Struttin' Her Stuff - part 3 - olivia/melinda version :)
a/n: the first two parts of this story are the same as the version posted on fanfiction.net, so i'm not going to post them again. hope you enjoy this version! :)
Cragen stood outside the interrogation room, watching Fin and Olivia with the suspect. Though she’d changed back into regular clothes, he was still getting flashbacks of her in that dress. He sighed as he imagined the next few days ahead of him were going to be difficult. Melinda Warner appeared next to him, startling him out of his thoughts.
“Seems I missed the show,” she said, her little smile firmly in place.
“It made it all the way down to the medical examiner’s office?” Cragen asked in surprise. He didn’t know she was the one who called Liv when they were on their way to the stakeout. Melinda realized her misstep and her brain scrambled for an excuse.
“News like that dress? She’ll be lucky if her desk isn’t papered in pictures of it in the morning,” she said, pleased with herself. Cragen nodded, a little smile on his face too, but not for the same reason,
“She will be hearing about it for a while,” he said. Melinda picked up on the discomfort in his voice and thoughtfully changed the subject.
“Pull them out, he’s not the guy,” she said.
Cragen didn’t question, he just stuck his head inside the interrogation room,
“Can I talk to you two for a minute?” he said. Liv and Fin filed outside.
“I think I know what killer means,” Melinda told them. She eyed Liv, she could tell something was off with her.
“Yeah, him,” Fin gestured toward their suspect.
“Doc doesn’t think so,” Cragen said.
“Lydon Grant had AIDS, just like Robin Weller,” Melinda said. Liv wouldn’t make eye contact with her.
“Well, that’s not a surprise. They were lovers,” Liv said.
“They both had the same strain of HIV, the so-called killer strain. It progresses from infection to death in less than a year. It’s resistant to most drugs, first time I’ve ever seen it,” Melinda explained.
“If Robin and Lydon had unprotected sex with anyone else they could have infected other partners,” Liv realized.
“Making them both killers,” Cragen said, nodding.
“Damn it,” Fin cursed and stormed out of the room. Cragen followed him.
Cragen found Fin staring out at the rain.
“Fin, everything okay?”
“Yeah…yeah, I’m good,” he said. The two men fell into silence. Voices drifted down the hall,
“You saw her?” asked the first voice.
“I was there, man!” said a second voice, giving a whistle, “she looked so hot, struttin’ around the street. And then she chased down and tackled the perp! Watching her run…you should have been there.”
“I wish I was.”
The voices drifted away. Fin could see a hint of a smile on Cragen’s face.
“She did look pretty good,” Fin said as they headed back into the squad room. Cragen didn’t answer. Fin smiled as he spotted his bag hidden under Liv’s desk, secretly pleased. The men wandered into Cragen’s office.
“She flew when you gave the signal,” Cragen said eventually, “I was going to tell her to stay behind, but she was already gone.”
“She wouldn’t have listened anyway.”
“I know. I’m still impressed she ran that fast in those shoes.”
Liv turned to watch their ‘killer’, while Melinda watched her. They stood as close together as being in public would allow.
“Everything okay?” Mel asked.
“Oh, yeah. Fin just found out his son is gay, he’s taking this all a little rough,” Liv said.
“I was asking about you,” Melinda said, rubbing Liv’s upper arm.
“Fin told you about the guy in the alley?” she asked, incredulous. By the surprise she saw in Melinda’s eyes she knew Fin hadn’t broken her confidence. Liv turned and walked out of her grasp.
“What happened?” Melinda asked softly. Liv was silent for a while.
“On the way to the stakeout a guy grabbed me. I fought him off,” she said eventually.
“Did he hurt you?” Melinda asked, coming up beside her, the panic rising in her voice.
“No, I’m fine,” Liv said in a small voice.
“But he scared you,” Melinda said. Liv looked up at her then, her eyes glassy, biting her lower lip.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Oh, baby,” Melinda said, enveloping her in a hug. Liv wrapped her arms around Melinda too. She took a few deep breaths but wouldn’t let herself cry, not in the stationhouse. Melinda just rubbed her hands up and down Liv’s back and kept her close.
“Thanks Mel,” Liv said when she felt her control returning. They shared a soft kiss and then just stood hugging each other, screw being in public.
“You were with them in the car when I called, weren’t you?” she asked. Liv nodded,
“They asked who you were.”
“What did say?”
“That you were someone special,” Liv said with a smile, giving her another quick kiss. Melinda returned the kiss with more force.
Neither heard Fin enter, and then quickly leave the room.
When they broke apart Melinda turned to face their captive,
“What are you going to do with superboy in there?”
“You always have such romantic thoughts,” Liv teased, then grew serious, “we’ll book him for the assault and keep him here overnight. Take him down in the morning.” Melinda traced her hand up inside Liv’s sweater, making designs on her lower back.
“Any chance Fin can take care of that?”
“I think I can arrange that,” Liv said, the urge to get her girlfriend home as soon as possible becoming overwhelming. Fin’s voice called out then,
“Heard my name,” he poked his head in. “What favour am I providing for you two lovely ladies?” Liv jerked her head towards the interrogation room while Melinda vacated Liv’s shirt,
“Can you take care of him for me? Mel just offered me a ride home.” Melinda just raised her eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
“Not a problem,” he said. As they passed him in the doorway Fin dropped the bag in Liv’s hands, “Wouldn’t want you to forget that. You ladies have a good night,” he said, and disappeared around the corner.
Liv stopped dead and she could feel the blush rushing up her face. Melinda had to tug on her hand to get her moving.
“Come on, Liv. Let’s get you home.”
Cragen stood outside the interrogation room, watching Fin and Olivia with the suspect. Though she’d changed back into regular clothes, he was still getting flashbacks of her in that dress. He sighed as he imagined the next few days ahead of him were going to be difficult. Melinda Warner appeared next to him, startling him out of his thoughts.
“Seems I missed the show,” she said, her little smile firmly in place.
“It made it all the way down to the medical examiner’s office?” Cragen asked in surprise. He didn’t know she was the one who called Liv when they were on their way to the stakeout. Melinda realized her misstep and her brain scrambled for an excuse.
“News like that dress? She’ll be lucky if her desk isn’t papered in pictures of it in the morning,” she said, pleased with herself. Cragen nodded, a little smile on his face too, but not for the same reason,
“She will be hearing about it for a while,” he said. Melinda picked up on the discomfort in his voice and thoughtfully changed the subject.
“Pull them out, he’s not the guy,” she said.
Cragen didn’t question, he just stuck his head inside the interrogation room,
“Can I talk to you two for a minute?” he said. Liv and Fin filed outside.
“I think I know what killer means,” Melinda told them. She eyed Liv, she could tell something was off with her.
“Yeah, him,” Fin gestured toward their suspect.
“Doc doesn’t think so,” Cragen said.
“Lydon Grant had AIDS, just like Robin Weller,” Melinda said. Liv wouldn’t make eye contact with her.
“Well, that’s not a surprise. They were lovers,” Liv said.
“They both had the same strain of HIV, the so-called killer strain. It progresses from infection to death in less than a year. It’s resistant to most drugs, first time I’ve ever seen it,” Melinda explained.
“If Robin and Lydon had unprotected sex with anyone else they could have infected other partners,” Liv realized.
“Making them both killers,” Cragen said, nodding.
“Damn it,” Fin cursed and stormed out of the room. Cragen followed him.
Cragen found Fin staring out at the rain.
“Fin, everything okay?”
“Yeah…yeah, I’m good,” he said. The two men fell into silence. Voices drifted down the hall,
“You saw her?” asked the first voice.
“I was there, man!” said a second voice, giving a whistle, “she looked so hot, struttin’ around the street. And then she chased down and tackled the perp! Watching her run…you should have been there.”
“I wish I was.”
The voices drifted away. Fin could see a hint of a smile on Cragen’s face.
“She did look pretty good,” Fin said as they headed back into the squad room. Cragen didn’t answer. Fin smiled as he spotted his bag hidden under Liv’s desk, secretly pleased. The men wandered into Cragen’s office.
“She flew when you gave the signal,” Cragen said eventually, “I was going to tell her to stay behind, but she was already gone.”
“She wouldn’t have listened anyway.”
“I know. I’m still impressed she ran that fast in those shoes.”
Liv turned to watch their ‘killer’, while Melinda watched her. They stood as close together as being in public would allow.
“Everything okay?” Mel asked.
“Oh, yeah. Fin just found out his son is gay, he’s taking this all a little rough,” Liv said.
“I was asking about you,” Melinda said, rubbing Liv’s upper arm.
“Fin told you about the guy in the alley?” she asked, incredulous. By the surprise she saw in Melinda’s eyes she knew Fin hadn’t broken her confidence. Liv turned and walked out of her grasp.
“What happened?” Melinda asked softly. Liv was silent for a while.
“On the way to the stakeout a guy grabbed me. I fought him off,” she said eventually.
“Did he hurt you?” Melinda asked, coming up beside her, the panic rising in her voice.
“No, I’m fine,” Liv said in a small voice.
“But he scared you,” Melinda said. Liv looked up at her then, her eyes glassy, biting her lower lip.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Oh, baby,” Melinda said, enveloping her in a hug. Liv wrapped her arms around Melinda too. She took a few deep breaths but wouldn’t let herself cry, not in the stationhouse. Melinda just rubbed her hands up and down Liv’s back and kept her close.
“Thanks Mel,” Liv said when she felt her control returning. They shared a soft kiss and then just stood hugging each other, screw being in public.
“You were with them in the car when I called, weren’t you?” she asked. Liv nodded,
“They asked who you were.”
“What did say?”
“That you were someone special,” Liv said with a smile, giving her another quick kiss. Melinda returned the kiss with more force.
Neither heard Fin enter, and then quickly leave the room.
When they broke apart Melinda turned to face their captive,
“What are you going to do with superboy in there?”
“You always have such romantic thoughts,” Liv teased, then grew serious, “we’ll book him for the assault and keep him here overnight. Take him down in the morning.” Melinda traced her hand up inside Liv’s sweater, making designs on her lower back.
“Any chance Fin can take care of that?”
“I think I can arrange that,” Liv said, the urge to get her girlfriend home as soon as possible becoming overwhelming. Fin’s voice called out then,
“Heard my name,” he poked his head in. “What favour am I providing for you two lovely ladies?” Liv jerked her head towards the interrogation room while Melinda vacated Liv’s shirt,
“Can you take care of him for me? Mel just offered me a ride home.” Melinda just raised her eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
“Not a problem,” he said. As they passed him in the doorway Fin dropped the bag in Liv’s hands, “Wouldn’t want you to forget that. You ladies have a good night,” he said, and disappeared around the corner.
Liv stopped dead and she could feel the blush rushing up her face. Melinda had to tug on her hand to get her moving.
“Come on, Liv. Let’s get you home.”