mini-ficlet
Title: Observations from behind the mirror.
For heyuwiththeface, with the prompt "strain", restriction: no sex.
Warning: Not beta'd, and it's 4.17am. Any mistakes are all mine.
Pairing: Casey/Olivia.
Rating: PG
Word count: 526
Casey watched from the observation room. Olivia was interrogating a perp on her own. He had reacted well to her, trying to bait her with small clues, but clammed up whenever a man came near him. Clearly he liked the idea of outsmarting a woman. Elliot was on the other side of the door, ready to burst in with a seconds notice and haul him off if things got rough, but currently, they were sitting on opposite sides of the table, Neither directly facing the mirror, giving Casey a side view of both of them.
She spent a moment studying the man. Watching how his muscles rippled menacingly as he tensed his shoulders, how his neck was sharp, angular, his adams apple bobbing with every nervous swallow. She turned her attention to Olivia. Sitting back nonchalantly in the chair, the casual observer would have thought that she was relaxed. Casey knew differently. She saw the tension in her shoulders, the vein in her arm that popped out whenever she was ready to go in for the kill, the way her jaw was set.
She watched, not really listening, able to follow what was going on just from Olivia’s body language. A language that no-one else could read, aside from possibly Elliot. She watched, seemingly in slow motion as Olivia said something to antagonise the man across from her, and she was out of her chair before Casey even noticed him move. Her knee on his back, she had him on the floor and cuffed by the time Elliot burst in moments later. Hauling him to his feet, Casey watched the sinews of her neck straining with the effort, the only indication that he weighed more than a feather. Olivia had him bent over the table, bending over him and hissing something indecipherable into his ear. Casey laughed to herself as he struggled against his bonds. She knew from experience there was no point trying to overthrow Olivia when she was in this mindset. She instead watched as the detective pushed him harder into the table with one hard thrust, and left the room, leaving Elliot to deal with him.
Casey was snapped from her thoughts as Olivia entered the room. “Think that’s enough to take him to trial?” She asked with a shit-eating grin on her face. Casey honestly had no idea what was actually said in the room, but she knew Olivia’s post-fight victory face very well, and trusted her instincts implicitly.
“I’ll have to review the tapes, but I don’t see why not,” she replied with a smile. “I need to talk to you about your handling of the suspects though. I’m sure his attorney will cry brutality from the way you bent him over that table, and I have a feeling your girlfriend would get rather jealous if she saw.”
“Well it’s a good thing his attorney wasn’t here to see it then, and as for my girlfriend, Casey never comes in to the precinct, and ADA Novak would never tell on me.” She replied with a smirk., heading back to help Elliot take the perp down to central bookings for the night.
For heyuwiththeface, with the prompt "strain", restriction: no sex.
Warning: Not beta'd, and it's 4.17am. Any mistakes are all mine.
Pairing: Casey/Olivia.
Rating: PG
Word count: 526
Casey watched from the observation room. Olivia was interrogating a perp on her own. He had reacted well to her, trying to bait her with small clues, but clammed up whenever a man came near him. Clearly he liked the idea of outsmarting a woman. Elliot was on the other side of the door, ready to burst in with a seconds notice and haul him off if things got rough, but currently, they were sitting on opposite sides of the table, Neither directly facing the mirror, giving Casey a side view of both of them.
She spent a moment studying the man. Watching how his muscles rippled menacingly as he tensed his shoulders, how his neck was sharp, angular, his adams apple bobbing with every nervous swallow. She turned her attention to Olivia. Sitting back nonchalantly in the chair, the casual observer would have thought that she was relaxed. Casey knew differently. She saw the tension in her shoulders, the vein in her arm that popped out whenever she was ready to go in for the kill, the way her jaw was set.
She watched, not really listening, able to follow what was going on just from Olivia’s body language. A language that no-one else could read, aside from possibly Elliot. She watched, seemingly in slow motion as Olivia said something to antagonise the man across from her, and she was out of her chair before Casey even noticed him move. Her knee on his back, she had him on the floor and cuffed by the time Elliot burst in moments later. Hauling him to his feet, Casey watched the sinews of her neck straining with the effort, the only indication that he weighed more than a feather. Olivia had him bent over the table, bending over him and hissing something indecipherable into his ear. Casey laughed to herself as he struggled against his bonds. She knew from experience there was no point trying to overthrow Olivia when she was in this mindset. She instead watched as the detective pushed him harder into the table with one hard thrust, and left the room, leaving Elliot to deal with him.
Casey was snapped from her thoughts as Olivia entered the room. “Think that’s enough to take him to trial?” She asked with a shit-eating grin on her face. Casey honestly had no idea what was actually said in the room, but she knew Olivia’s post-fight victory face very well, and trusted her instincts implicitly.
“I’ll have to review the tapes, but I don’t see why not,” she replied with a smile. “I need to talk to you about your handling of the suspects though. I’m sure his attorney will cry brutality from the way you bent him over that table, and I have a feeling your girlfriend would get rather jealous if she saw.”
“Well it’s a good thing his attorney wasn’t here to see it then, and as for my girlfriend, Casey never comes in to the precinct, and ADA Novak would never tell on me.” She replied with a smirk., heading back to help Elliot take the perp down to central bookings for the night.