Partners...or more(pm only)

[AngelofyourNighmares]

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Tara Evans
25
Detective of Special Victims Unit


Tara was a hard ass, but you had to be in her line of work, she had seem horrid images on a daily basis, and working with rape victims, was never easy, but she loved what she did... it gave purpose to her life. She had started right out of highschool, as a cadet, she didn't have it easy as a woman cop either she had to work damn hard to get where she was.. and she had come a long way, leaving little room for relationships.

Tara was also gentle with her victims, that how she got through to them, got them to talk, and got perps to spill there guts.. she was good at her job, that was how she became lead detective... but it hadn't always been that way... she had met someone.. another detective whom was very different then her, he had a more come at them hard demeanor then she did, and he got rough with perps, more then once, he had to go to IAB for his temper.. but he was a damn good partner to her.. he became her partner, when he came into SVU what when she was anout 21 that was over 4 years ago she pondered to herself.

She knew it was stupid to get involved with someone she worked with, she was now going to go for the sergeants exam, and she had no time to be thinking of him.. why was she thinking of him in the first place.. she rubbed her head as she sat at her desk her rookie detective in front of her another woman.. thank god she thought.. no worries to fall in love.

Falling in love with him almost killed her.. he up and just left the department without a word or explanation to her.. no goodbye.. no anything.. she thought they had something.. she opened up to him, gave her all of herself.. and he just walked away from her.. and it almoat destroyed her... little did she know, her captain was stepping down and in he would come as the departments new captain and she would have no idea.. and she still had no idea as to why he left...

(Looking for a long detailed rough/loving/sub/dom/anger role. Pm only)

 

[Othermoose]

Derrick finished his cigeratte with a sigh, flicking it out the open window as he parked his black muscle car. It had been four years since he'd been here. Four years since he'd seen this building. Since he'd seen her...

"Get your shit together man. Still got a job to do." He thought to himself, running his fingers through his long black hair before turning off the car and stepping out. He made his slow way to the building, wishing he didn't have to come back. After four years he felt out of place. More comfortable in a leather jacket and boots than a suit. He tugged his tie uncomfortably as he made his way through the station towards the new captain's office. He heard whispers from officers that recognized him as he passed, but Derrick payed them no mind. There was only one person whose opinion mattered. And he knew he'd have to face her sooner or later. "God I hope it's later." He thought, walking into the captain's office.

"Took your damn time Wilkerson. I thought they'd damned killed you!" Captain Fitzgerald said, happily shaking Derrick's hand. Abraham Firzgerald had run the station since before Derrick had started, he'd been a tough captain, but he loved every man and woman he served with fiercely.

"I think they did Abe." Derrick said, slapping his friend'sshpulder before collapsing on the faded yellow couch in the corner off the office. "Know who's replacing you yet?" Derrick asked opening his lighter before snapping it closed again, a nervous habit he'd picked up as a teenager. "Nah. Not yet. Some hot shot from up state. He's late though." Abe scoffed, leaning against his desk.

The two said nothing, letting the silence stretch into minutes, before Abe finally spoke. "She's doing good. Mad as Hell at you, but good. Hasn't taken a new partner. Or been with anyone else far as I know. I think she misses you. Or at least missed. You don't come up anymore." Abe said quietly. Derrick didn't reply, his expressin blank as he snapped his lighter open and shut.

"What's my new assignment?" Derrick finally asked. "Last one I'll ever give you." Abe sighed. "Homocide. Last night near the docks. The victim is Grace Cross. We've got a witness, a John MacGonagle. He's a fisherman. Said he saw a weird looking guy leaving the slips around one A.M. last night. The time of death is between midnight and one. Check out the scence, question the witness, find the bad guy, you know the drill." Abe said, pulling a case file out of his desk, along with a slate grey 44. Magnum, a black side holster, and a badge. "Welcome back to the force detective." Abe said, as Derrick accepted his gear. "Thanks Abe." Derrick said, strapping the pistol to his side. "I set you up in an office downstairs. It's tiny, but it'll keep you two out of each other's way until you're ready..." Abe said, letting the sentence hang. "Thanks Captain." Derrick said, leaving the office and heading downstairs.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

Tara was busy as usual, she had court, the one part of her job she fucking hated. She had a headache, she met with her D.A. Before to discuss the case. She made sure to have all her ducks in a row. "Kathy I don't care whatever needs to be done just get it done, I want this prick nailed to the wall." Tara voiced to the d.a.

Kathy looked at Tara. "Have I ever gave you doubts before." She replied, and Tara laughed shaking her head no. She couldn't lose this case.. This prick was a serial rapist and put those woman through hell, she wouldn't let him get away with it. She could feel rage well up inside of her, what was it about this case she thought. She knew why, this man had gotten under her skin, she had wanted to kill and wipe the smirk off his face. "You good Tara." She heard Kathy say. Tara would have loved to say yes... But she wasn't. "Sorry rough night." Was all Tara said in response. Kathy eyed her skeptically but she ignored it. "Let's get this show on the road." Kathy stated as they headed towards the courtroom. The courtroom was full as Tara took a seat towards the back until it was time to be called to stand.

She loved watching Kathy run a courtroom she kicked Ass, and she really wanted him to kick his ass. The things this man did to his victim's, Tara seen alot but damn.. He didn't drug... They had to be awake endure.. She shivered at the thoughts... Maybe she was to soft for this anymore. Maybe she just needed a vacation, she hadn't taken leave in such a long time.

She was over thinking way to much..as he proceedings started to take place. There was no way in hell this Bastard was getting off anyway, there was so much evidence stacked up against him and witness statements, testimonies, and i'ds. She took a deep breath what was she really stressing about. Get your fucking Shit together she told herself. So far the case was going good Kathy was on a role.. She felt bad as the victims had to go on the stand and they had to give there testimonies of what happened to them in detail, tears filling there eyes... She breathed deeply.. Poor girls she thought.

Finally she was called to the stand and she gave her statement of the arrest and the girls statements, and she sure as hell wasn't taken back by the defense either she had been here a dozen times before. She waited in the hallway as they waited for the verdict come back. "Kathy you got him by the balls." Shd said softly. Kathy smiled at Tara but knew she was right on way there would be any verdict other than guilty. The verdict did come back guilty and Tara couldn't have been happier two of the girls hugged her and she smiled.

"Drinks tonight, to celebrate?" Kathy asked softly. "Sounds great, I have to wrap up some paperwork I'll meet you at McGills" She said. She took a deep breath and nodded at Kathy before heading back to the office, her head pounding, she needed some Excedrin and soon. She had never been more glad of a case to be over then it would be onto the next one.

 

[Othermoose]

"... Yea, real shady fella. Saw him leavin' the slips, about one last night. He wasn't quite runnin' but he was movin' fast. Nervous. Just looked real off, ya know?" John MacGonagle said to Derrick. "What happened next? You found the victim correct?" Derrick asked, jotting a few things down in his notebook. "That's right. I watched the guy 'till he left. I had a bad feeling about him, so I went to take a look at the dock. Figured he'd stolen something off a boat. Never thought I'd find..." The fisherman took his hat off and swept his hand through his thinning hair.

"After you found the body?" Derrick asked. "Well I was real shook up. Never seen a body like that. I called the cops, and a few minutes later I was gettin' interviewed." John said. "Had you ever seen the victim before?" Derrick asked. "Nah. I'd remember that face. Real young and pretty. Shoulda been home safe in bed... It's a god damn shame." John said sadly.

"What about the man? Can you remember anything else about him?" Derrick asked. "Nah. He just looked off. It was dark, so I didn't get a good look at him. Sorta tall fella I guess. Maybe around six foot? And he weren't too fat or skinny. Just average lookin' from what I saw. I think he was wearin' a black hoodie. Sorry, but that's all I got." John said. "Thank you very much for your help. Stay in town for the next few days. You're not a suspect, but you may be called as a witness. And if you think of anything else at all, contact me." Derrick said, handing the fisherman a business card. "Will do officer." John said, tucking the card into his pocket as Derrick walked off towards the crime scence.

Derrick ducked under the yellow police tape, his trained eyes already scanning the area for missed clues. It had been a long time since he'd investigated a crime scene, but he'd kept his skill up in the time between his last investigation and now. He reviewed what he knew. The victim had been stabbed multiple times with a pointed object, likely a screwdriver. She had defensive wounds, but no sign of bring bound or forcibly moved. Meaning she likely came to this spot willingly. Why she came, and why she was killed, still needed to be determined. But for now, Derrick's best leads came from the boat owners. If he was lucky, he could find the owners of the boats and get a lead on the case. If he was really lucky, one of the owners would be the murderer and this case would be over quickly. He took down the numbers of all four boats on the dock. "Now for my warrants..." He thought.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

Tara drove back to the office, she needed the silence.. this case had taken alot out of her. She took a deep breath and it didn't take long to get back to the office. She grabbed her things and headed to her desk..word traveled past and everyone was telling her congrats and so forth... she smiled at her fellow officers and detectives and thanked them. She went to her drawer and grabbed the excedrin and popped two of them. The captain called her into his office. "Good job Evans, but ya look like hell." She smirked. Cap Never cugar coated a damn thing. "It was a tough case." She admitted. "Go home, take the rest of the day, don't argue with me.. just take the order." He said. "Fine.'' She said softly and smiled.

"I thought you'd argue with me." He said and shook his head. "No not today, killer fucking headache." She said with a laugh. "Get the hell out of here Evans before I change my mind." Captain said. Tara smiled and walked out of the office. She grabbed her things and headed to her car to head back to her house. She figured she would take a hot bath, read a bit, eat dinner and then head out to meet Kathy for drinks.

She got home, and the first thing she did was throw her things on the sofa, she wasn't really a neat freak, she kept things tidy, but not completely. She took off her shoes, her headache finally starting to mellow out some. She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, she took a long drink and put it back in. She took a long deep breath, and started peeling her clothing from her and then she headed to the bathroom, she started the water and then climbed into the nice hot bath.. the water felt so good against her skin. She closed her eyes, but when she did thoughts of him came into her head... quickly she shook her head.. she didn't need to go there not tonight.. not ever. She finished her bath and dressed in a white tank-top and a tight pair of dark blue jeans, and boots, she brushed her hair and then headed to the kitchen and had a salad, then launged on the sofa to read, instead she fell asleep and before she knew it, it was time to meet Kathy at the bar.

She met Kathy at the bar, and smiled. "I ordered us a bottle of wine, and got us seats in the corner booth." She pointed and they headed that way. "Thank you, I need a drink." Tara said and smiled.

 

[Othermoose]

Derrick had received his warrants and searched the boats. He found the evidence he needed on The Mayweather. A picture of the victim with a young man who seemed to fit the height and weight description of the main suspect. It was a lucky break in the case, and Derrick was on the way to the home of the owner of the boat, Bryan Scott. Bryan's son Kyle was Grace's boyfriend, and he was looking like man Derrick was looking for.

"... Gracie? There's no... You... Are you sure it was Gracie?" Bryan Scott said, his face etched with denial. "Yes. We're sure." Derrick said. "You don't think Kyle... I mean he's had his issues, but murder?" Bryan said, still in shock. "I'm sorry sir, but your son is the number one suspect. If you know where he is, you need to tell me." Derrick said. "No. You're wrong. He couldn't do that. Not to her." Bryan said, his face in his hand. "Your son is wanted Mr. Scott. For murder. He could kill again. I have to find him. And if you don't tell me everything you know, I'll bring you in for obstructing justice." Derrick said firmly. "You're right. You're right. If... If he did it... If he did it he deserves justice. I don't know where he is, but try the abandoned meat packing factory. Him and his friends used to hang out there. If I think of anything else, I'll give you a ring." Bryan said. "Thank you for your help sir." Derrick said, leaving the house.

Derrick got into his car and drove off towards the factory. He knew he should call in backup, but even before his four years away he never trusted anyone to watch his back. Except for Tara. He thought about her a lot. Especially since he'd come back. He wondered if she thought of him too. If she knew he was even back. Did she still look the way he remembered? Had she moved on? Was she mad at him? No, he knew the answer to that question. She was mad. He knew her well enough to know that. A better question to ask would be how mad is she? Would she shoot him when she saw him again? Or just punch him in the face?

"Fuck!" Derrick shouted, punching the steering wheel. It was too much to think of her right now. He shook his head and pulled out a cigarette, steering with his knee as he lit it. He pulled the calming smoke into his lungs before exhaling it with a long sigh. "Focus." He thought to himself, taking the ramp off the freeway towards the factory.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

Tara took a long sip of her wine, glad to be enjoying a night out. ''So any new men in your life?'' She heard Kathy ask. Tara almost scoffed at that. ''No to busy for any of that." She said with a smile, she didn't go into any real reasons... and Kathy didn't question her. "How's Danny, and Jamie?'' She asked Kathy about her husband and her son, and she kathy gave her the latest on her family. It was good to see her friend so happy, Kathy was really the only female friend she really had. She took a deep breath and, finished her first glass of wine, she had to drive home, so she knew she better not drink to much.

Kathy looked over at Tara quizzically. "What's that look about, there's something ya want to ask me go ahead." Tara said and looked at her gently. Kathy took a deep breath. "I wasn't going to bring this up, but I need to know..it's been four years, are you still holding onto Derrick?" She asked gently, she knew Tara had a temper and didn't want to anger her, but she was also a blunt friend at the same time. Tara took a deep breath. She wasn't annoyed at Kathy, she was just annoyed at hearing his name, everytime she heard his name it annoyed her, still to this day. "I'm just busy, Kathy.." She hated lying but at the same time she didn't want to admit to the truth. Noone needed to know she couldn't move on because of him, what would they really think of her. She could tell by the look on Kathy's face that she didn't really believe her. ''I know you Tara, but we can let it go." Kathy said softly taking a drink of her own wine.

Tara was thankful for her dropping that subject at least. She sighed. "Im glad we kicked ass on that case today." Kathy said and held her glass up for a toast. Tara held her up as well as they clinked glasses together. "You kicked ass.. that case.. was one of my hardest cases yet." Tara admitted. Kathy looked at her taken aback by her admission. "Tara your one of the toughest detectives I know.. its okay to take a case to heart sometimes, to be soft sometimes..doesn't make you any less better at your job, if anything it makes you better, don't go second guessing yourself.'' She said gently. Tara looked at her gently. ''Thank you." Was all Tara could manage out. Kathy always knew the right thing to say to her.

Since Derrick Kathy was the only person, she had really trusted. "Thank-you for always being there for me, I really do appreciate it." She said softly, she was never a mushy person, she wasnt very good at showing her emotions, but she wanted Kathy to know what her friendship had meant to her. 'Anytime." Kathy said. They finished there wine up, and sat and talked for a bit before they realized it was late and they realized they needed to get home. They said there goodbye's to one another and they both headed home. Tara drove home with the windows down, it felt good, and peaceful but thoughts of Derrick stayed in her mind now and she realized she still wasn't over him. Fuck. Maybe she just needed to hook up with someone to move on. She pulled up to her house but sat in her car for what felt like forever. She took a deep breath and finally walked into her house, maybe she really did need some time away, alone, to the beach or something. All she wanted to do now was lay on the couch and rest. She had a headache. Again.

She rubbed at her temples. It wasn't that late, she thought to herself looking at the clock, what 11:00 pm. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. She grabbed her book and tried to focus but couldn't read. Finally she feel asleep on the couch.

 

[Othermoose]

Derrick turned on his headlights as he continued towards the factory. The drive was taking longer than he thought it would, even with him ignoring the speed limit. He hated driving back roads, especially at night. But this stupid factory was out in the middle of nowhere, so no straight roads. Which was probably why this kid had chosen it as a hiding spot. Derrick knew the kid would be at the factory. It was instinct.

Derrick pulled off the road onto the factory's gravel driveway, but didn't go any further. He shut off the headlights and the engine, before quietly getting out of the car. Derrick didn't know if this kid was dangerous or not, but he wasn't one to take chances. He unlocked his trunk and removed his shotgun, before locking the car and silently moving down the long driveway towards the factory.

Derrick saw a white jeep parked right in front of the factory. Kyle was here. Derrick moved towards the factory a ghost, sticking to the shadows until he was standing underneath his target: a broken open first floor window. He silently climbed into the factory thought the window. He scanned the room he was in, but found no sign of life. "Just need to find him now." He thought, moving deeper into the factory.

Derrick knew he was supposed to announce his presence, but in his opinion that was just a good way to get shot. This kid was dangerous, and shouting would just give the kid time to escape or set traps. Derrick was doing this his way. He cleared the first floor, before climbing the stairs to the second. "If this kid makes me climb to the top floor, I'm throwing his ass off the roof." Derrick thought, searching the second floor.

Derrick was about to move to the third floor, when he heard a familiar sound behind him. He didn't think as he dove for cover behind a wall, as gun bullets thudded into the floor where he was just standing. "Police! Drop it!" Derrick shouted, switching on the flashlight attached to his shot gun. "Fuck you pig!" Kyle shouted back, before firing at the wall Derrick was hiding behind.

Kyle emptied his gun at the wall, pulling the trigger a few more times even after the gun was empty. "Shit!" Kyle hissed, quickly trying to replace the emptied magazine. He heard the cop moving, and looked up to see the butt of a shotgun heading towards his face.

Derrick swung the shotgun with practiced ease, slamming the widen stock into Kyle's face. He watched the criminal crumple to the floor, unconscious and missing a few teeth. Derrick turned the unconscious criminal onto his stomach and cuffed his hands behind his back. "I'd read you your rights, but what's the point." Derrick said, lifting the criminal over his shoulder. "Time to lug your ass back to the station." Derrick thought, heading down the stairs.