Involved Part 9
Involved Part 9
by
Cate53
“Stop it,” Alex hissed across the table.
Olivia looked puzzled.
“You’re looking shifty,” Alex explained. “Anyone watching would know in a second that you’re nervous about something. Try staring adoringly at me if that’ll help,” she grinned.
Olivia pulled a rude face, but relaxed a bit.
She didn’t know what was going to happen, and for a cop like her, that was worrying. She could be exposing Alex to some ruthless terrorist, putting her in danger.
Alex was doing her best to help, keeping light conversation going, and doing a pretty good job of doing the adoring looks herself. Olivia wondered how much acting was involved.
They were avoiding names by unspoken agreement, afraid to trip themselves up.
Just then, a passing waiter swooped down to replace their water jug, and Olivia noticed him place a small slip of paper under her glass as he did so. Pretty neat trick, he was probably very popular at children’s parties.
Taking a sip of water, she palmed the note, not wanting to hide anything from Alex, but knowing she would have to play the conspirator.
‘Go to the bathroom, take her with you,’ the tiny scrap of paper said.
Olivia assumed the waiter or someone would lift the key card from Alex’s bag while they were gone. Clearly it was a man that was watching, as any female would know you never left your purse unaccompanied, and a trip to the restrooms usually involved a quick primp in the mirror, particularly if you were on a date. Maybe their watchers thought lesbians were different.
“I’m just going to use the restroom Jessica,” Olivia said deliberately. “Coming?”
Alex didn’t miss the use of her fake name, and silently got to her feet. However, unsurprisingly, she reached for her bag to sling it over her shoulder.
Stepping around the table to draw out her chair, Olivia slid the bag from her shoulder, and onto the floor beside Alex’s recently vacated chair.
“It’ll be fine Jess,” she murmured in a low voice. “Besides, you might need both hands.” A suggestive leer hopefully convinced their watchers that Olivia had talked Alex round.
Once in the bathroom, Olivia quickly checked to make sure it was empty, then moved back towards the door, opening it the tiniest of cracks to see if she could spot what was happening.
“Can you see?” Alex said quietly, close to her ear.
“I might have put the damn thing too far under the table. Oh…wait. What’s he doing? Ah, the old bread roll falling on the floor routine,” she chuckled, watching the waiter crawl under the table in pursuit of a fictitious escaped roll.
The young man emerged a few seconds, later, presumably with his true target, rather than the small wholemeal that he was pretending to brush crumbs off.
“You know, this really is a good opportunity to..” Alex was saying into her ear, sliding her hands up and down Olivia’s hips, before moving to cup her ass.
She turned around, displacing those wandering hands and giving Alex a pointed stare.
“We’re on the job counsellor, no time for fooling around.” Olivia’s little smile didn’t quite match her words.
“Liv, they think you’re seducing me in here anyway, why waste a perfectly good opportunity.”
Taking Olivia’s silence for acquiescence, she leaned in, pressing the detective against the door with her body while exploring her mouth with her tongue for a few minutes. She was already addicted to Olivia Benson, Alex decided. She enjoyed the texture and smell of the soft skin on her neck for a while, delighting in Olivia’s little purr of pleasure.
Alex slid her hands up Olivia’s body, from slim but sexy hips to those gorgeously full breasts, her hands enjoying the journey as they moved, her lips and tongue doing some exploring of their own.
However, she could feel the tension in Olivia’s body. Her cop instincts wouldn’t let her relax too much.
Alex broke away, giving her a fond but exasperated look. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to distract you for long right now is there?”
“I’m sorry baby,” Olivia apologised, “But you know what’s at stake here. Later, I promise,” she gave her a quick peck on the lips, and an encouraging smile.
As they returned to their seats, Olivia spotted Agent Porter sitting over by the window. Alone. She wondered if his back-up was outside or somewhere in the restaurant.
She just hoped it would be over soon.
They finished their meal and managed to keep casual, neutral conversation going for a while, before Olivia’s cell phone bleeped at her. Message from T-Bone.
‘Having trouble with card. Keep her busy. 10mins.’
Unfortunately, Alex’s phone was also ringing. She gave Olivia a slightly worried look. Alex had cleared her calendar earlier, she should be free all afternoon.
“Ms McNeill? I’m sorry to disturb you, but I just had a strange call from head office.” Cathy sounded worried. “It’s about Ms Ryan. They were doing some checking and apparently she isn’t who she says she is.”
‘Damn!’ Alex thought. ‘Yet another complication.’
“Really? Well I tell you what Cathy, I’ll be back soon and you can give me all of the information then. OK? See you, bye.” She rang off quickly, shooting a worried look across the table.
Time for more double talk.
“Cathy says to say hello.”
Something was obviously wrong, Olivia thought. Shit, what the hell was taking them so long! She could see the little tension lines on Alex’s forehead. Obviously there was something up at the office.
“Is everything ok?” Olivia asked.
“It will be,” Alex smiled back, leaning in to brush an imaginary crumb from Olivia’s cheek, her fingers lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. Keep any observers thinking they only had eyes for each other. Not too far wrong in reality.
Just then, the young waiter who must be one of Jake and T-Bone’s friends, emerged from the kitchen, followed by a stocky, dark haired young man, clutching a laptop. There was a good chance that this was the infamous Jake. He might be a wanted eco terrorist, but he sucked at looking inconspicuous. As he slinked towards the door, the waiter fake-tripped near their table, flinging the basket of bread rolls onto the floor, and no doubt tossing Alex’s security card into her bag at the same time.
Ah, the sophisticated world of eco terrorism. Olivia dreaded to think what their idea of a clever plan was if this was their best bet. Anyone with half a brain would wonder at such a clumsy waiter.
Agent Porter seemed to be following the trend for lame plans.
He suddenly leapt to his feet, pulling out his gun and pointing it at probably-Jake.
“FBI, don’t move. Hands on your head where I can see them.” Olivia tried not to roll her eyes at the contradiction in terms. So this was his clever plan? Why she had spent all these months forcing down lentils and beans and suffering the resultant digestive effects? To yell, “hands up!?”
Just when it seemed the whole situation was about to be resolved, albeit unsatisfactorily and with minimal evidence, probably-Jake pulled a gun from the back of his jeans.
“I’m not going anywhere Fed!” he called back, and before Olivia had time to react, he had pumped 2 bullets into Agent Porter’s chest.
“Oh God!” Alex exclaimed, as Porter managed to get off a shot himself before collapsing. Panicked customers started screaming and shouting and rushing for cover as general pandemonium ensued.
Every instinct in Olivia’s body was telling her to deal with the situation. Get the people calmed and out of any possible firing line, try to resolve things.
However, she managed to restrain herself, knowing she had to stay focussed on getting them out of this safely, and not reveal herself as a police officer to the man with the gun.
Porter was hopefully wearing a vest, it was standard procedure, and Olivia prayed he wasn’t a rebel when it came to that. Miraculously, his return fire had winged the treacherous waiter, leaving him clutching his side, and bleeding profusely.
Probably-Jake was looking panicked. He looked at the customers running for cover, and trying to get out of the way.
Just then, T-Bone ran in. He appeared to have been on guard duty outside, and had clearly been alerted by the shots.
“Jake? Are you ok man?” He panted, running up to the laptop guy.
“I..I ..Yes, I’m fine,” Jake spluttered. He took a deep breath, pulling himself together with some effort.
T-Bone glanced over, seeing Olivia and Alex, frozen in place by the sudden and dramatic events.
“Persephone, grab her and come on. We need to get out of here, now!” he shouted.
Olivia and Alex’s eyes met. A silent and heartfelt “oh shit!” was clear in their expressions.
Roused by the distant sound of police sirens, Olivia leapt to her feet. With a whispered, “Don’t worry, just play along and we’ll be fine,” she grabbed Alex’s arm, pulling her roughly to her feet.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Alex rehearsed in her head how she should be reacting. She should be shocked at the shooting, scared of what might happen, outraged that her new lover was not who she said, and she needed to cooperate, but with sufficient reluctance so as not to arouse suspicion, but not enough to get herself killed.
Olivia dragged her outside, where the two men had leapt into T-Bone’s car. There were already a few people heading towards the restaurant from the surrounding streets, no doubt also drawn by the sound of gunfire.
“Come on Persephone!” T-Bone was yelling.
Pulling Alex behind her, Olivia climbed into the back of the car before they sped off.
“What the hell is going on Maureen?” Alex congratulated herself for remembering Olivia’s alias. “Do you know these people?”
“I’m sorry Jessica, but you need to shut up,” Olivia snapped, keeping up her Persephone James persona. “You must be Jake,” she said addressing the rather sweaty looking man in the front passenger seat.
He didn’t answer her, instead giving an annoyed glare before snapping at T-Bone, “Where the hell did that Fed come from? I thought you were in control here man.”
“I don’t know, we haven’t had any official interest in us for ages. I thought we were in the clear.” T-Bone said indignantly. “Anyway, it was you that shot him. Shit man, if he’s dead we’re really in trouble. Killing an agent? Shit…”
“We don’t have time to worry about that now. We’re going to her office,” he indicated Alex. “Although all this damn subterfuge to find out some information really is lame. If you lot had any guts you’d have taken her out. And I don’t mean that the way you do,” he sneered at Olivia.
“At the very least a nice straightforward burglary. Why on earth you carried out this insane Mata Hari plan I really don’t know.”
“You mean…? You’re with these people Maureen? You were playing me along?” Alex was clearly a much better actress than Olivia gave her credit for. She was playing the wounded, betrayed lover exceedingly well. Olivia could even see tears in her eyes. She was good.
“I’m sorry Jessica, but we needed to get some information and this seemed the best way. If it’s any consolation, I do kind of like you.” Olivia said giving Alex a little wink out of the sight of the two men in the front seat.
Alex covered her face with her hands and pretended to sob, a useful cover for the slightly hysterical laughter that was bubbling up inside her.
“I thought you were different!” she cried sadly. “You used me!”
Olivia was also having trouble keeping a straight face. Alex seemed to be channelling a daytime soap opera right now.
“Shut the bitch up,” Jake snapped. “We have to focus. T-Bone, you know the information we need, let’s just get it and then clear out of here.”
They had pulled up outside Coleman and Williams, and Olivia suddenly remembered the Holts files littering Alex’s office. Today was suddenly getting even more complicated.
by
Cate53
“Stop it,” Alex hissed across the table.
Olivia looked puzzled.
“You’re looking shifty,” Alex explained. “Anyone watching would know in a second that you’re nervous about something. Try staring adoringly at me if that’ll help,” she grinned.
Olivia pulled a rude face, but relaxed a bit.
She didn’t know what was going to happen, and for a cop like her, that was worrying. She could be exposing Alex to some ruthless terrorist, putting her in danger.
Alex was doing her best to help, keeping light conversation going, and doing a pretty good job of doing the adoring looks herself. Olivia wondered how much acting was involved.
They were avoiding names by unspoken agreement, afraid to trip themselves up.
Just then, a passing waiter swooped down to replace their water jug, and Olivia noticed him place a small slip of paper under her glass as he did so. Pretty neat trick, he was probably very popular at children’s parties.
Taking a sip of water, she palmed the note, not wanting to hide anything from Alex, but knowing she would have to play the conspirator.
‘Go to the bathroom, take her with you,’ the tiny scrap of paper said.
Olivia assumed the waiter or someone would lift the key card from Alex’s bag while they were gone. Clearly it was a man that was watching, as any female would know you never left your purse unaccompanied, and a trip to the restrooms usually involved a quick primp in the mirror, particularly if you were on a date. Maybe their watchers thought lesbians were different.
“I’m just going to use the restroom Jessica,” Olivia said deliberately. “Coming?”
Alex didn’t miss the use of her fake name, and silently got to her feet. However, unsurprisingly, she reached for her bag to sling it over her shoulder.
Stepping around the table to draw out her chair, Olivia slid the bag from her shoulder, and onto the floor beside Alex’s recently vacated chair.
“It’ll be fine Jess,” she murmured in a low voice. “Besides, you might need both hands.” A suggestive leer hopefully convinced their watchers that Olivia had talked Alex round.
Once in the bathroom, Olivia quickly checked to make sure it was empty, then moved back towards the door, opening it the tiniest of cracks to see if she could spot what was happening.
“Can you see?” Alex said quietly, close to her ear.
“I might have put the damn thing too far under the table. Oh…wait. What’s he doing? Ah, the old bread roll falling on the floor routine,” she chuckled, watching the waiter crawl under the table in pursuit of a fictitious escaped roll.
The young man emerged a few seconds, later, presumably with his true target, rather than the small wholemeal that he was pretending to brush crumbs off.
“You know, this really is a good opportunity to..” Alex was saying into her ear, sliding her hands up and down Olivia’s hips, before moving to cup her ass.
She turned around, displacing those wandering hands and giving Alex a pointed stare.
“We’re on the job counsellor, no time for fooling around.” Olivia’s little smile didn’t quite match her words.
“Liv, they think you’re seducing me in here anyway, why waste a perfectly good opportunity.”
Taking Olivia’s silence for acquiescence, she leaned in, pressing the detective against the door with her body while exploring her mouth with her tongue for a few minutes. She was already addicted to Olivia Benson, Alex decided. She enjoyed the texture and smell of the soft skin on her neck for a while, delighting in Olivia’s little purr of pleasure.
Alex slid her hands up Olivia’s body, from slim but sexy hips to those gorgeously full breasts, her hands enjoying the journey as they moved, her lips and tongue doing some exploring of their own.
However, she could feel the tension in Olivia’s body. Her cop instincts wouldn’t let her relax too much.
Alex broke away, giving her a fond but exasperated look. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to distract you for long right now is there?”
“I’m sorry baby,” Olivia apologised, “But you know what’s at stake here. Later, I promise,” she gave her a quick peck on the lips, and an encouraging smile.
As they returned to their seats, Olivia spotted Agent Porter sitting over by the window. Alone. She wondered if his back-up was outside or somewhere in the restaurant.
She just hoped it would be over soon.
They finished their meal and managed to keep casual, neutral conversation going for a while, before Olivia’s cell phone bleeped at her. Message from T-Bone.
‘Having trouble with card. Keep her busy. 10mins.’
Unfortunately, Alex’s phone was also ringing. She gave Olivia a slightly worried look. Alex had cleared her calendar earlier, she should be free all afternoon.
“Ms McNeill? I’m sorry to disturb you, but I just had a strange call from head office.” Cathy sounded worried. “It’s about Ms Ryan. They were doing some checking and apparently she isn’t who she says she is.”
‘Damn!’ Alex thought. ‘Yet another complication.’
“Really? Well I tell you what Cathy, I’ll be back soon and you can give me all of the information then. OK? See you, bye.” She rang off quickly, shooting a worried look across the table.
Time for more double talk.
“Cathy says to say hello.”
Something was obviously wrong, Olivia thought. Shit, what the hell was taking them so long! She could see the little tension lines on Alex’s forehead. Obviously there was something up at the office.
“Is everything ok?” Olivia asked.
“It will be,” Alex smiled back, leaning in to brush an imaginary crumb from Olivia’s cheek, her fingers lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. Keep any observers thinking they only had eyes for each other. Not too far wrong in reality.
Just then, the young waiter who must be one of Jake and T-Bone’s friends, emerged from the kitchen, followed by a stocky, dark haired young man, clutching a laptop. There was a good chance that this was the infamous Jake. He might be a wanted eco terrorist, but he sucked at looking inconspicuous. As he slinked towards the door, the waiter fake-tripped near their table, flinging the basket of bread rolls onto the floor, and no doubt tossing Alex’s security card into her bag at the same time.
Ah, the sophisticated world of eco terrorism. Olivia dreaded to think what their idea of a clever plan was if this was their best bet. Anyone with half a brain would wonder at such a clumsy waiter.
Agent Porter seemed to be following the trend for lame plans.
He suddenly leapt to his feet, pulling out his gun and pointing it at probably-Jake.
“FBI, don’t move. Hands on your head where I can see them.” Olivia tried not to roll her eyes at the contradiction in terms. So this was his clever plan? Why she had spent all these months forcing down lentils and beans and suffering the resultant digestive effects? To yell, “hands up!?”
Just when it seemed the whole situation was about to be resolved, albeit unsatisfactorily and with minimal evidence, probably-Jake pulled a gun from the back of his jeans.
“I’m not going anywhere Fed!” he called back, and before Olivia had time to react, he had pumped 2 bullets into Agent Porter’s chest.
“Oh God!” Alex exclaimed, as Porter managed to get off a shot himself before collapsing. Panicked customers started screaming and shouting and rushing for cover as general pandemonium ensued.
Every instinct in Olivia’s body was telling her to deal with the situation. Get the people calmed and out of any possible firing line, try to resolve things.
However, she managed to restrain herself, knowing she had to stay focussed on getting them out of this safely, and not reveal herself as a police officer to the man with the gun.
Porter was hopefully wearing a vest, it was standard procedure, and Olivia prayed he wasn’t a rebel when it came to that. Miraculously, his return fire had winged the treacherous waiter, leaving him clutching his side, and bleeding profusely.
Probably-Jake was looking panicked. He looked at the customers running for cover, and trying to get out of the way.
Just then, T-Bone ran in. He appeared to have been on guard duty outside, and had clearly been alerted by the shots.
“Jake? Are you ok man?” He panted, running up to the laptop guy.
“I..I ..Yes, I’m fine,” Jake spluttered. He took a deep breath, pulling himself together with some effort.
T-Bone glanced over, seeing Olivia and Alex, frozen in place by the sudden and dramatic events.
“Persephone, grab her and come on. We need to get out of here, now!” he shouted.
Olivia and Alex’s eyes met. A silent and heartfelt “oh shit!” was clear in their expressions.
Roused by the distant sound of police sirens, Olivia leapt to her feet. With a whispered, “Don’t worry, just play along and we’ll be fine,” she grabbed Alex’s arm, pulling her roughly to her feet.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Alex rehearsed in her head how she should be reacting. She should be shocked at the shooting, scared of what might happen, outraged that her new lover was not who she said, and she needed to cooperate, but with sufficient reluctance so as not to arouse suspicion, but not enough to get herself killed.
Olivia dragged her outside, where the two men had leapt into T-Bone’s car. There were already a few people heading towards the restaurant from the surrounding streets, no doubt also drawn by the sound of gunfire.
“Come on Persephone!” T-Bone was yelling.
Pulling Alex behind her, Olivia climbed into the back of the car before they sped off.
“What the hell is going on Maureen?” Alex congratulated herself for remembering Olivia’s alias. “Do you know these people?”
“I’m sorry Jessica, but you need to shut up,” Olivia snapped, keeping up her Persephone James persona. “You must be Jake,” she said addressing the rather sweaty looking man in the front passenger seat.
He didn’t answer her, instead giving an annoyed glare before snapping at T-Bone, “Where the hell did that Fed come from? I thought you were in control here man.”
“I don’t know, we haven’t had any official interest in us for ages. I thought we were in the clear.” T-Bone said indignantly. “Anyway, it was you that shot him. Shit man, if he’s dead we’re really in trouble. Killing an agent? Shit…”
“We don’t have time to worry about that now. We’re going to her office,” he indicated Alex. “Although all this damn subterfuge to find out some information really is lame. If you lot had any guts you’d have taken her out. And I don’t mean that the way you do,” he sneered at Olivia.
“At the very least a nice straightforward burglary. Why on earth you carried out this insane Mata Hari plan I really don’t know.”
“You mean…? You’re with these people Maureen? You were playing me along?” Alex was clearly a much better actress than Olivia gave her credit for. She was playing the wounded, betrayed lover exceedingly well. Olivia could even see tears in her eyes. She was good.
“I’m sorry Jessica, but we needed to get some information and this seemed the best way. If it’s any consolation, I do kind of like you.” Olivia said giving Alex a little wink out of the sight of the two men in the front seat.
Alex covered her face with her hands and pretended to sob, a useful cover for the slightly hysterical laughter that was bubbling up inside her.
“I thought you were different!” she cried sadly. “You used me!”
Olivia was also having trouble keeping a straight face. Alex seemed to be channelling a daytime soap opera right now.
“Shut the bitch up,” Jake snapped. “We have to focus. T-Bone, you know the information we need, let’s just get it and then clear out of here.”
They had pulled up outside Coleman and Williams, and Olivia suddenly remembered the Holts files littering Alex’s office. Today was suddenly getting even more complicated.