"Dancing with the Law"

by MissScarlett16

Summary:

The most iconic station in New York is about to swap handcuffs for dancing shoes. An unexpected talent contest shakes up the squad: this time, it’s not about solving a case… but facing choreography, nerves, and, above all, the undeniable attraction hidden in every dance step.
While some try to escape the stage (literally), others discover that the tango isn’t just a dance—it’s a silent language that speaks louder than words… or fleeting glances.
Between spins, touches, and whispers in the air, Olivia and Rafael are confronted with the most dangerous question of all:
Can a single dance awaken what they’ve both ignored, or will it remain just a fleeting tango with no future?

Notes:

This fanfic was born while watching a tango competition — and my imagination wouldn’t stop! I wondered: what would happen if our favorite SVU characters were forced to participate in something like this?
I decided to bring back some beloved characters like Cragen, Munch, and Amaro, and reunite the team in a lighter story, full of humor, dancing, tension, and... a little romance.
I hope you enjoy this special episode as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 1: "A TANGO AT THE PRECINCT?"

CHAPTER 1: "A TANGO AT THE PRECINCT?"

 

Another week was starting at the precinct. Everything seemed so normal and routine.
Phones kept ringing, the constant typing on computers filled the air. It was almost mid-morning, and although the precinct’s coffee was infamous, Amanda and Liv were already on their second cup.

—Everything feels so peaceful without Cragen here,- Carisi said, leaning on the desk.
—Yeah, I can finally breathe easy,- Amaro added, settling into his chair, putting his arms behind his head and his feet on the desk.
—I wouldn’t do that,- Liv said, warningly.
—“Why are you scared, Liv?- Amaro challenged.
—“Watch out!” -Amanda chimed in.

At that moment, firm footsteps were heard. Amaro peeked curiously... and relaxed when he saw Munch’s unmistakable figure.
—“No need to worry, ladies, it’s just Munch,- he said, smiling. He held out a handful of lollipops—“Sweeten your life and relax.”

 

But just then, behind him, Cragen appeared.
—“You’re going to need more than a lollipop to win me over,” the chief said in a deep voice as he entered.
Amaro jumped and fell off his chair, nearly swallowing the whole lollipop.
—“Chief!”- he said from the floor, dignity wounded.

Everyone burst out laughing.
—“Didn’t your mom tell you not to play on the table?” -Fin joked while helping him up with Liv.

 

—“Alright, after seeing this cheap Cirque du Soleil imitation, I think you’ll need something more impressive to win over the judges,”- Cragen said, amused but firm.
—“What do you mean, chief?”- Amanda asked, crossing her arms.
—“This is coming from above. Public Relations wants to improve the NYPD’s image.
So someone thought it was a good idea to organize a talent show. And yes, that includes dancing, singing... or whatever you can do.”

 

—“No, Fin, a shooting contest doesn’t count, even if you’re one of the best,”- he added with irony.

His detectives looked horrified. Carisi, on the other hand, was already pulling out his notebook enthusiastically.
—“Is Narcotics participating too? And Internal Affairs?”- Fin asked.
—“I’d love to kick those smug Internal Affairs guys’ butts!”- Amaro exclaimed, energized.
—“Then I guess you and Fin will represent us well,” -Cragen said with a mischievous smile.

Fin and Amaro looked at each other, alarmed.
—“Do we all have to participate or is it voluntary?”- Liv asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
—“For now, I only need two volunteers... and we already have them,” -the chief replied.
—“No!” Fin and Amaro shouted in unison.
—“Alright, guys, remember your glory days and think about what we can do to not look ridiculous,” -Cragen said.

 

—Munch could sing —suggested Liv.
—Thanks for recognizing my talent, fair lady. But I’m excused —Munch replied solemnly.
—Why…? —Fin eyed him suspiciously.
—Given my artistic gifts, I was chosen as a guest judge. And they told me there would be public humiliation. Do you think I’d miss that?
—You’ll only be judging the routines? —asked Amanda.
—The routines… and their life choices —Munch said, taking a sip of his coffee—. So be good to me if you want my vote.
—Don’t expect mercy —added Cragen, now more relaxed.
—Back to square one —sighed Amanda.

 

—I, I have an idea! —Carisi raised his hand.
Cragen pointed at him to give him the floor.
—Thanks, chief. I propose tango! My nonna taught me. I even have the music. We just need to pair up and practice. It’ll be fun.
—Fun? Since when is dancing with colleagues fun? —grumbled Fin.
—As long as I don’t have to dance with Carisi, I’m good —Amaro said laughing.
—Fools! I mean one of us should dance with Liv or Amanda —clarified Carisi.
—What? —both exclaimed in unison.
—Don’t be silly, you two are the prettiest and most charming in the NYPD. With those long legs and a nice dress, we’ve already won half the contest —Carisi gave what he thought was an adorable look.
Amanda frowned.
—Well, not you Amanda. I meant Liv —Carisi added.
—I appreciate the compliment —Liv replied with a half smile—, though you sounded like a pervert, Carisi.
—I agree with Carisi —Amaro chimed in—. Have you seen the Internal Affairs officers? They’re not exactly Miss Universe material.

 

—Alright, alright! Order! —Cragen interrupted, clapping his hands—. Let’s do a draw.
—Everyone write their name on a slip of paper.
Cragen looked around and raised an eyebrow.
—Carisi, what do you have in that paper bag?
—You mean my sandwich? We can share, I bought it this morning at—
—No need —Cragen cut him off—. I just want the bag.
Liv and Amanda discreetly covered their mouths to stifle laughter.

 

Everyone started writing their names, pen in hand, when the unmistakable sound of polished shoes echoed down the hallway. The distinctive scent of Rafael Barba did not go unnoticed by Liv.
—Rafael —Liv whispered almost involuntarily.
Amanda, attentive, didn’t let it pass. She had already noticed certain signs in her friend… And although Liv didn’t usually show romantic interest easily, her intuition —well earned as Doctor Heart in Atlanta’s underworld— told her something was there.

Munch’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts:
—Lawyer. —He smiled mockingly.
—Good to have you join us —he added, taking Barba by the arm.
—I never thought my presence would brighten things up this much —Rafael replied, somewhat puzzled.
—Not as much as Liv —murmured Amanda.
—Got something to share with the class? —Munch jumped in, raising an eyebrow at her.
—I was saying if the lawyer will be participating too —Amanda said, straightening up.

 

Cragen brought his fist to his chin, thoughtful, and looked at Rafael, who returned his gaze with slight uncertainty.
—I don’t see why you can’t participate. After all, you’re part of the team too.
—More victims… I like that —Munch laughed, dramatically rubbing his fingers.
—For now, there’s nothing to explain, lawyer —Cragen interjected—. Just write your name on a slip.
Knowing our luck, I bet the chosen one will be Amaro.
—Go on, Liv, get the slip.

 

Rafael walked over to Liv’s desk. He leaned down to take a slip, and in the process, her perfume enveloped him again.
Liv blushed slightly, unable to resist the effect of being so close to him.
Both were nervous. Rafael accidentally knocked over the pen cup on the desk.
—Sorry —he quickly said.
—Not at all, my fault —Liv replied, as they both bent down at the same time.
She offered him a pen, and when their fingers brushed, a small electric spark seemed to pass between them.
For a moment, they silently looked into each other’s eyes.

Cragen cleared his throat loudly.
—The rules are as follows: the last two names drawn will participate.

The draw began.
Fin and Amaro exchanged glances and quietly celebrated their luck. Carisi, on the other hand, slumped his shoulders. He actually wanted to dance… and shine.
Cragen pulled out the first slip.
—The first chosen is… Rafael.

Everyone turned their heads toward him.
Rafael raised his eyebrows and smiled resignedly.
—And the girl who will accompany him to dance will be…

 

To be continued… with heels, crossed steps, and wavering hearts.

Chapter 2: WHEN THE TANGO BEGINS

Summary:

The excitement of the talent show raffle shakes up the routine at the Special Victims Unit. Amanda ends up being the chosen one to represent the team in a tango performance… and though she didn’t plan on it, she’ll end up dragging Liv into the adventure. Meanwhile, Carisi proudly declares himself her personal instructor, and Liv tries to convince herself she feels nothing for Barba… even if the tango’s music stirs emotions that are getting harder to ignore.
Because sometimes, the heart takes a step… before our feet do.

Notes:

This chapter was especially fun to write. I’ve always imagined how the SVU team would react to something completely out of their comfort zone—like a holiday talent show. I wanted to show a lighter side of the characters without losing their essence, while also planting the seeds of romantic tension between Liv and Rafael.

 

CHAPTER 2: WHEN THE TANGO BEGINS

 

Everyone held their breath: Who would be the lucky woman chosen to dance?

The world seemed to stop. The phones went silent, no more typing sounds. For a brief moment, the SVU office felt like a theater, right before the curtain rises.

Munch rubbed his hands together, grinning.
“Time to meet our lucky victim...”

Liv pretended not to care, though her heart was racing.
Still, she forced herself to stare at her screen like nothing was happening, trying to keep a straight face.

Amanda, meanwhile, closed her eyes and subtly crossed her fingers beneath her blazer.
She was silently rooting for Liv. Everyone deserves a chance at love, she told herself.

The rest of the squad was fully tuned in. Curiosity hung thick in the air.

“Can you imagine Amanda in sequins? Or Liv?” Carisi teased, grinning.
Amaro laughed, nearly choking on his coffee.
“I’d pay to see that.”
Both women shot him death glares.
“Oh, come on. Why not Amaro in sequins?” Fin shot back, defending his teammates.
“Hey, hey—let’s not get carried away,” Amaro protested, hands raised.

Rafael Barba watched with practiced indifference—though the idea of dancing with Olivia Benson wasn’t exactly unpleasant. He risked a quick glance in her direction.

Cragen picked up a folded slip of paper and opened it slowly, savoring the moment.
“The woman who will represent our squad, the chosen one is…”
Everyone leaned in.
“Amanda Rollins!”

“Noooo!” Amanda groaned, throwing a hand to her forehead.

Liv felt conflicted. A part of her was relieved. But… there was also a tiny flicker of disappointment. She quickly shoved the thought away and focused back on her computer—and her terrible coffee.

“It’s done. No switching,” Cragen said firmly.

“I’d bet on us winning, Detective,” Rafael added, his voice cool and confident. “Because everything I do, I do well.”

“All I ask is that you hire a proper instructor. Whatever it costs—I’ll pay. I won’t let my name be dragged through the mud in front of the entire NYPD.”

“We can start tomorrow evening. I’ll send over my schedule,” he added with his usual commanding tone, grabbing his briefcase and leaving with his trademark elegance.

“Now that’s what I call a confident man,” Carisi said, impressed.

“Or a doomed one. Poor guy, he’s stuck dancing with Amanda,” Amaro joked.

“Cocky, if you ask me,” Fin added, arms crossed.

“I never thought I’d end my career watching Barba dance the tango. What a glorious disappointment,” Munch muttered, shaking his head as he returned to his desk.

Carisi turned to Liv.
“You’re awfully quiet. What do you think about all this?”

Liv offered a soft smile.
“I just hope everything turns out well.”

 

Just an hour later, the whole raffle ordeal already felt like ancient history.

Amanda couldn’t focus. She tapped her pen against the desk, biting her lip as she side-eyed Liv, who looked calm and professional, buried in her report—as if nothing had happened.

“I’ve got to help her… but how?” Amanda furrowed her brow. “Come on, think, think...”

Carisi approached from behind like a stealthy cat.
“Amanda, did you find an instructor yet?”

She nearly jumped out of her seat.
“God, you scared me!”
“You know, I could be your instructor. My schedule’s packed, but I can squeeze it in—for the good of the department… and the art form.”

“Thanks, Carisi. I’d kiss you, but… well, you know.”
She stood and headed straight to Cragen’s office. Carisi, thrilled, followed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

 

“Captain?” Amanda knocked softly. Cragen was deep in conversation with Munch.

“Come in, Amanda,” Cragen gestured.

Munch looked up.
“Oh, look. She brought her committee—or is that her fan club? Fame’s gotten to her fast.”

“It’s not that, I just—” she began, but didn’t get far.

“About that, sir, I’ve got a few active cases and a lot on my plate…”

“Just like everyone else here,” Cragen said evenly. “Don’t worry, I’ll redistribute your workload. Your teammates can handle it—even those hardheaded ones.”

“I don’t blame her,” Munch chimed in, polishing his glasses. “No one signs up for public humiliation in front of the entire NYPD. Give the woman a medal for bravery.”

“But sir… Liv would be better than me. She went undercover once, remember?”

“She did, but she never danced tango,” Cragen replied bluntly. “I trust you, Amanda. You’ll do great.”

“And you, Carisi?” Cragen asked.

“Well, since it was my brilliant idea, I volunteer as instructor. I’ve got the music, the choreography, the talent—and best of all, I’m waiving my fee. A limited-time offer.”

“How generous,” Cragen smirked. “The State of New York thanks you. You’re hired.”

“This hasn’t even started and I’m already more excited than before a double trial,” Munch said. “If this doesn’t end up on YouTube, I’m suing the department.”

Amanda sighed—she felt defeated. But a lightbulb went off.

“Sir, maybe Liv could join the rehearsals? You know… as backup. Just in case.”

Cragen thought for a moment.
“Not a bad idea. Better safe than sorry. I’ll make some adjustments.”

 

Once outside, Cragen raised his voice.

“Alright, everyone. Starting tomorrow, and until the big night, Amanda, Carisi, and Olivia will leave early for rehearsals. Fin and Amaro, you’ll support with reports.”

Liv blinked.
“Wait—me? But… I didn’t win. I’m not supposed to be dancing.”

“You’re the alternate,” Cragen said. “Just as important as the lead.”

“That explains Amanda and Liv,” Fin said. “But Carisi?”

“He’s our Billy Elliot,” Munch added. “He’ll teach these ladies—and Barba—his finest tango moves.”

“Hey, Munch,” Carisi shot back. “It’s tango, not ballet!”

“Tango, ballet, Viennese waltz… If there are shiny tights involved, it all counts,” Munch deadpanned.

“I want to leave early too. I’ve got a game tomorrow,” Amaro said.

“Great,” Cragen replied without missing a beat. “Present a performance number and I’ll consider it.”

“I can see it now: Amaro singing, Fin juggling... full-on circus,” Munch said dryly.

“It’s fine, boss. We’re in,” Fin nodded. “All for the team.”

 

That night, Liv sat in the quiet of her apartment, a cup of tea beside her, Noah peacefully asleep. She pulled her laptop onto her lap and typed: “tango dance”.

“Too elegant… too seductive… too much contact,” she muttered.

Images of dancing with Rafael filled her mind. She tried to push them away, but her cheeks flushed anyway. No use denying it—he was attractive, with a presence that practically screamed tango. Perfect partner… if only.

As the music played, she stood up, letting it move through her. She tied her hair in a bun and searched her closet for those killer heels—the ones she bought long ago on a whim.

She slipped them on. Tried a few steps.

“Ah, that’s why I stopped wearing these,” she chuckled, wobbling.

Still, just in case, she packed them into a small duffel. She probably wouldn’t wear them. But just in case.

 

The next day, everything was ready.

Carisi, in full instructor mode, had rented a rehearsal space and prepped the music. Amanda sent the address to Rafael, though she considered asking Liv to do it. Too risky.

Liv and Amanda were sipping coffee when Carisi burst in, spinning dramatically, a scarf hanging from his neck and that unmistakable sparkle in his eyes.

“Ladies… tango awaits. Today, I turn you into diamonds. Fear not!”

Munch walked by, holding his cup.
“Perfect. I can already see the headline: ‘SVU butchers Gardel in prime time.’”

“Someone’s getting a bit full of themselves,” Fin commented.

“Laugh all you want. We’re going to win,” Carisi said, spinning away while humming in Italian.

Ti basta guardarmi / per essere felice…
Amami tanto, ti amerò / Sei il fiore che ho sognato…

 

That evening, rehearsal time arrived.

Carisi drove, Amanda and Liv chatting in the backseat. When they arrived, Amanda eyed the trunk suspiciously.

“Why do you have half your apartment back here? Are we moving in?”

“It’s not a move—it’s a theatrical setup,” Carisi declared. “From now on, call me Instructor. On that floor, we are not coworkers. We’re a company.”

“Someone’s taking this way too seriously,” Amanda whispered.

“Wait… vinyl records?” Liv asked, holding one.

“Exactly. Tango is an experience, not a lesson. You feel it through vinyl.”

They all grabbed their bags and began unloading Carisi’s collection. Liv, ever efficient, carried two large boxes.

“I’ll go ahead,” she called out.

Amanda and Carisi barely heard her—too busy arguing.

“Why should we carry your boxes? You’re the instructor. We’re students!” Amanda huffed.

Liv neared the entrance… and stumbled. The boxes were heavier than they looked.

 

“Great. I’m gonna destroy Carisi’s sacred records,” she muttered, shutting her eyes.

But the fall never came.

Strong arms caught her. One hand around her waist, the other steadying the boxes. She opened her eyes…

… and met the gaze of Rafael Barba—closer than ever.

For a second, time froze.

He held her tightly. Their bodies close. His scent—clean, warm—reached her. Her heartbeat quickened.

“Liv? You’re here?” he asked with a crooked smile.

“Rafael!” she gasped, startled… and maybe a little delighted.

They stayed still, breathless.

He kept her in his arms just a second longer than necessary, his signature smirk softening slightly.

“I didn’t know there’d be acrobatics.”

“Neither did I. But thanks for… saving me. And Carisi’s records.”

“Rehearsals starting with drama, huh?”

“Do you always rescue damsels in distress?”

“Only the ones carrying coffee.”

They laughed. Nervous. Close.

He helped her straighten up, but his hands lingered just a moment longer.

“Thanks… for catching me,” she said, eyes lowering.

“Anytime. Though if you want a repeat, I’ll let you trip again.”

“Better not. Next time, I might destroy your reputation… and the records.”

“My reputation can take it. The records, though…”

They didn’t move. Not right away.

 

 

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading! I’d love to know which part made you laugh, which character surprised you, and if you already have a favorite pairing for this little contest.

The song Carisi sings is a playful parody of *“Amame mucho”* by Carlos Gardel.
If this chapter made you smile or laugh, feel free to leave a kudo or comment!
See you in the next chapter… where the real rehearsal begins.
Miss Scarlett

Chapter 3: REHEARSAL WITH A SURPRISE

Summary:

As Amanda and Liv try to adapt to Carisi’s lessons, Rafael remains skeptical—but little by little, the atmosphere begins to shift. Between dance steps and playful banter, an unexpected tension builds between Liv and Rafael, leaving everyone wondering if tango is the only thing they’ll be learning in this competition.
Can they find true connection on the dance floor, or is it just a distraction from something deeper?

Notes:

I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Liv and Rafael are getting closer and closer.

CHAPTER 3: REHEARSAL WITH A SURPRISE

 

Amanda carried a box down the hallway. When she looked up, she froze for a moment.

—I can’t believe it! —she whispered, equal parts surprised and delighted to see Rafael holding Olivia in his arms.

She didn’t want to interrupt such a beautiful moment. It wasn’t a problem for her… but what if someone else saw them?

—Carisi, —she said, thinking quickly—, can you tell me more about tango?

—My dear Amanda! At last you show interest —Carisi replied with enthusiasm, placing the boxes on the floor and striking a theatrical pose—. Tango is a passionate dance born in Buenos Aires, full of drama and history...

—Uh-huh… —Amanda looked at him impatiently.

—Wait, I think I have the perfect book to explain it better —he added, rummaging through the boxes—. Ah! I remember now! It’s in one of the boxes Liv took.

And, without another word, he took her hand.

—Let’s go!

—That can wait! I don’t want to hear more —Amanda tried to stop him, tugging his arm.

 

 

When they arrived, luck favored them: Liv had already moved away from Rafael, who was helping her carry a particularly heavy box.

—Lawyer! Good to see you here —greeted Carisi with a smile.

—You here? I thought only Detective Rollins and I would participate in the competition —Rafael said with curiosity, stroking his chin.

—Well, before you, Lawyer, you have the most passionate tango instructor in all of New York —Carisi announced, dropping the boxes and making a dramatic spin like he was on Dancing with the Stars.

—Am I hearing this right…? You’re going to teach us to dance? —Rafael asked incredulously.

—Exactly. And not only that... I’ll make you win! —Carisi threw his arms wide, theatrically—. We’re going straight to glory!

Rafael just grunted under his breath.

—That explains your presence —he said—. And Liv?

—If my memory serves, tango is danced with two, not three. Am I going to dance with both of you? Or is this some new experimental style I haven’t heard of?

Amanda laughed and gave him a playful tap on the shoulder.

—Nothing like that, Lawyer. Liv is our ace up the sleeve.

—I’m the alternate —Olivia added with a calm smile—. Plan B.

Rafael returned the smile, that sparkle in his eyes saying more than a thousand words.

 

When they entered the rehearsal room, Carisi began opening several boxes, revealing all sorts of materials and props: lights, posters, streamers— even an old record player like you rarely see anymore.

Everyone stared in silence.

—Looks like he knows what he’s doing —Liv commented with a smile.

—I never doubted it —Amanda added, complicity in her tone.

Rafael, more skeptical, watched with his arms crossed and brow furrowed.

—Seeing is believing. They’re just objects.

—Come on, Barba —Liv responded—. Let’s give him a chance.

—Ladies. Lawyer —Carisi interrupted, sternly, in instructor mode—. Go change while I finish setting everything up.

—We’re coming… —Amanda said, rolling her eyes—. I think fame’s gone to his head again.

—Let’s go, Amanda —Liv echoed, laughing.

 

 

In the changing room

 

Amanda, curious, moved closer to Liv.

—Nice shoes, Liv. You came prepared.

—Not at all. Just in case —Liv replied, showing the shoes in her hands—. I don’t think I’ll need them. I just came to support you.

—Support me? —Amanda looked at her incredulously—. Girl, you’re just as important. You’re more than a plus-one.

Liv lowered her gaze, thoughtful for a moment.

—Sometimes I don’t feel it… I guess I got used to staying on the sidelines. Watching from a distance. It’s easier.

Amanda reached out and took her hands warmly.

—Look, I’m the one who seems like the substitute here. I didn’t even bring heels. I just hope Carisi doesn’t give me a bad grade for wearing sneakers.

They both laughed.

 

Back in the rehearsal room

 

They all re-entered feeling a mix of discomfort and nerves, dressed so differently from usual.

Carisi looked like he’d stepped out of a play: long scarf, whistle around his neck, and a hat with a rose.

Rafael, ditching his three-piece suits, wore athletic gear—professional level.

The girls dressed for comfort: Amanda in a pink top and sneakers; Liv in a simple white tee and track pants.

 

Liv couldn’t stop looking at Rafael. When he walked over to Carisi to check the music, Amanda leaned in and whispered:

—He’s hot, right?

—Who? —Liv pretended to be clueless.

—You know who… —Amanda smirked mischievously.

She scanned Liv head to toe.

—But Liv… are you sure about wearing that shirt?

—What’s wrong with it? It’s comfy —Liv replied, glancing at her outfit.

—Let me fix it… —Amanda discreetly adjusted the tee—. There. Much better.

—Amanda, this is going too far…

Rafael couldn’t help but look at Liv longer.

—Modern detective, huh? —was all he managed to say as he approached her.

—See? I told you it worked —Amanda whispered to her friend, triumphant.

 

—Let’s begin! —Carisi declared—. First, some theory. Read chapter five of the book History of Tango, please.

—Carisi, why don’t we jump straight to practice? —Amanda interrupted—. I know it’s important, but there’s not much time. The competition is in a few weeks.

—Detective… haven’t you realized it’s the twenty-first century? —he responded, elegantly pulling out his iPhone—. But in this room, the one setting the rules is me: the instructor, or call me Teacher Sonny, if you prefer. And nothing beats paper —he said, tapping the bridge of his nose like a classic old-school teacher.

—This calls for extreme measures —he added theatrically—. Liv, since you’re the only one with common sense and respect for me, confiscate your friends’ phones.

—As you wish, Carisi… I mean, Instructor —Liv replied, smiling as she carried out the order.

 

 

Reluctantly, Amanda handed over her phone. Rafael did the same, but when his hand brushed Liv’s, he felt a literal and emotional spark that disarmed him for a moment. Her skin was warm; his hand trembled slightly.

 

They sprawled on the cold wooden floor, the book between them, like distracted students.

—Here, Liv—Amanda suggested, settling onto a makeshift rug. —Let’s read this part.

Rafael leaned in too, pulling the book insistently.

—Give it to me, I’ll read it better —he murmured.

—You two are like kids —Liv sighed—. Reminds me of Noah refusing to share his Legos.

Patiently, she took the book and positioned herself between them.

—Let’s take turns, like school —Liv proposed, holding the book firmly.

Before they could answer, she assigned who goes first:

—Rafael, you first. Amanda, second. I’ll close us out.

—Director now, detective? —Barba joked.

 

—I’ve always called the shots —she replied calmly, her eyes shining.

—All right! —they said in unison.

Rafael, still not fully convinced, agreed.

—I hope you can keep up with my pacing —he said, petulantly.

—What are you insinuating, Barba? That we can’t read? —Liv replied, raising an eyebrow.

—I didn’t mean that, Liv. Sorry —he grumbled.

—Such a spoiled ego —Amanda added.

—Rafael, you start —Liv said, smiling at him.

As soon as he began reading, his voice filled the room with deep, serene cadence. Liv couldn’t help but feel each word wrap her like a melody.

 

Meanwhile, he kept glancing at her, trying to read her reaction.

Amanda, for her part, seemed to drift toward sleep.

—Are we in a courtroom or a history class? —she whispered, giggling.

 

 

At that moment, the old record player let out a loud crackle, startling Amanda and inadvertently pushing Liv toward Rafael.

Their gazes locked. Silence.

—Oh, shoot… I just can’t —Amanda said as she stood up—. I’ll get some water.

—Miss! —Carisi shouted from the back—. Leaving class is forbidden!

—This isn’t working… —Rafael grumbled, standing.

Liv gently took his arm.

—Let’s give it a chance. Deep down, Carisi knows what he’s doing —Even though she herself wasn’t fully convinced the rehearsal was going anywhere.

Rafael looked at her for a few seconds and sighed.

—Only because you asked, detective.

He sat again, this time a little closer to her.

No longer distant. No longer skeptical.

—You know —he spoke softly—, I’m still not sold on this tango thing… but if it’s with you, I’ll try.

Liv looked at him, taken aback by his honesty. For a heartbeat, she thought about looking away. But she didn’t.

—I’m not sure about many things either —she confessed, very quietly—. But I want to try too.

Her smile came next. Not an automatic reaction, but a choice.

 

Amanda came back with her water and froze.

Rafael and Liv were way too close. Very, very close.

—Did I miss something? —she asked with a smile.

From the back, Carisi blew his whistle as if in a professional competition.

 

—Yes! Time to warm up! High knees!

—And this? —Amanda asked, raising an eyebrow.

—I hope this doesn’t involve ridiculous steps —Rafael frowned.

—It involves more than steps —Carisi responded dramatically—. It involves soul, passion, connection!

—Perfect… just what I needed for a quiet Tuesday —Barba muttered, resigned.

Liv simply laughed. Though deep down, something told her this would be anything but tranquil.

 

The tango was just beginning.

But already, something in the air felt different.

 

Notes:

If you liked it, please leave me a kudo or comment. It helps me improve. Thank you for your time.
Miss Scarlett

Chapter 4: Dancing with him

Summary:

The tango music once again fills the room, marking the true start of rehearsals. What begins as a harmless and somewhat ridiculous class soon turns into a demanding and eye-opening experience for Liv, Rafael, Amanda, and Carisi. Amid jokes, missteps, and unexpected shoes, spirits rise… and so do the emotions.
The tango is just beginning, but the dance between heart and body is already underway.

Notes:

I hope you enjoy the chapter. Liv and Rafael will now be closer.

CHAPTER 4 DANCING WITH HIM

The salon gradually filled with the sound of tango from the old record player. Little by little it shed its crackles and found its rhythm, as if also stretching itself for the moment.

 

—After experiencing tango on paper, now we go with the body, — Carisi proclaimed, more excited than a Monday‑morning Zumba instructor.

 

The warm‑up—initially dismissed by all as ridiculous—gradually intensified, leaving more than one person sweating like they were in a police chase.

 

Rafael panted, hands on his knees, breath ragged.

—Detective, that’s enough for today. I’m tired. Let’s continue tomorrow, —he declared, as if closing a case.

 

He was halfway across the room when Carisi raised a hand and shouted:

—This is not over! We haven’t even started! You can’t go.”

—Great… so what now?” Amanda asked.

 

Lv thought quickly.

—Are you giving up that easily, Rafael? —she said firmly, looking to throw him off balance.

—I must have misheard when you said you always win… —she added, circling him with a playful step, hands on her hips.

Rafael looked at her disapprovingly, though he couldn’t hide a slight smile.

Liv winked at Amanda conspiratorially.

—I think we should’ve brought Amaro…”

—Yeah, he’s in better shape,” Amanda continued. —And even if sometimes he dances like he has two left feet, at least he’s committed.”

—I’m getting my phone! — Liv threatened.

 

Rafael quickly took her hand.

—No need. Who said I was leaving? I’m just getting some water. With dignity, if possible.”

Amanda couldn’t help laughing.

—You scare me, Liv. You’re more persuasive than in an interrogation room.

—Thank you,” Liv replied with a triumphant smile.

—All right, ladies… and lawyer…— Carisi interjected.

—Let’s take a five‑minute break before someone calls HR.”

 

He approached Liv, hands on hips, bending slightly to say a soft:

—Thanks, Liv.”

Liv placed a hand on his shoulder.

—You’re doing great, Carisi. This has potential… though we still look like a parody act.”

 

 

After a break that lasted longer than it should have, Carisi resumed class with renewed confidence and enthusiasm. He strode around like a seasoned Broadway dancer.

 

—Now that we’re warmed up, —he announced, striking an exaggerated pose, “let’s begin the steps of this dance

—which is pure living elegance. Though you two don’t exactly look elegant, —he added, surveying them from head to toe.

 

—Oh, horror and dismay, Rollins and Liv! — he threw a hand to his forehead theatrically. —Tell me you brought heels—not just those horrendous sneakers.”

 

Amanda and Liv exchanged glances.

—What’s wrong with them? — Amanda replied. —They’re pink, and they have glitter. That’s sporting elegance.”

 

—I can’t continue like this, —Carisi sighed indignantly.

 

Rafael seized the opening.

—With this, case closed for today. See you tomorrow, — he said, triumphant, turning toward the door.

 

Liv nervously touched her hair and responded quickly:

—I… I did bring some dance shoes. Not sure they’re ideal, but maybe Amanda could use them.”

 

—All right, let’s see them,” Carisi agreed. “Let’s try.”

 

Liv went to the changing area, rummaged in her gym bag, and pulled out a small case. When she opened it, the shoes glistened under the dim light. She held them for a moment, as if they had a life of their own.

 

Moments later, she returned and showed them to Carisi, who was waiting seated.

—Are these them?”

 

—Good taste, Detective,” Rafael commented. —I didn’t know you wore that kind of shoe.”

—Liv can be very elegant when she tries,” Amanda chimed in.

—I don’t doubt it,” Rafael whispered. “Elegant... and beautiful.”

 

Liv lowered her gaze, slightly flushed. Carisi examined the shoes with almost scientific precision.

—They’re not Werner Kerns, but they’ll do,” he said, pulling a ruler from his pocket.

 —Three centimeters higher—but you girls can handle that and more.”

—Werner Kern?” Amanda asked.

—Tango shoes from Germany. Professional level. A whole other world.”

—There’s so much to learn…” Amanda sighed.

 

Liv handed the shoes to Amanda.

Take them, wear them if you want, —she offered with a smile.

 

—I couldn’t, — Amanda shook her head smiling.

—Besides, we don’t wear the same size. They suit you better.”

She returned the shoes and squeezed Liv’s hand.

 

—Next time, Rollins, learn from Liv. No improvising with running shoes. This is tango, not Zumba! — Carisi put on a dramatic face.

—Can’t work with you, Rollins!”

Amanda just laughed.

 

Liv slipped on the heels, instantly looking graceful. Amanda discreetly helped adjust Liv’s sweatpants.

—Friend… you look stunning, —Amanda whispered.

—I just hope I don’t lose my balance, — Liv replied with nervous laughter.

 

—Let’s begin!” Carisi shouted. “Partners, hands on waists.”

Rafael hurried over and took Liv firmly by the waist. Liv blushed—they’d never been that close.

—Lawyer… —she said, looking at him intently.

 

Carisi cleared his throat as he approached.

—Mmm. Even if you’re not the best dancer… your partner is Rollins.

—Liv will dance with me.”

 

Rafael paused, looking at her. Then he released her gently.

—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…

—I understand,” Liv murmured, smiling gently.

 

She stepped forward… nearly stumbling. Rafael caught her before she fell. Their bodies pressed together for a second too long. Their eyes locked. No one spoke.

Nothing was needed.

 

—Beautiful eyes, —Rafael murmured softly.

 

Liv didn’t know where it came from, but she replied with a half‑smile and a faint blush:

—I feel the same.

 

Just as the tension began to envelop them, Carisi appeared at the edge of the space, applauding exaggeratedly.

—Bravo, bravo! — he exclaimed. —Such drama… and you’ve jumped ahead five lessons!

 

—Lawyer, there’s potential. If you managed with Liv, you can with Amanda too, — he added, turning to Amanda theatrically.

—Although with you, I have my doubts.

 

Amanda crossed her arms.

—Careful, Carisi. Let’s see if you don’t end up dancing with Fin.

—Noted. Onward. Let’s start the tango walk!”

 

Livstill unsettled by the earlier moment stepped forward with small graceful steps until she stood beside Carisi.

 

—All right, everyone, attention. We’re starting the walk, — he directed.

—Lawyer, one step back with your right foot. Ladies, one step forward with your left. With grace and elegance, please!”

They all began repeating the step. Amanda tried it—her moves looked more like self‑defense than tango.

—That’s it, so easy, — she said enthusiastically.

Carisi watched, resigned.

—No, no, Amanda… this isn’t breakdanced, — he shouted, concerned.

—Sorry, my body just wants rhythm, — Amanda retorted, amused.

—Lawyer, don’t walk like you’re presenting a case. Flow! — he insisted.

Rafael made a face.

—I feel ridiculous repeating the same step. Can we move on?

—Absolutely not, lawyer!” Carisi exclaimed, hand on forehead as if in pain.

—You look like a broken robot.”

 

—Breathe, — Liv murmured, trying to hold back laughter.

Carisi sighed heavily and turned to Liv.

—Detective, lift your face. Don’t look at your feet. Trust. You’re doing it.

Liv raised her gaze… and locked eyes with Rafael, who watched her intently.

 

 

—There’s a long road ahead… but some steps you already have down, — Carisi said, softer now.

He marked a line on the floor with tape.

 

—Now then—let’s repeat this step until you start radiating style and glamour. Like on the dance floor… or in life! Ladies, over here.”

Amanda seized the moment while Liv was busy watching her feet and gently nudged her in front of Rafael.

—Liv, you’re here,” she said, feigning innocence.

—Oh… okay. Thanks, Amanda,” Liv replied, surprised.

 

They began repeating the steps again, now more focused—though the closeness intensified the tension.

In a clumsy turn, Rafael misstepped and bumped into Liv, brushing against her unintentionally.

—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, — he murmured, stopping.

—I wasn’t paying attention either,” —Liv whispered softly, still motionless.

 

They both laughed nervously.

They stood very close. So close that for a moment, neither Carisi nor Amanda existed. Only the two of them, breathing the same air, where tango steps merged with heartbeats.

 

From the back, Amanda watched with a knowing smile.

 

Rafael leaned in slightly, voice lowered.

—I didn’t expect dancing with you to be so complicated…

—Complicated?” Liv looked at him, amused.

—Yes. I find it hard to think when you’re this close.

She smiled, lowering her gaze. The music still played softly, a sustained note enveloping them like a lingering breath.

—Thank you for not letting me fall, — Liv whispered, more intimate.

Rafael lifted his eyes. Their stare lasted a long silent second.

—I don’t intend to let go, Rafael, — she replied.

This time, she meant it.

 

From across the room, Carisi clapped again.

—Well done, star couple! That’s it for today! Amanda—bring me ice.”

—Should I call the judges or give them another five minutes to lose themselves in each other’s eyes?” Amanda joked.

 

Liv and Rafael separated at once, overtly flushed. But the silence between them still spoke volumes.

They no longer heard anything.

They just looked at each other.

 

 

“The music stopped—but something had already begun to dance between them... and it had no intention of stopping.”

Notes:

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it and it made you laugh. I would really appreciate it if you could leave me a kudo or comment. It helps me improve.
Miss Scarlett

Chapter 5: AFTER THE REHEARSAL

Summary:

After an intense and emotionally charged rehearsal, Olivia and Rafael begin to discover an unexpected connection beyond work. As they face old wounds and new responsibilities, a tango forum becomes their secret space to share doubts, fears, and desires. But can they translate that virtual chemistry into something real without losing balance in their complicated lives?

Notes:

I hope you enjoy the chapter Liv and Rafael at a tango forum?

CHAPTER 5 AFTER THE REHEARSAL

 

The music from the record player finally came to a stop, signaling the end of the rehearsal.
Olivia had spent the rest of the time keeping as much distance from Rafael as possible. Luckily, Carisi hadn’t noticed anything—and for that, she was grateful.

 

—With that, we wrap up today’s rehearsal—he announced with a bow, clapping.

—Finally! — Amanda exclaimed.

—Good night! I’m off—Rafael said as he waved goodbye.

Olivia just sighed—she had survived the first day.

 

They walked toward the locker room to gather their things. Amanda was still buzzing with happiness over what had happened between Liv and Rafael, but she wasn’t done playing matchmaker.

—Liv, how are you getting home? Want me to call you a cab?

—Sure, go ahead. Or better yet, we could share one—she answered, trying to sound casual. —I miss Noah. I want to see him already.

Rafael, overhearing that, stepped in quickly.

—I can drive you both, detectives— he offered with a smile, keys in hand.

—That’d be nice, Liv. This way you get to Noah faster—Amanda added playfully. She knew Liv was cornered.

Liv shot her a disapproving look—though deep down, she did want to ride with him and get home sooner to see her son.

 

As they were leaving, most of the lights in the building had already dimmed. In the distance, they could see Carisi, busy gathering up the props he'd brought in.

The sound of sneakers echoed down the hallway, distracting Carisi. The group was heading out.

—Catch you later, detective! —Rafael waved.

—See you tomorrow, Carisi —Amanda added.

Liv, duffel bag in hand, turned around.

—Is Carisi not coming with us?

—No, Liv, you guys go ahead. I’ve still got a lot to pack.

Liv took a few steps toward him.

—You go. I’ll stay and help Sonny.

—But... but Carisi can manage on his own—Amanda objected.

Rafael was about to say something, but his phone rang at just the right moment.

Liv and Carisi were now kneeling, gathering props. Amanda joined them reluctantly, clearly eager to speed things along and fulfill her matchmaking mission.

Rafael’s call didn’t last as long as Amanda would have liked.

—Detectives? I’m sorry, but I can’t wait any longer.”

—I’ll stay a bit longer,” Liv replied.

—I’ll go,” Amanda said. But before leaving, she leaned over to Liv and whispered —Think about it, Liv. It’s getting late for Noah.

—If that’s the problem, I can take you home, Liv,” Carisi offered.

Amanda rolled her eyes and groaned.

Liv sighed and bent down to pick up another box. She wasn’t sure if she was helping Carisi… or avoiding Rafael.
A few minutes later, she and Carisi were loading the last boxes into the car. The night had turned cold.

 

Thanks!” Carisi said suddenly, catching Liv off guard as she was adjusting the last box.

—There’s nothing to thank me for, Carisi.

—Yes, there is. And not just for helping with the boxes. Thanks to you, today’s rehearsal actually worked.

Liv looked at him with tenderness, almost like a mother would. That made Carisi tear up a little.

—Oh, Sonny… you did great,” she said, giving him a warm hug he returned without hesitation.

 

They got into the car, the back seat packed with boxes. Now more relaxed, Carisi said:

—You’re my best student. Honestly, you should be the one dancing—definitely not scatterbrained Amanda, showing up in sneakers to my precious dance floor like we’re doing Zumba or something.”

—Give her a chance— Liv replied with a smile.

—Even setting that aside… you and the lawyer have insane chemistry on the dance floor.

Liv’s discomfort was immediate. She shifted nervously in her seat.

—I don’t think so. It was just beginner’s luck— she said.

—Oh no, you two are perfect. With a bit more of my training, I’ll have you shining on stage.”

—Sure…— Liv muttered, trying to smile.

Luckily, they had arrived, giving Liv a break from the awkward conversation.

—Tomorrow… the lawyer’s not getting out of rehearsing with you.

Liv forced a smile, but as she stepped out of the car, a chill ran down her spine—one that had nothing to do with the cold night air.
Something told her this dance was going to be much more complicated than she’d thought.

 

Liv got home and was greeted by Lucy and a very awake Noah, despite the late hour.

—Lucy, I’m so sorry for getting back so late.

—No problem, Liv. Watching Noah is always a pleasure.

As Lucy was about to leave, Liv stopped her.

—Would you be able to watch him again tomorrow?

—Tomorrow I can’t, I’m really sorry— Lucy replied, a little apologetically.

—It’s okay. I’ll take him with me… he’s always a good boy anyway.

Noah’s face lit up when he heard his name.

—Yes! I’m going with mommy! —he cheered.

 

After tucking him into bed, Liv took a long shower. Still, Carisi’s words echoed in her mind:

"Tomorrow… the lawyer’s not getting out of rehearsing with you."

They’d had more moments of closeness in one day than in all the time they’d known each other.

Unable to sleep, she opened her laptop again. At first, she got lost in tango videos, but soon she stumbled onto a forum for dancers. Without thinking too much, she created an account under the name Ballerina in love and started typing.

💬  Forum Chat – Sleepless Night

Ballerina in love:
Tonight was my first rehearsal with a new partner. He’s technically good... but I can’t focus. He’s way too distracting.

TangoLegal:
Maybe it’s not a distraction. Sometimes, when there’s real chemistry, the dance flows differently.

Ballerina in love:
And what if that chemistry doesn’t stay on the dance floor? What if it gets out of hand?

TangoLegal:
Tango is about trust. If you trust your partner, there are no wrong steps—just different ways to reach the same destination.

Ballerina in love:
That sounds beautiful… but I’m not sure he trusts me.

TangoLegal:
Trust is built… step by step, just like a good dance.

(pause)

TangoLegal:
Can I ask you something?

Ballerina in love:
Sure.

TangoLegal:
Do you want it to work—on and off the floor?

Ballerina in love
…Yes. But I’m afraid I’ll ruin everything.

TangoLegal:
Then dance with your heart. The rest can be learned.

 

Meanwhile, Rafael couldn’t sleep either. The image of Liv in his arms during rehearsal kept replaying in his mind.

He turned on his laptop and, while looking for tango tutorials, somehow ended up in the same dance forum—using the username TangoLegal.

When he read the latest conversation, he smiled.
Without knowing it… he had just been talking to Liv.

At the same time, Liv smiled too, staring at the screen.

They kept chatting late into the night, bouncing from tango steps to random little things—though for both of them, nothing felt unimportant.

 

Liv had never felt so comfortable talking to someone this way. With this stranger called TangoLegal, she felt seen—like they shared more than just a dance.

When she glanced at the clock, she realized how late it was.
Rafael, on his end, was already fighting sleep, but a quiet smile lingered on his lips.

Neither of them wanted to log off…
…but their tired bodies begged them to stop.
It was nearly three in the morning.

 

The next morning, the excitement of the night before had turned into pain.

Amanda limped into the rehearsal room.

—I think my legs hate me—she groaned, collapsing into a chair.

Carisi, on the other hand, walked in dancing and humming cheerfully.

Liv, hiding her own soreness, tried to stretch discreetly—but the deep circles under her eyes gave her away.
Fin and Amaro chuckled quietly from the sidelines, amused by the scene.

 

Rafael arrived a little later, his back stiff and with dark under-eye bags he couldn’t conceal.

Amaro burst out laughing as soon as he saw him.

—Sleep well, Counselor? —he teased.

—Perfectly—Rafael replied flatly, though everyone saw the wince as he bent down to set his briefcase down and take a sip of coffee.

—Never thought your rehearsals were tougher than SWAT drills. I underestimated you, Carisi,—Munch chimed in.

—Same here—added Fin—Just look at them.

—Counselor, seems like that first dance wiped you out—Amaro said with a grin.

 

Carisi clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.

—Alright, team… time to warm up! Today, we sweat twice as much.

—Might need reinforcements, Fin… Amaro—Munch joked.

 

The looks of horror were immediate.

 

Notes:

Thanks for reading.
I hope you can leave me a kudo or comment to help me improve.
Miss Scarlett

Chapter 6: “TWO-STEP RHYTHM”

Summary:

A dance rehearsal seemed harmless… until Carisi pulled out a wand, Amanda showed up with the ugliest heels on the planet, and Liv ended up dancing in Rafael’s arms.
Between missteps, stolen glances, and the sweet innocence of a child eager to see his mom in love, the room turned into a stage for emotions.

Notes:

I hope you enjoy this chapter full of humor and romance.

CHAPTER 6: "TWO-BEAT RHYTHM"

The sentence was carried out and, just as Munch had predicted, Fin and Amaro showed up for rehearsal.
Amaro smiled like it was a personal challenge.
—Moving boxes... I can do that. This is how I prove who's the strongest.
—Speak for yourself —Fin replied—. My back disagrees.
—Don’t exaggerate, they’re just boxes… and you’re carrying the lightest one —Carisi commented, always optimistic.
—Tell that to my chiropractor —Fin muttered—. I’ll send you the bill.

The room smelled strongly of lavender. The wooden floor gleamed.
—I hate that smell —Amaro said, wrinkling his nose.
—Weren’t you saying this would be easy? —Fin teased, with a mocking tone.

With Fin and Amaro’s help, Carisi quickly finished setting up the room.

—And isn’t the pretty boy going to help? —Fin asked.
—He has immunity. He’s our star dancer —Carisi smiled—. Although… we could make an exception if you want, and you could... —Carisi suggested with a grin.
—Pretty boy —Fin grumbled.

Rafael smirked and crossed the room elegantly, carrying his gym bag, exuding an air of superiority.
The tap-tap of his shoes echoed with a “yes, I know you’re watching me” vibe.

 

Everyone was ready... except Olivia and Amanda.
Carisi kept checking his watch and drumming his fingers on his legs. They were already almost 30 minutes late because of them. The atmosphere was starting to get tense.

To kill boredom during the wait, Amaro glanced at the records; Fin just whistled and looked around, while Rafael frowned as he made a call that seemed important.
The sound of Carisi’s footsteps grew louder; he was marking the beat of impatience. It looked like one of his veins might burst; his face turned red.

Amaro bumped shoulders with Fin and whispered: —He’s gonna explode in three, two, one.
—I quit! —Carisi exploded—. This is impossible!

 

Just as he finished those words, Olivia and Amanda burst through the door, running, sweat on their foreheads and flushed cheeks.
Their entrance distracted everyone, drawing all eyes to them.
Rafael looked up and stared a second longer than necessary, as if trying to hide that he’d forgotten what he was saying on the phone.
—I’m sorry! —Olivia said, out of breath and a bit embarrassed.
Carisi shot her a deadly look.
—My fault —Amanda intervened, lifting a small bag with heels inside—. I forgot my shoes.
—Perfect. Couldn’t you have packed the bag earlier? —Carisi scolded.
—No, because unlike some, I have a busy life... I don’t stay up late chatting with strangers —Amanda shot back.

 

Amanda’s words echoed in Rafael and Liv’s minds, reminding them that the night before, they’d been chatting unknowingly. They felt awkward, as if the reprimand was aimed at them.
An uncomfortable silence followed. Rafael tensed. Olivia swallowed hard. For a second, neither dared to look at each other, but finally, their eyes met, and as if sharing a dangerous secret, they looked away at the same time.

 

—Forgetfulness happens to anyone, detective —Rafael said calmly, but with a slight warmth Olivia instantly noticed.
The whole group looked at him, surprised.

 

—Alright —Carisi said in his “high school teacher” tone—, we start in ten minutes. But know this: we’ll finish later… thanks to our lovely partners.
—Thanks, Amanda —Amaro snorted as he passed by.
—Buy yourself a watch or pack your things earlier —Fin added, giving him a pat.

 

Rafael passed by Olivia silently, but as he brushed her arm, he whispered just low enough for her to hear:
—Late... but worth it.
Olivia looked at him, pretending to be annoyed, but the smile she tried to hide betrayed her.

The girls left the dressing room.
—Liv, are you going to wear those heels again? —Amanda kept staring at the shoes.
—Yes, I’ve got a bit better at them —she smiled proudly.
—How did you manage?
—Practice... and more practice —Liv said.
—Don’t tell me you practiced all night... Although that would explain your dark circles —Amanda stared intently.
—Not at all, just a little while —a smile appeared on her face remembering the chat with “Tango Legal.” Definitely, she thought reconnecting today wouldn’t be a bad idea.
—Suit yourself —Amanda replied.
—Are you sure about those shoes? —Liv asked.
—Yes —Amanda smiled confidently.
—I don’t think Carisi will like them —Liv warned, half amused, half concerned.

They left the dressing room. Amanda walked with poise and confidence, almost arrogance, her heels clicking on the wooden floor, announcing her arrival. Although, honestly, her shoes weren’t very glamorous.
Liv, on the other hand, walked more confidently than yesterday. She only almost fell once, but this time Rafael’s heroic efforts were overshadowed by Amaro.

 

—Liv, that’s a deadly trap! —he grabbed her arm, looking at the shoes as if they were a weapon.
—Thanks...
Rafael, from afar, just sighed watching his chance to intervene slip away.

 

—Let’s start rehearsal —Carisi said—. Today will be lighter, thanks to you surviving yesterday’s warm-up.
The record player started. Everyone tried their best under Carisi’s strict gaze as he walked among them with his baton like a magic sword, evaluating every step.
—Open your legs more! Stretch! Bend! Straighten your back! —his orders echoed in the room.
Fin barely tried to dance, causing Carisi to roll his eyes in frustration.
Liv and Rafael, however, were totally focused, thankful for having spent the previous night watching tutorials and reviewing the chat.

 

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly. Everyone turned.
—What’s wrong? —they asked in unison.
—Rollins! I can’t... I can’t handle those shoes —Carisi shouted, pointing at Amanda’s heels—. What are those?
—You asked for heels... —Amanda lowered her gaze—, and this is what I brought.
Everyone turned to Amanda. Her shoes were red, with a huge bow and a low heel. They were awful.

Amaro burst out laughing; Fin followed, while Rafael laughed quietly, trying to hold it in.
—Awful —Amaro said between laughs—. Not even my grandma would wear those.
—I told you, Amanda —Liv whispered, putting a hand to her head.

—I knew this could happen. Rollins, check that box. I must have some heels there… and please, get those horrible shoes away from my sight —Carisi said, covering his eyes as if he’d seen a crime.
—You look like a pervert —Amaro muttered, crossing his arms.
—It’s work material, detective. Just shoes. Shoes! —Carisi replied, offended.
—Enough talk. To your partners! —he ordered with a sharp hand clap.

Everyone rushed to Liv. She knew whose hand to take but chose Fin more out of obligation than choice.

Amaro approached Rafael with a sly smile.
—Let’s be clear, lawyer… you’ll be the girl.
—No way! —Carisi suddenly appeared, pointing at Amaro like he’d committed heresy—. No, no... you’ll be the girl.

—Fine... I’ll be the girl —Amaro conceded, dropping his shoulders in theatrical exaggeration.

They started dancing, but Carisi, not convinced, reconsidered.
—I’ve decided to make some changes —Carisi announced with a conductor’s voice. He approached Fin, who was holding Liv by the waist, and gently pushed him aside.

 

—Liv, come with me. —He took her hand and handed her to Rafael as if she were a porcelain doll.
The moment their fingers brushed, a shiver ran through both. Warm hands; flushed cheeks.
Fin looked at them as if to say —I know what’s going on here— but stayed silent.

 

—It’s an experiment —Carisi said—. I won’t let my best students go to waste.
Amanda had already found perfect heels, but seeing how Liv and Rafael looked at each other, she pretended she couldn’t find anything and dramatically started digging through the box.

—We’ll remember yesterday’s steps. And don’t lose the rhythm! —Carisi raised his baton like a general.

 

The music began: elegant, magical, enveloping, almost dangerous...
As soon as the violins played, Liv and Rafael entered another world, as if the sound invited them to love and dance. For a moment, it seemed like only they existed, their brown and green eyes locked, holding a battle.
The rest watched, hypnotized by the dancers’ performance, almost like professionals.
At the end, they applauded. Amaro interrupted with a whistle that echoed through the room and hurt Fin’s sensitive ears.
Carisi, puffed with pride, said:
—I’m a great teacher.
Though inside he thought: When did they learn that? I haven’t even taught it yet!

 

—Wonderful —Rafael said as the last note faded into the air, still holding her in his arms.
Liv gave him a sweet, deep look that could stop time. Rafael felt heat rise up his neck to his cheeks, a blush that rarely caught him off guard. Their hearts kept racing as if they were still dancing.

 

Then, a voice shattered the spell.
—Mommy, you’re the best!
Liv tensed, her heartbeat rushing to her throat. Their hands separated awkwardly, and a thin sweat moistened her palms.

 

At the doorway, Noah beamed brightly. Next to him, Munch let go of his hand, and the boy took off running. His curls bounced with each step, and the fast tapping of his small feet on the wooden floor sounded like a joyful drum.

Liv barely had time to open her arms before Noah lunged at her. The momentum almost knocked her down, but a firm arm —Rafael’s— intervened just in time. His fingers clutched her waist longer than necessary, and for a moment, they looked like a family.

 

Noah looked up, his eyes shining like two honey buttons.
—Uncle Rafa, why are you hugging my mommy?
Rafael blushed even more and stepped back.
—Noah... —Liv murmured, not knowing what to say.
—I know... it’s a group hug! —the boy declared, making everyone laugh.

 

Noah was about to run off again to pull Rafael along, but Liv intercepted him, hugging him tight and covering his cheeks with kisses.
—My little prince, you here?
—You promised, Mommy. You said you’d come with me.
—Yes, but only if there was no one to look after you —she said with a smile mixing love and mild scolding.
—I’m sorry, Liv —Munch intervened, approaching with his slow gait and that gaze that scanned every corner of the room.
—But curiosity killed the cat.
Liv gave him a warning look.
—Well... the cat and the tiger. He’s the cat and I’m the tiger —Munch clarified, pointing at Noah, who chuckled.

 

 

Then, Munch approached the record player, glancing sideways at Liv and Rafael.
—I must say, detective, I’m impressed with what you’ve achieved with these two —he said, pointing at them.
Carisi smiled at the compliment.
—If you can get this with Liv, who’s the substitute, I want to see Detective Rollins, our worthy representative.
His face changed, revealing a mix of doubt and embarrassment.
—Sure... —he muttered, as if trying to convince himself.

 

—As contest judge, I demand a demonstration, but now with her —he pointed at Amanda.
—I’m not that good… Maybe Liv should be the one to dance —she said with a terrified look, like facing a dreadful exam.
—How badly can she dance? —Munch asked, pulling a chair next to the record player.

 

The music started. Rafael, a true gentleman, went to Amanda and offered his hand.
The beginning was a disaster: Amanda stepped on him, and Rafael winced slightly.
Everyone watched from the stands.
—What a clumsy start —Amaro laughed.
—I’m sorry —Amanda said—. I didn’t mean to.
But it happened again.
—Imagine it’s Liv... imagine it’s Liv... —Rafael kept repeating in his mind as consolation.
For a brief moment, maybe half a second, it seemed to work...

 

—No! Not like that! Nooo! —Carisi’s frustration was evident.
The dance was a chaos, so much that Munch stopped the record player.
Everyone welcomed the end; even Noah covered his face every time he saw a stomp.
—Enough torture. I can’t watch this man suffer anymore —Munch got up from his chair.
—I think we need to go back to basics. The committee won’t forgive me for supporting you, but you need a lot of help.
He turned to Amanda:
—And you, dear, need a miracle. Though I don’t promise to turn you into Shirley Temple, I’ll do something.
Amanda just looked at him as if she were getting a teacher’s reprimand.

—I’ll put some order —Munch continued, assessing everyone.
—Don’t take it personally, detective. You did the best you could. But difficult cases require extreme measures.

 

Like a conductor, he began giving orders. Boxes moved, chairs squeaked, tape was cut. The group’s reactions varied: Carisi and Amanda disappointed; Fin and Rafael tired; Noah, Liv, and Amaro happy and curious.
—I’ll make you shine… not like diamonds, but like sequins on a ballerina’s dress —he said, rolling up his sleeves.
—Fin, you’ll handle the music. Detective Carisi, watch the technique. Looks like you’re the only one with style.
—Pairs will be: Amanda and Rafael; Liv and Amaro. If this doesn’t work, we’ll stay until midnight.

Without protest, everyone started dancing. Only twenty minutes had passed and, pushed by Munch’s authoritative gaze, the group was noticeably improving.
During a break, everyone looked at little Noah, who ran to Munch.
The boy cleared his throat.
—Uncle Munch!
—Sorry, kiddo, I haven’t forgotten you. If you want, you can help with...
—No, Uncle Munch. I want my mommy to dance with Uncle Rafa... and do this.

 

He pulled out a record cover. Munch and Fin approached, took it in their hands, and held a brief silence. It was a clear image: a dancing couple kissing under a soft light.

Fin stepped back laughing.

—Our new director has spoken —Munch said mockingly, holding up the record like a trophy for everyone to see.

 

Rafael swallowed hard, stiff, his hands still warm. He didn’t dare move.
Liv froze.
All eyes were on her.
The silence thickened.
—Noah... —Liv whispered, but didn’t finish the sentence.
—Come on, Mommy! I want to see that step! —the boy insisted, with a sweetness impossible to ignore.

 

Rafael looked at her. She looked away for a moment, but when their eyes met, something in them spoke louder than words.
Munch placed the record on the player.
—Take your positions. This is going to get interesting —he announced.

Rafael stepped toward her. Liv, heart pounding, extended her hand to him without thinking.

 

The touch was light, almost accidental, but enough to send that spark neither the most practiced dance nor any rehearsal could have sparked.
The needle dropped onto the vinyl, and an expectant silence filled the room just before the first note played.

 

“Noah wanted a movie-style kiss. They just wanted to avoid stumbling over their own feelings.”

 

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Chapter 7: THE KISS

Summary:

A dance floor, dim lights, and a tango that says more than lips can silence.
Olivia and Rafael face a carefully choreographed routine... orchestrated by their team. What begins as a joke turns into a moment heavy with tension, glances, and something that almost happened.
In front of everyone — and under Noah’s watchful eyes — the dance becomes a silent confession. But when the climax arrives, will they have the courage to cross the line... or will they choose to leave desire on hold?

Notes:

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

CHAPTER 7 THE KISS

 

True to his role, Fin set the record player in motion. The music began to flow, filling the room with an expectant air.

Amanda had already located the light switch and dashed to turn off the lights. Her heart raced: she was about to fulfill her friend’s dream, even if Liv denied it.
—Three, two, one... lights ready! — she announced, raising her hand and thumb toward Fin, signaling him to start.
Carisi, nearby, looked at her suspiciously.
— Why do I have a feeling you planned this, Rollins? — he said with a stern tone, though he couldn’t hide his curiosity. — And the worst part is, I think you’re actually enjoying it.

Amanda swayed from side to side, as if caught in a little mischief.
—Not at all. I didn’t do anything. It was all Noah and Munch’s idea—  she replied with a playful voice.

Like it was a movie screening, Noah and Munch had already settled into the stands, hunting for the best angle.
Munch pulled his phone out of his jacket, aiming it at the couple.
— This is pure gold... just as good or better than a romantic film — he murmured with satisfaction.
—Munch, don’t you think we’re taking this a bit too far? Poor Liv... we shouldn’t have dragged her into this,” Amaro’s voice sounded more worried than amused.
He brought his hands to his face.
—I really think it’s abuse of power.
Munch didn’t even flinch, grinning ear to ear.
—I didn’t force anyone. They could’ve said no if they wanted.
Then he ruffled Noah’s hair, messing it up conspiratorially.
—And the audience gets what they want, right, buddy?
—Next time, I’m checking Carisi’s records and confiscating any with suggestive covers,” Fin growled, crossing his arms.
Amaro leaned toward Fin and whispered:
—I bet lunch he kisses her.”

Rafael held her hand. Both were starting to sweat, something unusual for them.
Then he slowly let go, as if signaling the start, and looked at her attentively, studying every detail.

Liv’s cheeks were lightly flushed, giving her an adorable air, while his eyes shone unusually bright, a spark that made her fall for him.

Their steps, elegant though sometimes clumsy, echoed on the wooden floor of the hall.
Liv danced shyly, avoiding getting too close. Although they had danced together before, this time was different. Now they had an audience: their team... and Noah.

—Nothing will happen if you touch me, I swear, —Rafael laughed.
She turned her gaze away.
—Oh... are you afraid of me, Detective Benson? —she whispered.
—Never, lawyer —she replied, firm and challenging.

After those words, Liv’s grip grew more confident. With trust, she rested her left hand on Rafael’s back and, feeling him, found strength.
He, in response, took her by the waist and guided her hand with his.
He was nervous too, but better at hiding it.
She was the one giving him courage with every step.

 

They began to dance. Their movements weren’t always perfect, but between them reflected a natural chemistry, a vibration of love, elegance, and seduction that enchanted those watching.

Noah couldn’t stop watching, amazed by how his mom danced.
Liv let the music take over as it quickened its pace. With every beat, her steps grew bolder; she remembered what she had learned, dared to try moves from tutorials and videos. And her friend’s words echoed in her mind, “Legal Tango”:
“Then dance with your heart.”

 

Rafael understood without words. As if they were one, he followed her energy, they spun, and in an instant, he lifted her and held her in his arms.
Both smiled uncontrollably. They didn’t know where the smile came from, but it was impossible to stop.
They felt like they were climbing a mountain—and doing it together.

The gazes of the others never left them: Carisi, happy; Amanda, expectant for her friend; Amaro and Fin, incredulous; Noah, excited; and Munch, delighted with the show.

The music slowed down gradually, approaching the grand finale... the moment Noah had been waiting for: the kiss.

Olivia and Rafael’s eyes met. It was like a silent battle; for a moment, everything stopped.

—Do it, Mom! — Noah exclaimed, clenching his fists, leaning forward to catch every detail.
Amanda bit her lip and pinched Carisi’s arm, who in turn bit his free hand.
Amaro covered half his face.
Fin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

—It’s not necessary, Liv— he murmured, not so much because of the bet with Amaro, but because he didn’t want his friend to sacrifice herself.
Munch took off his glasses and leaned in even more.
—Kiss her, kiss her... —he whispered to himself.

Rafael leaned in. Liv did too. The tingling between them was obvious.

Why can’t I just let myself go? Olivia thought, feeling Rafael’s closeness.

But just in time, Olivia summoned all her willpower and stepped back elegantly, spinning away naturally.

 

Rafael stayed standing in the middle of the room, a smile on his lips that even he didn’t fully understand, watching her walk away with that defiant look that completely disarmed him.

 

Some were disappointed. Others relieved.

The echoes of the tango still vibrated in the air and a question hung on everyone’s lips.
No one said it out loud.
But everyone felt it:

That was not the end.

It was only the beginning.
There was no kiss... but the silence between them said everything their lips dared not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

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Chapter 8: BETWEEN THE DANCE AND THE BOXES

Summary:

After a long-awaited dance in the rehearsal hall, emotions are running high, and nerves don’t fade as quickly as the music does. Liv tries to keep her composure while dealing with her own feelings, the curious eyes of her friends, and Noah’s mischief — who seems to have his own plans for the grand finale.

Notes:

I hope you enjoy this chapter full of laughter and proposals.

CHAPTER 8 BETWEEN THE DANCE AND THE BOXES

The record player stopped, ending the music.

Everyone in the rehearsal hall fell silent.

The big grand finale Noah had wished for... hadn’t happened.

 

Liv crossed the dance floor as naturally as she could until she reached the bathroom. But inside, the excitement of the moment still burned: her heart was pounding, and the blush on her cheeks was impossible to hide.

 

She closed the bathroom door, leaned against the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror. She splashed water on her face, trying to calm the trembling she still felt on her skin.
—What were you thinking, Olivia? —she whispered reproachfully to herself, staring at her reflection. Her body still betrayed her nervousness; her hands and legs trembled slightly.

 

As if the water could wash away her feelings, she kept splashing her face. Deep down, she couldn’t hide a smile—she still felt that flutter all over her body.

—Are you okay? —Amanda asked, entering and tossing her a towel with a knowing smile.
—Yes, why wouldn’t I be? —Liv answered, looking away.

—I don’t know... you tell me. After that dance with a certain assistant district attorney... —Amanda teased.

—Not at all, I...—Liv began nervously, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
—Then why did you run away?

—I didn’t run away, it’s just that...
She didn’t know how to answer her friend. Should she tell Amanda how she felt? Or keep it just to herself?

 

Fortunately, the door burst open. Noah ran to her.
—Mommy! I really liked how you danced! —he exclaimed, throwing himself into her arms.

—Thanks, sweetheart —Liv replied, melting into his hug.

Noah leaned close and added joyfully in a low voice:
—But you know... you missed the kiss, Mommy.

—No way, kiddo. It’s late, and you should be getting ready for bed.
—The kiss... —Noah insisted.
—No kisses. Those are just for you.
She showered him with hugs and kisses, making him laugh.

Amanda watched, amused.

 

Noah ran back to the hall, his small hurried steps echoing on the wooden floor.
He went straight to Rafael, who was grabbing a bottle of water.
—Uncle Rafa —he said, crossing his arms and putting on his most serious expression, like a little prosecutor.

Rafael looked at him curiously, almost about to laugh, but held it back.
—There was no kiss! Can you dance again? I authorize it —Noah declared mischievously, his eyes shining with an unusual glow.
Rafael nearly spat out the sip of water he was drinking, his face flushing bright red.

 

Liv heard it from the hallway. She covered her face with her hand, embarrassed, while Amanda chuckled quietly.

 

Munch, watching from a corner, spoke up with amusement:

—That concludes the public torture... you may now go about your business.

 

Without another word, he left the room, the elegant and measured sound of his footsteps fading away.

 

Everyone sighed deeply, especially Liv and Rafael, who wanted to run away from there.

Munch and Amaro said their goodbyes.
—You coming, Liv? —Fin asked.
—No, we’ll stay a little longer to help Carisi clean up. I’ll ask him to give us a ride —she replied.
—Okay, suit yourself —Fin said.
—See you tomorrow —Amaro added.
—Yeah —Liv nodded.
She felt that staying a little longer would bring peace to her heart. Besides, poor Carisi couldn’t handle it all alone.

 

—Hey, aren’t you going to help? —Amanda shouted.
—Forget it! We already did our part, carried the boxes at the start —Amaro defended himself.
—Ugh, fine —Amanda sighed in resignation.

 

At one end of the hall, Rafael who just minutes before only wanted to flee looked at the door, then at Liv, sighed deeply, and decided to stay.
He didn’t want to look bad to the team... or to Liv.
He picked up some props, and nearby, Noah copied him with a funny expression, happy to help.

Meanwhile, Amanda watched quietly, using the time to plot her matchmaking plan.
She wouldn’t give up, especially now that she had Noah’s help.
A mischievous smile crossed her face.
—This has to work —she murmured determinedly.

Amanda tried to get close to Noah, intent on teaming up with him.

—Come on, Noah, please... —she whispered to herself, not taking her eyes off him for a second.

But Noah ran around, jumping and shouting. Every time Amanda got close, he turned in the opposite direction, as if on purpose.

—This kid is going to be my downfall! —Amanda thought, frustrated.

 

From the other end of the hall, Liv watched the scene, her gaze fixed on Noah. For a second, her eyes met Rafael’s. But at that moment, something else occupied her mind. She couldn’t stop looking at the time.

—This can’t be happening... —Liv thought, carrying Noah, who was growing restless. He should be home, in bed.

They were almost done cleaning when Amanda once again failed to achieve her goal.

Amanda bent down, her legs aching; the heels were killing her.

But as soon as she saw Noah nearby, she didn’t hesitate.
The boy ran past her; desperate, Amanda stretched out her hand as far as she could to catch him.

—Just a little more, just a little... —she told herself as her fingers brushed the fabric of Noah’s pants.

 

Then—crash!

Everything happened in an instant. The boxes fell, their contents scattered across the floor, and all eyes turned toward her.

Fin and Amaro, already heading out, spun around alarmed by the loud noise. For a moment, they worried and started running toward the fallen boxes.

But seeing Amanda get up on her own among the scattered items, they abandoned their rescue mission.

 

Amaro stopped mid-laugh when he saw Amanda, but Fin nudged him lightly in the chest to look at Carisi, who seemed about to explode and preferred not to laugh.

—Run, Amaro. Run... Troy’s about to burn —Fin said seriously.

 

—I’m fine! —Amanda insisted as she struggled to get up, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Carisi looked at her disapprovingly.

—Great, Rollins, we were just about to leave, and you have to do this... —His tone left no room for excuses.
—Sorry... it wasn’t on purpose. —Amanda quickly stood, though her face showed obvious shame.

Noah, seeing the mess, ran to her side.
—Great, now Noah’s coming over... —Amanda thought with a mix of relief and resignation.
—Actually, Amanda should stay and finish cleaning up —Carisi remarked, his usual sarcastic tone accompanied by a pointed glance.

After a few minutes, the atmosphere grew more and more uncomfortable. Noah, restless, began making noise.
—Mommy, I want a cookie.

—Noah, honey, I don’t have cookies, but how about some water? —Liv tried to calm him, but the boy wasn’t having it.
—No! I don’t want it! —he began crying, his sobs quickly signaling an imminent tantrum. Liv held him tight, but nothing seemed to stop the storm.

 

Everyone tried offering something, but it wasn’t enough. A mint here, a piece of gum there, even Rafael’s coffee. Liv shot him a visibly annoyed look.

—Coffee, Rafael? —she said indignantly. —He’s a kid, not an adult with insomnia.

 Rafael blushed, embarrassed.
—I just... wanted to help —he murmured, feeling the awkwardness in the air.

 

—We can hurry up and finish quickly. Or someone can... —Carisi suggested, casting a critical look at everyone.
Seeing her chance, Amanda quickly intervened and stomped on Carisi’s foot to stop him from talking.
—Oh, you can go ahead and leave with Rafael —she said with a mischievous smile, finally confident the situation would be resolved somehow.

—But I don’t think Rafael wants to... —Liv added, trying to escape the situation.

—Yes, Liv, I’ll take you; it’ll be faster —Rafael offered softly, trying to fix the little coffee incident.

 

Tired and worn out, Liv just watched as Rafael carried Noah, who was still sobbing on her shoulder, wetting her shirt.

—This shouldn’t be happening, Noah. You should be home, sleeping... and you probably left your backpack with Munch —she murmured, pacing the hall anxiously, tears nearly welling up.

 

—Go, Liv. Amanda and I will finish this mess... if not, throw something else and we’re here till morning —Carisi said sarcastically.

Liv hesitated and sighed, looking at her son with concern in her eyes.

She felt like her body couldn’t take much more, but the habit of doing everything alone held her back.

—Alright... —she finally agreed, relieved to escape the tension.

Rafael stepped forward, more determined. He took the sports bag from her shoulder and slung it over his own. Then, looking her in the eyes, he opened his arms to Noah.
—Leave him to me. You’ve done enough.

 

With a mix of relief and fear, she handed over her son. Surprisingly, Noah settled against Rafael’s chest.
For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t carrying that burden alone.
They walked together toward the exit. Rafael led the way, carrying Noah carefully, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Liv followed, still incredulous, her arms empty, feeling both light and vulnerable at the same time.

 

Then, in a soft but clear voice, Noah whispered just loud enough for Liv to hear:

—Kiss him, Mommy. I know you want to.

Liv froze, heart pounding.

Rafael heard it too, but chose to say nothing. Instead, he smiled quietly to himself.

The moment hung between them  full of possibility and unspoken feelings.

 

 

 

Notes:

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Thank you for reading, Miss Scarlett.

Chapter 9: THE PROSECUTOR AND THE COOKIE

Summary:

Between coffees, stairs, and shared silences, Olivia and Rafael discover that emotional burdens can also be shared… even if only for one night.

Notes:

I hope you enjoy this chapter full of love, romance, and cookies.

 

CHAPTER 9: THE PROSECUTOR AND THE COOKIE

 

Rafael, though not used to being around children, was very attentive with Liv and Noah. He glanced sideways at Noah, uncomfortable but curious, as if he were an alien.

His shirt was already soaked, but despite the exhaustion, he showed no signs of displeasure.

 

Liv watched him silently, feeling a mixture of gratitude and some discomfort at seeing this very human side of him. She wasn’t used to seeing him so close.

 

Carefully, Rafael settled Noah in the backseat of the car and fastened his seatbelt. A simple gesture, but enormous for Liv.

 

—This little guy is on a hunger strike —Rafael commented, making a gesture as if smelling the aroma of a good coffee.

 

—I know a decent place nearby. They serve real coffee that will make you forget the night, along with some delicious cookies.

 

Liv couldn’t help but smile, but her tone was firm as she replied,

—It’s not necessary, Rafael. Just take us home and I’ll take care of everything. We’ve bothered you enough already.

Suddenly, her hand briefly touched his.

Realizing it, she quickly pulled away.

—Sorry."

—Always so formal with the thanks? There’s nothing to apologize for. Besides, the café is close —he responded softly, smiling, careful not to make the gesture awkward.

 

Noah continued crying in the backseat.

 

Rafael drove without exceeding the speed limits, but with enough urgency to show he understood the situation. He accelerated when necessary and gripped the steering wheel firmly, focused.

 

Liv, still wearing her seatbelt, turned around and tried to soothe Noah by caressing him and making funny voices and animal sounds to distract him.

 

Good Lord, she knew she looked ridiculous doing that; she was dying of embarrassment… She never thought she’d do that in front of Rafael Barba. When had she lost her dignity? — She blushed instantly and looked away.

 

Rafael looked at her sideways through the rearview mirror, letting out more than one smile.

—Sorry, Rafael… you must think I’m crazy."

—No, I just think you’re a good mother —he gave her a sweet smile.

—Go ahead, keep going, I won’t reveal anything… It’s a state secret —he added with a tone that was both understanding and playful.

—Do you really swear that?

—I swear it.

 

They arrived at the café, and he got out as fast as he could, leaving Liv and Noah in the car.

A few minutes passed, and Rafael bought the cookies that, with just three bites, managed to calm Noah.

 

They both smiled and high-fived in celebration.

Liv, because she felt that calm and control had returned. Finally, the boy fell asleep; Rafael too, because he had helped.

 

He watched Noah sleeping with the cookie still in his hand, almost as if he had won a trial… without words, without witnesses. Just with a cookie and a glance.

The peace was short-lived because now they were prey to an awkward silence.

Liv twisted the paper bag of cookies in her hands, not daring to look at him. He, on his part, kept his hands on the wheel, not knowing what to say.

 

For her, it was a relief when she saw her neighborhood; she finally felt she could relax a little.

Rafael stopped the car in front of her building. He got out to open the door for her.

—Thanks for everything, Rafa, —Liv said with a tired smile.

—Let me help you with Noah —Rafael offered in a paternal tone, as if he had known Liv forever.

—But there are many stairs… And your back must already be wrecked.

—It doesn’t matter, I’ll carry him.

 

Without giving her a chance, he picked up the child. Noah hugged him, placing his little arms around Rafael’s neck, letting him feel the warmth of his body and the sweet scent of his hair.

—Mommy —was all Noah managed to say in his dreams.

 

Rafael felt his heart fill with something beautiful he had never felt before, something hard to name, and it unsettled him.

 

They began to climb the stairs, and although Rafael was starting to get tired, he didn’t let go of Noah and gently stroked his back so he wouldn’t wake up.

 

For Liv, each step they climbed made her heart beat faster and also made her reflect on how truly warm Rafael was—not just the firm and brilliant prosecutor, but an exceptional person.

And for the first time in a long while, she wondered:

Was it wrong to let someone else share the burden, even if only for a moment?

For a brief instant, she imagined a life with him.

 

Finally, they arrived. Liv didn’t want that moment to end. She was happy watching Rafael’s back carrying Noah.

She opened the door. And as she handed the child over, their gazes met longer than necessary. Noah shifted in his sleep, and that small gesture brought them dangerously close.

 

Their lips barely touched—a soft, sweet, unexpected, and subtle brush.

It wasn’t a kiss, but it wasn’t a mistake either; it was brief and ambiguous.

Whatever it was… neither seemed willing to explain it.

 

The air was thick with tension and romance until a voice broke it.

 

—Am I interrupting something?" said a familiar voice, loaded with irony and in a tone that made them both pull away abruptly.

Olivia tensed immediately.

Her heart skipped a beat; she didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t need to look to know who it was.

 

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Chapter 10: THE TANGO CHAT

Summary:

🌹 Olivia tries to leave behind what is already over, but a memory knocks again at her door. Between the waltz of safety and the tango of passion, she must decide whether to trust what she knows… or risk something new. Little does she know the answer may be closer than she imagines

Notes:

I hope you enjoy today's chapter, which is full of romance and chat.

CHAPTER 10: THE TANGO CHAT

 

The magic and romance that had been there just moments ago were shattered by a voice, and the presence of…

 

“E... Ed?” —Olivia barely managed to say his name; she felt surprised, yet at the same time uneasy.

She sensed the past crashing back without warning. The air felt tense.

 

“I think I underestimated you. I didn’t imagine you’d forget so soon,” said Tucker, staring at her coldly.

 

“Ed, I….”

 

“Good evening. I’m Rafael Barba,” Rafael intervened, noticing Liv was nervous.

“Barba? Are you the new DA? I’ve only heard good things.”

“From some, yes. Deputy District Attorney. Though I’m afraid ‘good things’ is relative, depending on the circles.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Edward Tucker, Internal Affairs,” he said, extending his hand.

Both men were polite, but cold.

 

Tucker glanced once more at Liv, studying her closely. She held Noah in her arms.

“We’ll talk later.”

 

Without another word, he turned and walked away. Olivia remained at the threshold, with Noah half asleep in her arms.

 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“You don’t owe me any explanation. But if you need to talk…” Rafael replied, calm but with a hint of sharpness.

They watched each other in silence, until Noah began to stir, as if waking.

“See you tomorrow. Get some rest,” Rafael added, closing the door gently behind him.

 

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Olivia carried Noah to his room. As she did, a wave of thoughts washed over her: Had she made a mistake? What was that kiss? Why was Ed there, when everything had ended?

 

She needed someone to talk to. She wanted Amanda, but it was too late. And even if she called, how would she explain Rafael? Though, of course, it had only been a kiss—or maybe not even that.

 

She was exhausted from work and rehearsal. She couldn’t sleep. She had taken a shower, but it wasn’t enough. The water hadn’t washed away her doubts.

 

She went to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, and began pacing in circles, moving from kitchen to living room.

 

Until she thought talking to someone neutral might help.

 

She opened her laptop, sat on the sofa, and typed quickly to log into the tango forum. She was looking for… her friend? Tango Legal.

 

She waited minutes, listening to tango music, of course. Her coffee cup was nearly empty and he hadn’t shown up. She sighed deeply, deciding to close the session; it was nearly midnight.

 

Then it appeared.

 

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💬 Forum Chat

 

Tango Legal: Hi. Are you still online?

 

Seeing his name, she felt a strange joy. She blushed slightly and went to pour another cup of coffee.

 

Ballerina in love: Hello, yes… I’m here. Do you have time to talk?

 

Rafael did not expect her to be online, but something made him stay. He smiled.

 

Tango Legal: If it’s about a friend, yes. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. What do you want to talk about? What’s happening?

 

Olivia was speechless, her fingers paused over the keyboard.

 

Ballerina in love: Friend? Thank you…

 

Tango Legal: But if it bothers you, I…

 

Ballerina in love: I don’t know if talking is a good idea. It feels silly.

 

Liv brought her fist to her mouth, hesitated, but finally typed.

 

Tango Legal: If you want, I’ll log off. But I can listen without asking.

 

Ballerina in love: Let’s talk about tango.

 

Liv lied. She knew she couldn’t trust a stranger, but in that moment, she needed someone.

 

Tango Legal: There are no silly things here. Start in whatever way you want.

 

Rafael grabbed a cup of coffee too, then settled into his black leather armchair.

 

Fatigue was still there, but talking with her was an unexpected relief. So he made himself comfortable, ready to talk.

 

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Hours earlier…

Amanda was rushing to clear up her messy rehearsal space as fast as she could, being careful with everything she touched.

 

She held a record in her hands—old, vintage—and studied it closely.

 

Carisi watched from afar as he returned from the car after carrying boxes. From the doorway, he saw Amanda. He felt he had been harsh with her during the rehearsal.

Hands on hips, he sighed deeply. Maybe he’d regret it later. But after all…

“Everyone deserves a chance.”

 

He moved closer, his footsteps soft across the hardwood floor.

He cleared his throat, but Amanda didn’t look up.

 

“Mmm… Amanda,” he said softly, no answer.

“Rollins!” he raised his voice just enough to startle her.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I wanted to apologize. I let things get out of hand in rehearsal,” Carisi said, regret in his voice.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t that bad. I accept your apology,” she said, smiling.

 

“I was looking at this record.”

Carisi seated himself beside her and cleared his throat. “This was one of my grandmother’s favorites,” he said gently.

“How lovely… it must mean a lot to you. I also want to apologize. I never meant to damage your things—or break anything.”

He handed her the record, and their fingers brushed—just for a moment… but enough that he looked at her differently.

 

“Apology accepted. If everything is set, let’s head home. I'll take you.”

 

He tried to ignore the moment. *Rollins is just a friend,* he thought. *Must be the fatigue… or all the tango.*

 

“Thanks,” said Amanda, smiling.

 

“But don’t take too long—I want to get home early. You’ve delayed me more than you should.”

“Yes, sir. But don’t act like a gentleman the whole way, okay?” she teased, following him to the door.

 

---

 

 

 

Back to the chat…

 

Ballerina in love:  Well… me…

 

Tango Legal: Existential doubt? Come on, I won’t judge.

This is a safe place. I’m not some dangerous criminal.

 

Ballerina in love: I don’t think that. It’s just… not easy to explain.

 

Tango Legal: Trust me, I hear difficult things every day at work.

 

Ballerina in love: Your work?

 

Olivia recognized she was avoiding the topic. Rafael, on the other side, frowned.

 

Tango Legal: Let’s just say my days include hearing complicated stories.

But this isn’t about me. And if you’d rather stay silent… I can respect that too.

 

Ballerina in love: No, it’s okay. It’s just… hard.

 

Tango Legal: Take your time. I promise not to interrupt.

 

Olivia didn’t want him to leave. She began typing, cautious, hiding some details.

 

Ballerina in love: Okay, I’ll talk. It’s just… I had a dance partner once.

We danced well together. He preferred waltz.

I wasn’t very good at waltz, but we made it work.

Now I’ve met someone who dances tango with passion and connection.

And I… I don’t know if I’m ready to change the rhythm.

 

There was a long pause.

 

Ballerina in love: Forget it. Maybe we should just sleep.

 

She wasn’t used to speaking so openly. Her feelings… not even in metaphor.

 

Rafael noticed her hesitation and thought through his response.

 

Tango Legal:We can always change the rhythm.

Sometimes it’s just following the music that makes you feel alive.

The question is: what rhythm awakens you?

 

Ballerina in love:I’m confused. I miss the waltz.

It felt safe. But tango… it’s different.

 

Tango Legal:The waltz is safety. Tango is danger. Neither is better.

Just which one calls you.

 

Ballerina in love: Hard choice.

 

 

Tango Legal: I know. But only you hold the answer.

 

Ballerina in love Thank you… sometimes I just needed to read that.

Can we change the subject? I’m getting sleepy.

 

Tango Legal: Sure. For friends… or should I say… dance partners?

What’s your verdict?

 

Olivia laughed softly. He reminded her of him. But she dismissed the idea.

“Tango Legal would never join a tango forum. So serious. So intellectual… or… maybe?”

 

They stayed online for another half hour. Then Olivia logged off. She was tired—body aching, begging for rest.

 

This time, she didn’t want to be alone. She headed to Noah’s room, where he slept peacefully.

She lay beside him, wrapped him in a tender embrace, and within minutes, sleep took her.

But not before she thought of everything from that day: Noah, Rafael, Ed, Tango Legal, the kiss, the cookies.

 

In another corner of the city, someone else—perhaps with an empty coffee mug—switched off their screen.

 

 

 

Notes:

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Do you think they will both discover each other's true identities?
If you liked it, I hope you can leave me a kudo or comment.
Miss Scarlett

Chapter 11: MISSION: THE TANGO COOKIES

Summary:

Olivia Benson didn’t expect a rehearsal to turn into the beginning of something more, nor that her son Noah would become a silent accomplice. Rafael Barba didn’t plan on staying longer than necessary... and yet, here he is.
Between unspoken glances, sarcastic remarks, and a paper bag full of cookies, the line between duty and personal starts to blur.

Notes:

I hope you enjoy this sweet and romantic mission of Liv.

CHAPTER 11 MISSION: THE TANGO COOKIES

The cell phone alarm went off for the fifth time. Olivia could barely open her eyes; she was freezing and preferred the warmth of the blankets over facing the world.

She reached out to turn off the alarm, but the phone slipped and fell. The thud woke her up. She picked it up, yawned deeply, and checked the time: she had slept almost 40 minutes longer than planned—it was too much.

“No, no. If I rush, I’ll barely make it to school on time with Noah.”

 

As soon as she stood up, a sharp headache hit her, and her body ached as if she’d been through twenty operations.

The worst part was it wasn’t from work, but from something she had chosen herself—chatting with her new friend, Tango Legal.

“Great, Olivia.”

 

She turned to wake Noah but soon noticed a teddy bear where he should have been.

That alarmed her, and she ran to find him.

Everything was silent. As she walked, she felt every fiber of the carpet beneath her feet. The TV was on, showing old cartoons.

“Noah,” she called again, her voice more urgent and worried.

 

She approached the couch, and suddenly the little boy jumped up and shouted, “Boo!”

Olivia jumped back, feeling her heart nearly leap out of her chest.

“I’m sorry, Mommy… I didn’t mean to scare you that much,” he said, lowering his gaze and hiding his head.

Olivia quickly softened, took a few steps forward, and hugged him.

“You got me this time,” she said, holding him from behind and tickling him with her other hand.

 

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Yes, Mommy, since the big hand was there,” he said, pointing to the clock on the wall.

“You should have woken me up.”

“But you were tired, Mommy, and you were talking in your sleep.”

Olivia covered her mouth, blushing lightly, hoping she hadn’t said anything compromising that her son might have overheard.

 

“All right, I’ll make you breakfast.”

“I already did, Mommy. And I got dressed too,” he said, pointing to his half-eaten bowl of cereal, with milk spilled on the little coffee table.

 

Liv examined him, hand on her chin, assessing him with a look.

“Pretty close, but I’ll help you a bit,” she said as she put his sneakers on the right feet.

 

Noah took the opportunity to lean close to her ear and whisper.

“I like Uncle Rafa. Can we invite him for dinner someday?”

Liv smiled, but quickly her expression turned more serious.

 

Since when did she need advice from her son to boost her nonexistent love life?

“I don’t think so. Not after what happened yesterday,” she said, trying to change the subject.

 

“Then will you take me to rehearsal? I promise I’ll be good,” he said, giving his best smile to his mom, showing his small teeth and sweet eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” she said, caressing the boy’s cheek.

 

She quickly dismissed the idea. Just remembering how she imitated animal sounds in front of Rafael Barba and made a fool of herself made her stomach turn.

But also how he smiled just for her—a smile different from the one he usually showed in court.

 

As soon as Noah was ready, Liv hurried to notify that she’d be late. Cragen would understand, after all.

---

They managed to run to school in record time, greeted by the bustle of children and the honking of cars. Noah said goodbye with a hug and a kiss.

 

Olivia was already leaving when Noah’s voice made her turn immediately.

“Mommy, can you give this to Uncle Rafa?” he said happily, handing her a bag.

 

Olivia took the package. She was about to speak when Noah had already run toward the entrance, not giving her a chance to answer.

Liv opened the paper bag; inside was a yellow paper ball containing some teddy bear cookies—Noah’s favorite.

She pressed the bag to her chest, smiling tenderly.

 

This was how Noah thanked his Uncle Rafa for the cookies from the day before.

“Noah,” she murmured into the air.

 

What a difficult mission, Liv thought. She swallowed hard, feeling tension in her stomach and a blush spreading across her cheeks.

 

Her eyes went to the paper bag she held tightly with a crooked smile. Of course—because the last thing she needed was to face Rafael Barba holding teddy bear cookies in her hand.

“Thanks, Noah,” she whispered, unsure if she was saying it to him… or to someone else.

---

At the station, the usual noise of phones ringing and the coming and going of people could be heard. In the distance, two empty desks were visible.

 

Nick arrived running, crouching down to hide from Cragen and Munch’s gaze.

He looked for a hiding spot at each desk. He asked his colleagues to keep quiet, but it didn’t last long—he bumped into Cragen’s leg, and a few drops of sweat started to run down his forehead.

 

“You’re late, Amaro!” Cragen said in a warning tone with a stern look.

“Sorry, boss,” Nick quickly stood up, looked around nervously, and soon spoke.

“Liv hasn’t arrived either,” he said confidently, adjusting his shirt.

“Yeah, but she told me, stubborn head, and you didn’t. You’ll stay half an hour longer to make up for lost time.”

 

Nick had no choice but to walk defeatedly to his desk, while his coworkers quietly chuckled.

 

“I hope these days of intense rehearsal have made you as good as Gardel.”

They all exchanged glances and rolled their eyes. Carisi, like a good teacher, was ready to defend his students.

“Regarding that, everyone has improved, some more than others.

But there’s progress. If you want, you can come watch today’s rehearsal,” his voice professional and confident.

 

Everyone waved their arms and shook their heads to signal that was a bad idea.

“We have some backlog of work, so today’s rehearsal is canceled.”

 

They all sank into their chairs, breathing a sigh of relief.

“But I’m not ruling out the idea,” his look showed seriousness.

 

He already had one hand on the knob of his office door when he turned unexpectedly.

“By the way, what piece are Amanda and lawyer Barba going to dance?”

 

“Ahh,” Carisi was speechless this time, starting to stammer. They had rehearsed, of course, but hadn’t decided yet.

“Por una cabeza. Classic,” Munch chimed in, walking with his usual elegant stride, placing his hand on Carisi’s head.

 

“Although, if you ask me, there’s someone who seems to have lost more than just their head over a certain someone,” he said as he watched Liv and Rafael enter the station.

 

“Good choice, Carisi. I like it,” he said thoughtfully, standing in the doorway frame.

---

Rafael entered the station carrying his briefcase in one hand and a coffee in the other.

Olivia followed, walking almost side by side but holding the bag Noah had given her.

 

The moment their eyes met, Liv squeezed the bag tighter.

“Good morning, Liv,” Rafael greeted, with a slight nod.

Olivia responded with a restrained smile. “Good morning.”

This did not go unnoticed by Nick, who turned to look at Rafael.

 

“Excuse me, did you just call her Liv? Are you guys… dating?” he asked curiously, staring at the pair.

Liv said nothing, only squeezed the bag tighter and bit her lip.

A silence fell, accompanied by a slight tension as all eyes focused on them.

“Really? I didn’t know the relationship status of prosecutors was public information,” Rafael broke the silence with his usual sarcastic tone.

 

“That’s her name, dummy. How else do you expect me to call her?” Fin replied, tossing a paper ball at him.

“It’s just that, to him, we are, you know\... and he is.”

“Hi Rafael,” Fin greeted, extending his hand with a smile as if he were already part of the team.

Rafael quickly understood and shook Fin’s hand.

Munch, Carisi, and Amanda did the same.

 

“Since when is he one of us?” Nick asked.

“Since the moment he helped us after the rehearsal, Amaro,” Amanda said, emphasizing his name.

 

Amaro just stared, then stood up and extended his hand and gave Rafael a hug.

“If Liv approves, you’re welcome on the team, but don’t expect me to always hug you,” he said with a teasing smile.

 

After the hug, Nick made a suggestion.

“Come on, Liv, give him a hug—he’s not going to bite you.

Though I have to admit, Barba isn’t just charming... he’s got style.

He’s almost one of us.”

 

“I never thought a hug from Amaro would be my initiation test, but… I guess I earned it,” Rafael replied with a smile.

“I… It’s none of your business, Nick,” Liv said quickly, a bit annoyed.

 

“All right,” Rafael said, noticing Liv’s discomfort.

Munch, standing with arms crossed, gently pushed Liv.

 

Rafael returned the hug. They barely embraced tightly; it was a soft hug.

 

However, as Liv drew closer, she could sense the scent of his cologne—one that always seemed to linger just a bit longer than necessary.

For a brief moment, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the firmness of his arms.

 

She just hoped she wouldn’t blush, trying to control her breathing, closing her eyes and counting mentally: 1, 2, 3.

 

Rafael sensed a slight nervousness in Liv, feeling a slight tremor in her, though he began to doubt if it was really because of him. He had never met a woman who made him feel that way.

 

Although he wanted the hug to last a little longer, he felt a slight discomfort from her and preferred to give her space, breaking the moment to speak:

“I’ve seen criminals with less fear of interrogation.”

Liv only gave a small smile.

---

Cragen managed to break the moment, calling Rafael into his office.

Liv just sighed in relief, quickly turning on her computer and pretending to focus.

Her gaze kept drifting back to the cookie bag, reassessing the situation.

 

She could lie to Noah and say she hadn’t seen Rafael, but that went against the values she had taught her son. Besides, knowing Noah, he would insist until he got his way.

 

There was also the option of just giving the cookies to him. How hard could that mission be?

 

The more she thought about it, the more her head started to hurt. She took a long sip from her water bottle, searching her purse for a pill to ease the pain.

Before leaving, Cragen’s tone softened to a more paternal one.

“By the way, lawyer — I mean Rafael — I’m sorry if at any point the guys or I made you feel like you weren’t part of the team.

Welcome to the team. I see you went through your initiation ceremony,” he said, giving him a firm hug.

 

Olivia, from her desk, kept turning around, waiting to see Rafael leave.

Suddenly, the door opened, and there he was.

 

“By the way, Liv, there’s no rehearsal today. Can you let Rafael know?” Carisi interrupted her thoughts.

“Ah, yes, I’ll tell him.”

“What do you have there? Can I see?” he asked, pointing at the bag.

“Nothing, it’s just a gift from Noah.”

 

Carisi was about to ask more, but was cut off by Fin’s voice.

“Alright, Liv, I’m counting on you.”

 

Rafael was about to disappear from her sight when Olivia stood up quickly, thinking she had an excuse to talk and complete her mission.

Come on, it can’t be that hard, she told herself, taking the paper bag that was already starting to tear from being gripped so tightly all morning.

She walked determinedly straight toward Rafael, even though her hands were shaking.

“Rafael.”

He turned. They stood face to face.

She was about to speak when her phone rang.

She stopped and looked down. Then she saw the name on the screen—it was Ed Tucker.

 

 

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading, and I'd love for you to leave me a kudos or comment. What do you think will happen with Liv and Rafael?
Miss Scarlett

Chapter 12: WALTZ OR TANGO?

Summary:

Olivia wants to do the right thing, but sometimes the right thing isn't so clear.
A failed attempt at a conversation with Rafael, a persistent call from Ed, a forgotten bag of cookies… and a decision that can no longer be postponed.
Caught between duty, the past, and what she still doesn’t dare to name, Olivia faces a dilemma that doesn’t fit in any case file:
Should she follow the safe waltz of yesterday… or take the leap into the uncertain tango of now?

Notes:

I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Do you think Olivia will be able to complete the mission?

CHAPTER 12  WALTZ OR TANGO?

Olivia ran toward Rafael, holding the bag of cookies. She wasn’t going to miss this chance—not now that she had made up her mind. She took a deep breath, relaxed her shoulders, let her arms hang naturally at her sides, and walked with as much composure as she could manage.

 

"Rafael," she called out.

As soon as he heard her voice, he turned around. He looked like he had something urgent to say.
"Olivia."

They stood face to face. He watched the way her hair moved and those eyes—eyes he was starting to like far more than he wanted to admit.

"I wanted to…" she began, mentally rehearsing how to keep the conversation going without sounding nervous or foolish. She’d never cared about that before… but now…

 

Suddenly, a buzzing sensation pulled her out of her thoughts—her phone was ringing at her side.
She grabbed it, exhaling with annoyance when she saw the name.

Ed Tucker.

 

It wasn’t like her, but this time she chose not to answer.

Rafael remained silent, giving her space.

"Rafael, about yesterday, with Noah…"
"Olivia, there’s nothing to explain. Let’s just say it was a lapse in judgment. It was an accident—it didn’t happen."
The words tasted bitter to Rafael. Because deep down, that almost-kiss had meant something.

"Sorry for the hug—but your team’s common sense was a little… off balance," she added.

"Yeah," was all she could say, swallowing hard, sensing his emotional distance.

The walls around Rafael—walls made of fear and detachment—were back up. His voice, his gaze… they weren’t the same as the night before.

"I get it, but I just…"
Her phone rang again. Ed. This time, she answered—maybe as a way to avoid what she couldn’t face.

 

"Benson."
"Finally. We need to talk—same café as always," said Tucker on the other end.
"I don’t think—"
"Please. Six o'clock. I’ll be there."
"I’ll try," she answered.

She hung up.

 

Rafael waited patiently for her to finish the call. He had no right to ask questions, though he was curious.
“Sorry,” Olivia said.
“It’s always just a phone call,” he replied, with that courtroom tone of his.

“Did you want to tell me something? I don’t have much time.”

A brief silence.

 

Now it was his phone that interrupted.
"Sorry, I’ve got to go. We’ll talk later." He gripped his briefcase tightly and rushed out of the precinct.

 

Liv just stood there, watching him leave. She returned to her desk, full of doubt—and a little annoyed with herself for failing her mission: to deliver Noah’s cookies. The paper bag was almost falling apart.
But she was also annoyed at Rafael. He seemed like a different person—colder, distant.

 

Now her day was even more complicated. The hands on the clock kept moving, ticking down to the meeting she didn’t want to attend.

 

What would be harder to face: Noah’s disappointment over the undelivered gift… or her unresolved past with Ed?

She sank into her chair. The headache had returned.

Rafael was in his office, reading a case file. He reviewed a statement he had written himself, scanning every line carefully.
Suddenly, his own words felt too calculated, too precise.

 

A wave of guilt came over him. He blinked and threw the file onto his desk. The pages scattered.

 

He started to gather them again, but there was a shadow of frustration in his eyes. He remembered how cold he’d been with Olivia that morning—he hadn’t even let her speak.

 

Deep down, he knew why. But he refused to admit it.

He never regretted his words. But this time...

He picked up his phone and rolled it between his hands.

 

He took a long breath and exhaled.

It’s still too early, he told himself. We’ll clear things up at rehearsal.

"I'm losing control. What are you doing to me, Olivia Benson?"
He took a sip of his coffee—it tasted different today.

Olivia spent the rest of the day buried in case files and interrogations—exactly what her mind needed.
In the corner of her desk, the forgotten bag of cookies still sat, untouched.

 

Later that afternoon, Noah called with Lucy’s help, bringing a little joy to Liv’s hectic day.
The boy spoke excitedly about his school adventures. Liv couldn’t help but smile.

"Be good for Lucy, okay?"
"Mommy," Noah whispered before hanging up, "Did you give him my present?"
"Ah…" She glanced toward the package.
"I’ll give it to him at rehearsal, I promise," she said, forcing a smile just before ending the call.

 

"Those cookies…" she muttered aloud, sighing.

 

"Liv," said Amaro.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear your call… but remember, there’s no rehearsal today. Let’s grab a drink. You in?"

She buried her face in her hands.
"Oh no."

"Something wrong?"
"Nothing," she said quickly.

 

Olivia, how could you forget to tell Rafael there’s no rehearsal?

She made a quick decision.
She called once. No answer. She hesitated to try again… and didn’t.

 

The day was ending—and so was her meeting with the past. Her meeting with Ed Tucker.

Throughout the afternoon, she kept trying to reach Rafael, without success.
She even called his office—same result. He’d left hours ago.

 

Olivia took a deep breath, trying to understand why Rafael wasn’t answering.

 

She felt like she was chasing down a witness in a case. And that’s exactly what she would do. After all, she was a damn good detective.

 

She checked her phone: 5:30 PM.
There was no way to be in two places at once. It was just like the question at the heart of her dance metaphor: The safe waltz… or the uncertain tango? Ed Tucker or Rafael Barba?

 

She let herself fall back into her chair, thinking it might be better to just stay late at work than make a choice.

Then her eyes landed on a photo of Noah on her desk.
She realized that what she was about to do… wasn’t for Rafael. Or for Ed.
It was for her son.

 

She stood up and approached her partner.

"Nick, can you cover for me—just this once?" she asked, her voice steady.

Amaro looked at her closely, the smile fading from his face.
After a pause, he replied:

"Liv… why do you do that? Don’t give me that look."
"Ah—It’s about Noah?"
"Let’s just say yes."
"Alright, but you owe me a drink," he said, grinning again.
"Thanks, Nick."

 

She grabbed her bag and Noah’s package, and rushed out.

In the cab, she pulled out her phone and texted Ed Tucker:
"I’m sorry. I won’t be able to make it."

 

Then, she tried calling Rafael again.
No answer…

What if this time, Rafael wasn’t just not answering… but didn’t want to be found?

 

 

Notes:

Thank you for reading.
Which one do you prefer — the waltz or the tango? Feel free to leave me a kudo or a comment, I’d love to hear from you.
Miss Scarlett

Chapter 13: BETWEEN NOTES AND SILENCES

Summary:

A cold night, a bag of cookies, a tango that won’t stop playing, and a question that echoes from the past.
Olivia, Rafael, and Sonny learn that destiny, too, can be rehearsed—sometimes with love, sometimes with doubt, and always with a bit of hope.

Notes:

I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

CHAPTER 13 BETWEEN NOTES AND SILENCES

 

Olivia stepped out of the cab and reached the courthouse, the echo of her heels trailing behind her with every step.

She made her way to Rafael’s office, her knuckles landing with weight on the door—but it was too late.

 

Rafael was no longer there. His whereabouts remained a mystery.

 

After several failed attempts, she gave up and began to walk away, her steps unsteady, shoulders low, the quiet hallways swallowing her as she held a bag of cookies—now reduced to almost crumbs.

 

She just wanted to fulfill her son’s request: deliver the cookies to Uncle Rafa.

But as she slumped down onto the courthouse steps, head in her hands, the question lingered. Was this really about Noah… or about herself?

She rolled her eyes—she knew the answer, but couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.

 

She tried calling Rafael again. No answer.

She switched the cookie bag from one hand to the other, until something clicked—she remembered the rehearsal location.

 

“It’s worth a shot, she whispered to herself.

 

With practiced ease, she descended the courthouse stairs—steps she knew by heart.

 

The streets were still buzzing. She hailed the first cab she saw with a sharp whistle and gave the driver the address. Her instincts told her she might still catch him.

 

“Rafael…” she couldn’t get him out of her head.

“Please be there…” she whispered, bouncing her leg anxiously, eyes closed, wearing an expression almost invisible to the world.

 

Traffic was brutal—honking horns, engines, chaos all around.

Impatient, she jumped out a few blocks early and ran the rest of the way, her breath growing heavy, clouds of condensation escaping her lips in the cold night air.

 

And then she saw him.

Standing there—same effortless stance, same unmistakable presence.

On his right shoulder: his black gym bag, the one she was starting to recognize. In his hand: his signature leather briefcase.

Olivia slowed her pace, running her hands through her hair and over her coat to compose herself, steadying her breath.

 

Rafael turned slightly, hearing footsteps approach.

He caught a glimpse of her and smirked before turning back around, pretending he hadn’t noticed.

 

“Rafael!” she called out, just a few feet away.

“Detective Benson… running late. Should I be worried?” he teased, flashing her a grin.

“Sorry. I should’ve told you the rehearsal was canceled… but I forgot.”

 She bent slightly, catching her breath.

 

“Hmm. Forgetfulness? Or did you enjoy imagining me waiting, like a man awaiting sentencing?” he said, mockingly.

“No, I… I just forgot, you know, things at the precinct…” her voice trailed off, clearly embarrassed.

 

He only smiled, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

“You could’ve tried other methods.”

“I did call you,” she snapped, more annoyed now.

“Smoke signals didn’t cross your mind?”

 

Olivia sighed, exasperated, and extended her arm.

“Here. Noah asked me to give you this.” Her tone was firm.

 

Silence.

 

“Noah?” Rafael took the bag, clearly surprised.

 

He turned it over in his hands, feeling how crumpled the paper had become at the top.

She turned away, suddenly feeling foolish.

 

She had crossed half the city to hand-deliver a bag of bear-shaped cookies.

And now—on top of it all—she felt insulted.

 

Rafael peeked into the bag, amused. He reached in, touched the broken crumbs, and almost laughed. Something warm settled in his chest.

 

They were simple teddy bear cookies, most of them crushed, but still intact in spirit.

He picked one out and tasted it. They were basic, but good.

 

In his professional life, Rafael had received countless gifts—thank-yous from clients, colleagues, even strangers. But nothing quite like this. Nothing so oddly sincere.

 

What Olivia didn’t know was that Rafael’s phone had died.

 

You can give her the benefit of the doubt this time, he thought. Allow for reasonable doubt.
She doesn’t seem like someone who’d commit perjury.

 

The irritation he’d felt from the rehearsal mix-up began to fade with each bite.

 

Though he wasn’t really sure if it was the waiting and having his time wasted, or the phone calls Olivia had received earlier that morning at the precinct had cut their conversation short.

 

She had already walked several blocks, stretching her arm out to flag a cab.

Rafael suddenly started running after her, stopping her by calling her name, raising his voice.

“Olivia!”

 

She paused, already holding the cab door handle.

“Thank Noah for me!”

Olivia smiled, not fully turning around.

 

“See you at rehearsal tomorrow? Or are you going to forget again?”

“I promise I won’t.”

 

Seconds later, she stepped into the cab.

Rafael stood still, holding the bag in his hands. It was the sweetest gift he’d received in years.

A simple gesture—but no one had done something like that for him in a very long time.

What did Olivia and Noah expect from him? And why did it feel like it changed everything?

Meanwhile, Sonny was at his apartment, the dim light casting soft shadows over a cluttered desk. Papers were scattered around, the laptop still glowing. He hadn’t moved in almost two hours, obsessively rewriting the choreography again and again.

“What the hell—this doesn’t work,” he muttered.

The trash bin was already overflowing with crumpled sheets—failed versions of the routine he couldn’t seem to perfect.

 

His passion for the art was deep, but the strain in his neck and lower back was starting to speak louder.

 

He kept scribbling and erasing steps in frustration, while in his head, the tango “Por una cabeza” kept playing on a loop. What an irony, he thought.

 

Captain Cragen had promised to attend the rehearsal. Sonny wanted it to be good—more than that, he wanted to be taken seriously. Just once, he wanted Amaro to shut up and stop mocking him like this was all a joke.

“Why can’t just one day be easy?” he muttered to himself.

 

He finally stood up to stretch and walked over to his box of old records—ones that still smelled faintly of his grandmother’s house.

His fingers brushed over the covers until, almost by accident, he pulled out the one Amanda had liked. He paused. For a second, Amanda Rollins came to mind.

 

Then he shook his head.

“What the hell are you thinking, Carisi? It’s Rollins. That doesn’t count. Although…”

“No.” He shook his head again.

“It’s just the tango—it’s stuck in my head.”

 

“Rollins? Come on…” he mumbled, half-laughing, half-nervous.

Meanwhile, across town…

Olivia had just arrived outside her building. As she stepped out of the cab, the chill of the night air met her.

She adjusted her coat, but a familiar voice stopped her.

 

“Detective Benson.”

She turned toward the voice.

“Ed. Did you get my message?”

 “I did,” he said curtly.

“And I came for an answer.”

 

Olivia stood still, uneasy.

He began walking slowly, the sound of his footsteps breaking the silence.

“

This isn’t like me.”

 “Are you seeing Barba?”

Silence.

“No,” she answered quickly, though her voice wavered.

 

Ed kept walking, hands tucked in his coat pockets, a half-smile on his lips.

“The reason I wanted to see you tonight… is to ask if…”

He let out a quiet sigh.

“Do you want to try again?”

 

Olivia’s eyes widened. Her palms started to sweat. It was the question she’d once hoped to hear…

But now, she wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to give.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 14: CARISI’S SCORE

Summary:

Among unanswered proposals, glances that say too much, and a tango that promises to change everything, Olivia struggles with an emotional whirlwind she never saw coming.
Rafael tries to make sense of what he feels, Carisi searches for a place to shine, and the talent show pushes everyone to face what they’ve been avoiding.
Because in tango, as in life, closeness can be a dangerous weapon.

Notes:

Hello, I’m back with this story after a long time. For a moment, I stopped believing in my own words, but here I am again.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.

CHAPTER 14 CARISI’S SCORE

Everything went quiet; only the distant sound of a few cars and the nearby chatter of people walking by could be heard.

“I…” Olivia paused, looking from side to side.

He stared at her intently.

 “You don’t have to answer now, Liv,” he said, giving her a gentle tap on the shoulder.

 Oddly, that touch now felt colder to Liv.

 “Ed…” she murmured.

He walked away without another word, and Olivia remained standing there until Tucker’s silhouette faded into the distance.

 

When she got home, she was greeted by Lucy. Noah was already asleep.

 After saying goodbye to Lucy, Liv went for a coffee.

 

With every sip, she hoped the caffeine would comfort her. Holding the mug tightly, she wandered through every corner of her apartment.

 From the doorway she watched Noah sleep; as soon as he heard his mom’s steps, the boy shifted under his blue blankets.

 “Mommy,” he said, yawning.

 “Noah, sweetheart.” She sat on the bed beside him.

 “Mommy… did you give Uncle Rafa the cookies?” he asked through another yawn.

 “Yes.”
“I like… Uncle Rafa,” he mumbled, barely keeping his eyes open.

 “And you, Mommy?”

 “Yes,” she hesitated.

 She only smiled.

 

The mental battle continued in her room. She tossed and turned, looking around as if searching for an answer, cracking her knuckles anxiously.

 She was tempted to open the chat, but pushed the idea aside.

Tucker’s proposal was still on her mind—something she’d been expecting for weeks.

 But then there was Rafael, whom she was beginning to understand and see differently, small moments she hadn’t noticed before.

 And strangely, there was also her friend from the chat, Tango Legal, with whom she could talk without filters.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that she finally managed to sleep.

 

 

On the other hand, Rafael couldn’t sleep either. Thinking about what had happened that day, he lay on his king-size bed.

 She had gone looking for him. No one would do that by accident… would they?

 Under the soft glow of his lamp, a crumpled paper bag and a few cookie crumbs sat on his nightstand—now beginning to take on an unexpected meaning for him.

 “Mmm… little bear cookies,” he said with a faint, ironic smile as he turned off the lamp.

 

The next day at the precinct, the coffee machine could be heard working at full capacity. The ones responsible were Olivia and Carisi, both in desperate need of caffeine—even if the taste wasn’t great.

 

Amaro chuckled quietly when he saw Carisi and Liv’s faces. They both had dark circles under their eyes, slumped shoulders, and dragged their feet slightly as they walked.

 

“Did you guys go out for drinks and not invite me?” Amaro said as he turned his chair.

 “Shut up, Amaro! For your information, I was working on the choreography until late… unlike others, I actually use my time well,” Carisi said, sounding slightly annoyed.

 “Sorry, Billy Elliot,” Amaro teased.

 Carisi spun around and shot him a death glare.

 “Relax, Carisi, I was just saying,” Amaro added in a more serious tone.

 

He walked over to Liv to ease the tension.

 “What about you, Liv?”

 “I was busy with Noah,” she answered quickly.

 

Soon, the sound of Chief Cragen’s footsteps filled the room as he entered.
“I’m glad you all have time to socialize. Good news—today you’ll be returning to your rehearsals.”
Liv and Amanda glanced at each other and lowered their heads.

 

“Chief!” Carisi rushed to his side.

 “What is it, Carisi?”

 “This is for you,” he said, handing him a notebook, his hands trembling slightly.

Cragen took it and eyed it analytically, flipping through the pages, stopping occasionally when he reached a diagram.

 Carisi watched closely, pressing his palms together almost as if in silent prayer.

 “What is this, Detective?” Cragen asked, heading toward his office.

 “It’s a score… sir.”

 Cragen raised an eyebrow.

Silence.

“The choreography, sir,” Carisi said, taking a deep breath.

Munch, who was also nearby, stepped behind Cragen to get a look, taking a sip of his coffee.

He examined it for a moment longer. Carisi widened his eyes, bracing for a response.

“Mmm…
I don’t understand any of this, but I expect results, Carisi. I’ll give you one more day and then I’ll watch the rehearsal.”

Carisi lowered his gaze, feeling both calmer and disappointed.

The chief handed the score back to Sonny, but Munch reached out and grabbed it mid-air.
“Easy, kid. Don’t drink that—it’s mine,” he said, taking his coffee back.

Carisi’s breathing quickened and his hands began to sweat. He could practically hear Munch flipping through the pages, his eyes darting from side to side.

 

Munch took a few minutes, analyzing every page, pulling out his pen and making a few notes on the score.

“This is very good, though I think starting with a turn to the right might help.”

 Munch took the coffee Carisi was still holding and handed him the score.

 “Consider it. Well done, Bob Fosse.”

 

Carisi smiled at the compliment, holding back tears as his breathing grew heavier. No one had said anything like that about his work in a long time.

 “Bob Fosse…” he murmured.

 

The morning went on, and Liv was buried in paperwork, typing quickly; finding a sense of calm in her routine.

 

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was Ed Tucker.

 Hi Olivia

Do you have your answer yet?

Can we meet today?

 

 

She typed and deleted her reply several times, until she finally wrote quickly:

 I’m sorry, Ed.

 I can’t see you today.

 I have rehearsal for the talent show.

 

She waited a few seconds, watching the little blue check marks appear: message seen.
That bought her one more day, but she knew that even if Ed was patient, he would eventually want an answer.

 

As if she had summoned him with her thoughts, Olivia heard the sound of Rafael’s footsteps echoing through the hallway as he entered the precinct—impeccable, confident, and elegant, as always.

 

“Olivia,” he greeted her with a slight nod and his polite smile.

 “Rafael…” she answered quietly, expecting something more.

 

He said nothing about their encounter. Liv preferred it that way—or at least that’s what she told herself.

Their eyes met.

 Rafael started walking toward her, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could reach her, Carisi interrupted.

 

“Barba! Buddy, good thing I caught you,” he said, grabbing his shoulder and leaning on him. Rafael looked at him with indifference, his eyes shifting side to side.

 “What do you need, Detective?” he asked, his tone somewhat sharp.

 “Could you… get to rehearsal half an hour early?”

 “Please,” Carisi begged.

 “Reason.”

 “We need to rehearse. So far you’ve practiced more with Liv, but your partner is Rollins.” “That is not my fault.”

Silence.

 

“Fine. But be there early—my time is valuable.”

 “We will.”

 “Thank you, thank you, Rafael.”

 

Rafael stepped out of Cragen’s office and saw Liv focused intensely on her work.

He thought about thanking her, took a step forward, took a deep breath… but chose to ignore the impulse and kept walking.

He didn’t know if it was caution or cowardice.

 

On the other hand, Carisi was still worried about his first rehearsal before Chief Cragen saw their performance; he kept drinking coffee and looking over his score.
He knew he had work to do, but he couldn’t stop reviewing his notes.

 

He had the score and a few suggestions Munch had given him—along with his star dancer, Rafael.
Now he only needed the next piece: his partner.

God… if only it were Liv instead of Rollins, Carisi thought.

 

For some mysterious reason, his palms started sweating and his heart began to beat faster whenever he got close to Amanda. She was making herself a cup of coffee, with Amaro beside her, laughing and joking—probably about something trivial.

 

“Mmm.” He cleared his throat to get their attention.

 “Do you hear something?” Amanda asked Amaro.

 They enjoyed getting on Carisi’s nerves.

 

“Excuse me!…” he said softly, but got no response.

“Excuse me!” he shouted, almost without thinking.

 “Oh, it’s you,” Amanda said, turning to look at him with her coffee in hand.

“Rollins, we’re resuming rehearsals today. Please be professional.”

 “Fine, I will,” she replied, crossing her arms without looking at him.

 

He turned around quickly, his face red and his body tense, not sure why he was so irritated. He knew who had caused it, but he couldn’t tell whether it was her usual attitude or if there was something else bothering him.

 Maybe something he was afraid of.

 

He chose to ignore it and went back to his desk, asking himself a few things:

 Was it his pride that was getting to him?

Or did he simply not want to admit that there was something more between him and Rollins—something he wasn’t ready to face?

 

Night fell, and with it, rehearsal.

 Everything was ready: the wooden floor, the old record player; even Rafael, true to his word, had arrived early. There was also a laptop and three black notebooks—the dance score.

 

Gone was the shy, hesitant Carisi from the precinct; now he carried himself with a serious, confident air.

 His posture was straighter, and he walked back and forth, commanding respect with his challenging gaze.

 

“Listen, the talent show is coming up and we still have nothing!” His tone was harsh, and his palms were starting to sweat.

 “But don’t worry—I prepared something for you that I need you to study,” he said as he handed each of them a black notebook.

 

“What’s this?” Rollins asked.

 “It’s the score, with the choreography steps,” Sonny replied proudly.

 “You’ll have to study it and memorize it.”

 

They all opened it immediately, not fully understanding. Their expressions shifted from surprise to confusion.

“Count on it, Carisi,” Rafael said confidently, closing the score.

 “I’ll try,” Liv added.

 “It’s confusing, but I’ll see what I can do,” Amanda concluded.

 

“To help you get it, I brought this video.”

Carisi set the laptop down and played a YouTube video.

 “Scent of a Woman?” Liv asked.

 “Just watch, Liv.”

 

Soon the room was overtaken by the melody of Por una cabeza and the tango steps from Al Pacino’s iconic dance scene.

 Then they finished with another video of professional dancers performing the same piece.

 

Carisi took a deep breath as he watched them all focus on the screen.

 Were they ready for something this intense?

 The tango looked… imposing, and the closeness between the dancers made them feel uneasy.

 

“That will be our choreography.”

Everyone stared in disbelief.

 Too much closeness, too much coordination.

 Carisi watched them anxiously, hoping they could pull it off.

 Rafael stroked his chin thoughtfully.

 Amanda covered her mouth.

 Olivia let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing at the thought that she wouldn’t have to dance with Rafael.

 She was only the backup.

 Or at least… that’s what she believed until that moment.

 

 

Notes:

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Chapter 15: A TERRIBLE TANGO

Summary:

When Carisi takes charge of rehearsals for the talent show, he finds himself facing a much bigger challenge than he ever expected. Amid tension, missteps, and the pressure of trying to impress Captain Cragen, the group struggles to find the perfect chemistry for their choreography.

Notes:

Hello, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I honestly feel like I’m finally getting back in control of the story.
So expect more updates soon.

CHAPTER 15 A TERRIBLE TANGO

 

Carisi started playing the music on the record player. He struck an elegant, upright pose. Simply perfect.

 

“We’ve already gone over the basic steps, so this should be easy,” he said in an authoritative tone, though he was secretly unsure.

“Rafael, Amanda, take your positions.”

 

 

Amanda swallowed hard before interrupting.

 “What if we use today’s session to study instead?” She lifted her score, her hands trembling slightly.

 

“We have to be professional!”

 “Chief Cragen wants to see progress, Rollins. The exam is practical, not theoretical,” Sonny concluded firmly, giving her a sharp look as he recalled the chief’s words from that morning: he wanted results, and he wanted them immediately.

 

“I was just saying…” Amanda murmured, realizing her argument wasn’t strong enough to convince Carisi.

 

Rafael remained silent; his eyes scanned each page of the score.

 “What do you say, Barba?” Carisi asked.

 

 Rafael glanced over at Liv, still holding the score in his hands.

 “For me…” he held his breath.

She met his gaze in return.

 

“Fine, let’s begin. My time is valuable and I want to go home early.”

 

He started walking toward the center of the dance floor with a steady step, though a faint furrow formed between his brows, wishing his partner were someone else.

 

Amanda was thinking of ways to delay the moment. After seeing the choreography, she felt intimidated.

 

She thought about the shoes. And, to her misfortune, it seemed Carisi could read her mind.
He took the score from her hand and offered her the same heels she had worn before.

Amanda stepped forward too, biting her lip, searching for Liv with her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Liv…” she whispered, still biting her lip.

 

Liv only gave her a timid smile, trying to reassure her friend.

 

They began with the walk. Amanda made her way to the center, where Rafael was.

 Carisi took a deep breath, clenched his fists, hoping this would finally work.

The music began to play.

 

Amanda and Rafael started dancing; although they executed the steps as planned, their gazes did not carry the fire and passion that tango demanded.

 

Rafael barely touched her waist — he was practically touching the air.

 

The clumsy steps Amanda took were compensated by Rafael, who moved with much more ease.

 

He wanted to lead and stay in control, as always.

 

But Amanda’s feet kept fighting back; she stumbled constantly, and every misstep felt like a stab to Rafael, especially with the detective’s terrible heels.

 

Liv just followed them with her eyes, mirroring the same steps; she sighed. Part of her wanted to dance with him, but another part feared it—and was grateful to be there only as the backup.

 

With every step Amanda and Rafael took, Carisi closed his eyes, clutching his score and balling his fist.

He could picture Cragen’s face scolding him.

“Calm down, Sonny, you can fix this,” he muttered to himself under his breath.

 

One final misstep came, accompanied by a kick as Amanda swung her leg to cross it, and Rafael let go of Rollins.

 

“Enough! I can’t.”

He released Amanda and walked to the other side of the room, bending down to reach for his foot.

Carisi stopped the needle on the record player.

 

Silence fell.

 

Amanda’s eyes widened and she held her breath, running a hand over her face.

Sonny’s face was red with anger; he rushed straight toward Rafael.

 Liv felt torn, looking everywhere.

 Amanda looked embarrassed. Rafael, in pain.

 

Rafael sat down on the wooden floor, taking off his shoes and rolling up his pant leg. The bruise on his shin was obvious—his skin had darkened.

“Oh, Barba!” Carisi frowned as he saw Rafael’s injury.

 “I’m a professional, detective, but I can’t keep dancing like this. I’m not willing to put my physical integrity at risk.”

 

 “Rafael, calm down,” Sonny said, breathing faster and moving his hands, unsure whether he meant to soothe the prosecutor or himself.

Barba glared at him.

 “I’ll talk to Rollins. I’ll rehearse with her more, but don’t quit.”

 

Amanda and Liv walked over to Sonny and Rafael.

 “I’m sorry,” Amanda said quietly, lowering her head.

 Rafael only huffed while massaging his aching leg.

 

Liv bit her lip; seeing the bruise, her face filled with worry.

 She knew it wasn’t that bad—she’d taken far worse hits during operations—but Rafael…

“Liv, do you have anything for the pain?”

 “Oh, yes. I always keep something in my bag, just in case Noah needs it.”
Liv hurried out quickly.

 

“Amanda… Amanda,” Carisi said, taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose. “We need to practice before this whole thing falls apart.”

 “I know,” she replied.

 

Liv soon returned with an ointment and handed it to Carisi.

Carisi opened the tube, ready to apply it.

 Barba shot him a furious look, irritation filling his eyes.

 “Oh no…” Sonny lifted his gaze.

 “Liv, you’d better do it—you already know how…”

 

Liv held her breath; her expression said everything.

Silence fell.

 

“No problem, I can do it myself,” Rafael said as he reached out to take the ointment from Liv.

Olivia hesitated for a moment. Too much closeness.

 

Liv moved her hand skillfully.

 “I’ll do it for you.”

 “That’s not necessary, Olivia. I know how to take care of myself.”

 “Oh, don’t worry, Barba. Stop acting like a child,” Liv replied with an ironic smile.

 

Without thinking twice, she knelt down, opened the tube, and began applying the ointment. With her fingers, she felt the cream and started spreading it with soft, careful movements; her hand was warm.

 

Rafael watched her. A few strands of hair fell over Liv’s face, but even so, he could see how her expression softened as she gently blew on the bruise.

 

She touched a sensitive spot, and a sharp pain hit him.

 “Ahh—ahh,” Rafael complained.

Liv slowly moved her fingers over the injury. He stretched to get a look at the bruise.

 She leaned closer too.

 “I… I…”

They found themselves face-to-face, barely a few centimeters apart.

 Their fingers brushed.

 A shiver ran down Liv’s spine; she slowly pulled her hand back, but Rafael didn’t move.

 For a second, neither of them breathed.

 

 

Notes:

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Chapter 16: THE FALL

Summary:

Carisi struggles with guilt, Amanda with the pain… and Liv with something she refuses to admit.
But someone saw them leave the studio, and that single glance from a car could change everything.

Notes:

Hi, I hope you enjoy this chapter which, although short, will define many things in the future.

CHAPTER 16 THE FALL

Carisi turned around and looked off into the distance.
“Hmm… those two seem pretty close,” he said as he slowly made his way toward the pair.
“Are you okay?” the detective asked.

 

Liv quickly pulled away. She began to blush with embarrassment, while Rafael slipped back into his usual serious demeanor.

 

“I’m not dancing with her again until she learns to dance better,” he cut in immediately, trying to distract Carisi—though there was a touch of truth in his words.

 

“Alright,” Sonny said, twisting the score between his hands,
“but don’t quit on us. I don’t think Fin and… definitely not Amaro are up to your level.”

 

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll be back in a few days,” Rafael replied with irony.

Liv stepped in quickly, seeing Sonny practically pleading.
“Rafael, think about it. It was just one misstep,” she said, looking straight at him.

 

There was a moment of silence where their eyes met, but he chose to ignore it; he furrowed his brow and glanced down at the bruise on his leg. It still hurt.

 

For a moment, her words made him question whether he was being too hard on Sonny.

Amanda remained on the other side of the room, reading her dance score—or at least pretending to.

 

Sonny walked toward her with long strides, his expression saying everything.
He was determined to fix things. He wouldn’t let his work fall apart or become a joke.

“Is he okay?” she asked timidly.
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand.
“We’re going to rehearse until this is right.”
“Alright, it’s fine. I’ll try.”

 

Carisi’s attitude and confidence said everything; Amanda didn’t resist.

For a moment, Carisi’s hands trembled, but he didn’t hesitate.
The team, his reputation, Chief Cragen—there was so much at stake.

 

The music began to play. Sonny waited at the center of the floor, and Amanda walked toward him.

 

She had never been this close to Carisi. Amanda felt Sonny’s hand—steady—and his gaze… it seemed both tender and determined.

 

For a moment, she let herself be guided by Sonny’s arms; he led her across the entire floor.

She lowered her gaze, unable to resist the urge any longer.
“Don’t look at your feet. Look at me,” he said, resolute.

 

“She’s doing it,” Liv said with a smile.

 

Amanda’s heels followed the rhythm; every musical note and every step flowed under Carisi’s guidance—they almost looked like professionals.
Sonny smiled inwardly. He was doing it—he was conquering every inch of the dance floor.

 

Then something distracted Amanda. Carisi no longer seemed like Carisi. She tried to avoid it, but she couldn’t anymore, and she began looking down at her feet. Then it happened again—a series of missteps.
Sonny tried to avoid them.

 

Then Amanda’s feet began to tangle.
Her heels seemed to tremble.
Right foot, left foot—her coordination gave out.
She didn’t see it coming, and soon the impact hit. Carisi tried to catch her, but her body fell onto the wood floor.

 

Carisi fell on top of her as well. He quickly moved aside.

Liv ran to help her—Rafael too.

 

Both Sonny and Amanda groaned and twisted in pain.
“Amanda!” Carisi exclaimed.

 

He held his hand; she held her ankle.
“Amanda, can you stand?” Liv asked.
“Yes, I…” She tried to get up, but her body collapsed again.
“I… can’t.”
“Ahh…”

 

“Sonny…” Rafael approached.
Carisi only bit his tongue, holding back tears.

They weren’t from pain— they were from frustration.

 

Now he had no dancer… and no partner. Both injured.
And because of him.
What would he do? The competition, Cragen…
His perfect order was falling apart.

 

Rafael and Liv helped Amanda stand, her weight resting between the two of them as she lifted her injured foot slightly.

 

“We’d better go to the hospital.”
“I’ll get the car,” Rafael said, rushing off.
Amanda remained seated on a chair.

 

Sonny could only blame himself.
“Carisi, your hand,” Liv said, her voice filled with concern.
“It’s not necessary, I…”
Liv understood and pulled him into a hug.
“I ruined it, Liv…” A few tears began to escape.
“Carisi…”

 

Meanwhile, Amanda sat in the chair with her shoulders slumped and her gaze distant.
She didn’t know what hurt more—her foot, or seeing Sonny like that.
To her, it was just a simple contest… but for him, it seemed to be something more.

 

Minutes later, Rafael returned, having brought the car around.
He helped Liv with Amanda, while Sonny, his eyes unfocused, followed them.

 

A car pulled up outside the studio where the team had been rehearsing. Inside, Ed watched the entire scene unfold: he saw Liv come out first, and beside her, the blonde detective, clearly in trouble.

For a moment, he took his keys and cracked open the car door.
But he quickly dismissed the idea—she wasn’t alone. That prosecutor was there again, right beside her.

 

Tucker waited until they drove off, wondering to himself: Should I go after her? Did Liv already have an answer?

 

 

Notes:

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An accident on the dance floor puts the competition at risk and leaves the team divided.

Chapter 17: DANCE PARTNERS

Summary:

When an accident during rehearsal takes Amanda out of the competition, the team from New York’s 16th Precinct faces a new challenge: reorganizing for the department’s annual dance competition.

Notes:

Hi, thank you so much for continuing with this story. I hope you enjoy today’s chapter.

CHAPTER 17 DANCE PARTNERS

The news was all too predictable: Amanda had twisted her ankle—she had a second-degree sprain.

 

A doctor finished examining her while the nurse fitted her with an orthopedic boot. Amanda bit her lip from the pain and discomfort, which seemed to lessen after receiving medical care. Liv stayed by her side.

 

“Liv, I’m out. It’ll be a long stretch of desk duty,” Amanda sighed as she swung the leg with the boot.
“Will you take my place?”

Liv stayed silent, and after a few moments of thought, she answered.
“Yes. I can’t let the team down,” she said, touching her fingers just thinking about it.
“Thank you, Liv.” Amanda smiled and leaned against Liv’s shoulder.
“And Carisi—how is he?” she dared to ask in barely a whisper.
“I don’t know. Barba’s with him.”
“Ah…” Amanda tried to sound casual, but something inside her felt uneasy.

Meanwhile, Sonny was with Rafael. His diagnosis: a first-degree sprain that would keep him out for two weeks.
He wanted to cry, but he held the tears back. He wanted to be alone.
To restart the day, if that were possible. He twisted the fabric of his pants, not from physical pain, but from something else.

Rafael watched him, unsure what to say. He knew any words would sound empty and fix nothing, so he simply placed a hand on Sonny’s shoulder.

The drive back home was marked by silence and the few trivial comments Olivia and Rafael exchanged about the weather.

 

Everyone carried doubts and thoughts they didn’t dare speak aloud.
Amanda couldn’t stop looking at Carisi, feeling she had hurt him.

 

Olivia stared out the car window, thinking about the new weight on her shoulders—the competition she believed she had already escaped.

 

Rafael, though focused on driving, couldn’t shake the question of whether to continue or not, even as his professional side told him he had to.

 

Meanwhile, Carisi sank into the car seat, seeing everything as ruined. More than disappointing Cragen, what weighed on him most was disappointing himself—and the possible mockery.

 

Rafael, the good teammate he was, dropped everyone off at home. All of them defeated, without words.

 

Olivia was the last to be dropped off. She was still deep in thought, but without hesitation, she asked:
“Are you quitting the rehearsals?”

“I think that’s not a question you should be asking, Olivia,” Rafael said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

 

Olivia only sighed and stepped out of the car.

Once again, Tucker waited in his car at a distance.

 

Cragen received the news first thing in the morning from Carisi.
With the office door closed, Sonny felt like a kid in the principal’s office. He shifted nervously, twisting his fingers and avoiding Cragen’s gaze; he could almost hear his stomach growling.

 

“So Amanda is injured?”
“Yes.”

Cragen stood up and paced around the office, a hand resting on his chin.
“And the lawyer as well?”
“Yes,” Carisi said, squeezing his eyes shut with every word he heard.
“I see,” Cragen replied.
“I’m sorry…”

Cragen looked at Sonny with a paternal stare.

 

There was a silence, heavy with tension and fear on Sonny’s part.
“Hm… are you alright, kid?”

Carisi expected anything but that question.
“Uh, yes,” he stammered, turning to face the chief directly.
“I’m glad to hear it, kid,” Cragen said, giving him a pat on the back.

Sonny sighed and finally relaxed his shoulders.

 

“Don’t worry about the dance partner. We’ve got Liv, and if Barba doesn’t want to participate, we’ve got Amaro or Fin—either one can give it a try.
I’m not asking you to win. But I would’ve loved to kick a few asses.
And if it doesn’t work, we can do another number. Anything. Even have Amaro tell jokes.”

 

Carisi almost smiled at the suggestion.

 

“Thank you, Chief,” Carisi said as he straightened up. “You can count on me. Liv can do it well, and I… I can dance with her,” he added, glancing at his bandaged hand.

 

“As you wish, though I’d prefer one of those two,” Cragen said.
“You have our support, kid. You’re not alone.
And don’t worry about rehearsal—I’ll give you more time.”

 

Carisi finally felt his body loosen, and the air seemed lighter.

Outside Cragen’s office, everyone waited anxiously for news.

“That counts as cheap spying, Amaro,” Munch said, catching Nick leaning against the door.

 

The office door opened immediately, leaving Amaro exposed.

 

“Alright, listen up, everyone,” Cragen said in an authoritative voice.
“I need your support to get this contest back on track. It’s not optional—it’s mandatory.”

Everyone looked attentively at the chief, pausing whatever they were doing.

 

“Liv, you’ll be taking Amanda’s place.”
“Yes, Chief,” Olivia answered immediately.
“Amaro and Fin, I need you to give it your best,” both nodded in response.
“All I hope is that when this talent show madness is over, I’ll still have my entire team.”

 

Amanda smiled at Carisi. He blushed slightly.
Olivia sighed.
Fin clasped his hands, his expression uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Amaro smiled confidently.

 

Night fell, and the entire team was gathered for rehearsal; they had already finished warming up.

 

They had decided to wait ten more minutes for Rafael, but he never showed.

Each member of the team had a role to play: Amanda, still wearing her orthopedic boot, helped with the music, while Fin analyzed the dance score.

Amaro, though enthusiastic, left much to be desired in his movements. He didn’t follow the instructions of the score Carisi had planned so carefully.

 

Carisi bit his lip as he watched his work fall apart, but there wasn’t much to do except keep rehearsing. It looked like they were dancing rumba or salsa—anything but tango.

If only my hand weren’t injured, Carisi thought, glancing at his hand still in the splint.

 

The music started to play. Liv gave it her best effort. Amaro’s hand was sweaty; Liv noticed it quickly and forced a smile.

 

The looks on Carisi’s face—and everyone else’s—were ones of disappointment. Amaro turned out to be an even worse dancer than Amanda.

 

Fin and Amanda preferred to cover their faces rather than watch that musical torture.
Amaro, meanwhile, felt like he was shining on the dance floor.

 

“Liv, I never thought this would be so easy. Who needs that Barba anyway?” Nick said with a grin.

“Yeah,” Liv pretended, thinking Nick might improve with time and Carisi’s guidance.

 

Carisi shook his head from side to side, clenching the fist of his uninjured hand.

 

Liv moved across the floor, and as she took a few steps backward, she felt herself bump into someone. She turned around.

 

“Rafael…?”

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Chapter 18: AMARO VS. BARBA

Summary:

An accident changes the team’s plans and forces a reorganization of alliances, egos, and emotions.
With Amanda out and tensions running high, rehearsal becomes a proving ground where not everyone is willing to compete… or to lose.

Notes:

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CHAPTER 18  AMARO VS. BARBA

The music stopped as the sound of footsteps entered the room—firm and elegant.

 Rafael smiled when he saw Olivia and let his gym bag fall to the floor.

 For a moment, Liv held her breath; the look in her eyes said everything.

“Sorry I’m late, but I had a lot of work.”

 

Carisi quickly ran over and hugged Barba, tears streaming down his face.

 “Thank you! Thank you!” he said, gripping his shoulder.

 Rafael barely smiled.

 “I never said I was leaving. I’m a professional, and I keep my word.”

 

Amaro stepped forward, his stride confident and challenging.

 “Barba, you want to come back? You didn’t care about the team.”

 “I do care. I was just a little late, Detective,” his voice steady.

 

The rest of the team gathered around.

 “Easy, Amaro. Rafael’s back—this frees you up, brother,” Fin said, holding Nick by the arm.

“But Fin…” Amaro sighed, hands on his hips, his breathing quick.

 

 “Why don’t we do a tryout, and whoever dances better gets Liv?” Amanda suggested. “What…?” Liv said.

 “Liv, are you okay with that?” Carisi asked.

 Her eyes answered for her.

 

All eyes were on Liv as she clenched her fists.

 “All right.”

 

Amaro started to doubt, but he masked it in his voice.

 “Who goes first?” Fin asked.

 “I’ll let… the lawyer go first, so you can see how good I am.”

 Rafael smiled wryly.

 

Liv, meanwhile, was torn inside by a mix of emotions. On the inside, she was chaos at the thought of dancing with Rafael, but on the outside, she appeared calm—unsure of who she wanted to win.

 

“It’ll only be a minute,” Carisi announced.

 

The music began to play. They started with the walk; their gazes met, and across the dance floor that undeniable chemistry could be felt—it was perfect.
“Show-off…” Amaro whispered.

 

Amaro understood it soon enough—by the second measure of the music, or maybe he had known it all along. He held a towel in his hands, squeezed it tightly, then let it fall to the floor.

Liv couldn’t stop looking at him. She let herself be carried by the music; the moment felt perfect.
Rafael, though a bit unsure at first, quickly found the rhythm again.

 

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Liv said as they danced.

 “I always keep my promises.”

Liv only smiled, finishing the dance as they stood facing each other.

 

 Everyone applauded.

 

“Your turn, Amaro.”

 

Rafael stepped aside with a smile. Nick stood up and walked toward the far end of the room.

“You know, I just remembered I have something important to take care of,” he tried to sound casual, but his voice began to break.

 

He grabbed his gym bag, clenched the handles, and walked out quickly.

 “Nick…” Olivia whispered.

 

Everyone turned to look toward the door, watching Amaro leave.
“He’ll be fine…” Fin said to Amanda.

 

 

Meanwhile, Amaro ran out into the streets, holding back tears.

 Maybe tomorrow it would all be just a memory.

 He laughed to himself.

 

Rafael watched with disappointment, feeling a slight twinge of guilt.

Carisi approached Rafael with slow steps, the question on the tip of his tongue, though he feared the answer.

 

“Do you plan to continue?”

 “Of course. I’m a professional.”

 

Carisi held his breath.

 “Thank you, Rafael. I hope you don’t mind that Liv is now your partner.”

 “No,” he replied immediately, turning to look at Liv.

 

They continued rehearsing.

There was no turning back now. Olivia knew she would have to learn how to deal with what she felt.

 The tango demanded it. The team needed her.

 

Meanwhile, Rafael watched with determination, willing to do whatever it took.
Carisi began to feel confident again. After all, this was pointing toward what it should have always been.

 

The tango seemed to begin again.

 

 

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Chapter 19: ALLIES

Summary:

The closeness between Olivia and Rafael becomes impossible to ignore, even as they both try to keep control. Amid silences, difficult decisions, and loyalties put to the test, the SVU team discovers that some alliances are born in the most unexpected moments. The talent competition is still on, but now the pressure is greater than ever.

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CHAPTER 19  ALLIES

Olivia managed to finish the rehearsal as best she could, trying to remain as professional as possible—for her own sake and for the team’s.

 

 The closeness was intense. Not entirely unpleasant, but still something she tried to control by taking deep breaths and chewing on mints that were nearly gone. The nausea, along with her palms starting to sweat, didn’t help much either.

 

Rafael soon sensed her discomfort and even began to think that perhaps Amaro might have been the ideal partner for Liv. But he had given his word, and he would not take it back.

 

To help her feel more at ease, he decided that silence would be their best ally.

But their bodies—and their glances—spoke for them.

 

Carisi continued giving instructions, at times even demanding a bit more closeness.

 

Sonny seemed to regain his enthusiasm, his smile becoming contagious for Fin and Amanda.

 

“We’re done with today’s rehearsal,” Carisi announced, letting out a long sigh after the difficult start.

 

Rafael and Olivia exhaled at the same time.

Liv quickly pulled away, searching for Amanda with her eyes.

 

Rafael released her just as quickly, hesitating for a second before continuing with his plan.

It’s not for me—it’s for the kid, he thought, walking decisively to the other side of the room.

 

“Liv…” Rafael gently stopped her by the shoulder.

 “Yes?”
“Could you do me a favor?”

 

Olivia looked at him, surprised, and followed him. He handed her an elegant green paper gift bag.

“You didn’t have to, I—” Liv began, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Rafael lifted a hand to his mouth, hiding a smile as he cleared his throat.

 

“It’s for your son, Noah.”

 “Oh…” Olivia looked at him, incredulous.

 “It’s to thank him—you know, for the cookies the other day. They may not match his, but I hope he likes them.”

 “Rafael, it really wasn’t necessary.”

 “He’s a good kid.”

 

Liv smiled. She liked hearing good things about her son.

Without realizing it, the tips of their fingers brushed.

 

The moment was broken by Amanda’s voice.

“Liv! The cab is here.”

Quickly, Olivia and Rafael stepped apart.

_____

 

Amanda watched them, biting her lip. As fast as her orthopedic boot allowed, she moved and caught up with Carisi.

 

“Carisi, is there something you want to tell me?”

 “Yes, I…—” He began to gesture with his hands, hesitating; his mind went blank as he forgot what he was about to say.

Rollins stared at him.

“I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he said sincerely, his shoulders dropping as his gaze fell to Amanda’s injured foot.

 

There was a brief silence.

“Apology accepted—though I share the blame too.”

 Amanda touched his shoulder.

 “You’re doing well. You are… forgive me too.”

 

Rollins began to blush, quickly turning away, unsure why Carisi had caused that reaction in her.

 

She walked off, leaving Carisi with a calm that spread through his entire body, no longer feeling that pressure—unsure whether it was because of Amanda, or because the talent competition now seemed to have a more promising path.

 

 

On the taxi ride home, both Rollins and Benson chose not to speak or ask each other for explanations, even though they both needed to talk.

“You danced well, Liv.”

 “Yes.”

Olivia tightened her grip on her purse, hoping Amanda wouldn’t continue with the subject.

“Everything okay, Liv?”

 “Yes.”
“And you?”

 “Yes, I’m getting used to this,” she said, pointing to her orthopedic boot.

“Yeah,” they said in unison, letting out a sigh that both chose to ignore.

_____

 

As soon as Olivia arrived at her apartment, she found her son already asleep.
She couldn’t stop thinking about how a simple gesture—something as small as bear-shaped cookies—had managed to soften the Shark of the Courtroom.

 

That thought kept her mind occupied for a few minutes.

She still needed to talk to someone. She opened her laptop and logged into the tango chat, but her friend “Legal Tango” wasn’t online. There were other users, but only with him did she dare to speak freely.

 

Now that Rafael was back on the dance floor, she didn’t know how to act. There were still many days ahead, and Tucker would surely ask her for an answer—one that was already clear to her.

 But she didn’t dare to say it out loud.

 

 

Meanwhile, Amanda settled in to sleep without success—but it wasn’t because of the orthopedic boot. It was because of Sonny, whom she was beginning to see differently.

 She had never really stopped to look at him before. He turned out to be quite interesting.

 

 

Carisi, for his part, fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Things seemed to be falling into place.

 “Grazie, Nonna,” Sonny whispered before turning off the light, glancing at the photo on his nightstand—his grandmother as a young woman, apparently dancing tango.

 

 

Rafael, meanwhile, had twisted the sheets into a mess. He thought about Olivia and the closeness that was beginning to grow between them.

 

 There was no turning back now. After that tango battle with Amaro—which now made him smile—he was more than involved with SVU in the talent competition.

 

Insomnia felt different now. He considered opening his laptop to talk to her—“Dancer in Love”—but after half an hour, he dismissed the idea and finally fell asleep.

 

 

As for Amaro, when he got home, he grabbed a beer and turned on the sports channel, hoping the glory of his favorite team might rub off on him.

 

After about ten minutes, he grew bored and unconsciously queued up a YouTube tango video on his screen. He watched it for nearly an hour and a half—first with a furrowed brow, then with tears in his eyes, lamenting his defeat at the hands of a certain prosecutor.

Finally, he turned off the screen and fell asleep on the couch.

____

 

The next morning at the precinct, Amaro, Rollins, and Benson arrived late, visibly tired after a night of reflection, doubts, and— for some—internal reconciliation.

 

A sharp contrast to a smiling, confident Carisi.

Cragen called a meeting.

 

“Rollins, Benson, you’re late. As for Amaro, that doesn’t surprise me—but you two?” Cragen huffed.
“Sorry,” both detectives said in unison.

 Amaro simply smiled nervously.

 

“Gentlemen, I’ve called this meeting because we need to resolve the talent show situation.” “Chief, about that—” Carisi tried to intervene, unsuccessfully.

 “Easy, kid. You’ve had a lot on your shoulders.”

 “But Chief, I—”

 “I’ve decided we’re pulling out of the competition and replacing it with community service.”

 

 “What?” everyone said at once, stunned.

Carisi covered his face, full of frustration.

 “Chief, you can’t do that. Sonny has worked really hard,” Amanda stepped in.

 “I know. And I can,” Cragen replied firmly.

 

 

“You can’t,” said Rafael’s steady voice as he entered the room.

 “Counselor? You’re here?”

 

 Rafael dropped his briefcase onto a desk and began to walk forward.

“I propose we make use of democracy. After all, this concerns me as well.”

 

“Well said, Counselor. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Democracy—I like that word: demos, people; kratos, power. Power to the people. Though I can’t quite picture myself as an ancient Greek Athenian,” Munch chimed in.

 

Cragen thought for a few seconds.

 

“Fine. But Munch and I vote too. Anyone who wants Dance, write it down. Anyone who wants Community Service—even if you don’t—write it down. Any blank ballot counts as community service.”

 

Carisi brought a hand to his mouth, fearing the worst. He thought he only had the sure votes of Olivia, Amanda, and maybe Munch.

 

Fin began handing out the slips of paper. Everyone wrote.

 Carisi could hear the scratch of pens.

 From a distance, Amanda gave Sonny a thumbs-up.

 

Carisi hesitated before writing his answer.

“All right, Counselor. To ensure the legality of this vote, you’ll count them,” Cragen said.

Rafael unfolded the ballots with solemn care.

 “Community service. Community service. Dance. Community service…”

 

Fin, Amanda, and Olivia watched closely.

 Carisi shut his eyes and covered his ears.

“Sonny.”
“Carisi.”
“Detective.”

 

Amanda, Liv, and Rafael all spoke at once.

 

 “We won!”

 

 “But I—” Carisi tried to hold back tears.

 

Amaro stepped forward to celebrate.

 

 “Amaro, what are you doing here? I assume you voted against it,” Amanda said.

 “I didn’t.”

 

 “I did, kid,” Munch said, patting Carisi on the back.

 “I don’t want to see you fall apart. Take care of that hand. Sometimes you have to choose which battles to fight—and which not to. But I see the cavalry’s on your side.”

 

Sonny looked at him silently.

 “You won. There was democracy,” Munch concluded.

 

“It was me…” Carisi said, his voice wavering. “I’m really sorry about what happened.”

There was a pause.

 

“Democracy is a social contract,” Rafael said. “It’s not just about individual rights, but collective responsibility. It belongs to all of us—not just those in power, but every one of us.”

 

“Well then, count me in as a substitute,” Amaro added with a smile.

 “Thanks, guys,” Carisi said, his voice breaking.

 

 

They had barely finished celebrating when Cragen opened the door.

“I want a rehearsal tonight. If it doesn’t convince me, even if you won, we’ll do community service.
I don’t want a Gardel, but I want something worthy of presenting.

 Munch and I will be the judges—though in the end, I’ll decide.

 And don’t try to bribe Munch.”

 

“Sorry, folks, but if you do want to bribe me, I’ll accept a coffee from SoHo. The counselor can help—he seems to be the only one with refined taste.”

 

Everyone exchanged looks.

 

The pressure now fell squarely back on Olivia and Rafael.

Rafael looked on with a hint of arrogance, certain they would pull it off.

 Olivia felt doubt creeping in.

 Carisi clasped his hands together in silent prayer, unsure of what he truly wanted to happen.

 

 

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Between eight-step moves, exchanged glances, and an unexpected choice…
The tango is just beginning.
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