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Olivia thinks about him methodically; if she reviews the Case of Elliot Stabler, the dots will connect. Someday she will come to a conclusion, with a motive and a definitive guilty party.
“If I heard your voice,” he’d said, “I wouldn’t have been able to leave.” As if there was something silken and devious in her, luring him against the rocks like some sort of mythical siren. Imagine.
She imagines, a little.
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- Part 2 of Pleasantries
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"By the end of the driest summer in Goleta on record, Elliot will connect the fallen dominoes more honestly, at least. He'll admit he was never the type to topple something gently. He'll know that if the army hadn't rejected him, he wouldn't have wandered into Staple Foods in May, looking for a fight with supermarket stock and ending up with a job. He'd never have learned to sort vegetables from herbs, either, or come up on Olivia Benson in the freezer aisle, balancing on a ladder."
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Elliot and Olivia have a fling in the summer of 1990. Twenty-three years later, they find themselves in the same ocean (home)town, working at the same supermarket.
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I'm going to get fired for this, of all things, she thinks to herself on her first day back, and starts to think about how she's going to tell Elliot about it. It sounds insane, even in her head: It just looked so sad, and so ugly, and Munch said it was only for a few days.
That's what she's repeating in her head—the damn bird was just so sad and ugly—when Cragen tells her that Elliot is gone. -
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“Merry Christmas,” he yawns, and sinks in the chair opposite.
“It’s February.”
She wonders, sometimes, whether she and Elliot would like each other more, or less, if they’d ever had the energy for pleasantries.Series
- Part 1 of Pleasantries
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Agatha couldn’t move. It was her, she was sure of it—the dancer from the club, on the night of the last day of school. A stripper was standing in her classroom, addressing her second-graders. A stripper who, until this very moment, had been filed neatly into the category of things Agatha would never think about again. (Except that one time, when she got too drunk on the Fourth of July. And that other time, when she got too drunk on the Seventh of July, which was just a normal Tuesday.) And yet here she was, in practical jeans and a black tee, looking every inch like a competent professional.
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First ten minutes of Afternoon Delight meets...the American public school system? (THEY'RE TEACHERS)
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“Friends do not do what you and Rio did. And you and I certainly never have.”
“Me and Rio had—” Agatha pauses, her eyes sliding over to Teen, who has stolen one of her gelt and is nibbling on it, “—s-e-x one time. And then decided to be friends. Just friends. And have been friends ever since.”
"I’m seventeen,” Says Teen tiredly, “I know how to spell sex."
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Or, after having sex once (or like three times, but who's counting, definitely not Agatha) Agatha and Rio decide to be friends. Just friends. They are amazing at it, obviously.
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- Part 2 of the neighbor's blessed burden
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27 May 2025
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@cowlesbian: rlly enjoying rotating ‘40y/o virgin rio vidal and 25y/o fuckboy agatha harkness’ around in my head. i’m plotting it out i promise
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Rio smiled thinly, no teeth. “Good afternoon. How will you waste my time today?”“I’ll be quick. I am beguiled by your stern ways. I think we should get to know each other.”
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- Part 1 of Like A Virgin
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22 May 2025
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“I don’t have sex.”
Agatha’s face screwed up somewhere between delight and incredulity, “You don’t ever?” She scoffed, “As in you’ve never at all? How long have you been here?”
“Since the inception of life itself.”
“And you’ve never fucked?” The way she said it, it did sound a little stupid, “What do you do to pass the time?”
“I scare children,” Death shifted in her chair, still rubbing at the skin of one hand with the other. No wonder Agatha had nowhere to live, she thought. She was unbearable. “Amongst other things.”
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Upon meeting Death, Agatha takes it upon herself to educate her on some of the finer points of being human.
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15 May 2025
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“I’d give her two weeks. Maybe a month. An uncomfortable month. Or, I take her back to Philadelphia, give her a good meal, a snuggle, and an easy death, and she becomes a part of research that will better humanity. Not bad for a calf born in bumfuck, Pennsylvania.”
“What do they call you at your lab,” Rio asked. She was standing with her hands on her hips and a wrinkle in her brow, “‘The Closer’, something like that?”
“I want that calf,” Agatha said, her voice measured, even, “And the only thing standing between her and me right now is you."
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After a calf with a rare congenital abnormality is born on an area farm, Agatha, a researcher, goes to collect. Unfortunately, the calf's owner is not exactly keen on giving her up.
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