C is for Collapse
Author: giantessmess
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU & RPF
Pairing: n/a - Oliska & Mariska snark
Claim: Alex/Olivia (and related RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
A/N: Crossposted: ob_fangrrl
“Someone, call an ambulance.”
Olivia felt her eyelid being lifted.
“They aren’t dilated.”
“Give her some room to breathe, people.”
Shakily, she allowed a stranger help her stand.
“Jesus, look at that bruise.”
“Oh, great. Get make-up.”
“Should we be calling our lawyer?”
Olivia tried to focus, “Did I hit my head?” She couldn’t recognize the squadroom. What were all those wires for? “Are we under surveillance?”
“Thank God, you’re ok. It was just a little fall, right?” She had no idea who the man speaking to her was.
“Where’s Elliot?” She felt her head. “God, what’s wrong with my hair?”
“The hair guys are still perfecting it.”
“It’s a mullet….”
“That’s what the fans keep saying. You haven’t been lurking on that messageboard again, have you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” The room was half-assembled. Microphones, people running about. Cops she’d known for years, laughing, drinking lattes. “Shit, who are these people?”
“You don’t want us to replace the female extras again do you?” the man looked pained. “It would be simpler if you stopped flirting with them.”
Olivia grabbed him by the shirt, and shoved him against a desk. Hard. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Jesus,” the man scrambled away. “Mariska’s brains were mashed in the fall!” A number of stagehands restrained her.
“Call Dick!”
“I’m not Mariska,” Olivia growled, as she struggled. “I’m Olivia Benson!”
“Great. Not this again.”
Olivia felt her senses leave her, when one of them gave her an injection.
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU & RPF
Pairing: n/a - Oliska & Mariska snark
Claim: Alex/Olivia (and related RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
A/N: Crossposted: ob_fangrrl
“Someone, call an ambulance.”
Olivia felt her eyelid being lifted.
“They aren’t dilated.”
“Give her some room to breathe, people.”
Shakily, she allowed a stranger help her stand.
“Jesus, look at that bruise.”
“Oh, great. Get make-up.”
“Should we be calling our lawyer?”
Olivia tried to focus, “Did I hit my head?” She couldn’t recognize the squadroom. What were all those wires for? “Are we under surveillance?”
“Thank God, you’re ok. It was just a little fall, right?” She had no idea who the man speaking to her was.
“Where’s Elliot?” She felt her head. “God, what’s wrong with my hair?”
“The hair guys are still perfecting it.”
“It’s a mullet….”
“That’s what the fans keep saying. You haven’t been lurking on that messageboard again, have you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” The room was half-assembled. Microphones, people running about. Cops she’d known for years, laughing, drinking lattes. “Shit, who are these people?”
“You don’t want us to replace the female extras again do you?” the man looked pained. “It would be simpler if you stopped flirting with them.”
Olivia grabbed him by the shirt, and shoved him against a desk. Hard. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Jesus,” the man scrambled away. “Mariska’s brains were mashed in the fall!” A number of stagehands restrained her.
“Call Dick!”
“I’m not Mariska,” Olivia growled, as she struggled. “I’m Olivia Benson!”
“Great. Not this again.”
Olivia felt her senses leave her, when one of them gave her an injection.