Undercover

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When y/n finally dropped they keys into her new apartment, she brushed the shoes that already felt like large cement rocks on her feet off and went straight to her bed. She was walking slowly, the doctors have wrapped her wounds, but they were still a painful process she has to go through. Everything that was laying on the ground ignored she at first until she realized. It was not the way Jason promised her how it was supposed to look.

The way her books were laying on the ground opened as if someone looked for something inside of it. Her drawers were pulled out and spread on the ground, one was even broken. Clearly someone was looking for something specific, but y/n wasn't hiding anything about that mission in her apartment and there was no possible way that anyone of the cartel knew that she was undercover.

There were two possibilities. Someone either broke in, searching for possible jewelry, money or any expensive documents, or the SVU looked through her stuff. Her first guess was the SVU since they hope that there was at least a little worth was still.

But y/n wasn't suprised. She should've expected this after they've found out the real image of Sasha bellour. Good for her that she never has to hear that name again.

Maybe I can just enjoy one glass of wine and celebrate the end of the operation by myself she thought. But never mind, her whole body was shaking as if something was missing. As if she was missing something that her body was desperately calling for. She knew that it will be hard to get rid of this.

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In the meanwhile the team was still struck by the sudden information. Everyone did feel a little sorry for her, but how did y/n not feel the urge to expose the fact to her closest friends that she never actually died, and that they possibly put an innocent person to jail for a murder that was never committed? She lives five years without showing herself, Sasha bellour stayed hidden for so long until she shot Carisi and almost exposing the operation and being killed. That stupid raid.

„I can't believe that my first interaction with her was through a bullet that luckily didn't hit any important areas."

„She is a great archer. If she wanted you dead, you'd be dead."

„alright.- oh my- Olivia." Carisi almost whispered as he realized.

Her lieutenant took a deep breath in and realized what he was hinting at. „I had a picture of her in my office, I was honoring her every single day I took a look at this frame. And I almost killed her."

„You didn't nothing wrong Liv." Amanda assured her. „She did her Job, if anyone did something wrong it was us. Her apartment is still a mess and we didn't even get the idea to clean up anything. She is wounded and now has to clean it up by herself."

„There is no way she did everything properly. I saw it in her eyes man." nick started. „there is something that she still won't tell us and I feel like she is not planning on telling us."

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A week later Y/n woke up with a stinging ring in her head. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and immediately viewed the mess in her home again. It would take hours to clean that up again. Maybe she could pay someone to do it for her.

The ringing sound came from outside, or so she thought. Her apartment was in the middle of a road, she assumed that the honking of impatient taxi drivers and bikers woke her up through the window that she forgot to close. But continuous sound didn't stop after closing her window. When she ran through the house to make that headache causing ringing stop, she digged through a pile of books when she found her old prepaid phone inside one of those. She must've thrown it in there when she came home. The name Jason was written on it in capital letters.