Title: SVU of the Caribbean
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Olivia Benson/Elliot Stabler
Rating: PG-13
Length: 480 words
Disclaimer: I am not Dick Wolf.
AN: Written for the SVU AU game - premise: they are all pirates.
SVU of the Caribbean
by
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Cragen's been hearing rumors that interest him - after having been First Mate for this long, Elliot recognizes that gleam he gets in his eye. Benson does too - she catches Elliot's glance and holds it. You see that? her look says, and he nods almost imperceptibly.
Their second day at port, Cragen wants to go ashore. "Stabler," he says. "Benson. You're coming with me. Munch, you're in charge."
"Cap'n," Munch starts, but at Cragen's dour look he shuts up fast. The captain never raises his voice, which makes him even more dangerous. Stabler's seen him calmly and quietly cut off a man's thumb when he crossed him.
In the streets, men start to leer at Benson, despite her men's clothing and ferocious look, but when they see that she's with Cragen and Stabler, they turn away hastily. Elliot smiles to himself. Last time they were here, the three of them killed four men in a tavern brawl and crippled two more.
They go to a different tavern this time, to meet an old friend of Cragen's. While the two of them talk in low voices at a table in a dark corner, Benson and Stabler sit at the next table facing the room, scanning for threats. The room is smoky and dim, the rum is terrible, and more than half the men there have less than half their teeth. Benson keeps her hand on her dagger.
"What's Cragen after?" she asks in a low voice, her eyes still on the room.
Stabler shrugs, watching a shady looking man, covered in tattoos, who's in the corner. Elliot leans a little closer to Olivia. "I heard a rumor about the treasure of the Improbable."
Olivia looks at him sharply. "Really."
He shrugs again, still keeping his eye on the troublemaker in the corner. "It's a rumor," he says. The man in the corner bares his teeth at Elliot, and light reflects off a gold filling.
When Cragen and his friend get up, so do Elliot and Olivia, but the captain gestures at them to sit. "Stay put, you two," he says heartily, as though he's a little drunk. "Enjoy your shore leave." He slaps his buddy on the back. "We've got some business to attend to." He winks and leers, but despite his drunken manner, his eyes are sharp and dangerous. Elliot bets his "friend" won't be alive in the morning.
"Another round?" Olivia says, and he nods. The corners of her mouth are turning up slightly, and he shifts in his seat. They haven't had a shore leave in weeks.
When they leave the tavern, the air smells of mud and piss and the sea, and she looks at him with hooded eyes. He makes a noise deep in his throat and pulls her into the alley running alongside, pushes her against the stone wall and holds her there with his hips.
Weeks since their last shore leave. When she comes she bites his shoulder.
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