REMAINDER CHALLENGE SNOW CHOSEN ONE cont.
TITLE: "Set up"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: EAMES/GOREN/ROSS
WORD COUNT: 630
RATING: R ►LANGUAGE
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO MONEY MADE. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
MONDAY MORNING.
Bobby sat at his desk glancing up at Alex dressed in a green pullover and black slacks. “You look nice this morning.”
“Uh…thanks.”
She stashed her purse and settled into her chair. Ross called Bobby to his office so Alex took the moment to call Jim.
“Yeah”
“It’s Alex.”
Jim sat up in bed shoving his playmate’s head back down to his cock. “Don’t stop,” she continued sucking.
“What?”
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“You told me that you were busy all weekend. I…HEY”
Bobby jerked the phone from her hand, “I’m coming for you, Rawlings, get ready.”
Jim threw the phone across the room. It exploded against the wall. “Fucking Goren. He’s gonna pay. They’re all gonna pay.”
He slapped a hand hard on Carrie’s ass causing her to jump and suck him faster and harder.
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“What the hell do you think you are doing?”
I’d have let you kept him talking but the phone’s a throwaway so all we got was the Upper East Side. Your boyfriend kidnapped and planned to rape and kill Dr Rodgers. His buddy Henry helped her escape.”
Alex’s hand was at her throat and her first thought was how was she going to get her drugs once what she had at home were gone.
In fact she was already shaky. She needed a Xanax.
“I need to run home at lunchtime.”
“Fine. You don’t seem surprised.”
“What?”
“You don’t appear surprised.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. We have paperwork to finish.” She took her purse and rose. I’ll be back in a minute.”
In the ladies room she locked a stall. She’d told herself she wouldn’t do this again. But desperate times… The other pills were enough for her. But she’d used them all. She unfolded the paper and using the small straw snorted the snow white powder up her nose.
She felt the sudden blast inside her brain. Everything came into sharp focus. Everything would be alright. She knew Jim’s dealer. She knew how and where Vice worked. Jim had gone rogue but she had connections and she had Rachael so she’d be okay. She checked her face and clothes for any tell-tell sign of the coke and returned to the squad room.
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Ross had two call outs that morning but he gave both to other detective teams. Near lunchtime he sent Goren on an errand alone making sure Alex was tied up with watching video surveillance for Jim at JFK International.
►►
Bobby was thorough. He found six separate hiding places for her drugs. He also confiscated the sexual instruments as many for torture as pleasure from her bedside table and beneath her bed. He removed the hook from her door frame and ropes from her closet trying not to picture her dangling from it. He might not be able to kill the bastard when he found him, but he was going to hurt the son of a bitch even if it cost him his job,
►►
At Bobby’s return Alex looked at his grim expression and frowned, “What’s wrong.”
“I…I don’t want to talk about it now. Later, okay.”
“Sure.”
Ross met Goren’s eyes and at his indiscernible nod made his call to autopsy.
Alex’s line rang a few moments later, “Eames.. . . . . Uh, well sure. . .uh, okay.”
“Dr. Rodgers wants to talk to me about the Richer case.”
‘Bobby looked up in surprise, “Not both of us.”
Alex grinned, “I think your restlessness irritates her.”
Bobby grinned at that. After the elevator doors shut behind Alex Bobby disappeared into Ross’ office. “Nichols,” Ross bellowed, "Shut the door."
“Goren and I have to go out for the remainder if the day, You’re in charge call me only if its an emergency and I do mean emergency." He gave Nichols a briefing on Rawling and putting Alex into a safe house for protection.
With that Ross and Bobby left the floor together, Ross with a handful of papers. Bobby with Alex’s purse and coat.
♥♥♥
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: EAMES/GOREN/ROSS
WORD COUNT: 630
RATING: R ►LANGUAGE
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO MONEY MADE. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
MONDAY MORNING.
Bobby sat at his desk glancing up at Alex dressed in a green pullover and black slacks. “You look nice this morning.”
“Uh…thanks.”
She stashed her purse and settled into her chair. Ross called Bobby to his office so Alex took the moment to call Jim.
“Yeah”
“It’s Alex.”
Jim sat up in bed shoving his playmate’s head back down to his cock. “Don’t stop,” she continued sucking.
“What?”
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“You told me that you were busy all weekend. I…HEY”
Bobby jerked the phone from her hand, “I’m coming for you, Rawlings, get ready.”
Jim threw the phone across the room. It exploded against the wall. “Fucking Goren. He’s gonna pay. They’re all gonna pay.”
He slapped a hand hard on Carrie’s ass causing her to jump and suck him faster and harder.
►►
“What the hell do you think you are doing?”
I’d have let you kept him talking but the phone’s a throwaway so all we got was the Upper East Side. Your boyfriend kidnapped and planned to rape and kill Dr Rodgers. His buddy Henry helped her escape.”
Alex’s hand was at her throat and her first thought was how was she going to get her drugs once what she had at home were gone.
In fact she was already shaky. She needed a Xanax.
“I need to run home at lunchtime.”
“Fine. You don’t seem surprised.”
“What?”
“You don’t appear surprised.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. We have paperwork to finish.” She took her purse and rose. I’ll be back in a minute.”
In the ladies room she locked a stall. She’d told herself she wouldn’t do this again. But desperate times… The other pills were enough for her. But she’d used them all. She unfolded the paper and using the small straw snorted the snow white powder up her nose.
She felt the sudden blast inside her brain. Everything came into sharp focus. Everything would be alright. She knew Jim’s dealer. She knew how and where Vice worked. Jim had gone rogue but she had connections and she had Rachael so she’d be okay. She checked her face and clothes for any tell-tell sign of the coke and returned to the squad room.
►►
Ross had two call outs that morning but he gave both to other detective teams. Near lunchtime he sent Goren on an errand alone making sure Alex was tied up with watching video surveillance for Jim at JFK International.
►►
Bobby was thorough. He found six separate hiding places for her drugs. He also confiscated the sexual instruments as many for torture as pleasure from her bedside table and beneath her bed. He removed the hook from her door frame and ropes from her closet trying not to picture her dangling from it. He might not be able to kill the bastard when he found him, but he was going to hurt the son of a bitch even if it cost him his job,
►►
At Bobby’s return Alex looked at his grim expression and frowned, “What’s wrong.”
“I…I don’t want to talk about it now. Later, okay.”
“Sure.”
Ross met Goren’s eyes and at his indiscernible nod made his call to autopsy.
Alex’s line rang a few moments later, “Eames.. . . . . Uh, well sure. . .uh, okay.”
“Dr. Rodgers wants to talk to me about the Richer case.”
‘Bobby looked up in surprise, “Not both of us.”
Alex grinned, “I think your restlessness irritates her.”
Bobby grinned at that. After the elevator doors shut behind Alex Bobby disappeared into Ross’ office. “Nichols,” Ross bellowed, "Shut the door."
“Goren and I have to go out for the remainder if the day, You’re in charge call me only if its an emergency and I do mean emergency." He gave Nichols a briefing on Rawling and putting Alex into a safe house for protection.
With that Ross and Bobby left the floor together, Ross with a handful of papers. Bobby with Alex’s purse and coat.
♥♥♥