Law & Order:SVU Imagines

Coffee(Tutuola)

Word Count: 521

Warnings: none

To say that you felt no differently toward Fin than you did for the rest of your coworkers would most definitely be untruthful. The man had caught your eye a long time ago, and if it weren't for your first-hand witnessing to Olivia and Brian's complicated relationship after becoming more than professional, well, you would have done more about your feelings for Fin.

After all, how could you not like him? Once you get past his "standoff-ish" demeanor, he's so sweet and caring and selfless. He'd honestly be perfect for you.

But you keep all of these thoughts to yourself, of course. You realize that you're daydreaming again and quickly refocus your attention on the mountain of paperwork on your desk. You are far behind to say the least, so that is what your day has been looking like. Olivia and Fin went with Amanda and Nick to handle a call about a gang rape. You wish you could go with, although the scene could easily be very horrific, because it's your job! You want to be out there helping and doing what you love most. But instead you've been stuck here for hours, not even making a dent in your paperwork.

You hadn't realized how fast time had gone by, because just as you finally finished another document, Fin himself walks into the room.

"You're back already?" You question, standing up to speak to him. The others aren't behind him, causing slight panic. "What happened?" You ask.

He stops in front of you, shuffling his weight to his right side a little and staring into your eyes. It's always impossible to tell what he's thinking from his facial expressions, this time no different than every other that you tried. "Pricks fled before we got there. The woman's shaken up, can't describe them very well. It's not looking good for her case." He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks tense and distressed.

"It's not your fault." You assure him. His eyes meet your own again, still unreadable, and he nods.

"I know. I just wish this shit never happened. How bad people get away with ruining lives." You nod understandingly and lean up against your desk, procrastinating getting back to work. Your eyes trail down his black short-sleeved, form-fitting shirt, that shows off his impressive biceps. He catches you staring and smirks a little. "What?" He asks.

"What? Oh, nothing." You stumble. Usually you're much more cool-headed, but he tends to change that. You sit back down at your desk to continue on the paper work and he chuckles.

"You're not very good at hiding your emotions, ya know, Y/N." He speaks, causing you to face him again. "I have no idea what you're talking about." You respond, attempting to mask the obvious flustered expression you now have. "Grab a coffee tonight?" He asks, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. You gulp, unsure if he means as a date or not. You should remain professional... "Yeah, sure." You respond, causing anther famous Fin smirk as he walks away. What did you just get yourself into...