

“It’s okay darling, tell me”

Something in her voice made you feel you could tell her anything and everything and not a single sound of judgement would come your way.

“I wanted to beat the highest GPA Harvard had ever had. But I only got 99. Someone got 100 and they wouldn’t give me a name”

You heard a small chuckle and looked up meeting Rita’s eyes. Without a word she reached in the drawer before standing from her seat. You frowned at her movement and watched as she walked around the desk and leaned against it right in front of you.

She gave you the file and you hesitantly opened it. Once it was fully open, you looked down and read Rita’s name on the top. You read further down and suddenly a gasp escaped your lips, looking up at her.

“You?”

Rita gave a nod with a smirk forming on her face and you smiled looking back down in the file. It was nothing but A+ after A+ all the way down the paper, in every subject.

“This is impressive”, you whispered and she chuckled sitting down in the other chair next to you.

“What subject didn’t you get A+?”

You froze, not sure if you wanted to answer that and Rita noticed. “If you don’t want to answer, you don’t–“

“Economics. Hated it with all my gut”, you said. Rita actually laughed at that and that strange pounding of your heart began again, making you realize what was happening.

You were falling for her.

•

As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you heard footsteps running towards you and a smile crossed your face.

“Hi Gio”, you whispered and greeted him with a hug. The dog licked your face, but sensed your sadness and cuddled up against you.

“You’re home late”, a voice said and you looked up and met Sonny’s eyes. You sighed and stood from the floor, immediately bringing your arms around him in a tight hug and the man felt himself worry. “Everything alright?”

You nodded but didn’t say anything and despite still feeling the worry, he nodded and let it be for now. “I made ya some dinner, it’s in the fridge”, he said pulling back and you gave him a soft smile with a nod.

“Thanks D”

Sonny was about to say something else when his phone rang. He picked it up and you already knew who it was. It was quickly over and he turned to you as soon as he hung up. “I gotta go. Are you okay? You need anything?”

You shook your head and hugged him one last time. “It’s fine. Go”

He nodded and kissed your forehead before leaving the apartment. You let out deep sigh and went to the couch, sitting down. Gio immediately got on top on you and you chuckled softly, stroking his hair.

“Is it nice boy, hhmm?”

He let out a small bark and you chuckled. That certainly would not change anytime soon. Your mind wandered back to the last two days and you groaned as you kept coming back to Rita.

God why was it so difficult?! She was just a woman. Nothing else. Why were your heart pounding every time she smiled, laughed or even just spoke? Why did you blush every time she looked at you?

You groaned out in frustration and Gio noticed it immediately making you chuckle. “I’m fine boy. Don’t worry”

He nudged his head closer to your chin and you smiled, kissing his head.

•

The rest of the week went by fast, rapist after rapist coming into Rita’s office and asking her to represent them. Some of them were actually decent human beings, just being misunderstood, but most of them were generally just a disgusting pig.

Rita hadn’t exactly gone any less gorgeous and that frustrated you. Immensely. She was your boss! You couldn’t go around and have a crush on your boss. It’s just not how things work.

Nothing good came out of it. Especially with your age as well. Sure you may be mature for your age but she might not see that. All she probably sees is an 18 year old girl who skipped middle school.

Wednesday was a quick day, a man walking in with an accusation of raping his own wife. Rita had told you how many wives accused their husbands of raping them, when they threaten to leave them and wouldn’t leave a penny to survive.

This man was one of this victims and it was quickly discovered by the end of the day. That night you and Rita sat in the offices, a cup of coffee in each your hand.

She told you about her time at Harvard, how she had taken the boys and the parties. It was then she revealed she played on both sides which had made you blush furiously.

“What? Weren’t expecting that answer?”, she had asked with a smug on her face and she had touched your arm lightly, caressing it. Whether it was intentional or not, you did not know.

And when you had told, you were only into girls, you could have sworn you saw her pupils dilate.

Thursday, you needed to find a way to save a man on death penalty. He had captured and held women prisoners for more than three decades, raping and torturing them.

“This is the most disgusting thing ever”, you had said and Rita couldn’t help but agree. Normally you weren’t soft for those kind of things, taking it all like a champ.

But when the videos of the torture of the women were discovered and given to both the prosecution and defense, it was then you broke.

Rita had given you the task of looking the videos over and see if you could find anything useful. The first couple of videos were of him torturing the woman with plastic bags over their head, strangling them over and over again.

One of them he raped one of the women while she was screaming and shouting at him to stop, him slapping her so hard she passed out. The video never showed her waking up again.

But the hardest one was a woman sitting in a bathtub, several electric wires going from massive energy boxes and around her body and in the tub. The woman was sitting in the tub, screaming and shouting in pain as the wires shocked her over and over again.

The screams were the most terrifying thing you’ve ever heard. Rita had stopped you the moment she watched you cry in front of the computer screen.

“Y/n” She shut down the computer and sat down next to you, immediately pulling you into a hug, holding you tight. You may be mature for your age and braver than most, but you were still 18.

“It’s okay darling. It’s okay”

You cried harder into her shoulder, letting her hold you. It had taken you good ten minutes to calm down and once you were relaxed, you fell asleep against her, feeling save in her arms.

That night Rita gave you dinner and drove you home. Making sure twice that you were okay before leaving you alone.

You didn’t sleep that night, the screams filling your mind.

You were absolutely drained when Friday rolled in and you were going out with your friends to a bar. It had been weeks since you last drank, and you couldn’t need it more. Not since the videos yesterday.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?”, Rita asked as you sat in her office going over some paper work for the upcoming trial. She noticed you had pulled out your phone as it vibrated. She was glad to see you smile again after yesterday’s horror and she found herself liking the smile.

“Oh it’s my best friend, Jasmin. We’re going to a friend, who’s having a party”, you explained and Rita smiled.

“Well be careful out there. Wouldn’t want to lose my best assistant before her first week is over”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Don’t worry, I will”

Truth be told, you were very excited to get out of the world of law and drink your ass off. Though you knew you weren’t old enough to drink, you still did it anyway.

“How are you feeling? After yesterday?”, Rita suddenly asked, placing her hand on top of yours on the desk and you sighed looking down.

“I’m… fine. I’m fine, really”

Rita nodded and watched you for a moment, looking down at your hands on the desk. You felt your heart pound at the touch while Rita felt herself becoming more and more confused. Why were these feelings suddenly coming up? And of all people, why would the feelings come up around you?

•

That night when Jasmin arrived at your apartment, you both got ready before heading to the party together.

You took a taxi and once there you immediately knew where the party was. The house was full of people, the front yard already filled with people. Some younger, some older.

“This is amazing!”, Jasmin said, a huge smile on her face and you chuckled. “Let’s try and find Brent”, she said and you recognized the name as the boy who held the party.

You walked inside and the house was as huge inside as well as outside. “Hey girls! Glad you could make it!”, a voice said and you both turned to see Brent coming towards you.

He hugged you both, before walking over to a table, taking two drinks. “Here you go, party up!”

You took the glasses but quickly stopped Jasmin before she could take a sip. “What?”

“We don’t know where those drinks have been. Anyone could have touched them or put something in it. We will make our own drinks”, you said and threw them in the dish.

“I got booze”, you said and pulled out a vodka bottle and two RedBulls.

“Damn girls you’re ready”, Jasmin chuckled and you started the party.

•

Sonny walked into the precinct, his bag in his hand and greeted Kat and Amanda by their desks. “Hey, what did the judge say?”, Amanda asked as she stood from her seat and Carisi leaned down, kissing her softly, her hand lightly covering his cheek.

Kat smiled at the kiss, happy to see her friends finally together. “Luckily he denied the bail. Jackson isn’t getting out anytime soon”, he said and the two defectives let out breaths of relief.

“What about–“

“Alright I want all hands on deck!”, Liv suddenly said as she and Fin came out of the office.

“Cap what’s going on?”, Rollins asked and Liv turned to her.

“Just got a call about a rape at a party down at the suburbs. Fin and Rollins you go with, Kat stay here in case anyone comes in”

“Yes Captain”

•

You drank more than you probably should’ve. But you enjoyed it. You and Jasmin drank more and more as time went by.

You stood at one of the bars in the backyard with a drink in your hand. You didn’t know where Jasmin was, but right now you didn’t care. Right now you were looking at some of the girls playing in pool.

“Wow that looks nice!”, a boy came up and said and you found yourself nodding. “And the look right here, doesn’t look too bad either. I’m Daniel”, he then said, flirtation in his voice. You rolled your eyes placing your drink on the bar before turning to him.

“You’re cute, but not my type”, you said and Daniel stood tall, looking down at you. It was obvious he was drunk. Very drunk.

“At what’s the matter huh? I’m not man enough for you?”

You chuckled shaking your head. “Oh no that’s exactly the opposite. You’re too man”

You went back to your drink and downed it before leaving the bar and boy behind, Daniel smirking as he watched you leave.

He turned his head and met his mate’s eyes who nodded and the followed you to the bathroom.

The moment you reached the hallway, you felt your head turn a thousand times. You’re vision started to blur, and you felt yourself almost falling asleep immediately.

“Wow are you okay?”, a voice asked and you felt an arm around you, another from the other side. “Let’s get you to a room”, they said and you felt yourself lose control of your body.

You ended in a room and they placed you on the bed, closing the door. “Hehe let’s go. Alright you go first”, Daniel’s friend said and Daniel laughed and opened his pants.

Suddenly the door bursted open and Jasmin walked in. “What the hell is happening here?!”

She was pissed. Absolutely pissed. Here her best friend laid, obviously drugged and completely out of it. “Wow take it easy girl, we were just having fun”, Daniel said and Jasmin looked at the boy.

“You call this having fun?! Raping an unconscious girl?! Get out before I call the police!”, she yelled and people began to come to the room, hearing the screaming.

“What’s going on?”, Brent came and asked and Jasmin turned to him.

“Some of your friends were about to rape my best friend. What a party!”, she yelled and Brent frowned and turned to his friends who stared back at him.

“We were just having fun”, Daniel’s friend said and Brent hardened his eyes.

But before he could say anything. Sirens were heard and they looked at each other. “The cops are here?”, Jasmin asked and Brent turned to Daniel and his friend.

“You two stay here”, he said and left the room. Jasmin walked over to you, turning you onto your back and looked at your face.

“Y/n? Y/n wake up”

She heard the doors open to the house and two women told everyone to get out. Footsteps were heard and a woman stepped in. Jasmin looked at her. Definitely a detective. The moment the detective saw you on the bed, she froze.

“Shit”, she whispered and looked around at the others. “What happened here?!”

“They were about to rape my best friend when I came in!”, Jasmin immediately said and the two boys started defending themselves.

“Alright you two, up against the wall”, she said and walked towards them, before pulling out her walkie talkie. “Liv, we got a situation”, she said into it. “Down the hall”

A few seconds later, Liv stepped in and saw the two boys against the wall. “Rollins wha–“, she stopped as Amanda nodded towards the bed and Liv turned and saw you laying unconscious.

“Oh no”, she said pulling out her walkie talkie.

“Calling central, I need a bus now!”, she called and ran over to the bed, feeling your pulse point. It was there but very faint.

“God please don’t die, Carisi will kill me”, she whispered and called into the walkie talkie. “Fin come to the master bedroom down the hall”

A few seconds Fin came in and saw you on the bed. “Oh fuck”

“I know, I know, let’s just get her out of here”

Fin walked over and took you into his arms. “Oh man Carisi is gonna kill her”

Jasmin watched as they carried you out and Liv walked over and cuffed Daniel’s friend, walking them out.

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[storiesofsvu]

Found My Way

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: language, very minor talk of svu related things.

Mike let out a weary breath, thanking the three girls he’d been talking to, hating every minute of this. He knew when he’d transferred to Special Victims that they’d be dealing with a lot of kid cases, that the things that happened to them wouldn’t exactly sit easy at night, but he still despised having to work the cases and this one was no different.

He, along with Olivia and Amanda were scouring their way through a dance academy after complaints about two of their teachers being more than inappropriate with one of the dancers. As they continued to talk to the students it seemed there was also a bit of misconduct going on between the students, though most was consensual it still raised a few eyebrows, especially when specific ages came into play. It was trickier than he’d thought, considering that most of the dancers were under sixteen, any of the adults seemed to be teachers, and everyone seemed to be turning a blind eye to it. The parents were worse than he could imagine, the gossip mill already in full swing. One of his ex’s had been way too obsessed with ‘Dance Moms’ and he was honestly a bit surprised that most of it seemed to not be acting up for the camera.

Pinching at the bridge of his nose he moved onto the next studio, hoping that maybe he’d be able to get some answers from someone in that class. As he glanced up he found himself immediately transfixed.

There was only one person in the room, and for the first time today, it was a woman much closer to his own age than the kids he’d been talking to. A soft playlist echoed through the room as you moved with such elegant grace Mike wasn’t even sure you were real at first. Your focus was on the mirror in front of you, analyzing your lines and placement, making sure your technique was where you wanted it to be. He noticed the way your lips would purse ever so often if something wasn’t up to your standards, the small shake of your head as you continued through whatever choreography you were working through. It was when you landed a front aerial (in pointe shoes nonetheless) that the quiet low whistle escaped his lips. You’d kept moving, up on pointe as you spun around in attitude, your gaze finally falling on your spectator, a slight blush taking over your cheeks as you suddenly dropped down into third.

“Sorry.” He ducked his gaze quickly before returning it to yours, hoping he heat on his cheeks wasn’t visible “I’m with NYPD, do you have a minute?” His hand shifted his coat, flashing his badge and you gave a warm smile.

“Of course.” You’d made it about one step toward each other when you let out a small gasp, your hands held out in front of you, “not off the mat!” Mike froze, holding his hands up in defeat backing so he was still in the middle of the doormat, “sorry.” You winced, “dance rules, no outside shoes. You wouldn’t believe how much these floors cost.”

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He chuckled, smiling as you extended your hand in a greeting.

“What can I do for you…officer..?” You hesitated, it wasn’t often you dealt with cops, hell, it was never, you weren’t sure the protocol, not to mention you were immediately taken by how cute he was.

“Uh- Sergeant Mike Dodds, with special victims.” He replied with a firm handshake.

“Special victims?” Your brow furrowed, “that doesn’t sound good.”

“Not exactly.” He huffed, the warmth of your hand in his fading as you crossed your arms over your chest, “we’re looking into some allegations against a couple of the teachers here. We’ve been talking to all the students, trying to get a feel for some of the goings on. How long have you been dancing here?”

“Oh! Uhm…I technically don’t.” You tilted your head, “I’m from Virginia, all my dance studio days are back there, I just rent this space a couple of days a month to work on technique. All the adult dance classes are at night and you can’t exactly attend those when you’re doing eight shows a week on Broadway.”

“Oh wow, what show?” Mike was so intrigued with you he’d half forgotten the real reason he was there.

“Legally Blonde.” You laughed, “it’s not exactly the Rockette’s or New York City Ballet, but I get to do what I love and get paid for it, so I’m not complaining.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Thanks.” You blushed, ducking your head briefly, “uh, what did you want to ask?”

“Oh, right.” He fumbled, slipping back into work mode, “we’re just interested in knowing if you’ve noticed any lingering glances, too much one on one time, private lessons behind closed doors kind of thing.”

“Hmm.” You scrunched your nose. Mike smiled at the way you absentmindedly rocked between your feet, popping up en pointe as you thought and spoke, like it was pure second nature. “I don’t know his name, but there’s one of the assistant teachers for…jazz one I think? Blonde guy, little bit shorter than you, I wanna say…early forties? He’s always here lurking and seems to have a lot of private’s, always got a super weird vibe from him. One of those guys you never wanted to catch yourself alone with if you know what I mean?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Sorry I can’t be more help. I’ll try to keep an eye out whenever I’m around.”

“That’d be great. But…don’t go getting yourself into any trouble.”

“I won’t,” you laughed, “besides, I’m rarely here.”

“You’ll let me know if you think of anything?” He reached into his jacket pocket, extending a business card to you.

“Of course.” You accepted the card, tucking it between your fingers as you read over the inscription, “Sergeant.” You smiled, only wavering when he held out his hand but hesitated and you realized you’d never introduced yourself, “oh shit, I’m so sorry, it’s y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” He grinned, accepting your hand.

“Likewise.”

It was only a moment before a small blonde popped up beside him, cutting your flirtation short.

“Hey, you ready? We talked to everyone we could.” She spoke in a southern drawl, shooting you a quick smile.

“Yeah.” Mike nodded, “call me, if you think of anything.”

“Will do.” You smiled, saluting playfully, his business card still between your fingers before he left the doorway and you padded back to your bag, making sure to tuck the card somewhere you wouldn’t lose it.

You could have sworn there was a hint of flirtation in the way he asked you to call him, as if he’d nearly prefer if you did without having something work wise to talk about. As much as it churned your insides to think about why he’d come to the studio that day, you were happy he had. A chance meeting with someone as attractive as he was? You weren’t about to let that slide.

*

It was a few weeks later, you’d ended up even more swamped that you could have imagined being working in Broadway. Your free time for self technique practice fell to the wayside, spending basically all of your free time in the theatre. Finally, your week was done, this one even with an extra matinee on Sunday morning as well, making it a rounded nine shows a week. You took longer than normal getting changed, letting the rest of the cast deal with the crowd at the stage door, knowing if you waited, they’d all be gone by the time you left. You’d be able to escape in peace.

You let out a happy sigh as you pushed open the door, the alleyway basically deserted. You made it a couple of steps before someone moved toward you, speaking into the silence and you plastered on your warm professional smile.

“Was beginning to think you weren’t in there tonight.” He smiled.

“Sergeant?” Your brow cocked, “you here on work requirements?”

“No.” He laughed, “I uh…figured this was the easiest way to see you without completely creeping you out.” You laughed heartedly,

“A dark alley in New York City? The ultimate calming location, great place for first dates.” You teased and he laughed, falling in step with you as you made your way towards the street.

“To be fair, I did think you’d be out a bit earlier. Everyone else is long gone.”

“It’s been a long week.” You sighed, “aside from being in the chorus I’m Elle’s understudy. I’ve spent more hours in that theatre than in my own bed this week.”

“Guess it’s a shame I didn’t get tickets for tonight then.”

Mike smiled, turning to you now that you were both under the street lamps. He couldn’t help but smile at how contradictory your appearance was. Your face still completely done up in theatre makeup, false lashes accenting your eyes, a strip of highlighter making your face sparkle, your hair pulled back in double French braids, no doubt to easily hide under a wig. Meanwhile you were in the usual theatre kid clothes, comfy ugg boots and capri sweatpants pants elastic’ed halfway down your calves. A loose tank top hung off your frame, an unzipped lulu sweater around your arms, the ultimate of cozy mixed with the pre ample of having somewhere important to be. You laughed, shaking your head slightly.

“Girl’s ankle is fully broken. I am up indefinitely…guess you can say hello to the new Elle Woods.”

“Congratulations.” He smiled, “guess that makes my question of when you’re free a little bit harder.”

“Depends on what you need my time for Sarge.” You smirked.

“To be honest I was wondering if I could maybe buy you a drink? But I understand if you have rehearsals tomorrow, you need your rest.”

“No rehearsals til Wednesday. Guess I did good enough this weekend to deserve a break.”

“Really?” He smiled, “so…I can buy you a drink?”

“Throw in some mozza sticks and you’ve got yourself a deal. This girl’s hungry.”

Mike laughed, his eyes glinting at the near smirk on your cheeks. Every second he spent around you felt like he was discovering a new part of his life he’d previously had no idea existed. You were such a breath of fresh air in his otherwise stuffy life.

“That is as long as you don’t mind going out with someone in sweatpants.” You laughed, “there’s a dive bar around the corner if you’d prefer low lighting?”

“You could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still look incredible.” He smiled back at you in response, “c’mon, I’d hate to keep you out too late.”

Blushing at his words you linked your arm into his, letting him escort you up the street. You had to admit, you’d never really taken a chance to delve into your romantic live, work taking up so much of your time. But you were happier than ever that Mike had decided it was worth while to take a chance on someone like you, he was incredibly sweet, ever so chivalrous, and undeniably attractive.

That first date lasted longer than either of you had thought it would, finally calling it a night when it hit last call. Mike insisted on walking you home and you weren’t complaining, exchanging small talk and flirtations the entire way home. When you finally reached your apartment, his hand caressed your cheek softly, hesitating the slightest bit before you gave a soft nod and he leant in to kiss you gently.

A few days later he took you out to brunch, on a proper date, one that was absolutely perfect and as romantic as you could’ve imagined. It didn’t take long before you were officially his girlfriend. It took a bit adjusting considering your schedules were nearly completely opposite, but you did what you needed to in order to make time for each other. After all, you made each other impeccably happy, and every moment you had together was heaven.

A few weeks later you’d gifted him a few tickets to Legally Blonde and you got to meet his Dad & Step Mom, giving the three of them a mini backstage tour as they congratulated you on your promotion to lead cast. You went out to a classy wine bar afterwards and William simply couldn’t get enough of you, not missing the way you and Mike shone as the other talked, the way you dreamily watched each other, there was no doubt you were meant to be, and none of you could wait to see where your futures took you.

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[caracalwithchips]

Christmas Eve Traditions

This is my first fic for a bingo and fills the Xmas Eve square for @storiesofsvu storiesofsvuholidaybingo. 

Mike Dodds x (fem) reader

As always, I’m open to feedback and writing advice! 

You jerked awake with a start, the seatbelt holding you in place. “Sorry, Darling, I wasn’t expecting the road to turn to gravel so abruptly,” rumbled Mike’s deep voice.

“That’s okay,” you mumbled, smiling. You looked at the time, only 4:30pm but the sky was quickly fading to a dark blue, made darker by trees surrounding the road on either side. “How much longer? I thought we were supposed to be there by now.”

You glanced to Mike and could barely make out his ears turning red in the dim light of the car. “I may have gotten turned around a few times. All the turn-offs look really similar and aren’t exactly marked well.”

“Sweetie, you should have woken me.” He glanced at you dubiously. “I couldn’t have helped, but you would at least have had moral support.”

He huffed out a laugh, “you were here, that was enough. Besides, I know how tired you must be. I appreciate you coming with me straight after work.”

“Of course, there’s no one I’d rather be with.” You reached for his hand. This was a big step for both of you. Your first out-of-town trip and your first holiday together. You had been dating for around seven months, but with your work schedules this was the first time you were actually able to get away. You both had worked on Thanksgiving with no complaints, but Mike had spoken with Liv unbeknownst to you and practically begged her to make sure that whatever cases came to SVU this time of year, someone could cover you for a few days. Over at Joint Terrorism, he had been with the task force long enough to trust his new squad completely and left his Sergeant in charge. This trip was going to be the first true test, but he was starting to picture a future where he could trust his squad enough to leave them for a few days. He didn’t want to be a control freak like his father had always been, he knew there were Lieutenants who spent holidays with their families. His memories of Christmas were…unremarkable, immemorable, and he wanted more.

Now, it was Christmas eve and you had the next five nights booked at a luxury cabin in the Adirondacks.

You rubbed your thumb across his fingers absentmindedly. “Are you sure your dad’s not going to hate me even more for taking you away from him on Christmas?”

“Y/N,” Mike admonished, “you know my dad doesn’t hate you! While he doesn’t approve of us yet..”

You cut him off, “he doesn’t approve of me.”

“Yet. He doesn’t approve of you or us yet, but he will.”

You looked out into the trees, “but this certainly isn’t improving my case.”

Mike took a deep sigh. “Maybe. Or maybe not. But you have to understand, this is the first time in what feels like forever…or maybe ever, that I haven’t cared. For once, I care more about what I want to do than what he thinks I should do. Or at least I care enough to actually do it.” He squeezed your hand tightly, “and what I want to do is be with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, “Mike, I—” you didn’t even know what to say, but you were saved from having to try to articulate what you felt for him as the car bumped back and forth, up-and-over a bumpy ridge.

In a starlit clearing was a two-story cabin. Mike threw you a huge grin, parked at the edge of the gravel road and ran to your side of the car to open your door. You took the hand he offered you and leaned in close to him once standing, the air was bitterly cold. “Look at the lights and garland on the porch! I didn’t know it would be decorated for Christmas.”

“It’s a service they provide. In a perfect world, we could have come up early and decorated together, but I figure with our work schedules we could make do with a professional taking care of it for us. Here, let’s get inside then I’ll start bringing our things in.”

You stomped up wooden stairs to the short deck, trying to knock off the mud and sludge that accumulated on your boots during the short distance from Mike’s Jeep. Mike unlocked the door, held it open, and followed behind you.

You both let out a soft “wow” at the sight before you and his arm wrapped around you as you both took it all in. Any time of the year the cabin itself would have been impressive, the entire back wall was glass that looked out into the forest and mountains beyond. However, the rental agency had decorated every surface inside the cabin with pine garland, twinkle lights, and pinecones dusted with snow. There were even silver antlers dispersed tastefully throughout the room. They had been able to bring the same festive feeling you got from walking around Rockefeller center this time of year to a cabin in the middle of the woods hours outside of the city. In the middle of the room stood a 9 foot spruce, decorated with woodland themed ornaments—fluffy, feathery owls, woodcut moose, knitted bears, and hand-painted reindeer.

You turned to look up at Mike who was already smiling down at you. “What do you think, Love?”

“Oh Mike, it’s perfect! Why don’t you start bringing things in and I’ll get the fire started?”

“Do you know how?” he asked, seemingly impressed.

“I do, actually, although I’m sure they have one of those fire-starter logs which makes it super simple. Even a city-boy could do it,” you shot him a grin. 

“Who knew I’d be spending Christmas with a bonafide mountain-lady, you surprise me every day.” You laughed as he headed back out into the cold and got the fire started promptly. You made a quick trip through the cabin to turn on lights and inspect the rooms. Even the bedrooms were decorated, with garlands threaded through the head-and-footboards of the beds and a small spruce decorated with simple lights in the master bedroom. There was another fireplace in the master with a small seating area with a faux fur rug. You had plans for that spot later on.

By the time you were coming back downstairs, Mike had finished bringing all your luggage, packages, and groceries inside. You planned to cook together the next few days, only leaving the cabin to hike and explore. There was a fire pit a short distance from the cabin and a hot tub on the back porch. You wondered if you’d be brave enough to make the quick run to the hot tub in below freezing temperatures, but you figured you’d go anywhere there was a shirtless Mike Dodds.

As you were still contemplating all the things you wanted to do, Mike came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. His lips found your neck and you let out a sigh. “What do you want to do first, Love?” There were the things you wanted to do that involved Mike and your neck, and then the things you probably should do first.

“Why don’t we unpack the groceries and I’ll get us some dinner made?” Mike mumbled his agreement into your neck, but pulled away long enough to say “and then presents.”

“Oh? Were you one of those families who did presents on Christmas eve instead of waiting? That seems more nontraditional than what I would have thought. Your family seems like it was very ‘by the book.’”

He harumphed into your neck. “No, we had to wait growing up. Everything was dictated by what was expected. But I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to watch you open your presents.”

You laughed, “okay, well I don’t want to wait either.”

He spun you around to face him completely and looked into your eyes, “Y/N, I want us to have all new traditions, traditions for you and I. Whatever will make you happy or me happy, I want us to do it. And then do it every year after that until we can’t even remember a time when we didn’t do those things together.”

You reached your hands around the back of his neck and felt tears prick your eyes. “So they’ll be our traditions, always?”

He rubbed his thumb along your cheekbone, “Yes, our family’s traditions, you and me and one day our children too. Starting this year and every year after this one. Does that sound alright with you?”

You reached up to kiss him, his nose against your cheek was still cool from his trip outside. His hand still caressed your cheek and his other hand wrapped against your lower back.

You pulled back from the kiss, “That sounds better than anything I ever could have imagined on my own.”

“As long as you have me, you won’t ever have to be on your own.” He rubbed his cold nose against yours as you giggled and squirmed away.

“Then let’s start our first tradition. Something hot to drink, you feel cold and I don’t want you to catch a chill,” you led him towards the kitchen.

“Alright,” he followed behind you and started sorting through bags for the hot chocolate supplies, “but let’s bundle up and drink it on the porch. I want us to watch the Christmas eve sky together. If you can light a fire, maybe you can teach me a constellation or two.”

“And watch for Santa’s sleigh! You never know if we’ll see a shooting star or two under such a clear sky.”

He gently held your hips while you started stirring the milk in a pot on the stove. He moved your hair to the side and kissed you in the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. “I think our list of traditions is already off to a great start.”

[partofmultifandoms]

Dating Mike Dodds would include…

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Iffy writing

POMF’s Note: This is short but I may add on, sorry y’all.

Calls you baby girl

Calls you HIS BABY GIRL

Calls you babydoll

CALLS YOU HIS BABYDOLL

Calls you beautiful

Also babe

And he’s chill sometimes so eventually he just calls you dude too.

Him being a morning bird but you absolutely DESPISING waking up early in the morning.

Him laughing when you suggest getting takeout for dinner and then you quirking your eyebrow because that wasn’t a joke ?? and him going completely straight faced and you both just stare at each other like 🤨

“Why was that funny?” you ask with a little chuckle.

“I just thought that- I mean you know that- because it’s kind of like-“ well at least he was articulate. not.

“I try not to eat out.” he finally gets out

“You’re telling me that after a 12 hour shift, you come home and MAKE food?” you couldn’t believe it.

He just laughs and says that he’s gonna cook a HEALTHY meal and you groan and roll your eyes because you have the taste buds of a seven year old but agree reluctantly.

Finally he makes a meal that actually doesn’t look like it’s just a plate of vegetables and you both dig in.

It’s hard for you to admit to him that the food is actually really good.

“Better than takeout.” Mike states and the mere thought that making food would taste better than takeout makes you laugh out loud.

“I’m gonna pretend like I didn’t hear that.” and he just laughs.

Both of you prefer dates where you stay in instead of go out so that works out well.

He is a complete sucker for playing with hair. Like you play with his hair and he’s out. The man goes limp. It’s pretty much a phenomenon.

His love languages are physical touch and acts of service.

Unfortunately, his time spent with you is limited due to his job so whenever he is with you, he is touching you.

Holding your hand

Arm around your waist

Hand on your knee

Linking pinkies

Even linking arms

But he is constantly doing things that show his love for you.

He’ll send you flowers while you’re at work.

He’ll make lunch for you before he leaves in the morning so that when you’re running late you’re on your way out, you can just grab it and go.

He’ll order your favorite food to be delivered to your place when he can tell from the tone of your voice over the phone that you’re having a rough day.

Nap Time.

Nap times are few and far between because if he’s off, you’re working and if you’re off, he’s working.

But when your schedules do line up, the two of you prefer to spend those days together inside, napping.

He is either super chill or very anxious and on-edge. There’s pretty much no in between.

This balances your relationship out because if you’re having a particularly anxious time, he’ll be the calm one. And if he’s the anxious one, you’ll turn into the calm one.

Overall, your whole relationship with Mike is mature and well-balanced.

[storiesofsvu]

Dress Up

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: minor language, all fluff here folks Requested: yes (@hhroadgirl I think this one was you?)

“I cannot believe you convinced me into doing this.” Mike called from the bedroom and you let out a little laugh as you scooped up Alyssa, your one year old out of her high chair in the kitchen.

“It can’t be that bad baby.” You called back, moving to the sink in an attempt to clean Alyssa’s hands, even if it was only going to last two minutes. “Are you almost ready? Mom’s on her way back with Jacob and people are gonna be here in under half an hour.”

“This was a horrible idea.” Was all he said in return.

Your older son was in second grade, and one of his best friends wanted to have a big, all out themed super hero party. He’d been talking about it at school for over a month, inviting literally everyone in his class and the other second grade class. This of course was before he’d discussed things with his parents, who couldn’t host such a big thing, living in a small two bedroom apartment.

After getting married you and Mike had moved out to Brooklyn and had the advantage of a lot of indoor space and an even bigger backyard. You were close with the other parents and usually offered to host things that needed more space. There were some decorations inside, but the big splash of super hero world and games had been set up in the yard already. Then the other road block came when the party company they’d been using called last minute saying the performer that was supposed to be coming was sick, and the only other option at such a late time was a princess, which obviously didn’t fit the theme.

“You’re only saying that cause you look normal.” Mike huffed in disagreement as he stepped into the open living room revealing himself in the Superman costume and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and so ridiculous at the same time.” You teased with a smirk and Mike rolled his eyes. Alyssa squealed happily in your arms and that pulled another giggle from you, “see? Lyssa likes it.” She babbled on, reaching out for Mike and you passed her over, making sure he had a towel over his shoulder to prevent any drool from getting on the costume.

“Great, so the one year old likes it.”

“Which means the seven year olds will too.” You twirled the loose lock of hair sitting at the side of his forehead before your hands smoothed over his shoulders, “it’s not as bad as you think baby. Shows off your muscles really well.” Smirking, you moved back into the kitchen counter to finish icing the cupcakes you’d made. Mike placed Alyssa back in her high chair before wrapping around your back.

“You like it so much we could keep it.” He smirked, pressing a soft kiss into your neck and you laughed.

“Mikey! Not like that.” You swatted as his arm, “besides, you know I’m more of a Captain America girl.”

“You only like him ‘cause of Chris Evans and we both know it.” He teased back, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as his arms slipped off you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Not as much as I like you.” You smiled back as you finished up the cupcakes, popping the mini spatula into your mouth to lick off the leftover icing. Mike smirked as he looked back at you,

“You’ve got a little something…” he gestured to the corner of his mouth, gleam in his eye. Before you could even think of wiping it off he grabbed you in his arms, hoisting you off the ground.

“Mikey!” You yelped, Alyssa joining in with a happy squeal from across the room.

“How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?” Mike asked and you laughed.

“I’d never turn down kisses from you.” You leant in, though he landed the first one on the corner of your lips, successfully catching the icing.

“Mmm.” He hummed, “almost as sweet as you.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“You are a dork Mike Dodds.”

“Yeah but I’m your dork.” He replied, kissing you softly, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly.

“Correction, you, are my Superman.” You smirked and he scoffed out a laugh, pulling you in for another gentle kiss, his arms wrapping around you once more.

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[storiesofsvu]

Rekindled

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: language Covers the “Wedding Date”square of the storiesofsvuoneyearbingo

Perched on a desk in the middle of an unfamiliar squad room reading through a not so detailed case file wasn’t exactly where you figured you’d find yourself when you left for work this morning. You were FBI, and your unit had been closing in on a perp when you discovered that Manhattan SVU had one that seemed all too similar to not be the same. Your one hidden blessing was that bringing you into Manhattan meant that you got reunited with Mike Dodds. The two of you had gone to the academy together, spending a year on the force alongside each other before you started to get whisked up into the world of undercover ops and moving up to the FBI. You’d been pretty good friends, keeping in touch over the years, though your meet ups became less and less as your careers took hold of your lives.

It was his desk you’d made a home on, being the most comfortable around him. The team had finished debriefing, splitting as part of the SVU squad headed out into the field while others headed over to interrogation and the rest simply gravitated toward the coffee.

“Fuck.” Mike muttered quietly, dropping his phone onto the desk in front of him.

“You get something?” You asked, leaning over so you could see the monitor of his computer and he shook his head.

“No. It’s my Dad.” He groaned and you quirked a brow.

“He want you guys to pass off the case?”

You knew William was currently residing as Chief, something that Mike was annoyed with. While the connections definitely helped him when he needed it, it also hindered him when it came to other squad members fully trusting him. The last time you’d met for drinks was when he’d first started with SVU and you remembered how frustrated he had been over them thinking he was a snitch and if they even so much as toed the line in front of him he’d be running off to Daddy. You’d known him long enough to know that that was the farthest from the truth, Mike was a good kid, but his loyalty didn’t always lie with his family.

“No.” He grumbled, running a hand over his face, “my brother’s wedding is on Saturday.”

“Dear old Dad getting on your case about your baby bro getting married before you?”

“That.” Mike rolled his eyes, “and I completely forgot to tell him I broke up with Ashley, who he is now more than excited to meet.”

“I take it it wasn’t an amicable break up?”

“I’d be lucky if she didn’t slap me in the street if she saw me again.”

“Jesus Mike.” You laughed, “you need to learn to let a girl down gently.”

“I thought I did.” He defended with a small laugh, “turned out she was far more invested than I was. She didn’t understand the weight of the job, how long I’d be gone. When I sat her down to talk she thought I was proposing.” You cackled out a laugh at that, and he shot you a playful glare.

“Did your Dad ever meet her?”

“No. He didn’t even know her name, he was just excited I’d finally started dating again, couldn’t wait to meet his so called future daughter in law.” Mike rolled his eyes hard at that, honestly, he was both glad and lucky his Dad had never met his ex, marriage would’ve been brought up too many times to count and that wasn’t a road he wanted to go down with her in the slightest.

“Well if you need to dodge a bullet, I’m free Saturday.” You shrugged as Mike looked up at you, the expression on his face as if you’d just told him he’d won the lottery.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. I mean I’ve got nothing going on, and as if your Dad’s gonna remember me from like, a decade ago. If he never met your ex what’s the harm? I get a free meal and entertainment, you don’t get reamed out for being a dumb ass.” Mike swatted at your leg at the insult and you whapped his shoulder in return.

“You’re a life saver, you know that?”

“Oh I do.” You smirked, your attention being pulled back to the case at hand as everyone circled back up to go through more of the details.

By the end of the day the case was only a fraction of an inch closer to being solved, but you’d at least been able to exchange ideas and information, moving you in the right direction. You’d also made sure to send Mike your address for Saturday, and he promised he’d pick you up right at two.

*

Mike would’ve been lying if he said his breath didn’t catch in his throat the sight of you stepping out of your apartment door that Saturday. Dressed in a classy cocktail dress, your hair curled and pinned off to the side was a far cry from the business casual he’d recently seen you in, and an even farther cry from the uniform he saw you on a daily basis all those years ago. You’d grown into an incredibly attractive woman and he felt his little awkward crush from back in the academy creeping back up as you flashed him a dazzling smile and slid into the car.

The two of you went over a very brief amount of fake backstory for your so called relationship, deciding it was easiest to keep things as realistic as possible. You’d stayed in touch through the years and once you were stationed back in New York, the two of you truly rekindled and started your romance.

Luckily things were a little hectic at the church, as they normally were for weddings of this stature. You weren’t surprised at all that the Dodds had spared no expensive, lavish floral arrangements, flashy suits and dresses for the wedding party. The ceremony was loving and adorable, no matter how much of a romance hater one could be, there was something in the air at weddings that made everything just that much softer and romantic. It was out of instinct that Mike’s hand loosely grabbed yours, playing with your fingers during the second half of the ceremony, and you had to admit, it made your cheeks flush.

It was on the way out of the church that William managed to catch a moment with the two of you, an excited and distracted smile on his face as he greeted his other son. It was a brief interaction but you at least remembered to grab Mike’s hand as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, smiling brightly and saying that you’d heard so much about the older man and were so happy to finally meet him. In return William said something about how Mike had failed to mention his girl was so stunning and you laughed it off, blushing as you tucked into Mike’s shoulder. There wasn’t time for much else before everyone was whisked away to appropriate vehicles for the next stage.

When you got to the cocktail hour you realized just about how deep in you were. You had to make this seem like a relationship that had been going on long enough that you were more than comfortable with each other, and there was more than enough socializing and introductions going on. After not seeing Mike for a while you were suddenly very aware of your resurfacing crush on him as he held you to his side, the supposed fake look of adoration he’d give you as he’d tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, the way his thumb would trail across your hand as he held it. You felt you heart rate pick up and were more than thankful for the free flowing champagne as you made your way through the afternoon. You were equal parts intrigued and confused at the way Mike had begun to steal looks at you when no one else was looking, whether he was just that good at playing a part, or whether there maybe was something more that you hadn’t realized earlier.

Dinner brought you settled into a table with the rest of the Dodds immediate family, and it didn’t take long before the attention was brought around to you.

“Y/n.” William started, glancing up from his plate and you were suddenly very happy for the free flowing wine, “I don’t think Mike mentioned it, what is it that you do?”

“Oh, I’m with the bureau.” You replied, at least thankful for the work related question you wouldn’t have to fabricate too much.

“Bureau?” Another relative asked, their brow quirking and Mike was quick to cut in.

“FBI.” His hand closed around yours softly on the table top, “we met in the academy, guess we just didn’t realize the potential until recently.” He shot you a smile that you couldn’t help but blush at, a quiet giggle escaping your lips as you nuzzled into his shoulder briefly.

“Well that certainly is impressive.” William replied, an approving smile on his face as he glanced over to the two of you.

You were thankful again when you only remained the topic of conversation for a few more minutes before it changed off to something else. Though Mike’s hand stayed lying on your thigh as the two of you ate, his thumb stroking at your skin every once in a while and you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster at the intimacy of the contact.

Maybe it was the vibe coursing through the air as the evening went on, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just having a good night with an old friend, but as the time went on you felt more and more comfortable and natural with Mike. Or maybe it had something to do with the fake relationship you were upholding. Laughing through jokes, pulling stories out of nowhere of your history that maybe technically existed in your friendship with a little extra embellishment to make it seem like you were really in love. You shared more than a few dances on the dance floor, some full of laughter and singing along to the music, simply feeling the beat while others Mike wrapped a steady arm around you, holding you close while you swayed your way across the floor. Those were the ones that you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you swore you could almost feel Mike’s strumming in time to yours as your laid against his body, wondering if it was the excitement of the evening, or the excitement of something more.

Around midnight you decided to make your escape, giving well wishes to the happy couple and bidding goodnight to William and the rest of the family you encountered on your way to the door. You hummed in satisfaction at the warm arm Mike still had wrapped around you as you made your way into the cooling air of the parking lot, your head resting against his shoulder. Your heart nearly skipped a beat at the feel of him leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you approached the car, and that was when you decided it was finally time to be bold. If everything went south, you worked different departments anyway, so why not? You turned, you hand linking in his as it dropped from your waist.

“I uh…I had a really good time tonight.” You murmured softly, glancing up to catch his gaze and he smiled back at you.

“I did to.” He huffed out a breath of a laugh, “hard to believe we really let things dangle on this long.”

“Hmm?” You questioned, your head tilting in confusion as his words and his cheeks flushed.

“Guess it took this whole fake dating thing for me to remember why I was completely enamoured by you back in the day.”

“Mikey!” You laughed, swatting against his arm, “you don’t mean that….” You felt your own cheeks heating at his statement, your breath catching in your throat as he pushed back a loose strand of hair, his hand trailing down your cheek.

“I do.” He mustered up the best smile he could, “and now? You bein’ all bad ass working for the feds? That certainly doesn’t help.” He chuckled softly, “I guess what I’m saying is that tonight was really, really nice….and I wouldn’t mind doing it again, but for real…maybe, dinner next weekend? If you’d like?”

“Mike…” you breathed out, your eyes searching his for any ounce of hesitation, “I’d love to.”

He grinned softly at you, his hand coming up to cup at your cheek, waiting for the tiny nod you gave him before his lips met yours. It was soft and full of adoration, a little hesitant, but you could feel the curve of his lips against yours, the smile reflected on your own as the kiss deepened ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you in a small giggle. He couldn’t help but huff a laugh out, his hazel eyes meeting your own, a gleam evident in them.

“I waited far too long to do that.” He murmured and you grinned.

“You most certainly did.” Smirking, your lips met his again, moving with grace and ease against each other.

While you certainly hadn’t expected your week to come to an end like this, you were certainly more than thrilled that it did. A shriek of a laugh escaping your lips as Mike’s hands tickled at your sides before you darted away to get into the car. Though he kissed you again once you were inside, and once more when he pulled up to your apartment. And there was no way he was going to leave you without one last one when he walked you to your door, telling you he’d text you in the morning, leaving you feeling like a smitten school girl as you tumbled into your home.

No, you certainly hadn’t expected your adolescent crush on Mike Dodds to resurface all these years later, and you definitely never thought that something would actually come from it. But there you were, a week later, being handed a stunning bouquet of your favourite flowers before he linked his arm in yours and led you to what would be the last first date of your life.

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[storiesofsvu]

Your Mouth

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, oral sex, semi public sex

“Dodds I swear to God, we’re going to be late if you keep this up.” You muttered into is neck as he ground you against the kitchen island.

“But sweetheart, just let me finish, that’s all I want” You cursed against him, he’d been edging you since the moment the two of you had woken up that morning, knowing you had to head into work soon, and you were about to kill him.

“Mikey…”You moaned, “Come on!” You’d barely managed to protest as he pushed into you, your moans accepting the intrusion, he pumped furiously, despite edging you all morning, he was only after his own release, a few more pumps and he was finishing inside you, biting at your neck as he groaned against your skin.

“Worth it sweetheart.” Mike smirked against your skin before spanking you gently, pulling your underwear back in place, “See you soon.” He kissed your cheek quickly before retreating from your apartment.

**

20 minutes later, you arrived at the SVU precinct, Olivia could tell you were tense as you tossed your bag and jacket into a spare chair before following her to an interrogation window.

“You okay?” She questioned, knowing you were both still in friend mode before work settled in

“Oh….yeah.. I absolutely love being edged 50 times before I’m even allowed to have coffee.”

“Jesus Y/N” Olivia let out a laugh, you were very close friends, but it was still a little off for her to actually know the person who was doing these things to you.

“Hey, he’s your Sergeant.” You muttered, taking a sip of the VERY well loved coffee in your hand as you started to watch the interrogation on the other side of the glass.

***

You sat in your office slowly working through a couple of cases, otherwise, it was a quiet afternoon. You knew SVU would be coming for some warrants soon, and weren’t surprised when your phone pinged, you were, however surprised when the message from Olivia said,

“He’s all yours…have fun ;)” A few moments later Mike Dodds showed up at your office knocking on the door jam before he entered.

“Dodds…” You started, leaning back from you desk, “Lock the door.” You smirked, standing as you gestured to the papers on your desk, “I’ve got the warrants you need, however…I can’t stop thinking about your mouth and it’s driving me nuts.”

“I suppose I do owe you Counsellor.”

“Sarge…you owe me one hell of a lot.” You laughed, Mike closed the space between you, crashing his mouth against yours, your lips moulding against each others like you’d never believe. He lifted you up, positioning you laying back on the table in your office, pushing your skirt up, pulling your panties to the side.

“Jesus Christ, I forgot how stunning you are.” You giggled softly before Mike blew on your most sensitive spots, making you whimper. He softly moved into your cunt, licking his way up your most intimate areas, latching himself around your clit, sucking intensely. Your hands buried themselves into his hair as he continued his assault on your cunt, sucking your lower lips into his, licking and probing you with his tongue and lips until your hips were thrashing against him. He slowly plunged a finger into your warmth, curling it against your g-spot, coaxing a string of breathy cries from you before he added another one, latching his lips around your clit. You were so wound up from all the edging before breakfast it was a wonder you were able to hold off on your orgasm this long, not able to control it any longer, you let go begging yourself to stay somewhat quiet.

Mike coaxed you through it slowing his fingers as you regained your thoughts, you swore you practically came again watching him sinfully pull his fingers from you before sucking and licking them clean.

“Guess that does make up for this morning.” You murmured, sitting back up, pulling Dodds into the space between your legs, kissing him deeply in thanks.

“Can I have my warrants now?” You rolled your eyes, hopping off the table to retrieve the papers, handing them off to him.

“All yours Sergeant, now, go catch the bad guys. I’ll see you when you have enough for an arraignment.”

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[storiesofsvu]

Beautiful

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: Language

You moved your way through the sea of tuxedos and presumptuous asshats in front of you, thankful to finally find your way to the bar, ordering a fresh glass of champagne, at least the booze was free. You’d always thought the worst part of being an A.D.A was having to put up with these stuffy galas multiple times a year, playing nice, shaking hands, putting up with the cocky stories from other lawyers, defence attorneys, detectives and drunk cops, no thank you. As you took a sip of your fresh champagne you felt the heat of another body beside yours and prepared another eye roll.

“Have you always been this beautiful?” You smirked, turning so you were facing the ballroom as Sergeant Mike Dodds ordered another drink, continuing the face the bartender. The two of you had started out casual, completely accidental, but as things do, it morphed into more as you both developed feelings. Thanks to the nature of the job, things were kept pretty quiet, only Captain Benson knew that you were in a committed relationship, and that was only because she was a close personal friend of yours.

“I guess I just stand out in a room full of white hair and beer bellies.” Mike chuckled at that, nodding a thanks to the bartender.

“I’ve heard the city looks stunning from the balcony.” He gave you a brief wink as he picked up his drink, sauntering out of the room. You smiled to yourself, waiting a few moments prior to glancing out the room to join Mike in the privacy that outside held.

“You’re right…beautiful view.” You murmured, sipping your drink, Mike turned to you, wrapping a large arm around your waist pulling you into him as both of you placed your glasses down on the ledge of the balcony. He softly kissed your forehead, lingering a few moments before turning you in his embrace to survey the skyline in front of the two of you. A beat of silence and appreciation filled the air, Mike hummed lightly, moving to kiss your bare shoulder,

“I love you.” He breathed against the shell of your ear, you felt a swell of emotion at his admission, squeezing his arms in admiration as you turned slightly to see eye to eye.

“i love you too,” You looked up into those beautiful hazel eyes, shining with infatuation, circling your arms around his waist, kissing his soft lips, melting against them like you belonged together. The two of you were so absorbed in each other and the love flowing around you that you didn’t notice the door opening.

“Michael…” Williams Dodds’ voice rung through the night as you tore apart from each other, to be busted by anyone wasn’t great, but by Mike’s father, and the Chief of NYPD, not exactly ideal. The older man glanced between the two of you, taking in the situation, you blushed heavily, very embarrassed.

“Dad..” Mike started, holding up a defensive hand, even taking a step in front of you as if you make it known that you shouldn’t be blamed.

“Mikey…I don’t see too much of a problem here.” William started, the baffled faces of you and Mike didn’t seem to slow him down, “Miss Y/L/N is a wonderful lawyer, and a powerful, successful one at that, I’d be lucky for you to end up with someone like her.” Mike sputtered, perplexed by his father’s admission.

“Really?” He managed out,

“Yes,” William moved towards you, clapping his son on the arm gently before turning to you, “You’ll come for dinner next week, right?”

“I…I…yes Chief.” You were at a loss for words, you hadn’t expected this to come out, much less in front of the Chief of Police. You worried about your career slightly, but William seemed to have no problem with it.

“Good. I’ll see you then Counsellor. And…call me Will,” He gently shook your hand, clapping Mike on the shoulder, “I just came to say goodnight Mikey. Get home safe.” William gave a subtle wink to his son before he left the two of you alone on the balcony.

“Well….Guess the cat’s out of the bag..” You muttered, burying your head into Dodds’ shoulder, hearing him laugh lightly into your hair. He stroked your arms softly, kissing your forehead before pushing away to look you in the eye.

“You heard him sweetheart, he approves, that’s all we need.” Mike kissed you softly, “And honestly all I need is knowing we love each other, I really don’t care who has stupid opinions about us.”

“Really?” Your glassy eyes bore up to his, wishing you could read his mind.

“Y/N, you’re always going to be my number one.” A kiss to your cheek, “Now, what do you say we get out of here?”

You smiled at him, accepting his agreement as he took your hand to lead you out of the gala.

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[teamhappyme]

peonies

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

a/n: happy valentine’s day my friends!!! here is a cute lil Carisi fic that made me feel a lil less blah today. i love and appreciate you all so so much!

****

“Liv, I’m gonna bring these witness statements to Carisi before I head out. You need me to drop off anything else?”

“Nope, just those statements for him. And thank you for dropping them off, y/n. I can get home and spend some of the day with Noah.” You saw her put the chocolate heart in her bag, along with the dog stuffed animal she picked up from a vendor earlier today. 

“He’s gonna love that dog.” You commented, and she looked up and smiled. 

“I hope so. And hopefully it will put off the argument for getting a real dog a little longer.”

You laughed, knowing how much every little kid wants a dog. But stuffed animals were always a good second. 

The two of you walked out of the precinct together, both surprised that you were getting out of here while the sun was still out. 

“Tell Noah I said Happy Valentine’s Day. I owe him and the Rollins girls an ice cream date.”

She smiled. “I will. Have a good night, y/n.” 

The walk to the courthouse was cold, and you passed by at least a dozen vendors with Valentine’s day themed food and goodies. You made it almost the whole walk without caving and buying something for yourself, but the cute little puppy on the styrofoam hot chocolate cup was calling your name. 

And of course you bought one for Carisi too.

You made your way through the maze that is the DA’s office, finally making your way into Carisi’s small office. But the ADA in question was nowhere to be found.

You placed the hot chocolate on his desk, smiling as you saw drawings from Jesse and Billie taped to the file cabinet, Jesse’s little ‘Uncle Sonny’ handwriting too cute to handle. He’d only been moved into the office for a few weeks, and it looked like he was finally settled in. You heard the horror stories of having to move out the copy machines, but it all seemed worth it.

He had his degrees hanging on the wall, along with a quote from the declaration of independence, because this man lived and breathed the law. 

You turned to walk back to the chairs, when a picture frame on his desk caught your eye. You’d seen the one of his beautiful goddaughter’s Billie and Jesse, and knew there were a few of the giant Carisi clan scattered around. 

But this one was in a clean black frame, and you had to do a double take to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. 

It was you in the picture frame. 

Actually, it was you and Sonny in the frame, laughing uncontrollably with disco lights in the background. 

You recognized the venue immediately, it was the indoor roller rink from Noah’s fifth birthday party. You hadn’t gone roller skating since you were a kid, and you were extremely apprehensive to get back on the skates. But Sonny convinced you to try again, sticking to your side the entire time.

The picture in question was after you had slipped. You were preparing to meet the floor in a painful thud, instead you felt two arms wrap around you, keeping you close and still on two feet. It was Sonny. 

You didn’t know this picture even existed, otherwise you would’ve gotten your hands on it pretty quick. You couldn’t help the smile spread across your face knowing that Sonny wanted it on his desk, to see your laughing faces everyday.

“Hey.” Your eyes snapped up to the doorway, Sonny standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“Hey.” You stepped out from behind his desk, pulling the file he needed out of your backpack. “Um, I brought the witness statements for the Carson case. There’s quite a few here, so hopefully you can get some of them to testify.”

He took the file from your hands, placing it on his desk. “Thanks, I’m getting ready to prep with Hannah, so this will be helpful.”

“Good, that’s good.” You said while running a shaky hand through your hair. 

You know he must have seen you looking at the picture of the two of you, and now you didn’t know what to say. He was carrying a bouquet of beautiful flowers on Valentine’s day; clearly he had some plans tonight.

“Those flowers are beautiful, you have a lucky Valentine tonight?” You asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between you. 

He smiled, his turn now to run a hand through his quaffed hair. “They’re for you, actually.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be his response. 

“Liv texted me, gave me a warning that you were headed over. I would’ve been here when you got here, but I know you don’t like roses, and it took me four different shops to find pink and white peonies. Thought I was gonna have to fight the guy next to me for ‘em, but he grabbed the tulips instead.” 

He extended the bouquet to you, and gently took the flowers into your own hands. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite flower. When did you even let that comment about roses slip out? 

“Sonny, you didn’t have to get me flowers.” You commented, but couldn’t resist sticking your nose in to smell the fresh flowers.

He smiled, glad that you liked the flowers, while shrugging off his overcoat. “I wanted to. You’re working on Valentine’s day, just wanted to do something special for you.”

“Well this is definitely more than special. No one’s ever bought me a bouquet of my favorite flowers before. Not even someone who has a picture of me on their desk.”

You saw his cheeks turn red before he dipped his head toward the floor. “I figured you saw that.”

You placed the flowers down next to your bag, joining him behind his desk. You grabbed the picture as he finally brought his head up to look at you, a smile still resting on your face. 

“I really like this picture. I’m just mad that you kept it to yourself, I would’ve loved to have a copy for my own desk.” 

“I think I could get you a copy. But you’ll have to thank Dodds for the photography skills.” Of course it was Mike Dodds that withheld the image from you. 

“I’ll be sure to send him a text.” You said and placed the image back on his desk. You just now noticed the files piling up on his desk, and spared a glance at your watch; it was only five oclock. He had a long night ahead of him. “Well, I won’t stand in the way of you and your important ADA work.”

“Y/n/n,” He grabbed your hand as you took a step away from him, and you turned to look back at him. “The files can wait ‘til tomorrow. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

You smiled. “Would I like to go to dinner with the only man who’s ever remembered my favorite flower?” He laughed as you gave his hand a squeeze. “I would love to, Sonny.”

You gathered your belongings, making sure there was enough room for you to carry the flowers in your hand. The two of you walked out of the courthouse together, the sun setting over one hogan place as you exited. 

You were halfway down the steps when he stopped, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He started rambling about how it would be impossible to find a restaurant on Valentine’s day, how he was an awful planner, and now you’d have to wait in the cold for hours. 

But all you could focus on was the way the sun was hitting him, covering him in an orange glow, his hair slightly fussed by the new york city breeze. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t let him stand there without letting him know.

He continued to ramble as you took a step toward him, complaining that you were going to end up eating hot dogs from a vendor.

“Dominick,” you said, and the sound of his real name leaving your lips got him to shut up. 

You reached up, running a hand through his fussed hair in an attempt to straighten it out. Once you were satisfied with the outcome, you rested a hand on his chest, as his free hand found your waist. He smiled before leaning down, your lips meeting his in an incredibly sweet first kiss. 

You pulled away after a few seconds, not wanting to cause a scene on the courthouse steps, and matched the smile that was still on his face.

“How do you feel about pizza for dinner?” He asked, his hand finding your own, linking your fingers together as you resumed walking down the steps. He gave your hand a squeeze, and you couldn’t help but look up and smile at him.

“Pizza and peonies, what more could a girl ask for?”

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[storiesofsvu]

Can’t Help Myself

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: Language, smut, semi-public sex

The NYPD was hosting one of their many annual galas, this one in specific honour of the Special Victims Unit across New York. This meant that tonight, the various squads were required to all be in their dress blues, the formal part of the evening (and the dinner) were over, leaving everyone in various states of dress, some buttons undone, a more relaxed feel took over as the drinks started to flow.

You were up at the bar, a plus one of the event thanks to Mike Dodds, though also a guest as the SVU’s current A.D.A. waiting for another round of drinks when Mike came up behind you, sliding a soft arm across your lower back, pulling his body against yours, kissing the side of your head. The bartender was preoccupied so you turned into your boyfriend, curling your hands behind his neck while your eyes drank in his appearance, it was a very rare occurrence to see him in his blues and it certainly was doing something for you. You leaned up, placing a gentle yet solid kiss against his lips, pulling him into your body as his hands wrapped around your waist, fingers trailing the bare skin of your back.

“What was that for?” He asked, a smug grin on his face, you simply smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth before pulling away,

“I mean this whole gala is kind of for you, isn’t it?” You quirked a brow, slightly turning back to the bar, leaning against him, Mike laughed gently, kissing the back of your head as you rambled an order off to the bartender.

“This whole gala is kind of for the entire unit sweetheart.” You turned back to him, eyes raking over his form once again,

“Well maybe I just can’t help myself when you look like that…” He practically growled, pulling you against him for a deep kiss, he could taste the champagne on your tongue, your perfume assaulting his senses, you tore apart from each other when the bartender cleared their throat loudly. You mumbled an embarrassed thanks, tossing a fiver in the tip jar. You took your drinks, making your way over to the rest of the squad, your relationship had been disclosed to those needed, and Mike’s dad already knew, but most of the squad was in the dark still. Mike dropped his hand from your back as you approached the table.

The two of you spent a small amount of time interacting with the squad, drinking, laughing at jokes and making fun with each other. Carisi made his way back to the bar with Rollins while Fin and Olivia buried themselves into a deep conversation. You took this brief moment of privacy to turn towards Mike, nipping at his earlobe, cupping his length in your hand, causing him to quietly moan into your cheek,

“Sweetheart…”He murmured, eyes rolling back briefly,

“Yes baby?” You innocently glanced up at him through your lashes, you felt his hand cautiously make its way down to your ass, squeezing tightly,

“Meet me in the back bathroom in 5…” Mike whispered into your ear, nipping at your neck before excusing himself. You continued the friendly conversation between the detectives before politely excusing yourself as well, making your way to the private bathroom. You opened the door to see Mike leaning against the counter, eyes shooting up to you as the door opened, which you promptly locked.

In two quick strides he was on you, lips on yours, pushing you against the wall, pinning you to it with his hips, rolling against you while you gasped against his mouth, his hands grasping at every inch of your body they could.

“Mikey…” You moaned, he bit heavily into your exposed neck, “God baby, you look so fucking good in that uniform…I fuckin’ love it...” His hands trailed down your body, making their way under your dress, finding your panties soaked, he chuckled darkly, biting against your skin again before his fingers buried into your heat.

“I can tell…”He laughed, pulling back to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his fingers continued their assault on you, doing your best not to make too much noise. “You look so fucking sexy in that dress baby,” Your cunt clenched around him, you whined heavily.

“Mike please…just fucking fuck me….” You begged, he chuckled, pushing your skirt up as he pinned you against the basin, both of you facing the mirror, pushing your panties to the side.

“You ready sweetheart?” He asked honestly,

“Yes….please…” You practically sobbed as he pulled himself out of his uniform, those blues were simply too much for you. Mike traced his head through your folds, causing you to jerk back against him, a soft cry escaping your lips before he plunged into you. A breath of lust broke through your lips, your hands gripping the counter in front of you as Mike plowed into you quickly from behind. You both knew you didn’t have a lot of time, or a lot of privacy to finish off. Mike pulled your body up, closing a hand gently around your neck as the other roped its way around to your clit, rubbing hard fast circles. You quietly sobbed, clenching down around his cock, your body trembling against his, as he thrusted you through your orgasm your hand buried itself into his hair, pulling tightly. Mike pushed you back down against the sink, pounding relentlessly as his hips stuttered before he groaned heavily, leaning forward as he bit into your neck, stilling against your body.

“Fuck sweetheart…”Mike muttered softly against the skin of your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses across your back as he slowly pulled out, wiping your folds with a Kleenex before placing our panties back in place. You remained against the basin, regaining your breath before you pushed yourself up, fixing your hair and lipstick before turning back to Dodds.

“You okay?” You smirked, tracing a hand down Mike’s cheek, kissing his lips gently as he placed himself back in his uniform,

“More than okay baby.” He laughed lightly, “Might need a minute…” You laughed outwardly at that, giving his ass a slight slap,

“I’ll meet ya out there.” You gave him a deep kiss before leaving the bathroom, making your way back to the table of SVU friends. By now it was only Fin, Olivia and Carisi, everyone else seemed to have left. You ordered another glass of champagne as you reached the table.

“Y/N, ya look flushed, ya sure ya should have another drink?” You laughed, glancing across to Liv,

“Carisi I’m fine, I promise you.” A few moments later Mike returned to your table, still slightly out of breath as he asked for another drink as Fin butted in,

“What, you need to run a few laps around the building to keep up with your fitness?” Mike laughed outwardly at that, Olivia raised a brow at you,

“Please don’t tell me you just…” You cut her off, not caring about privacy anymore, practically everyone knew anyways,

“Fucked in the bathroom, yeah, yeah we did.” You took a swig of your champagne as Mike sputtered into his glass, Carisi literally choked on his beer, and Fin cackled into his. It was a matter of seconds before Chief Dodds was at your table, congratulating the unit for a job well done and everyone had to keep as cool as possible.

“Y/N, glad you could be here, we’ll see you Sunday, right?” William asked,

“Of course Chief!” You leaned into the hug and kiss on the cheek, you’d been to multiple dinners with the Dodds’ already, he gave a formal goodbye to the squad, squeezing Mike on the arm before he left. Mike leaned into your back, kissing your shoulder, muttering against your ear,

“You ready to go sweetheart?” You turned in his arms, no longer afraid of the squad knowing, placing a passionate kiss against his lips, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you against him. You pulled away softly, a look of affection in your eyes as you bore into him,

“Of course.” You winked, you both made your very quick goodbyes of the squad, Mike’s hand held very tightly on your lower back, taking a risk to slip down to your ass to squeeze it every so often, there was no way either of you were finished torturing each other for the evening.

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