Title: Hunter & Prey
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Genre: SVU/Mr. & Mrs.Smith crossover
Rating: PG, for now, but there's no denying there'll be hot lesbian nookie to come.
Summary: On forced leave, Olivia vacations in Paradise.
A/N: This is my attempt to
fulfill a request for an SVU/MMS crossover. I admit, I still haven't
seen the movie. (I know). But, I figured, it shouldn't be that hard to
do an Alex plays assassin and Olivia finds out...with sexy results.
Chapter One
“You need a vacation, Detective.”
“I know, Sir,” Olivia slumped in the chair, gingerly placing the icepack onto her bruised eye. “It’s just..”
“That wasn’t an observation.” Cragen leaned forward in his seat. Hands
clasped together. He stared at her sternly. A glare that told her she’d
crossed the line and there would be no finagling her way out of it this
time. A glare that said she’d take her lumps and like it. “I don’t
wanna see your face for the next two weeks. And, if I do, I’m putting
you on administrative leave.”
**
Her hands were shaking. She clenched them into fists repeatedly, trying
to still the tremors. Repeatedly wiped the condensation accumulating on
her palms onto her thighs.
The room was adequate enough. Neither too small nor too large. The
walls painted a faded cream color. An old sink with rusted pipes. A
closet with no doors, several wire clothes hangers hung weakly from a
skewed bar. The sun broke through the slats of the windows, painting
the room in bands of golden light.
The only sounds came from the streets below and the soft hum of the
overhead fan above. It wasn’t enough to subdue the stifling heat of the
room or dry the sweat sticking to her skin, just maintain a light
breeze.
She knelt down onto the floor, pulling the rectangular metal suitcase
towards her. Quickly and efficiently assembled the various metal pieces
into the tool she’d memorized by heart.
She didn’t have any pictures or ID or any of the accruements that one
dressed as she was, a tourist, would have. This was her life now. A
ghost. A shadow. And as she opened the wooden slats and peered out at
the street below, gazing through the crosshairs, wondered if she would
ever be the person she used to.
**
“First time?” the cab driver smiled at Olivia through the rearview mirror.
“Yea,” she smiled half-heartedly. The place was, in a word,
breathtaking. Crystal clear waters and white beaches that met a lush,
tropical green landscape as far as the eye could see. Where the people
all smiled and nodded as she walked by. And still, she couldn’t relax.
Because, it wasn’t New York. There was no SVU for her to walk in to. A
place where she belonged, where she was needed. For Olivia, it was a
vacation in Hell.
“Well, if you need anything,” he pulled the car to her hotel, speaking
in a thick Caribbean accent Olivia was amazed she could decipher. He
turned, giving her his best local smile while handing her his business
card. Even in Paradise, commerce ruled. “You call ‘ol Buck-Buck. I find
anything you need. Take you anywhere you need to go.”
Olivia smiled politely, handing him an extra twenty before tucking the
card in her breast pocket. No point in turning down a connection.
She slid out of the taxi. Ran a hand through her recently shorn hair
before pulling her sunglasses on top of her head. Inhaled deeply,
taking in the scents of clean Pacific air filled with tropical fauna as
Buck-Buck pulled her luggage from the trunk. It wasn't New York. But,
she had to admit, it wasn't bad either.
The Hotel was one of those places Olivia would never have seen herself
checking in to. It was a hotel for high society, for the rich and
powerful, not a New York Detective on a New York salary. Even now, a
limo had arrogantly pulled in front of her modest taxi, blocking the
entranceway. Bellboys and the concierge scurried out of the gold gilded
glass doors, all white gloves and crisply pressed uniforms. She
passively watched the man get out of car. Had seen types like him, all
her life. Arrogance and entitlement all rolled into one.
**
She took one last glance back at her case. At the 5 by 6 photo taped to
the open lid. Grayish black hair, brown eyes. She returned her
attentions to her scope. Calculated the trajectory, wind speed,
humidity, temperature. All the configurations needed to place the tiny
piece of metal into the center of her target's head.
She'd told herself she could do this. Repeated the mantra over and over
again, willing herself to believe she was the person she'd thought she
was.
Her sight on the hotel entrance. She watched as the limo pulled up to
the front entrance. Clicked off the safety. Edged her finger towards
the trigger.
**
Olivia normally wouldn't have paid guys like him any mind. But, even in
Paradise, something didn't seem right. She thought it was ill ease at
being on vacation. At the idea of what had sent her here in the first
place.
Then, she saw the unmistakable little red dot inching its way up the man's back.
“Gun!” Olivia shouted. Ran across the pavement, launched herself over
the trunk of the limo. Arms outstretched, she practically clothes-lined
the man just as glass exploded around them. Someone screamed. The
bellboys scattered like a flock of frightened birds.
Just as quickly, Olivia was on her feet. Instinctively reaching for her
gun only to remember she hadn’t brought it along. “Shit.” Her eyes
scanned across the landscape. That shot had been close. A flash of
light in a window caught her eye.
**
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” How could she have missed? How could she have been
so stupid? She’d been seen. That much she knew. By whom, she couldn’t
say. Shocked at the near miss, she’d stayed in position too long.
Quickly, her hands disassembled the rifle, placing it perfectly back
into its case. She had an escape plan. Her mind unable to wrap itself
around the idea that she’d actually need to use it.
**
Heart in throat. Legs pumping beneath her, Olivia ran. Down tourist
crawled streets. Past duty free shop selling perfume, liquor,
cigarettes and cheap t-shirts. Past bright pastel colored buildings
with colonial French décor. She cut through a tight alleyway, taking
her towards the back of Tourist row. Towards where she saw the shooters
building. Heard the unmistakable screech of tires on pavement. Someone
was leaving in a hurry.
She took off towards the vehicle. Caught a glimpse of a red Jeep skidding tightly around a corner.
“What the Hell was that?” Buck Buck, dreads hanging out his window, gaped at Olivia.
“Buck Buck,” she dashed around the car, sliding into the passenger’s side. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks to follow that car.”
The words every cab driver loved to hear, even in paradise.
“Yes ma’am.” The car lurched forward in a fit of black smoke and an even worse sound sputtering from the engine.
The suspect had a good lead. A speck of red, wheels barely gripping the
twisted one-lane road, leading the up the winding island hills.
“Where the Hell’s he going?” Olivia asked. “We’re on an island.”
“There’s an airstrip on the other side.”
“Another one? How many damn airports does one island need?”
“I said airstrip,” he replied in his thick accent. “Hold on.”
He jerked the steering column hard, avoiding an on coming car. The
driver honked furiously as they passed. She felt her stomach drop
somewhere around her ankles. The island was small but the hills were
steep. As Buck Buck maintained control of the car, she dared a glimpse
at the steep drop off just inches from the road. Another wrong move and
she’d be seeing the bottom of it, real quick.
She watched as the Jeep disappeared around another hairpin turn. Grit
her teeth at losing sight of the suspect. Although, she wasn’t exactly
sure what she’d do once they caught up. She didn’t have her gun. Didn’t
have any authority. Which put her at a slight disadvantage.
They turned the corner, Buck Buck immediately slammed on the brakes.
Olivia planted her hands on the dashboard to keep from flying through
the front window.
A car blocked the road. The front smashed into a tree, the engine spewing thick white smoke.
The two hurried out of the car. Olivia was the first to the driver’s
side door. The airbag had activated. The driver holding his head.
“Where’s the other driver?”
He pointed with his finger. Towards the embankment. Olivia followed the
black tire marks scratched on the road. At the precise cut in the
trees. And down below, an overturned red Jeep, its wheels still
spinning. Suddenly, she caught the site of movement in the thick brush
and realized the suspect was on the move.
She launched herself down the embankment. Slip sliding over the foliage
as it crushed beneath her feet. Branches whipped at her face, her arms,
her legs. This time, she had the advantage. She wasn’t the one who’d
just rolled her vehicle asshole over elbows down an embankment. Gaining
ground, she could see the suspect ahead of her. Noted the slight limp
in his run. The trees blocked her view, but she could see him
nonetheless. A few more feet. Just a few more feet.
The suspect turned to the left, disappearing behind a thick patch of
bushes. Olivia grinned. He’d made his first mistake. Was attempting to
cut back up the hill, towards the airstrip. She took the angle, hoping
to gain ground in front of him.
A shake of a bush and Olivia threw herself into the trees. Grabbed
shoulder and shirt and flesh, hung on for dear life. But her speed was
too fast, inertia, gravity took the two of them backwards, down the
hill. The suspect fighting her the entire way down, arms flailing, legs
kicking, Olivia locked on like a pitbull. Even as the ground repeatedly
battered her body, Olivia maintained her grip.
They landed heavily on a level piece of ground. Olivia the first to
regain her composure as she flopped onto the suspects back. He was
smaller than she’d realized. Slight, rail thin with a wiry strength.
“It’s over,” she growled, grabbing him by the shoulder and flipping him
over. Except, it wasn’t a ‘him’ at all. Her body froze. Eyes snapped
wide in shock. Below her wasn’t a man at all.
It was Alex.
The hair was slightly shorter. Her skin tan from the sun. But, there
was no mistaking the eyes, or the lips, or the feel of her body beneath
Olivia’s.
“Alex?”
Alex took the brief moment, the moment when Olivia looked at her in
shock and her muscles relaxed just slightly, took the moment to rear
her hand back, curl it into a fist and punched Olivia solidly across
the jaw.
After that, all Olivia saw was black.
End Chapter One