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missjennifercole · 6 years ago

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Wow guys! We are so excited to be back. I promise Amanda and I are working our B-U-T-Ts off on these episodes and we love you all so much for being so patient. Here we go with the next episode!

EPISODE 27

Rafael sipped his cup of coffee, hand running over his face as he looked over the Cassidy/Dawson files for the third time this afternoon. As much as he would have loved to help without any more evidence they were at a deadlock, unable to proceed with anything. Now it was in Olivia and her squad’s hands.

“Mr. Barba,” Carmen’s voice said over the intercom.

“Yes Carmen?” Rafael replied.

“Lieutenant Benson is here, would you like me to send her in?”

“Yes please, and could you bring us both a cup of coffee?”

“Of course, Mr. Barba,” Carmen answered.

Olivia made her way into his office.

“It better be good news, Lieutenant,” Rafael mused.

“Oh, it is. We decided to search both their offices and found this,” Liv said, holding up a clear bag with a bottle of Klonopin inside.

“Muscle relaxers,” Barba said.

“Inside the back of one of Megan Cassidy’s drawers,” Olivia said with a pointed look..

“Does she have a prescription?”

“According to this she does, but we checked her medical records, no such prescription,” Liv replied.

“Okay, that’s something. Charge her with possession, keep digging on the rape. Looks like we just found something to support Greg Dawson’s story, but I’d like more,” Rafael said.

Liv nodded, “I’ve got Carisi and Amanda heading to her place now.”

Carmen came in, delivering both coffees with a smile.

“Thank you, Carmen,” Liv said with a grin, sipping the hot liquid.

“Thanks, Carmen,” Rafael said, smiling at his assistant. “You know this is gonna be a hell of a fight. What’d you get on her background? Any other complaints from male coworkers?”

“She’s got a pretty clean record but we’re still digging. She has sealed juvenile court records.”

“I’ll file a motion to have them unsealed,” he replied.

Liv nodded. “I’m going to see what else I can pull up in the meantime. There’s got to be something we can use.”

“While you’re at it, take Greg back to the hospital, have them test for Klonopin. It’s not something that’s picked up on the standard drug test,” he replied.

Olivia moved towards the door. “On it, let me know when the judge gives us the okay on the juvie records.”

“Okay,” he replied, walking out after her and looking to Carmen. “Could you track down Ms. Patterson for me?”

“Of course Mr. Barba,” she said and stood, moving down the hall. She returned quickly with Grace who chugged the remainder of her energy drink.

“Tell me you’ve found some precedence we can use,” he replied.

“I mean, I can slam a hundred different cases on you about drugged rapes, but the only one I found in the case of a male that I felt held any water was the Thornton case from 2012. I highlighted all the parts that felt important and left you an index and summary of that information on the front page.”

“Perfect, thank you. We’re moving on filing charges against Megan Cassidy,” he replied.

“Seriously?! Yes!” she said excitedly before composing herself when she realized he was staring at her. “I mean, of course that’s horrible but I’m excited to be helping out.”

“This case is gonna be brutal and it’s going to get ugly,” he replied. “Don’t get too excited yet.”

She nodded, though it was clear she was eager to begin things. “I’ll start working then,” she said. “Anything specific you need from me, Mr. Barba?”

“No, not right now. I’m going to get started on drawing up the charges and then I’ll look over the Thornton case.”

She nodded, excusing herself to go back to working on her own.

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“Want go home,” Fiona mumbled as you stroked her hair in the office of your school that afternoon.

“I know baby, I know, he’s almost here,” you said gently as you watched your daughter grimace before throwing up all down your front. You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath and moved to grab paper towels, cleaning her up as best as you could. She sniffled, whining at her stomach ache. The moment you saw Nevada walk through the door you thanked any higher power that was up there.

“Thank you for picking her up,” you said to your husband as you passed him your vomit scented daughter.

“No, it’s fine,” he replied.

Fiona who normally was rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed looked dull and lackluster as she reached her arms out to hug Nevada.

“Go home,” she mumbled into her fathers neck.

“She’s got a high fever, just stay with her till I get home?” you asked as you signed her out in the office. “Keep her quarantined to one room if you can, I don’t want her getting the other two sick.”

“Yeah, alright,” he replied. “You want a clean shirt? I can ask one of the guys to drop one off.”

You grabbed the hand sanitizer and started squirting it all over your front, hoping it would negate the smell of toddler puke.

“I have one in my desk, this is not the first kid to puke on me,” you teased and kissed your husband's cheek then your daughter's forehead.

“Papi we go home now,” Fiona mumbled against his neck again.

“Yeah, lets go,” he replied, looking back at you. “Alright, we’ll see you later, yeah?”

You nodded and waved. “I love you both. Feel better, mi amor.”

Nevada kissed your cheek and carried Fiona out of the office. “You wanna go home and take a bath?”

Fiona nodded, fingers clutching to Nevada’s shirt. “Papi watch movie too?” She looked up at him hopefully as he moved to buckle her into the car seat.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. His phone rang in his pocket and he pulled it out as he walked around to the driver’s seat. “Hey, you got good news for me?”

“Indeed I do. An old friend of mine is an art consultant and she thinks it would be favorable for Isabella to keep all her work in one gallery. Which of course I have as well,” Jasper said with a smirk. “There is a lovely gallery down in TriBeca that is interested in housing any work that is endorsed by myself.”

“Oh okay, good,” Nevada answered. “I’ll let her know. When can we show it to her?”

“I’ll arrange a meeting later this week for the two of them to speak and get things organized. Let your sister know the gallery will be taking 30% of her net profit on each sale and I shall take 3% as a finder’s fee for my networking. I’ll have contracts drawn up and sent over to her before the meeting.”

“Alright, sounds good,” Nevada answered. “Oye, thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Isabella is a talented artist. I’d hate to see lack of business knowledge limit her chances. I'll be in touch,” he said warmly.

“Okay,” Nevada said, hanging up the phone as he pulled up to your house. “Oye, angelita, abuela’s gonna be over in a few minutes to watch a movie with you, okay?”

Fiona made a disappointed face. “Stay with you, Papi,” she pleaded, already rearing up for a tantrum.

“Mi amor, I have to work,” he replied.

“Don’t wanna stay with buela,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering with tears.

“Fiona, I gotta work, I can’t stay with you,” he replied as he pulled her out of her seat and carried her into the building.

The toddler sobbed, gripping tight to Nevada as she cried and screamed, struggling against his arms. “No! No! No!”

He ignored the tantrum, holding her tighter and taking the elevator up to their floor. Once they were through the door, she had at least stopped screaming and was just silently whimpering.

“Vamos, you’ll feel better after a bath, okay?”

She pulled back, looking at him before throwing up all down his front, starting to cry again.

“Okay, okay,” he said softly, bringing her upstairs and into the bathroom where he turned on the water to let the tub fill. “Vamos, get everything off. Let me change my shirt.”

Taking off his shirt, he walked to the master bedroom to get another one. He tossed the soiled shirt into the hamper as he pulled the new one on. When he got back into the bathroom, Fiona was putting her clothes in the sink.

He gave her a bath and dressed her in a clean set of pajamas. “Alright, abuela’s gonna be here any minute. You wanna go pick a movie to watch with her?”

“Um, but can you, watch movie with me later, papi? Please?”

“Yeah, later when I get home, okay? But I gotta go to work,” he replied as he brushed out her hair.

She nodded and hugged him. “Okay,” she mumbled as she heard the door. “Buela’s here.”

“I know, go say hi,” he replied, following her downstairs when she ran to find her grandmother.

“Oye mi niña, que pasa, tu papi told me you’re sick,” Lucia cooed as she pulled Fiona into her arms and rocked her. Fiona hugged back, happy to cuddle into her grandmother as Lucia smiled up at Nevada. “I’ve got her from here.”

“Okay. Bye, mi amor,” he replied, kissing Fiona’s cheek before he kissed Lucia’s. “Bye, mami.”

“Have a good day at work, mijo,” she said and patted his cheek before taking Fiona upstairs to her room.

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Captain Williams parked outside of PS 29 and took a long sip from his coffee. His gut had been screaming from the beginning of the investigation into the Highbridge Park shooting that the attack had been personal and somehow he just knew that at the source of this case was a gang war between Nevada Ramirez and BX9. Leonard had been in the game long enough to smell a battle for the top dog position from a mile away. All he had to do now was prove it.

He’d already spoken to Ramirez’s nephew and had gotten intel on the brother-in-law, Rafael Barba. He’d hoped to find signs of a corrupt ADA on Ramirez’s bankroll, but alas it was a dead end. All that had surfaced was a complaint for sexual harassment, though that was also proven to be false.

The key was Reina Rodriguez; if he could find her, he could kill two birds with one stone. The Highbridge Park case would be closed and he would have another open against Ramirez.

The bell rang and Captain Williams stepped out of his car and stood on the sidewalk, sitting on his hood as he waited for you and your children to leave for the day. He didn’t have to wait long before the three of you came out from the main entrance.

You held hands with both your kids as you all walked down the sidewalk together.

“And we made macaroni necklaces,” Lily exclaimed.

“Macaroni? Oh man! Do I get one? I would love an Iliana Ramirez original,” you said grinning. “What did you do today, papi?” You looked down at your son.

“I maked a hand turkey mama!”

You gasped in excitement. “For my fridge?! I’m so lucky!”

“Mrs Ramirez, good to see you again,” Leonard said with a friendly smile, still leaning casually against the hood of his car.

“It’s the guy mama!” Lily said as she pointed to him.

“And hello again to you, too, Lily,” Captain Williams said, smile growing wider. “You look much better than the last time we saw each other.”

Your smile never faltered. “Visiting again? Captain Williams if I didn’t know better I’d think you had a crush on me.”

“Mommy married!” NJ scolded the man and you smirked, kissing both of your children’s heads.

“I’m happily married myself, Mrs Ramirez,” the captain replied with a snort. “I was hoping to speak with you about something that’s come up in an investigation. Only need a moment of your time.”

You nodded and looked down at your kids. “Mi amor, go take your brother on the playground for a second, I’m watching right here. Mami needs to talk with the nice captain for a moment.”

Lily nodded and took NJ’s hand as she led him back to where Brenden was with the kids in the after school program. When they were safe, you turned to back to the captain arms crossed.

“Bueno, what now?”

“No need to get defensive, Mrs Ramirez,” he said with a smirk as he took out a picture of Reina and showing it to you. “Have you ever seen this woman?”

“Yeah, I have. I think we both know she dated my son. She wasn’t a nice person when she dated him, I assume she still isn’t?”

“That’s probably a fair assessment considering we believe she was the one who orchestrated the shooting at Highbridge Park,” he replied. “Have you seen her recently?”

You gritted your teeth. “No, no I haven’t seen her lately. But if I did, I would be the first to turn her in. Reina was the worst part of my son’s adolescence.”

Nodding, the captain hummed thoughtfully as he put the photo back into his pocket. “Could you tell me about the last time you did see her?”

“It’s been a while, I honestly don’t remember the last time I saw her. She was always involved in seedy business, I don’t like associating with people like that,” you said as your eyes flicked to your kids then back to the captain with a warm smile.

He tried to suppress a smirk. “Is that so? You know, some people around here believe your husband is involved in some...how did you put it? Seedy business?”

“I assume you didn’t get as far as you did in life by listening to a little neighborhood gossip,” you said with a light giggle. “A handsome Dominican makes something out of himself in a rough neighborhood and so many people try to tear that down. I hope you’re not one of those people.”

“Actually, quite the contrary,” Williams answered. “I’ve found that while a lot of the neighborhood gossip is just that, gossip, some of it is actually credible. Like the fact that your husband’s done time for fraud and theft. And that’s not even including his juvie record.”

“I’m not saying we haven’t had our troubles. They make him out to be the big bad wolf. My husband learned his lesson in prison. He’s cleaned up his act, look who he married. I’m a teacher, I run a tutoring center for children, that he helped me create. In the past eight years the statistics have risen on children who have gotten a chance to leave the Heights. I don’t think that’s a coincidence. We aren’t bad people, Captain Williams.”

“Whether your husband is a criminal or not has nothing to do with the change in statistics,” he replied. “Now, you’re either willfully ignorant to his criminal behavior or you’re just as dirty as he is. Whichever it is, no matter how much smarter than I am you think you are, I’ll get to the truth eventually.”

“I don’t think I’m smarter Captain Williams. But I do have more at stake. Your intimidation tactics, talking to my kids, to me, don’t scare me. But do understand I will do anything for my children and my family. If you want to continue to pursue my husband go right ahead, but I would really hate to see you embarrass yourself when nothing comes up. We didn’t do anything wrong. And unless I’m under arrest for something, I’m done talking to you.”

“You know, I hope for your children’s sake, you’ve made arrangements for them to stay with family should you and your husband get yourselves arrested. It’d be a real shame for them to have to grow up in foster care and on top of that have to visit with their mother and father through a plexiglass window,” Williams replied, nodding to you. “Thank you for your time, Mrs Ramirez.”

“Always a pleasure to help,” you said with a smile. “Stay safe out there, Captain.” You turned and moved back to your kids, pulling both kids close this time as you walked off, heart pounding in your chest.

“He’s nice, mami,” Lily mused as you walked to the SUV. “I talked to him the other day.”

“I know baby, but what did I say about talking to strangers?” you said slightly frantic at her. “You don’t talk to people you don’t know. Entiendes?”

“You said except a policeman. He had a badge, mami, god,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “He let me hold it and everything!”

You took a deep breath. “You’re right, mi amor. I did say that.”

“Can we go to the police station?” she asked.

“No baby, we’re going home.” You moved the kids into the car, buckling them all before getting into the driver's seat.

Izzy was talking up the sidewalk when you pulled along the curb and she grinned, waving at you as you got out of the car.

“Hey! I have good timing!” she called out.

You grinned, excited to see your sister. “Hey!”

The second the car was off Lily was unbuckled and out of the car, running at Izzy. “Izzy!”

“Hey, little one! What are you guys doing, huh?” Izzy asked, mussing Lily and NJ’s hair. “Where’s the sociopathic baby?”

“Hey, that’s not cool, she’s just different. And she’s puking, poor thing,” you replied.

“Alright, I promise not to call her sociopath while she’s puking. You can be the one to do it,” she said as she moved to hug you. “You look tired, you good?”

“I’ve been better,” you said with a sigh, hugging back. “How are you?”

“Oh you know, psychos trying to get me to be their friends again, trying to sell paintings, nephews having a son he didn’t know about until now...so, just okay,” she answered.

“Excuse me?” Your brows shot up. “Who has a son?”

Izzy stared at you for a moment. “What?”

“Your nephew has a son. You only have nephews from me. Does...does Eddie have a child?”

“Ye-no-um...yes,” she replied. “This is why people should never tell me their secrets. I suck ass with secrets.”

“Eddie has a baby?” Lily asked. “Am I a tia too then, mami?”

You shook your head. “Nada, mi amor, she’s kidding. Go play upstairs, come on.”

You shot Izzy a serious look to shut her up as the two of you settled the kids in, greeting your mother.

“Hola mami,” you said softly. “Thank you for watching Fiona, can you do me a favor and watch the kids for a few more minutes?”

“Si, okay,” Lucia replied, smiling at Izzy. “Hola, Izzy!”

“Oh-la!” Izzy replied with a grin.

“We’re definitely gonna work on your Spanish, though you weren’t wrong,” you mused to your sister before dragging her outside. “Talk. Now.”

“Eddie has a son, he’s four, his name’s Mateo. But Eddie’s not on the birth certificate because Melanie didn’t even want him to know about the kid. So I guess, technically he doesn’t have a kid? I don’t know, laws are weird.”

You frowned. “He’s got a son and he didn’t tell us? Why?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I guess cause technically he doesn’t have one?”

“I need to talk to him, god this must have been so much pressure on him,” you said. “Poor Eddie.”

“Maybe you should just leave it alone,” Izzy suggested. “He’s pretty much made up his mind that he’s leaving for Miami.”

“I wanna know he’s okay,” you said softly. “I’ll support his choice no matter what, the Heights was never where Eddie should have ended up. I want him to get out as much as he does.” Especially now with Captain Williams here, you had a terrible feeling. “And what’s this about a psycho trying to get back in your life? Did that scumbag come see you?”

“Yeah, and I was handling it until Rafael came and went all Big Brother Macho Man on him. Asshole. I can take care of myself,” Izzy answered, crossing her arms.

You quirked a brow. “What did you do?”

“I told him if he didn’t leave me alone, my brother-in-law would rip him apart,” she replied. “And Rafi would’ve known that if he would’a shut the fuck up for five goddamn seconds.”

“Well then I’m proud of you, that took a lot of guts to tell Vincent to fuck off.”

“Thank you!” she screamed. “Maybe you should clue our brother into that!”

“Iz, I’m proud of you. I really am. But I don’t think Rafi meant any harm. He’s protective of you because he loves you so much. So he made a dick move. Haven’t you done a ton of things that he’s forgiven you for? That’s what siblings are,” you said softly, kissing her hair. “Or stay mad, but we both know you love him more than a stupid moment like that. Boys are stupid, remember?”

“Are you seriously defending him right now?” she asked. “You wanna be on my shit list, too? Cause I got room!”

You quirked a brow then sighed, hugging her. “I’m not taking sides. I love you and I think you did the right thing with Vincent. Oye, hermanita,” you said softly. “Parece que tengo tiempo para tu mierda?” You smiled softly at her. “I love you, if you say he fucked up, he fucked up.”

“I don’t know what the hell you said to me, but okay,” she replied.

“It means I love you, and I’m sorry he didn’t give you a chance to stand up for yourself,” you said softly.

“He didn't even let me explain, he thought I was forgiving Vinny,” Izzy replied.

“Well that was actually a dick move,” you said seriously. “Even I can see that you aren’t who you were when we first met, Iz.”

“Thanks,” she replied in a sigh. “Holy shit...I just realized you’re a grandmother!” She let out a loud laugh, holding her stomach.

You thought for a moment. You were a grandmother. Holy shit. “I am,” you said softly, smiling a bit.

“It’s official, you’re an old lady!” Izzy chuckled.

“I will kick you out,” you said with a quirked brow and a smirk.

“You’ll still be old,” she giggled.

“You remember this when you’re old missy, and Lily is telling you that you’re older than dirt,” you teased.

“Eh, I’ll be a cool old lady. I’m not worried,” she replied, waving you off. “So...are we just gonna hang out in the hallway or can we go inside?”

“I dunno, let’s find out,” you said before walking into the apartment as NJ hurried over to her. “Izzy, come play?”

“Yeah, sure kid. But I get to be the GI Joe this time,” Izzy replied.

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Roxie sat down in the living room writing notes and ideas on the new tv show down in her notebook that evening. She’d taken the day off to do paperwork at home and clean the house. Now with Rafael back at work it got a little lonely in their apartment, so the second he was home she was always eager.

“Hey!” she said when the door opened to her husband.

“Hi, how was your day?” he asked, tossing his keys onto the counter and coming to kiss her lips.

She kissed back, grinning against his mouth. “Better with you here,” she said softly. “How was your day?”

“Okay, I guess. We’re charging a woman with raping her male coworker, and then I found Izzy having lunch with Vincent,” he replied.

“I thought the two of you were having lunch?” she asked curiously.

“We were supposed to and I got there and she’s sitting with Vincent,” he replied, sighing heavily. “Honestly, I don’t know what she was thinking. She said she could handle it but they were stroking each other’s faces when I got there.”

Roxie made a disgusted face. “Ew. That seems a bit out of character for who Izzy has been lately. She was afraid when Vincent got out, right?”

“Yrs, which is why I don’t understand why she would even give him the time of day, let alone talk to him,” he replied.

“Well what did she say when you asked her?”

“She didn’t give me a chance to ask. She just said she was handling it, whatever that means,” he replied.

“That’s strange she wouldn’t explain,” Roxie said softly.

“What is there to explain? She was caressing his face like he was a long lost friend.”

“Well darling, I’m sure there would be an explanation to why she forgave him if she had, don’t you? I just don’t understand how she could...after all he’s done.”

“I don’t know,” he replied in a sigh, shaking his head as he sank onto the couch beside her.

“Mum called earlier. She’ll be here in two weeks,” she said, changing the subject.

“Okay, I can help you get the guest room all put together,” he replied, giving her a half smile. “You excited to see her?”

Roxie thought for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I actually am.”

“Good, I’m glad she’ll be here for the birth,” he replied.

“We should choose a name for this little one,” she mused. “Don’t you think?”

“He definitely needs a name,” Rafael replied, placing his hand over her belly. “Any favorites?”

She grinned. “I’m partial to Liam, since it’s a family name. My grandfather, the bravest man I’d ever met. Did I ever tell you he helped drag thirty-five men to safety in the Battle of Britain? He’s the only person in my family I ever felt close to.”

“You never told me that,” he said softly.

She nodded with a smile. “I baked him cookies once, they were these dreadful little things, burn on the bottom, I’d added sugar instead of salt and I remember being so disappointed that they didn’t turn out right. My mum politely declined to even try them, same with my dad but my grandfather knelt down and asked me if I’d made them all by myself. When I told him yes, he ate the entire cookie with a smile on his face. Stubborn man even ate a few more throughout the time he was there, acting like they were delicious. Of course I tried one later and nearly vomited, they were dreadful. But he made me feel like I was the best baker on the planet that afternoon...I was really lucky to have him as long as I did.”

Rafael smiled and kissed the side of her head.“When did he pass away?”

“When I was sixteen,” she whispered. “He would have loved to see my bakery, my husband. He was always the one to believe in me, even when I wasn’t so sure.”

“I think he would’ve been really proud of you,” Rafael said.

“I really hope so,” she said softly as she leaned herself against his chest. “Sometimes I still close my eyes and I can smell the scent of that lavender potpourri we used to make together. My grandmum started the tradition but she passed away before I ever got to meet her. He wanted to carry on her memory with her favorite thing, so he taught it to me. I used to love making it too, made baskets full of the stuff that would just sit around the house. The whole house would always smell like lavender fields.”

“Is that why you named your bakery Lavender?” he asked.

She smiled, nodding. “Yes, I learned to bake in that house. Even now, I never feel more motivated than when I can smell the scent of lavender.”

“That’s really sweet, honey,” he replied, smiling at her. “Thank you for telling me all that. Really, it’s been a while since you’ve opened up to me and I don’t think you’ve ever opened up like that.”

She shrugged. “I guess I get in my own head sometimes that things have to be a secret for them to stay special. But sharing with you...I never regret it. You always make me feel so heard.”

“Good,” he replied, kissing her temple. “I think we should name the baby Liam, after your grandfather. Liam Barba. Got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“I love it,” she whispered and threw her arms around his neck. “What if we kept Rafael, made it his middle name instead,” she offered between peppering kisses across his jawline. “Liam. Rafael. Barba.” She accentuated each part of the name with a loud smooch.

He snorted and nodded his head. “Sure, we can make his middle name Rafael if you want.”

She nodded eagerly, fingers moving to his hair as she pulled him in for a slow kiss. Kissing her back, he hummed against her pout before he pulled away.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, rubbing a hand over her rounded belly.

“Damn right I am,” she said with a smirk. “But definitely not for food.”

He furrowed his brows. “What for then?” She arched a brow and it seemed to click for him. “Oh,” he said with a smirk. “Okay then.”

Moving his arm around her shoulders, he kissed her again.

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sinsiriuslyemo · 7 years ago

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Good evening guys!! So sorry about the late post, today has been one of those days for me :) Here is the new episode of Cuba v DR! Thank you guys so much for reading and stay tuned to @missjennifercole‘s blog for another episode tomorrow!!

EPISODE 16

“Hey Posh Spice,” Amber said with a grin as she leaned in the doorway of Rafael's apartment complex. “I wanted to know if you wanted to get coffee or something? I'm going out of my mind at home and I can't go near Nevada and Dama while I'm pregnant. They're a danger hotspot.”

“Oh, sure, um, come in,” Roxie smiled. She still didn't have many friends in America. She was excited to have someone to spend time with. “Rafi went to take Mowgli for a walk, how are you?”

“Pregnant,” Amber laughed.

“Well you're glowing.”

“Thanks, I wish I felt that way, pregnancy has not been as glamorous as I was led to believe.” She giggled and sipped the water Roxie poured. “Do you want kids someday?” she asked curiously.

“Two actually, boy and a girl.”

Amber smiled, “You'd be a good mother Roxie.”

“Thank you, and you as well! How are the preparations coming along? Have you got everything?” Roxie asked, sitting across from Amber.

“Almost everything, I'm letting Omar do all the building, which is a test on our marriage for sure,” she giggled. “But I finally feel ready to have this baby.”

“Good, I’m excited for you,” Roxie replied with a warm smile. “Has Dama or your mother in law begun planning a baby shower or diaper party?” she inquired.

“No, no I don't need any of that,” Amber chuckled. “This is a bit of a different circumstance and I'm sure that they're all busy. Plus if we let Dama plan it, there will be male strippers.”

“Don’t be daft. Of course, you should have a diaper party. We can have it at the bakery, I insist. We’ll go to the baby store and register for anything you still need.”

Amber laughed and nodded, “Sure, why not?”

As the door opened, Mowgli came trotting in, excitedly snorting and nudging his nose against Amber’s feet.

“Hey there, Charlotte.”

“Charlotte was the spider,” Rafael smirked. “What are you ladies up to?” he asked.

“We were just going to go to the baby store to register for Amber’s diaper party,” Roxie replied, giving him a peck on the lips.

“That sounds like fun,” he mused. “How’ve you been feeling?” he asked Amber.

“Hollywood glamorous,” she snorted and smiled at him. “How's life in the LAPD?”

“We’re in New York, Amber. It’s the NYPD,” Rafael replied. “Why do you act so ditzy? It’s not cute.”

“Rafael!” Roxie exclaimed, furrowing her brows at him and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, I got a call from Benson on the way home. They caught a case, a girl at TSU was gang raped last night. Not the way I hoped to spend my Sunday afternoon,” he replied with a frown.

“That's tough,” Amber said softly. “But I'm sure that's not exactly how that girl thought she'd be spending her Saturday night, so maybe you're even.”

“She was brutally raped, Amber, I sincerely doubt we’re even,” he replied.

“You two mind your manners.” Roxie sighed. “I swear, I've never seen two people so weird about exes.”

Amber and Rafael both furrowed their brows at Roxie.

“What are you talking about?” Rafael mumbled.

“You fight like siblings, I can't even imagine what a relationship would have been like.”

“Disastrous,” Rafael mused.

“A fucking nightmare,” Amber chimed immediately after.

“To say the least,” Rafael added, moving to pick up his keys. “Alright, mi amor. I’m not sure how long I’ll be, but I wanna get there before these boys decide to lawyer up. I love you,” he said to Roxie, kissing her sweetly. “I can pick up dinner.”

“Love you too,” she smiled and blew him a kiss.

Amber gave him a wave, “Happy prosecuting.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, walking out the door.

“Well, I think that’s our cue. Let me just put some food down for Mowgli, and we can go have a look in the baby store,” Roxie said, smiling at Amber.

“I can’t believe you guys still have the pig,” Amber muses in a chuckle.

“He's family now,” she said seriously.

“I can see that.”

By the time the twins started making noise, you were eager to get up, grabbing them and moving them to the bedroom so they could say hello to Nevada.

They'd been talking about him all day.

“Dee,” Fiona smiled and crawled on the bed over to Nevada, hugging him. “Cuddles!”

NJ followed close behind, mimicking his sister.

“Hey guys,” Nevada mumbled, holding his twins close and playing with their hair. “You guys wanna go eat something?” he asked, offering them a smile.

“Eat?” Fiona smiled and nodded.

“Alright, go with mami. Get dressed,” he replied, moving towards the bathroom again. “I’m gonna shower.”

You took the toddlers with you, letting them follow you to their bedroom to get changed.

Nevada washed himself, lathering his hand with soap and reaching down to rub one out. Closing his eyes, he started to imagine the filthiest things he could think of, groaning softly and panting.

You moved to the bathroom after getting the kids dressed and letting them play so you could get ready. You grabbed your lipstick, hearing the moans and biting your lip, heading to the closet. You wanted to join in suddenly, clenching your legs together.

Nevada groaned again, tugging harder and holding himself up with his free hand against the wall in front of him. Finally, he grunted a final time and let his release flow through him. Rinsing himself off, he shut the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist. Walking into the bedroom, he started getting dressed.

You blushed as you watched him for a second before tugging on your dress and heels, smiling at him warmly as you looked him over.

“Hola guapo.”

“Hola, mami,” he replied, smirking back at you as he out on his shirt. “You look nice,” he added.

You smirked and walked over, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving him a kiss.

“All for you, mi vida,” you whispered as you pulled back and smiled, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” he replied, putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you out.

Rafael watched from Liv’s office while Fin and Rollins questioned one of the boys their victim had named.

“Another frat party gone bad,” he mumbled to himself. “So they’re all claiming it was consensual?” he asked, looking over at Liv.

Liv nodded, “Another party girl with the morning after regret.” She rolled her eyes and looked through the window. “Two of them lawyered up already.” She crossed her arms and turned to Rafael. “The alpha’s in room three, he's clearly running things, the other two look like dogs who peed on the carpet.”

“And the victim, Jodi, what’s her story?” he asked.

“Uh, she was invited by her roommate to attend a TAO Omega frat party, she had a couple of drinks. One of the boys, Jeff, lured her into one of the upstairs bedrooms. He kissed her, she was okay with that, but when she pulled away, the other two boys, Ryan and Dave, had come into the room. She tried to leave, they forced her onto the bed, and took turns raping her.”

“Rape kit?”

“Her injuries are consistent with her account, she has bruising on her thighs, her wrists, anal fissures, vaginal tearing, and they also found a pubic hair in her throat…”

“Okay. Anyone else hear or see anything?” he asked, looking back at her.

“No witnesses so far but we’re looking for one of the pledges who was supposed to be watching the house. He's not accounted for yet.” Olivia looked down at her phone as it buzzed. “Until now, perfect timing. I'm going down with Carisi to talk to him. In the meantime, can you get us a warrant to search the frathouse? Jodi said one of them put up a camera and recorded the entire thing.”

He nodded his head, picking up his briefcase and moving with her out of her office.

“Keep me updated. I’ll call you when I have the warrant,” he answered. “I’ll include their laptops and any flash drives in there as well, just in case they’ve tried to cover their tracks.”

He went to his office and drafted the warrant before he called in a favor from a judge to sign off on it. Dropping it off with Liv, he went back home to check on Mowgli’s food and water.

“Mowgli!” he called out softly, moving into the kitchen and refilling the piglet’s water bowl.

The pig was eager to greet Rafael, hopping around like a puppy as he rubbed against Rafael's leg. Putting some food down for the piglet, Rafael scratched behind the animal’s ear.

“Hey, mijo...mami still not home?” he asked softly. “I’m sorry I had to work today,” he mumbled.

“Rafi, are you home?” Roxie said from the other room, coming out of the bedroom in one of his button down shirts. “Hey you.”

“Hey you’re home,” he replied, standing upright and walking to her to kiss her mouth. “How was the baby store?”

“I bought something,” she confessed it like it was a dirty secret, blushing.

“For Amber?” he asked. “That was nice of you, mi amor.”

“Well I did buy things for her but...also for us. I know I'm way ahead of schedule here, we aren't even married yet but…” she helped up little socks in her hands, looking at him with eyes like she'd gotten her hand stuck in the cookie jar. “You can't say no to these, look at them.”

He smiled softly down at the socks, feeling the fabric between his fingers. Snorting softly, he kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug.

“Yeah, they’re cute,” he replied, pulling back to look down at her. “One day out with Amber, and you’ve already caught baby fever?” he teased.

“Look at them,” she whispered. “Itty bitty stockings,” she mumbled. “For itty bitty baby feet. These belong to a little person that we would make,” she smiled.

“Mhm,” he hummed. “Is that all you bought was the socks?” he asked with a smirk, arching a brow suspiciously.

“Well...you can't buy socks without an outfit…and some binkies, a feeding pillow...mittens, some hats...just a few.”

His brows shot up on his head as he nodded, trying to suppress a chuckle.

“Wow,” he mused, pausing for a moment before adding, “Can I see the outfit?”

She nodded and moved to the bag, pulling out a onesie that was decorated like a business suit. It looked incredibly similar to one of the suits Rafael had. His eyes softened, heart melting as he smiled at the little onesie.

“It’s a little suit,” he said softly.

She nodded with a smile, “You should see the bow ties and suspenders I bought,” she whispered with a giggle. Her fingers moved to hold the fabric again. She couldn't help but beam. “Rafi, I want to have a baby with you,” she whispered. “It doesn't have to be right now, but, I’d like one sometime soon...in a year or so.”

He nodded softly, running his fingers through her hair.

“I wanna have a baby with you, too,” he replied. “We can still practice making one right now,” he mumbled against her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

She giggled and moaned, “Mmm, that idea sounds very nice, but I have to talk to some suppliers,” she whispered. “Technically I'm on the clock.”

He groaned in protest but still nodded his head, kissing her cheek and taking the onesie from her.

“That’s okay, I’m waiting on a call from Liv anyway,” he said softly. “Where were you planning to keep this...outfit for our non-existent baby?”

“I don't know,” she said thoughtfully, then smiled excitedly. “Did I tell you I met someone who is a potential partner? I'm thinking of bringing him on as a third party investor. Jacob runs the London edition very well, I've decided that he can continue to run it, but he will only run the London location. He's no longer in charge of press or finances or bookkeeping.”

“That’s great, honey,” he replied, smiling at her. “You know as far as press and management of finances, there are professionals out there that can handle that for you. That way, you’d just have to find someone to partner with and take care of the book keeping,” he suggested.

“Well if I take on another investing partner, I can expand, I'd like to put another location possibly on the little fairy island? With the statue?” She mimicked the Statue of Liberty pose.

“Liberty Island? There are only seven businesses there, they’ve pretty much cornered that market. It’s risky. Maybe you should tall with a financial advisor about it,” he replied.

“No the one next to it, where you can see the statue, that you take the fairy to? What do you call it? Stratus island? Stanford island?”

“Staten Island?”

“Yes! That one! I've been looking at locations there, or analytics have shown that there's a large bakery market towards New York Library.”

“That’s great, cariño,” he replied as his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered “Liv, what did you find?”

“Well, we found the footage...and a few more videos, you might wanna take a look.”

He sighed heavily, nodding his head as though she could see him.

“Alright, I’ll be right there,” he replied, hanging up. “I have to go. They found a video of the rape, but whenever there’s more to find, it is hardly ever good.”

She nodded and pulled him into a big hug, kissing him. “Be safe, I love you so much,” she whispered with a smile before waving goodbye as he headed out.

“Hi!” NJ said to the fourth or fifth person that walked by their table.

He had talked to everyone who came within ten feet of them. Fiona had stayed focused on the food, eating each bite thoughtfully and without mess. Anytime she got anything on her hands, she'd stick them out to you to wash. It made you giggle.

“Hi!” NJ tried again, looking at an elderly couple who seemed less than excited about the toddler as they ignored him.

He didn't seem deterred.

“Hi!” He smiled up at the waitress who brought yours and Nevada's meals.

“Hi cutie,” she cooed and stroked his hair, making him smile.

Fiona looked up at her briefly before going back to eating her food.

“You guys need anything? Sir? Another scotch?” the waitress asked.

“Yeah, thanks, mami,” Nevada answered, downing the rest of his drink and handing her the empty glass.

NJ watched Nevada, sipping out of his sippy cup the way Nevada drank from the glass.

That's when you frowned, they watched his every move. You just hoped he wouldn't drink too much.

Nevada looked over at his son and winked, passing a hand over his hair before he pointed to the toddler’s food.

“Eat your dinner, mijo,” he said, picking up his own fork and consuming more of his baked potato.

To everyone who didn’t know him the way you did, he appeared normal, but you knew better. You could see how he was retreating back into his protective shell, though he put up a convincing enough front.

“You gonna eat, Dama?” he asked you softly, gesturing to your plate as the waitress brought him another scotch.

“I'm gonna take mine home,” you said softly with a smile. “Why, did you want anything on my plate?”

You hated that he was disappearing right before your eyes. It scared you, absolutely terrified you. But he was hurting, you just had to give it time. You prayed that's all it was.

“No, I was just asking,” he answered, eating more of his own food before he took a gulp from the fresh glass of scotch. “I’m gonna take the rest of mine to go too.”

“All done!” Fiona announced, holding her plate up and handing it to you.

“Oh my goodness! My big girl ate all her food!” You covered her in kisses as she giggled and squirmed. For a baby that never smiled, all she did as smile as a toddler.

“All done!” NJ said too, his plate still full but he was determined to imitate his sister.

“You still got food on there, mijo,” Nevada mused, arching a brow at his son. “You wanna take it home?”

“Yes, home,” he nodded thoughtfully. “Mama I get down?” He wiggled in his high chair.

You grabbed him and let him sit in your lap, where he hid his face in your cleavage. You chuckle and stroke his hair gently.

You look at Nevada and bite your lip, trying to read his mind. But for the first time in a while, you can't. You have no idea what he's thinking.

“Bueno, let’s grab the check and get outta here then,” he mused, calling the waitress over to ask for boxes and the check.

After he paid, he finished off his scotch before the four of you piled into the SUV. You took the keys from Nevada and moved into the driver's seat, looking back at both kids who had already fallen asleep.

“You’re pretty quiet, you okay?” he asked.

“I've been better, you?”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, deflecting your question.

“I'm worried about you,” you answered. “You shut me out like this and I lose you for who knows how long,” you sighed as you pulled up to park and unload the kids.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine,” he answered, getting NJ out of the backseat and carrying him into the building and holding the elevator door open for you and Fiona. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

You didn't say another word, just took the kids to their room and tucked them in before crawling into bed, completely dressed, wanting the clothing to wrap around you the way his warm touch normally did.

“Oye, I think I’m gonna go blow off some steam with OJ,” he said, poking his head into the bedroom and furrowing his brows when he realized you were still dressed. “You’re gonna sleep in your clothes?”

“Yeah, have fun,” you waved a bit.

He looked at you for a moment, tilting his head to try to meet your eyes.

You hugged your arms tighter around yourself, taking a deep breath. “I know sometimes you gotta blow off steam with the boys but if it's something I can help with...I'd love to,” you said gently.

“I know,” he answered. “I’m fine, mami,” he said again with a smirk.

His words broke your heart. He didn't lie to you often. But you nod, giving him the best smile you can muster and laying back down.

“Say hi to OJ for me.”

“Okay,” he replied. “Wanna wait up for me? I can give you a nice deep dicking before bed,” he added with another smirk.

“Sure,” you said as you turned on the tv. You'd rather be close to him in some way than not at all.

“Don’t look so happy about it,” he mumbled sarcastically, walking down the stairs and towards the door.

The second you heard the door close you twisted your fingers in your hair, giving it a firm tug. Great. This was all fucking great.

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