Rp with tonguesknotted
[ooc note: Spoilers for last nights episode of Law & Order: SVU, 'Undercover'. This was played out with Munch [
tonguesknotted]. This takes place after the episode, and after THIS brief sit down at the bar. When it comes to the Olivia time line (currently in progress) I am not sure where I am going to put it. Without a doubt it comes AFTER the meeting with Detective Lassiter [
det_lassiter], unless other wise noted. Wow, having the power over time and matter really is a head trip.]
Munch grabbed a seat near the end of the bar and ordered a drink. He looked down at his watch to make sure he'd gotten the time right and shot a look to the door. Liv should be there any time now. He shook his head and grinned to himself, she had done it. He'd seen the bruise on her face and he knew it hadn't been easy.
Paper work. You go through hell and back and what do you have to do? Fill out paper work. It almost took off the edge of triumph she had about putting away that bastard. There were cases were it was hard not to get personally involved, but this one - there was no doubt. It was personal and she hoped that he got the same treatment he dished out in prison. Still growling under her breath, she pushed into the bar and looked up. Spotting John she smiled, Elliot had to take care of the baby, and Fin and Lake . . . who knew. Walking up to the bar, she nudged his side gently. "Hey, stranger, this seat taken?"
"Do I have a choice? You'll probably kick my ass if I say no. So when are they giving you the keys to the city, hero?" he leaned back to avoid the inevitable punch in the arm
Laughing she curled up her fist and shook it at him. "What did I tell you, old man? Don't make me kick your ass. I've already broken enough nails for the week." Sliding off her jacket she got up on the stool and looked at him. "No keys, but a drink from a sweet detective would be just as good."
He righted himself on his stool and chuckled. "I don't see any sweet detectives around so I guess you'll just have to have me buy one for you." He had the bartender bring her a drink, and took the moment to look at the scar on her arm. The make up on her chin had smudged even under the bar's dim lights and her could see the sickly yellow and purple bruise. He knitted his eyebrows with concern but decided to save the tough questions for later in the conversation. He'd start slow, "So, was it like the movies? Any hot and steamy shower scenes?"
Righting herself on the bar stool she took a chance to look around while Munch was looking at her. When the bar tender set down her vodka and tonic, she squeezed the lime into it and then paused at John's question. Very slowly she turned and gave him the best 'are you kidding me?' look. "Why, John Munch are you asking if there was any hot girl on girl action while I was undercover?"
"Hey, I only know what the movies tell me. Regardless of what you guys might think about me, I didn't exactly spend my formative years in and out of jail. And anyways, I'm not asking if YOU did anything, I just want to know if there's any truth to the myth of what goes on behind bars." He considered his drink for a moment, "So you have all of Sealview singing your praises tonight, it must feel great."
"What? So the rumors of J. Munch in cell block D are all lies? Say it ain't so." Laughing she started to relax, especially after a few sips of her cocktail. "Well I wasn't really looking to see who dropped the soap, but sure, there were some women there who enjoyed female company more then men." Rolling her eyes she turned her head and put the clear part of her chin on her palm so she could watch him. "It does, kind of."
He put his hand over his heart and feigned concern, "Hate to dissapoint but let's just say I got my kicks I with the help of some 'herbal supplements' but that doesn't leave this bar. Word gets around and I'll start getting picked for 'random' drug test every week." Munch looked around the bar and made sure no one was listening. He didn't want her to feel self conscious. "So, what went on in there, I haven't really heard much. Fin totally clammed up on me when I tried to ask him what happened after the lockdown."
Olivia lent forward, as if they were conspiring to take over the world and not just admit that they had smoked a little when they were younger. "John Munch, get out, you, smokin' the herb? I can't believe it. All my illusions. Shattered." Shaking her head she closed her eyes for a moment. "Your secret is safe with me." It was, she wouldn't tell a soul, not even Elliot, which was saying a lot. What was saying even more, was her silence to the last question. Turning back to her drink, she drained it quickly and pushed it away. "Hold on there, Munch, I'm not that cheap, one more and I'll spill."
"You're just like all my ex-wives," he said raising his eyebrow. He mirrored her actions and drained his own drink before getting the bartender's attention and pointing to their empty glasses. "Can't a man get anything for free anymore? But I do thank you for your silence, but now you owe me a secret"
Only after the drinks were refreshed did she finally begin to speak. Her fingers moving over the icy sides of the glass, dripping with condensation. "It was awful. Imagine having no privacy at all, someone watching you, no matter what you say, what you do. The conditions were awful, it was like being locked up like animals." Her voice was low, her eyes locked on the floating lime in her glass, as if that was suddenly very interesting. "I couldn't defend myself."
He didn't expect to feel the way he did, when he heard the sadness and the lingering hints of desperation in her voice, he felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like. He considered making a joke about Big Brother to break the tension but it seemed innapropriate. "You did good, not a lot of people would have done what you did and now that son of a bitch is going to go away." The next couple words stalled in his throat, finally he got them out. "Did...did he do anything to you?"
She could feel the moisture stinging her eyes, and she knew that if it went unchecked she would start crying and there was no way in hell that she would cry in front of him. As much as she liked John, as much as he knew about her, she couldn't let him see her like that, crying like some weak little girl. When he asked the question, she felt the same way as before, when finally spoke the truth to Warner. Screwing her eyes shut tight she rubbed her eyelids and cleared her throat softly. "No, no, he didn't . . . but, it was close. Really close."
He inhaled sharply and looked away. He ground his teeth and thought about all the things he wanted to do to that prick, jail just didn't seem like punishment enough. Munch turned his back to look at her. He would never be able to relate to what she had gone through, anything comforting words he had didn't seem good enough. "Are you going to be okay?" it was all he could think of to say, "I mean...in the long run."
She was feeling a bit like an idiot, a weak, dumb-ass who was worthy only of pity. When she caught John's look, her self loathing melted and she gave him a slow smile. "Yeah, I will be okay." Very cautiously, as if she was about to touch flame, she reached out and put her cool hand on the back of his. "Just a little shaken up. Thank you, though, for listening to me. It really means a lot, I guess I don't know how to say thank you properly."
He looked down at her hand on his, it was a rare moment. Munch lived with kind of a wall around him, but it was always Olivia who saw through it and could make the real man come out. "Hey, you don't have to thank me, you listened to me when I bawled my eyes out over the that little girl who was being abused by her mother. Consider us even"
"I remember that." She nodded slowly, it was a story that stuck with her, she wasn't sure if it was because Munch had shown so much emotion that night, or the story itself. Probably a little bit of both. She let her hand linger there for a moment before she rested it on the bar top next to his. "Still, I don't know why we wait until some horrible moment to come clean. Like a death bed confession." Her tongue brushed over her bottom lip and she considered. "I just don't want you to look at me like I am a vic, okay?"
"I think its because of the job itself, you got to push all the stuff you see out of your head or you'll go insane. It's the only way we make it through the day. It makes sense that we'd start to do it with our personal lives." He smiled at her again "But who are you kidding? You? A victim? Never. Besides a victim doesn't give a teenage rape a reason to keep on living. You are anything but a victim."
"Personal lives? What personal lives?" She chuckled, but nodded. "Your right, you just have to push it all away and hope that in never comes back." Turning back to her cocktail she took a longer drink and then bumped him with her shoulder. "I knew there was a reason I kept you on the payroll, to say sweet things like that and post my ego."
"Maybe I was wrong, you aren't like all my ex's. If I could keep them happy with just compliments I might be able to afford a car instead of having Fin cart me around." He swirled his drink around in his glass and polished it off, "Hey we need to get the rest of guys in on this love fest. We all need to celebrate together."
"I am not like your ex wives, because I haven't slept with you." She reminded and stretched a bit, wincing at the bruises awaken from idleness. Taking a long drink, she shook her head. "Doubt that's going to happen, Elliot has the baby and Lake just disappears. Maybe he's magic."
"That's probably a good thing, Ill be the first to admit that sex ruins everything. Take my fourth marrige for example. Regardless, I'll make it happen even if it's just a beer after work. Maybe we can get Lake to pay as part of his initiation to our ranks."
"I am very aware that it fucks everything up. Thankfully I haven't been getting any, so there's nothing to screw up." Turning her head, she gave him a look. "You know that whole hazing the new guy bit isn't going to work forever."
"You can't blame me for trying to have a little fun. Buy you one more drink or have you reached you limit?"
"Nope, I am going to hit the dusty trail. I am exhausted. It will be nice to sleep in my own bed for a change." Sliding off the stool she picked up her coat and put it on. Once again her hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "Thanks, for everything, Munch. If you need anything, if you want to talk, let me know, okay?"
"No problem, I'm here for you any time. I don't blame you, home sounds good to me too. Now go home and stick some ice on that chin."
"Yes dad." Rolling her eyes, she waved and walked out of the bar, shaking her head with mild amusement.
tonguesknotted]. This takes place after the episode, and after THIS brief sit down at the bar. When it comes to the Olivia time line (currently in progress) I am not sure where I am going to put it. Without a doubt it comes AFTER the meeting with Detective Lassiter [
det_lassiter], unless other wise noted. Wow, having the power over time and matter really is a head trip.]
Munch grabbed a seat near the end of the bar and ordered a drink. He looked down at his watch to make sure he'd gotten the time right and shot a look to the door. Liv should be there any time now. He shook his head and grinned to himself, she had done it. He'd seen the bruise on her face and he knew it hadn't been easy.
Paper work. You go through hell and back and what do you have to do? Fill out paper work. It almost took off the edge of triumph she had about putting away that bastard. There were cases were it was hard not to get personally involved, but this one - there was no doubt. It was personal and she hoped that he got the same treatment he dished out in prison. Still growling under her breath, she pushed into the bar and looked up. Spotting John she smiled, Elliot had to take care of the baby, and Fin and Lake . . . who knew. Walking up to the bar, she nudged his side gently. "Hey, stranger, this seat taken?"
"Do I have a choice? You'll probably kick my ass if I say no. So when are they giving you the keys to the city, hero?" he leaned back to avoid the inevitable punch in the arm
Laughing she curled up her fist and shook it at him. "What did I tell you, old man? Don't make me kick your ass. I've already broken enough nails for the week." Sliding off her jacket she got up on the stool and looked at him. "No keys, but a drink from a sweet detective would be just as good."
He righted himself on his stool and chuckled. "I don't see any sweet detectives around so I guess you'll just have to have me buy one for you." He had the bartender bring her a drink, and took the moment to look at the scar on her arm. The make up on her chin had smudged even under the bar's dim lights and her could see the sickly yellow and purple bruise. He knitted his eyebrows with concern but decided to save the tough questions for later in the conversation. He'd start slow, "So, was it like the movies? Any hot and steamy shower scenes?"
Righting herself on the bar stool she took a chance to look around while Munch was looking at her. When the bar tender set down her vodka and tonic, she squeezed the lime into it and then paused at John's question. Very slowly she turned and gave him the best 'are you kidding me?' look. "Why, John Munch are you asking if there was any hot girl on girl action while I was undercover?"
"Hey, I only know what the movies tell me. Regardless of what you guys might think about me, I didn't exactly spend my formative years in and out of jail. And anyways, I'm not asking if YOU did anything, I just want to know if there's any truth to the myth of what goes on behind bars." He considered his drink for a moment, "So you have all of Sealview singing your praises tonight, it must feel great."
"What? So the rumors of J. Munch in cell block D are all lies? Say it ain't so." Laughing she started to relax, especially after a few sips of her cocktail. "Well I wasn't really looking to see who dropped the soap, but sure, there were some women there who enjoyed female company more then men." Rolling her eyes she turned her head and put the clear part of her chin on her palm so she could watch him. "It does, kind of."
He put his hand over his heart and feigned concern, "Hate to dissapoint but let's just say I got my kicks I with the help of some 'herbal supplements' but that doesn't leave this bar. Word gets around and I'll start getting picked for 'random' drug test every week." Munch looked around the bar and made sure no one was listening. He didn't want her to feel self conscious. "So, what went on in there, I haven't really heard much. Fin totally clammed up on me when I tried to ask him what happened after the lockdown."
Olivia lent forward, as if they were conspiring to take over the world and not just admit that they had smoked a little when they were younger. "John Munch, get out, you, smokin' the herb? I can't believe it. All my illusions. Shattered." Shaking her head she closed her eyes for a moment. "Your secret is safe with me." It was, she wouldn't tell a soul, not even Elliot, which was saying a lot. What was saying even more, was her silence to the last question. Turning back to her drink, she drained it quickly and pushed it away. "Hold on there, Munch, I'm not that cheap, one more and I'll spill."
"You're just like all my ex-wives," he said raising his eyebrow. He mirrored her actions and drained his own drink before getting the bartender's attention and pointing to their empty glasses. "Can't a man get anything for free anymore? But I do thank you for your silence, but now you owe me a secret"
Only after the drinks were refreshed did she finally begin to speak. Her fingers moving over the icy sides of the glass, dripping with condensation. "It was awful. Imagine having no privacy at all, someone watching you, no matter what you say, what you do. The conditions were awful, it was like being locked up like animals." Her voice was low, her eyes locked on the floating lime in her glass, as if that was suddenly very interesting. "I couldn't defend myself."
He didn't expect to feel the way he did, when he heard the sadness and the lingering hints of desperation in her voice, he felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like. He considered making a joke about Big Brother to break the tension but it seemed innapropriate. "You did good, not a lot of people would have done what you did and now that son of a bitch is going to go away." The next couple words stalled in his throat, finally he got them out. "Did...did he do anything to you?"
She could feel the moisture stinging her eyes, and she knew that if it went unchecked she would start crying and there was no way in hell that she would cry in front of him. As much as she liked John, as much as he knew about her, she couldn't let him see her like that, crying like some weak little girl. When he asked the question, she felt the same way as before, when finally spoke the truth to Warner. Screwing her eyes shut tight she rubbed her eyelids and cleared her throat softly. "No, no, he didn't . . . but, it was close. Really close."
He inhaled sharply and looked away. He ground his teeth and thought about all the things he wanted to do to that prick, jail just didn't seem like punishment enough. Munch turned his back to look at her. He would never be able to relate to what she had gone through, anything comforting words he had didn't seem good enough. "Are you going to be okay?" it was all he could think of to say, "I mean...in the long run."
She was feeling a bit like an idiot, a weak, dumb-ass who was worthy only of pity. When she caught John's look, her self loathing melted and she gave him a slow smile. "Yeah, I will be okay." Very cautiously, as if she was about to touch flame, she reached out and put her cool hand on the back of his. "Just a little shaken up. Thank you, though, for listening to me. It really means a lot, I guess I don't know how to say thank you properly."
He looked down at her hand on his, it was a rare moment. Munch lived with kind of a wall around him, but it was always Olivia who saw through it and could make the real man come out. "Hey, you don't have to thank me, you listened to me when I bawled my eyes out over the that little girl who was being abused by her mother. Consider us even"
"I remember that." She nodded slowly, it was a story that stuck with her, she wasn't sure if it was because Munch had shown so much emotion that night, or the story itself. Probably a little bit of both. She let her hand linger there for a moment before she rested it on the bar top next to his. "Still, I don't know why we wait until some horrible moment to come clean. Like a death bed confession." Her tongue brushed over her bottom lip and she considered. "I just don't want you to look at me like I am a vic, okay?"
"I think its because of the job itself, you got to push all the stuff you see out of your head or you'll go insane. It's the only way we make it through the day. It makes sense that we'd start to do it with our personal lives." He smiled at her again "But who are you kidding? You? A victim? Never. Besides a victim doesn't give a teenage rape a reason to keep on living. You are anything but a victim."
"Personal lives? What personal lives?" She chuckled, but nodded. "Your right, you just have to push it all away and hope that in never comes back." Turning back to her cocktail she took a longer drink and then bumped him with her shoulder. "I knew there was a reason I kept you on the payroll, to say sweet things like that and post my ego."
"Maybe I was wrong, you aren't like all my ex's. If I could keep them happy with just compliments I might be able to afford a car instead of having Fin cart me around." He swirled his drink around in his glass and polished it off, "Hey we need to get the rest of guys in on this love fest. We all need to celebrate together."
"I am not like your ex wives, because I haven't slept with you." She reminded and stretched a bit, wincing at the bruises awaken from idleness. Taking a long drink, she shook her head. "Doubt that's going to happen, Elliot has the baby and Lake just disappears. Maybe he's magic."
"That's probably a good thing, Ill be the first to admit that sex ruins everything. Take my fourth marrige for example. Regardless, I'll make it happen even if it's just a beer after work. Maybe we can get Lake to pay as part of his initiation to our ranks."
"I am very aware that it fucks everything up. Thankfully I haven't been getting any, so there's nothing to screw up." Turning her head, she gave him a look. "You know that whole hazing the new guy bit isn't going to work forever."
"You can't blame me for trying to have a little fun. Buy you one more drink or have you reached you limit?"
"Nope, I am going to hit the dusty trail. I am exhausted. It will be nice to sleep in my own bed for a change." Sliding off the stool she picked up her coat and put it on. Once again her hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "Thanks, for everything, Munch. If you need anything, if you want to talk, let me know, okay?"
"No problem, I'm here for you any time. I don't blame you, home sounds good to me too. Now go home and stick some ice on that chin."
"Yes dad." Rolling her eyes, she waved and walked out of the bar, shaking her head with mild amusement.