A Woman Undone: Part 55/?
Hi there! So it feels like forever since I've posted anything even though it's only been a couple days. I know that's so unlike me, and I apologize for the delay, but it's been kind of hectic lately. I have, however, managed to write Part 55, so here it is for you all. As always, thank you so much for commenting and keeping this story alive. By the way, in case you haven't heard, AWU got engaged. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you can either ask Trini or you have my permission to think I'm totally crazy...lol. My best to you all!
Part 55
Olivia and Alex hurried around the apartment quickly getting dressed and trying to leave in a timely manner. It was difficult though, as they guessed it would be, to stay away from each other. Every time one of them took off a piece of clothing to put another piece on, their mouths somehow found their way back to each other, and pretty soon clothing items were being taken off but none were being put back on. Their arms were fully wrapped around each other save for the moments when Olivia would reach between them and try to slip her hand down Alex’s pants. Even though she desperately wanted Olivia inside of her, Alex knew that if they started something they’d never be able to stop, and today was not a day where either of them could afford to be late. So gathering as much willpower as she could muster within herself, Alex repeatedly brushed Olivia’s hand away, and each time she did, she was met with moans and wet kisses against her skin that made it all the more difficult to deny both of them the satisfaction of having each other one last time before leaving for work.
“I’ll tell you what,” Alex whispered into Olivia’s ear as the detective’s lips roamed across her neck. “You let me finish getting dressed right now, and I’ll let you undress me later for lunch.”
“In your office?” Olivia asked wide-eyed, suddenly looking up at her and remembering the promise Alex had made earlier to get her to make some breakfast.
Alex laughed and leaned into her ear again. “If you want,” she purred seductively and with a twinkle in her eye.
Olivia leaned her head back revealing the mischievous grin that had spread across her lips. “Be careful, counselor. Don’t make promises that you’re not going to be able to keep.”
“Never have, never will,” Alex retorted as she extricated herself from Olivia’s grasp.
The detective reluctantly let her go and finished getting dressed as Alex buttoned her pants for the hundredth time this morning and slipped on a blouse and a matching tailored jacket and stood to look at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall. She straightened out the wrinkles in her pantsuit and ran her fingers through her hair, which she’d already brushed but had gotten somewhat tangled since then.
“So this is Alexandra Cabot getting ready for work, huh?” Olivia asked as she sat on the bed and slipped on her black boots.
Alex turned around and smiled coyly at her. She walked over to the dresser and picked up Olivia’s belt. Holding the leather delicately between her fingers, she slowly advanced towards the detective until she was standing right in front of her. “And this is Detective Olivia Benson getting ready for work,” she repeated as she dangled the belt to the side and lifted her chin up sharply, instructing the detective to stand.
Olivia bit her bottom lip and slowly stood up, never breaking eye contact with the rather flirtatious ADA. Alex inserted the belt end into the first loop and snaked the leather around her waist, being extra careful not to miss any of the following loops. Her arms encircled Olivia’s body as the detective closed her eyes and breathed in Alex’s scent.
“You smell incredible,” Olivia couldn’t help but say as she felt herself start to sway at the intoxication.
Alex moaned quietly as she came back around to Olivia’s front, pulling the belt through the last loop. “I have fond memories of this belt buckle,” she said with a grin.
Olivia laughed, her cheeks turning slightly red as she remembered the way Alex had massaged her clit against the metal of the buckle in her office last night. “Like I said, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Olivia replied with a lustful look in her eyes that let Alex know she wanted to experience her in her office again.
Alex slipped the end of the belt through the much talked about buckle before sliding both hands along the leather so that they met in the middle of Olivia’s back. “So should I be expecting you, say, at the stroke of noon?” she asked innocently.
The detective laughed and stared at Alex’s sensually red lips, licking her own as she did. “Absolutely,” she promised as her eyes caught a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand. “In the meantime, do you want to share a cab?”
Alex answered in the affirmative, and after what seemed like hours of getting ready, they both left for the precinct. Alex usually went to her office first thing in the morning, but she didn’t want to leave Olivia so soon, so she made some excuse about having to stop by the station first - an excuse which Olivia didn’t buy for a second but was flattering nonetheless.
The cab ride to the precinct was excruciating because both of them just wanted to devour each other but knew that they couldn’t. Alex looked and smelled delicious, and every once in a while Olivia couldn’t help but reach over and run her fingers across her thigh. Neither of them said anything as they both thought back to the night they’d first met and that cab ride to Olivia’s apartment and everything that ensued - everything leading up to this cab ride. They both looked at each other and smiled.
“I love you,” Olivia mouthed with no sound accompanying it.
“I love you too,” Alex mouthed back.
The cab pulled up in front of the station and both women got out after Alex thanked the driver and paid him the fare. They walked up the steps completely in sync with each other, both taking deep breaths as they prepared for the day ahead of them.
“Stroke of noon?” Olivia asked quietly right before they entered the precinct.
“Stroke of noon,” Alex answered back as they walked through the doors.
They smiled at each other once again and turned to face the noise of the bustling going on in front of them. Alex’s smile immediately faded when she saw a figure leaning against Olivia’s desk talking to Cragen.
“Richard, what are you doing here?” Alex asked as she stormed over to where he was standing.
Olivia walked over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup, but her eyes never left the blonde nor the man leaning against her desk.
“Well, good morning, sweetheart,” Richard greeted her, though he didn’t lean in to give her a kiss like he normally would.
“Why are you here, right before our arraignment?” she asked again as she glanced quickly over at Olivia who was coming towards them. The detective set her coffee down on her desk and looked up at Richard.
“Excuse me,” she said politely as she reached around him to grab a folder on her desk.
Richard didn’t say anything to her, nor did he move off of her desk. He just nodded his head and focused his attention back on Alex who was staring at him, still waiting for an answer.
“You weren’t at your office, you weren’t answering your phone, so I thought I’d check for you here,” he said snidely.
“Well, you found me, so what’s up?” she asked becoming increasingly annoyed with his presence. As Alex waited for Richard’s answer, she looked down at his hand resting on Olivia’s desk and noticed the small white bandage sticking out. “What happened to your hand?”
Richard looked at his palm as he stood up from Olivia’s desk and stuttered through his answer, “I…cut it on some glass last night.”
“How?” Alex questioned him though with no sympathy in her voice.
“I, uh, broke a glass in the sink and was throwing away the pieces, and it just…slipped,” he lied.
Alex nodded her head and gave him a look that clearly showed that she didn’t believe him, but wanting to be done with him as quickly as possible, she overlooked it and focused back on the business at hand.
“So, you here to cop a plea, Richard?” she asked with an arrogance and confidence in her tone that sent a rush straight through Olivia to the very center of her. The detective smiled from her chair at her desk and looked up at Richard to see his response.
“Motion to suppress evidence,” he answered, holding up a piece of paper in his bandaged hand.
“Based on what?” Olivia suddenly jumped in as if the motion was an insult to the way she and Elliot had handled the case.
Richard extended the piece of paper towards her, but Alex stepped in and took it from him.
“Motion to suppress evidence based on illegal search,” Alex read out loud. “Illegal search?” she shouted before shooting a glance over at Olivia’s whose mouth was wide open in shock and disbelief. “What illegal search?”
“Your warrant only specified the inside of my client’s house. Not his limo, not his driveway. Everything you found as evidence is inadmissible in court,” Richard answered smugly.
“The limo was on his property,” Alex argued.
“But it wasn’t in his house. It wasn’t in his garage or anything. It was parked outside on the street, which technically isn’t even considered to be on his property.”
“No judge is going to buy that, Richard, and you know that.”
“Really? Try it, and we’ll see,” he challenged her before moving away from Olivia’s desk and stepping closer to her. “And that garbage you found,” he said with an almost evil grin on his face, “Here’s the tricky thing, Alex. Not only was it not found inside the specified premises of the warrant, it wasn’t even in the garbage can. It was sitting at least five feet away from it, on his driveway, still on private property, and most definitely was not legal for search let alone seizure.”
Alex stared back at him with all the malice in the world. Her back was to Olivia so she couldn’t see the detective’s reaction to all of this. Cragen, who had been watching the entire exchange, looked distressed, and luckily Elliot wasn’t there to add to the fury.
“Your detectives screwed up, Alex,” Richard said snidely. “You gonna be able to fix their mess, which has now become your own?”
“I’ll see you at the arraignment, and we’ll deal with this then,” she answered curtly, ignoring his rudeness and dismissing him from their presence.
“Well actually, Petrovsky is expecting us in her chambers after the arraignment. I knew you’d want to fight this one to the death, so I made the arrangements for you,” he said with a vicious smile.
“Fine, then I’ll see you then,” Alex responded, sealing herself off from his threats and his overbearing arrogance.
Richard flashed them all one last cocky smile and exited the station. Olivia stood up from her desk a little timid and stood in front of Alex who was standing there with her arms crossed and a look of pure disgust on her face. Her eyes suddenly darted upwards so that they pierced into the detective.
“What the hell happened, Olivia?” Alex fumed. “You said that you found those shoes in the garbage can, not in a bag five feet away.”
“It was garbage, Alex,” Olivia said assuredly as if there could be no doubts in anyone’s mind that it was trash.
“Well unfortunately, a judge isn’t going to see it that way,” the ADA chided back.
“So a piece of incriminating evidence is out because of five feet?” Olivia asked in disbelief at the mess Richard had created for them.
“No, it’s out because you fu…”
“Alex,” Cragen interrupted her, trying to calm things down, “Arguing over this isn’t helping anything, and I’d hate to send you into court with nothing, so let’s focus on what we have got.”
Alex took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She really hadn’t intended for things to get so out of hand so quickly, and she especially hadn’t intended to lash out at Olivia like she had.
“Sorry, you’re right,” she admitted quietly as she rubbed her brow in distress but still open to any ideas that the Captain or Olivia would offer.
“What about the limo driver - Nathan Kerr?” Cragen asked. “You still think he’s telling the truth?”
“When we talked to him, he said he didn’t know anything,” Olivia responded, wishing that Elliot would show up to help them out. “He gave us the timetable of that night, which he said was nothing out of the ordinary - just like any other night. He said he didn’t notice anything different about Tennyson’s ‘routine’ as he called it.”
“His routine?” Alex asked as she wrinkled her forehead in confusion.
“Yeah, apparently Tennyson has a reputation for escorting the ladies home,” Olivia explained.
“Does he have a reputation for killing them?” Alex shot back but at no one in particular.
From behind them, Elliot walked into the precinct, slightly worried why everyone was congregated together with distressed expressions on their faces.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked as he hurried over to them.
“Problems with the Tennyson case,” Cragen answered.
“What problems?”
“Suppressed evidence,” Olivia replied with a grim look accompanied by a loud sigh.
“What?” he said with just as much shock registered on his face as everyone else had shown earlier as he looked over at Alex for an explanation.
“Long story short, we’re assuming the blood in the car and the shoes are out,” she answered. “Olivia will explain it to you later. Right now, I need whatever else you guys have, and I need it before this afternoon otherwise Richard’s going to file a motion asking that the case be dismissed.”
“Would a judge grant that?” Olivia asked as Alex brushed past her to head towards the courthouse.
She turned around at Olivia’s question and looked her directly in the eyes. “Based on what we don’t have, I’d say yeah, it could definitely happen,” she stated firmly.
The two detectives looked at each other and then back at Alex who was already half way to the exit. They couldn’t believe that all of their hard work was unraveling so quickly. Elliot rubbed the back of his neck while Olivia just stared after the ADA.
“What else do we have?” Cragen asked, being the first person to regroup after the sudden shock.
“Captain, there was nothing illegal about our search,” Elliot said, defending both himself and his partner.
“It doesn’t matter,” Cragen replied, putting up his hand to stop him from making any further arguments about it. “What matters is that it’s a possibility that the evidence will be suppressed, and we need to find something else to nail this guy.”
“Wait a second,” Olivia said as she began to pace back and forth in front of her desk, “Tennyson’s driver said that he drove Tennyson and both Dominique and Sadie back to their apartments. Kerr said he dropped off Dominique first - Tennyson went up with her, was gone for two minutes, and came back down - and then he dropped off Sadie. Kerr said that Tennyson spent a lot more time in Sadie’s apartment than he had in Dominique’s, but he just assumed it was because Sadie had been waiting in the car while Tennyson was escorting the other woman upstairs. Now it was Sadie’s blood that we found in the limo, but that’s out now, so…”
“So,” Elliot cut in, seeing exactly where his partner was going with this, “Tennyson had to have gone back to Dominique’s apartment later, either that same night or the next day.”
“Well, if it was the same night,” Olivia said as she continued the trail of thinking, “It wasn’t in his limo because Kerr said that after Tennyson came down from Sadie’s apartment, he dropped him off at home.”
“So he went back alone that night or the next day,” Elliot added.
“Either way, he had to have gone back on his own, in his own car,” Olivia said.
“Which means that if he was as sloppy with Dominique as he was with Sadie…”
“We might find her blood in the car he drove that night,” Olivia finished with satisfaction in her voice.
Cragen snapped his fingers and pointed to the doors. “I’ll call Alex. I’ll have an officer meet you at Tennyson’s garage with the warrant.”
Part 55
Olivia and Alex hurried around the apartment quickly getting dressed and trying to leave in a timely manner. It was difficult though, as they guessed it would be, to stay away from each other. Every time one of them took off a piece of clothing to put another piece on, their mouths somehow found their way back to each other, and pretty soon clothing items were being taken off but none were being put back on. Their arms were fully wrapped around each other save for the moments when Olivia would reach between them and try to slip her hand down Alex’s pants. Even though she desperately wanted Olivia inside of her, Alex knew that if they started something they’d never be able to stop, and today was not a day where either of them could afford to be late. So gathering as much willpower as she could muster within herself, Alex repeatedly brushed Olivia’s hand away, and each time she did, she was met with moans and wet kisses against her skin that made it all the more difficult to deny both of them the satisfaction of having each other one last time before leaving for work.
“I’ll tell you what,” Alex whispered into Olivia’s ear as the detective’s lips roamed across her neck. “You let me finish getting dressed right now, and I’ll let you undress me later for lunch.”
“In your office?” Olivia asked wide-eyed, suddenly looking up at her and remembering the promise Alex had made earlier to get her to make some breakfast.
Alex laughed and leaned into her ear again. “If you want,” she purred seductively and with a twinkle in her eye.
Olivia leaned her head back revealing the mischievous grin that had spread across her lips. “Be careful, counselor. Don’t make promises that you’re not going to be able to keep.”
“Never have, never will,” Alex retorted as she extricated herself from Olivia’s grasp.
The detective reluctantly let her go and finished getting dressed as Alex buttoned her pants for the hundredth time this morning and slipped on a blouse and a matching tailored jacket and stood to look at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall. She straightened out the wrinkles in her pantsuit and ran her fingers through her hair, which she’d already brushed but had gotten somewhat tangled since then.
“So this is Alexandra Cabot getting ready for work, huh?” Olivia asked as she sat on the bed and slipped on her black boots.
Alex turned around and smiled coyly at her. She walked over to the dresser and picked up Olivia’s belt. Holding the leather delicately between her fingers, she slowly advanced towards the detective until she was standing right in front of her. “And this is Detective Olivia Benson getting ready for work,” she repeated as she dangled the belt to the side and lifted her chin up sharply, instructing the detective to stand.
Olivia bit her bottom lip and slowly stood up, never breaking eye contact with the rather flirtatious ADA. Alex inserted the belt end into the first loop and snaked the leather around her waist, being extra careful not to miss any of the following loops. Her arms encircled Olivia’s body as the detective closed her eyes and breathed in Alex’s scent.
“You smell incredible,” Olivia couldn’t help but say as she felt herself start to sway at the intoxication.
Alex moaned quietly as she came back around to Olivia’s front, pulling the belt through the last loop. “I have fond memories of this belt buckle,” she said with a grin.
Olivia laughed, her cheeks turning slightly red as she remembered the way Alex had massaged her clit against the metal of the buckle in her office last night. “Like I said, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Olivia replied with a lustful look in her eyes that let Alex know she wanted to experience her in her office again.
Alex slipped the end of the belt through the much talked about buckle before sliding both hands along the leather so that they met in the middle of Olivia’s back. “So should I be expecting you, say, at the stroke of noon?” she asked innocently.
The detective laughed and stared at Alex’s sensually red lips, licking her own as she did. “Absolutely,” she promised as her eyes caught a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand. “In the meantime, do you want to share a cab?”
Alex answered in the affirmative, and after what seemed like hours of getting ready, they both left for the precinct. Alex usually went to her office first thing in the morning, but she didn’t want to leave Olivia so soon, so she made some excuse about having to stop by the station first - an excuse which Olivia didn’t buy for a second but was flattering nonetheless.
The cab ride to the precinct was excruciating because both of them just wanted to devour each other but knew that they couldn’t. Alex looked and smelled delicious, and every once in a while Olivia couldn’t help but reach over and run her fingers across her thigh. Neither of them said anything as they both thought back to the night they’d first met and that cab ride to Olivia’s apartment and everything that ensued - everything leading up to this cab ride. They both looked at each other and smiled.
“I love you,” Olivia mouthed with no sound accompanying it.
“I love you too,” Alex mouthed back.
The cab pulled up in front of the station and both women got out after Alex thanked the driver and paid him the fare. They walked up the steps completely in sync with each other, both taking deep breaths as they prepared for the day ahead of them.
“Stroke of noon?” Olivia asked quietly right before they entered the precinct.
“Stroke of noon,” Alex answered back as they walked through the doors.
They smiled at each other once again and turned to face the noise of the bustling going on in front of them. Alex’s smile immediately faded when she saw a figure leaning against Olivia’s desk talking to Cragen.
“Richard, what are you doing here?” Alex asked as she stormed over to where he was standing.
Olivia walked over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup, but her eyes never left the blonde nor the man leaning against her desk.
“Well, good morning, sweetheart,” Richard greeted her, though he didn’t lean in to give her a kiss like he normally would.
“Why are you here, right before our arraignment?” she asked again as she glanced quickly over at Olivia who was coming towards them. The detective set her coffee down on her desk and looked up at Richard.
“Excuse me,” she said politely as she reached around him to grab a folder on her desk.
Richard didn’t say anything to her, nor did he move off of her desk. He just nodded his head and focused his attention back on Alex who was staring at him, still waiting for an answer.
“You weren’t at your office, you weren’t answering your phone, so I thought I’d check for you here,” he said snidely.
“Well, you found me, so what’s up?” she asked becoming increasingly annoyed with his presence. As Alex waited for Richard’s answer, she looked down at his hand resting on Olivia’s desk and noticed the small white bandage sticking out. “What happened to your hand?”
Richard looked at his palm as he stood up from Olivia’s desk and stuttered through his answer, “I…cut it on some glass last night.”
“How?” Alex questioned him though with no sympathy in her voice.
“I, uh, broke a glass in the sink and was throwing away the pieces, and it just…slipped,” he lied.
Alex nodded her head and gave him a look that clearly showed that she didn’t believe him, but wanting to be done with him as quickly as possible, she overlooked it and focused back on the business at hand.
“So, you here to cop a plea, Richard?” she asked with an arrogance and confidence in her tone that sent a rush straight through Olivia to the very center of her. The detective smiled from her chair at her desk and looked up at Richard to see his response.
“Motion to suppress evidence,” he answered, holding up a piece of paper in his bandaged hand.
“Based on what?” Olivia suddenly jumped in as if the motion was an insult to the way she and Elliot had handled the case.
Richard extended the piece of paper towards her, but Alex stepped in and took it from him.
“Motion to suppress evidence based on illegal search,” Alex read out loud. “Illegal search?” she shouted before shooting a glance over at Olivia’s whose mouth was wide open in shock and disbelief. “What illegal search?”
“Your warrant only specified the inside of my client’s house. Not his limo, not his driveway. Everything you found as evidence is inadmissible in court,” Richard answered smugly.
“The limo was on his property,” Alex argued.
“But it wasn’t in his house. It wasn’t in his garage or anything. It was parked outside on the street, which technically isn’t even considered to be on his property.”
“No judge is going to buy that, Richard, and you know that.”
“Really? Try it, and we’ll see,” he challenged her before moving away from Olivia’s desk and stepping closer to her. “And that garbage you found,” he said with an almost evil grin on his face, “Here’s the tricky thing, Alex. Not only was it not found inside the specified premises of the warrant, it wasn’t even in the garbage can. It was sitting at least five feet away from it, on his driveway, still on private property, and most definitely was not legal for search let alone seizure.”
Alex stared back at him with all the malice in the world. Her back was to Olivia so she couldn’t see the detective’s reaction to all of this. Cragen, who had been watching the entire exchange, looked distressed, and luckily Elliot wasn’t there to add to the fury.
“Your detectives screwed up, Alex,” Richard said snidely. “You gonna be able to fix their mess, which has now become your own?”
“I’ll see you at the arraignment, and we’ll deal with this then,” she answered curtly, ignoring his rudeness and dismissing him from their presence.
“Well actually, Petrovsky is expecting us in her chambers after the arraignment. I knew you’d want to fight this one to the death, so I made the arrangements for you,” he said with a vicious smile.
“Fine, then I’ll see you then,” Alex responded, sealing herself off from his threats and his overbearing arrogance.
Richard flashed them all one last cocky smile and exited the station. Olivia stood up from her desk a little timid and stood in front of Alex who was standing there with her arms crossed and a look of pure disgust on her face. Her eyes suddenly darted upwards so that they pierced into the detective.
“What the hell happened, Olivia?” Alex fumed. “You said that you found those shoes in the garbage can, not in a bag five feet away.”
“It was garbage, Alex,” Olivia said assuredly as if there could be no doubts in anyone’s mind that it was trash.
“Well unfortunately, a judge isn’t going to see it that way,” the ADA chided back.
“So a piece of incriminating evidence is out because of five feet?” Olivia asked in disbelief at the mess Richard had created for them.
“No, it’s out because you fu…”
“Alex,” Cragen interrupted her, trying to calm things down, “Arguing over this isn’t helping anything, and I’d hate to send you into court with nothing, so let’s focus on what we have got.”
Alex took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She really hadn’t intended for things to get so out of hand so quickly, and she especially hadn’t intended to lash out at Olivia like she had.
“Sorry, you’re right,” she admitted quietly as she rubbed her brow in distress but still open to any ideas that the Captain or Olivia would offer.
“What about the limo driver - Nathan Kerr?” Cragen asked. “You still think he’s telling the truth?”
“When we talked to him, he said he didn’t know anything,” Olivia responded, wishing that Elliot would show up to help them out. “He gave us the timetable of that night, which he said was nothing out of the ordinary - just like any other night. He said he didn’t notice anything different about Tennyson’s ‘routine’ as he called it.”
“His routine?” Alex asked as she wrinkled her forehead in confusion.
“Yeah, apparently Tennyson has a reputation for escorting the ladies home,” Olivia explained.
“Does he have a reputation for killing them?” Alex shot back but at no one in particular.
From behind them, Elliot walked into the precinct, slightly worried why everyone was congregated together with distressed expressions on their faces.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked as he hurried over to them.
“Problems with the Tennyson case,” Cragen answered.
“What problems?”
“Suppressed evidence,” Olivia replied with a grim look accompanied by a loud sigh.
“What?” he said with just as much shock registered on his face as everyone else had shown earlier as he looked over at Alex for an explanation.
“Long story short, we’re assuming the blood in the car and the shoes are out,” she answered. “Olivia will explain it to you later. Right now, I need whatever else you guys have, and I need it before this afternoon otherwise Richard’s going to file a motion asking that the case be dismissed.”
“Would a judge grant that?” Olivia asked as Alex brushed past her to head towards the courthouse.
She turned around at Olivia’s question and looked her directly in the eyes. “Based on what we don’t have, I’d say yeah, it could definitely happen,” she stated firmly.
The two detectives looked at each other and then back at Alex who was already half way to the exit. They couldn’t believe that all of their hard work was unraveling so quickly. Elliot rubbed the back of his neck while Olivia just stared after the ADA.
“What else do we have?” Cragen asked, being the first person to regroup after the sudden shock.
“Captain, there was nothing illegal about our search,” Elliot said, defending both himself and his partner.
“It doesn’t matter,” Cragen replied, putting up his hand to stop him from making any further arguments about it. “What matters is that it’s a possibility that the evidence will be suppressed, and we need to find something else to nail this guy.”
“Wait a second,” Olivia said as she began to pace back and forth in front of her desk, “Tennyson’s driver said that he drove Tennyson and both Dominique and Sadie back to their apartments. Kerr said he dropped off Dominique first - Tennyson went up with her, was gone for two minutes, and came back down - and then he dropped off Sadie. Kerr said that Tennyson spent a lot more time in Sadie’s apartment than he had in Dominique’s, but he just assumed it was because Sadie had been waiting in the car while Tennyson was escorting the other woman upstairs. Now it was Sadie’s blood that we found in the limo, but that’s out now, so…”
“So,” Elliot cut in, seeing exactly where his partner was going with this, “Tennyson had to have gone back to Dominique’s apartment later, either that same night or the next day.”
“Well, if it was the same night,” Olivia said as she continued the trail of thinking, “It wasn’t in his limo because Kerr said that after Tennyson came down from Sadie’s apartment, he dropped him off at home.”
“So he went back alone that night or the next day,” Elliot added.
“Either way, he had to have gone back on his own, in his own car,” Olivia said.
“Which means that if he was as sloppy with Dominique as he was with Sadie…”
“We might find her blood in the car he drove that night,” Olivia finished with satisfaction in her voice.
Cragen snapped his fingers and pointed to the doors. “I’ll call Alex. I’ll have an officer meet you at Tennyson’s garage with the warrant.”