SVU - elliot/katie - night out - part 2 - M
title: Night Out - Part 1
fandom: Law & Order SVU
pairing: elliot/katie (ofc)
letter: h for hair-raising - table # 11 for a_to_z_prompts
summary: Katie; undercover.
rating: M.
word count: 2300
warnings/spoilers: Sexual References.
a/n: Katie Summers is an original character of mine who I'm pairing with Detective Elliot Stabler for my fic's in this challenge. You'll get to know more about her as you read :) SVU timeline wise is set during the time Elliot is separated from his wife; around season 5/6.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Law and Order SVU. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Night Out - Part 2
Katie sat in the back of Olivia and Elliot’s unmarked car; waiting. It was after midnight; and the workers were still sawing and chopping away. Katie had to wait until they took a break to even get out of the car. At first it had been exciting; but now after having to sit for three hours, it was just boring; and she was tired.
“Hey; wake up,” Olivia prodded her knee and held a cup of coffee in her face. “Got you this.”
Katie shook her head to wake herself up and made herself drink a mouthful of the coffee, which wasn’t half-bad considering the kind of crap she had to serve at the precinct. “How much longer?”
“Be patient.” Olivia said, smiling kindly. “Munch and Finn are doing laps; and we got another couple of uniforms standing point in the building across from the strip joint.”
“More cops?” Katie furrowed her thin eyebrows. “Who?”
“Matt.” Elliot answered for Olivia.
“And someone on loan from homicide, Agent Jodie Wyatt.” Olivia settled back in her chair and sipped her coffee. “Matt jumped right on board when we asked, said Jodie owed him a favour.”
Suddenly Katie felt nervous. Now she had six police officers watching her in case something went wrong... six? To take down one guy? If he was that dangerous they wouldn’t let Katie near him; would they? He had raped three women... they wanted him off the streets... she was bait...
“I’m gonna do a lap; meet up with Finn,” Olivia said, exiting the car with her coffee in hand. “I’m falling asleep in here.”
“You alright?” Elliot asked Katie through the rear-view mirror as he watched Olivia round the corner up ahead.
“I...” Katie realized her voice was shaking. “I dunno...” She was overcome with a massive wave of anxiety. “Elliot; I don’t think I can do this.”
“Hey,” Elliot turned around in his chair, reached out and took her hand. “Yes you can, I know you can.”
“I can’t! What if he attacks me?”
“I won’t let it get that far; I promise, I’ll be watching the whole time; you’ll never be out of my sight, okay?”
Katie wiped frightened tears from her eyes. “I.. just...”
“You are not weak.” Elliot said; squeezing her hand. “You’re not. That’s why Liv suggested you, that’s why Finn and Munch are out there manning the streets, why Matt and Jodie are keeping watch; we know you’re strong enough to do this; we trust that you can because we know you can.”
“Elliot; it’s Olivia, copy?”
Elliot took his radio off the dashboard and answered her. “Yeh; Liv, go ahead.”
“Guys are clocking off early, starting to pack up. We ready?”
Elliot looked to Katie; who gave him an affirming nod. “Good to go. Stay put.” He set his radio down. “Are we good to go?” He asked Katie again.
“As good as I’ll ever be.” Katie said; forcing a strained smile to her face. “One block ahead, right?”
“Can’t miss it; head towards the bus stop and keep walking. Matt’ll have eyes on you,” Elliot still had a hold of her hand. “You need help, you want out - signal us; take your phone out of your bag and we’ll be there in seconds, ok?”
“I got it, El,” Katie said; pulling her hand from his. “You’re in my ear.” She smiled, stronger this time, and exited the car.
Her legs were shaking and it had nothing to do with the cold; she was starting to sweat under her thin sweater even as a chilling wind swept across her shoulders. Her mind was in complete flight mode; she shouldn’t be doing this. No matter what Elliot said; she was unprepared for this; but it was too late to back out now. In her own mind, that is. She’d committed to this; she would see it through. If it were Bonnie; she’d have the strength to do it. Bonnie was fearless; she had to get that from somewhere, and they shared DNA, somewhere in Katie there had to be a little chromosomal thread of that vigour.
The strip club wasn’t hard to miss; the outline of a naked woman flickering so it looked as though she was cocking her leg up every second blink of the neon light. However, besides that light; there was no other illumination inside the building; the workers were on top of it; climbing down ladders or milling around a truck, packing up for the night.
Taking a deep breath, Katie clutched her hands around the arm of her purse and walked closer to them. Each inhale she reminded herself that she had police watching her; she only had to appear vulnerable; she wasn’t in any danger. Olivia had a hell of a right hook and she’d seen Elliot tackle a six foot, 200 pound criminal right off his feet.
Katie had good eyes on her; and she tried to keep that as her only thought as she primly walked past the workers. Most of them ignored her; or just gave her a quick glance; a couple kept ogling on her as she walked away, but Katie just kept her head forward and tried to slow down her racing heartbeat.
“Katie; take it slow, okay?”
The crackle of Olivia’s voice in her ear made Katie jump, but she covered it by pretending it was a cold shiver and tucked her arms under her armpits.
“Brush your hair out of your eyes if you’re okay to keep going.”
Without hesitation, Katie smoothed her fringe over her ear, took another deep breath, and slowed her walking.
“Okay, good. I’ll be in touch; keep going.”
The streetlight Katie approached was flickering on and off, which gave the empty street a very film noir, despite the smell of asphalt, garbage and dog urine, it was almost like a movie set.
“Katie, take the left into the alley, it connects to the adjoining street, there’s a bus stop; that’s your location, ok? That’s where we’ll have a car pick you up. Cough if you hear me.”
Katie covered her mouth and dry coughed her reply to Olivia and casually directed herself into the alley. It wasn’t as dark as she would have thought; the street light up at the other end was as bright as ever and cast a yellow glow throughout the alleyway. It was a thin path; a sedan vehicle might be able to squeeze through, if it weren’t for the massive dumpsters lining the brick walls.
There was a scraping noise to her left, and Katie spotted the bright green eyes of a feral cat, hissing at her for coming too close to its dinner of half an uneaten take-away burger. As Katie walked passed, the cat scurried into the dumpster, and apparently ran into another cat because there was loud growling a moment later.
Katie always felt sorry for stray cats; when she was little she and Bonnie would dream about having a big house when they were older where all the unwanted animals could come and live. Katie just wanted cats and dogs, but Bonnie was open to all animals. Horses, chickens, even lizards and-
Clunk!
Something heavy fell on Katie’s head; it felt like the weight of a brick had dropped on her. It made her stumble, and her vision went starry. Before she could even shake her head to get her bearings, a gruff hand was grabbing her shoulder. The next thing she knew; she was face to face with the pavement, her head half in a puddle of murky water with something warm running down her face onto her lips. Blood. Warm and copious.
Something shocked her ear; like a quick electric zap. Her earpiece; it was in the puddle. Gone. Contact with Olivia and Elliot was out; they would know she was in trouble. Someone would come and help her.
Katie had no idea who was on top of her; but he smelled like an oil drum filled with dirty laundry. His knees were pinned around her hips as he turned her over. Katie could make out the blurry face of a Caucasian man above her; but every time her head throbbed her eyes flickered closed and it seemed to take all her energy to open them again.
Now there was a noise... soft... almost like a grunt... he was speaking to her... and she could see a glint of metal bouncing light from the street lamp... sharp metal... a knife...
“Pretty little girl.” He purred.
xxx
As soon as Katie’s earpiece went dark, Elliot was out of his car. He snatched up his radio as he opened the door and relayed to Olivia to find Katie A-SAP; she was in danger. Matt had radioed Elliot; told him three of the men followed in Katie’s direction; but only one hung back.
It was him, Warren; the rapist; he was in the alley and he had Katie.
The road was a blur under Elliot’s feet as he bolted passed the strip club, earning him a few puzzled looks from the last remaining workers hanging by their truck; and then he swerved down the alleyway.
Warren was hunched over Katie’s body; Elliot recognized her blonde hair shimmering under the florescent streetlight. She was still; sickeningly lifeless. Elliot swiftly pulled his gun from his waistband and aimed it at Warren’s back. “Police! Get your hands in the air!” He hollered. For a brief second, Warren turned and caught Elliot’s eyes. His gaze chilled Elliot to the bone; he was so cold, so inhumane. And then he was gone; sprang up off Katie and sprinted to the end of the alley.
Elliot could already see Finn and Olivia advancing on Warren as he ran towards them, so he was able to run straight to Katie. She was unconscious. “Katie?” There was blood smeared across her forehead and through her hair, her shoulders were bruised, her shirt was ripped open exposing her bra, and her skirt was pushed up her thighs, red marks just above her knees, he’d grabbed her.
“El?” Olivia was running towards him. “This is Detective Benson!” She yelled into her radio. “I need a bus to my location NOW!”
“You get him?”
“Finn’s got him.” Olivia said, panting heavily as she arrived by Katie. “Oh, my God.”
“She’s breathing.” Elliot said, removing his zip-up jacket and wrapping it around Katie’s shoulder, pushing her skirt down as he did.
“Where you runnin, man!” Finn’s voice echoed down the alley as he easily held Warren by the back of his shirt, yanking his hands behind his back to snap on his handcuffs.
“Stay with her.” He told Liv. Full of rage pulsing through his veins, Elliot rose to his feet and advanced on the suspect.
“I got him, Elliot.” Finn said, pushing Warren not-so-kindly into the brick wall to keep him in place.
“You like your women unconscious?” Elliot hissed in Warren’s ear. “So they don’t fight back? Can’t get a real woman; they gotta be knock out for you to have a shot!”
“I want my lawyer!” Warren bellowed.
“No one’s gonna be able to help you now you snivelling little prick; you just assaulted an employee of the police department; you think you’ve got any hope? You got nothing.” He snatched Warren’s cuffed hands from Finn and directed him out of the alley, towards a waiting police car with Matt behind the wheel. “I, on the other hand, have got you by the balls,” Matt exited the car and opened the rear door of the car. Elliot shoved Warren in, purposely cracking his head against the doorframe. “Sorry about that.” He snarled coolly.
“Police brutality!” Warren whined.
“Shut up.” Matt slammed the door in his face.
xxx
Katie awoke feeling like she hadn’t actually slept at all.
Her body was aching, even the motion of blinking her eyes gave her a headache. She could feel something sticking in her hand, her calves were stinging and burning; like from a gravel rash. There was a numbing feeling in her right temple, and her eyes wouldn’t blink as fast as Katie wanted them to; she tried to speak but no sound came out.
“Katie?”
It was Bonnie; her voice was quiet but sweet but scared.
“It’s me; can you hear me?”
“Y-yeah,” Katie coughed and fixed her eyes on her sister’s stricken face. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Bonnie had her hand, and squeezed it tight. “You look fantastic.”
Katie managed a weak smile. “I feel awesome.” She tried to sit up, but Bonnie stopped her and hit the button beside the bed so it lifted her into a more vertical position. “Did they get him?”
“Who?”
“The criminal... the guy... the guy who... attacked me...”
“Yeah; they got him.” Bonnie said. “You got him; you glorified receptionist, you.”
Katie smiled; but that just hurt even more and her eyes watered. “Did he...rape me?” She didn’t feel like she’d been assaulted; but she wasn’t sure of anything at that moment.
“No,” Bonnie said with another squeeze of her hand. “That Elliot guy beat the living crap out of him.”
“Is he here?”
“Katie?”
It was Ben, and he’d been crying. He rushed into the room and right to Katie. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry this happened,” Ben was at her other side, opposite Bonnie, pressing a tentative kiss to her forehead. “I’ll never leave you again; I’m sorry...”
Katie was crying already, not just for the pain searing through her legs, the thumping ache in her temple and the memory of that hideous creep on top of her, the tears that ran down her face were tears of betrayal. Ben was loyal to her; painfully so; and all Katie could think was that she wished it was Elliot holding her hand.
xxx
fandom: Law & Order SVU
pairing: elliot/katie (ofc)
letter: h for hair-raising - table # 11 for a_to_z_prompts
summary: Katie; undercover.
rating: M.
word count: 2300
warnings/spoilers: Sexual References.
a/n: Katie Summers is an original character of mine who I'm pairing with Detective Elliot Stabler for my fic's in this challenge. You'll get to know more about her as you read :) SVU timeline wise is set during the time Elliot is separated from his wife; around season 5/6.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Law and Order SVU. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Night Out - Part 2
Katie sat in the back of Olivia and Elliot’s unmarked car; waiting. It was after midnight; and the workers were still sawing and chopping away. Katie had to wait until they took a break to even get out of the car. At first it had been exciting; but now after having to sit for three hours, it was just boring; and she was tired.
“Hey; wake up,” Olivia prodded her knee and held a cup of coffee in her face. “Got you this.”
Katie shook her head to wake herself up and made herself drink a mouthful of the coffee, which wasn’t half-bad considering the kind of crap she had to serve at the precinct. “How much longer?”
“Be patient.” Olivia said, smiling kindly. “Munch and Finn are doing laps; and we got another couple of uniforms standing point in the building across from the strip joint.”
“More cops?” Katie furrowed her thin eyebrows. “Who?”
“Matt.” Elliot answered for Olivia.
“And someone on loan from homicide, Agent Jodie Wyatt.” Olivia settled back in her chair and sipped her coffee. “Matt jumped right on board when we asked, said Jodie owed him a favour.”
Suddenly Katie felt nervous. Now she had six police officers watching her in case something went wrong... six? To take down one guy? If he was that dangerous they wouldn’t let Katie near him; would they? He had raped three women... they wanted him off the streets... she was bait...
“I’m gonna do a lap; meet up with Finn,” Olivia said, exiting the car with her coffee in hand. “I’m falling asleep in here.”
“You alright?” Elliot asked Katie through the rear-view mirror as he watched Olivia round the corner up ahead.
“I...” Katie realized her voice was shaking. “I dunno...” She was overcome with a massive wave of anxiety. “Elliot; I don’t think I can do this.”
“Hey,” Elliot turned around in his chair, reached out and took her hand. “Yes you can, I know you can.”
“I can’t! What if he attacks me?”
“I won’t let it get that far; I promise, I’ll be watching the whole time; you’ll never be out of my sight, okay?”
Katie wiped frightened tears from her eyes. “I.. just...”
“You are not weak.” Elliot said; squeezing her hand. “You’re not. That’s why Liv suggested you, that’s why Finn and Munch are out there manning the streets, why Matt and Jodie are keeping watch; we know you’re strong enough to do this; we trust that you can because we know you can.”
“Elliot; it’s Olivia, copy?”
Elliot took his radio off the dashboard and answered her. “Yeh; Liv, go ahead.”
“Guys are clocking off early, starting to pack up. We ready?”
Elliot looked to Katie; who gave him an affirming nod. “Good to go. Stay put.” He set his radio down. “Are we good to go?” He asked Katie again.
“As good as I’ll ever be.” Katie said; forcing a strained smile to her face. “One block ahead, right?”
“Can’t miss it; head towards the bus stop and keep walking. Matt’ll have eyes on you,” Elliot still had a hold of her hand. “You need help, you want out - signal us; take your phone out of your bag and we’ll be there in seconds, ok?”
“I got it, El,” Katie said; pulling her hand from his. “You’re in my ear.” She smiled, stronger this time, and exited the car.
Her legs were shaking and it had nothing to do with the cold; she was starting to sweat under her thin sweater even as a chilling wind swept across her shoulders. Her mind was in complete flight mode; she shouldn’t be doing this. No matter what Elliot said; she was unprepared for this; but it was too late to back out now. In her own mind, that is. She’d committed to this; she would see it through. If it were Bonnie; she’d have the strength to do it. Bonnie was fearless; she had to get that from somewhere, and they shared DNA, somewhere in Katie there had to be a little chromosomal thread of that vigour.
The strip club wasn’t hard to miss; the outline of a naked woman flickering so it looked as though she was cocking her leg up every second blink of the neon light. However, besides that light; there was no other illumination inside the building; the workers were on top of it; climbing down ladders or milling around a truck, packing up for the night.
Taking a deep breath, Katie clutched her hands around the arm of her purse and walked closer to them. Each inhale she reminded herself that she had police watching her; she only had to appear vulnerable; she wasn’t in any danger. Olivia had a hell of a right hook and she’d seen Elliot tackle a six foot, 200 pound criminal right off his feet.
Katie had good eyes on her; and she tried to keep that as her only thought as she primly walked past the workers. Most of them ignored her; or just gave her a quick glance; a couple kept ogling on her as she walked away, but Katie just kept her head forward and tried to slow down her racing heartbeat.
“Katie; take it slow, okay?”
The crackle of Olivia’s voice in her ear made Katie jump, but she covered it by pretending it was a cold shiver and tucked her arms under her armpits.
“Brush your hair out of your eyes if you’re okay to keep going.”
Without hesitation, Katie smoothed her fringe over her ear, took another deep breath, and slowed her walking.
“Okay, good. I’ll be in touch; keep going.”
The streetlight Katie approached was flickering on and off, which gave the empty street a very film noir, despite the smell of asphalt, garbage and dog urine, it was almost like a movie set.
“Katie, take the left into the alley, it connects to the adjoining street, there’s a bus stop; that’s your location, ok? That’s where we’ll have a car pick you up. Cough if you hear me.”
Katie covered her mouth and dry coughed her reply to Olivia and casually directed herself into the alley. It wasn’t as dark as she would have thought; the street light up at the other end was as bright as ever and cast a yellow glow throughout the alleyway. It was a thin path; a sedan vehicle might be able to squeeze through, if it weren’t for the massive dumpsters lining the brick walls.
There was a scraping noise to her left, and Katie spotted the bright green eyes of a feral cat, hissing at her for coming too close to its dinner of half an uneaten take-away burger. As Katie walked passed, the cat scurried into the dumpster, and apparently ran into another cat because there was loud growling a moment later.
Katie always felt sorry for stray cats; when she was little she and Bonnie would dream about having a big house when they were older where all the unwanted animals could come and live. Katie just wanted cats and dogs, but Bonnie was open to all animals. Horses, chickens, even lizards and-
Clunk!
Something heavy fell on Katie’s head; it felt like the weight of a brick had dropped on her. It made her stumble, and her vision went starry. Before she could even shake her head to get her bearings, a gruff hand was grabbing her shoulder. The next thing she knew; she was face to face with the pavement, her head half in a puddle of murky water with something warm running down her face onto her lips. Blood. Warm and copious.
Something shocked her ear; like a quick electric zap. Her earpiece; it was in the puddle. Gone. Contact with Olivia and Elliot was out; they would know she was in trouble. Someone would come and help her.
Katie had no idea who was on top of her; but he smelled like an oil drum filled with dirty laundry. His knees were pinned around her hips as he turned her over. Katie could make out the blurry face of a Caucasian man above her; but every time her head throbbed her eyes flickered closed and it seemed to take all her energy to open them again.
Now there was a noise... soft... almost like a grunt... he was speaking to her... and she could see a glint of metal bouncing light from the street lamp... sharp metal... a knife...
“Pretty little girl.” He purred.
xxx
As soon as Katie’s earpiece went dark, Elliot was out of his car. He snatched up his radio as he opened the door and relayed to Olivia to find Katie A-SAP; she was in danger. Matt had radioed Elliot; told him three of the men followed in Katie’s direction; but only one hung back.
It was him, Warren; the rapist; he was in the alley and he had Katie.
The road was a blur under Elliot’s feet as he bolted passed the strip club, earning him a few puzzled looks from the last remaining workers hanging by their truck; and then he swerved down the alleyway.
Warren was hunched over Katie’s body; Elliot recognized her blonde hair shimmering under the florescent streetlight. She was still; sickeningly lifeless. Elliot swiftly pulled his gun from his waistband and aimed it at Warren’s back. “Police! Get your hands in the air!” He hollered. For a brief second, Warren turned and caught Elliot’s eyes. His gaze chilled Elliot to the bone; he was so cold, so inhumane. And then he was gone; sprang up off Katie and sprinted to the end of the alley.
Elliot could already see Finn and Olivia advancing on Warren as he ran towards them, so he was able to run straight to Katie. She was unconscious. “Katie?” There was blood smeared across her forehead and through her hair, her shoulders were bruised, her shirt was ripped open exposing her bra, and her skirt was pushed up her thighs, red marks just above her knees, he’d grabbed her.
“El?” Olivia was running towards him. “This is Detective Benson!” She yelled into her radio. “I need a bus to my location NOW!”
“You get him?”
“Finn’s got him.” Olivia said, panting heavily as she arrived by Katie. “Oh, my God.”
“She’s breathing.” Elliot said, removing his zip-up jacket and wrapping it around Katie’s shoulder, pushing her skirt down as he did.
“Where you runnin, man!” Finn’s voice echoed down the alley as he easily held Warren by the back of his shirt, yanking his hands behind his back to snap on his handcuffs.
“Stay with her.” He told Liv. Full of rage pulsing through his veins, Elliot rose to his feet and advanced on the suspect.
“I got him, Elliot.” Finn said, pushing Warren not-so-kindly into the brick wall to keep him in place.
“You like your women unconscious?” Elliot hissed in Warren’s ear. “So they don’t fight back? Can’t get a real woman; they gotta be knock out for you to have a shot!”
“I want my lawyer!” Warren bellowed.
“No one’s gonna be able to help you now you snivelling little prick; you just assaulted an employee of the police department; you think you’ve got any hope? You got nothing.” He snatched Warren’s cuffed hands from Finn and directed him out of the alley, towards a waiting police car with Matt behind the wheel. “I, on the other hand, have got you by the balls,” Matt exited the car and opened the rear door of the car. Elliot shoved Warren in, purposely cracking his head against the doorframe. “Sorry about that.” He snarled coolly.
“Police brutality!” Warren whined.
“Shut up.” Matt slammed the door in his face.
xxx
Katie awoke feeling like she hadn’t actually slept at all.
Her body was aching, even the motion of blinking her eyes gave her a headache. She could feel something sticking in her hand, her calves were stinging and burning; like from a gravel rash. There was a numbing feeling in her right temple, and her eyes wouldn’t blink as fast as Katie wanted them to; she tried to speak but no sound came out.
“Katie?”
It was Bonnie; her voice was quiet but sweet but scared.
“It’s me; can you hear me?”
“Y-yeah,” Katie coughed and fixed her eyes on her sister’s stricken face. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Bonnie had her hand, and squeezed it tight. “You look fantastic.”
Katie managed a weak smile. “I feel awesome.” She tried to sit up, but Bonnie stopped her and hit the button beside the bed so it lifted her into a more vertical position. “Did they get him?”
“Who?”
“The criminal... the guy... the guy who... attacked me...”
“Yeah; they got him.” Bonnie said. “You got him; you glorified receptionist, you.”
Katie smiled; but that just hurt even more and her eyes watered. “Did he...rape me?” She didn’t feel like she’d been assaulted; but she wasn’t sure of anything at that moment.
“No,” Bonnie said with another squeeze of her hand. “That Elliot guy beat the living crap out of him.”
“Is he here?”
“Katie?”
It was Ben, and he’d been crying. He rushed into the room and right to Katie. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry this happened,” Ben was at her other side, opposite Bonnie, pressing a tentative kiss to her forehead. “I’ll never leave you again; I’m sorry...”
Katie was crying already, not just for the pain searing through her legs, the thumping ache in her temple and the memory of that hideous creep on top of her, the tears that ran down her face were tears of betrayal. Ben was loyal to her; painfully so; and all Katie could think was that she wished it was Elliot holding her hand.
xxx