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It wasn’t the most well thought out plan. Tiffany had been staying at a hotel under some alias for a while. But the safety of that was… let’s just say she didn’t feel safe there anymore. She tapped on Julian’s door. Well more like knocked. It was a Friday evening and she was supposed to be celebrating the fact her divorce had been finalized. Well it wasn’t really a reason to celebrate. Broken marriages weren’t exactly anything to write home about.

They had been friends long enough that she trusted him. Though with it being the re-election year there were much smarter decisions. There were also much better hours of the night to be knocking on someone’s door. Was she really ready to admit that she’d run away? A grown woman who should be able to make responsible decisions and she’d run away from her marriage, from her child, and from her life. Yeah, that was going to be a fun one to explain to Julian.

The snow made walking here far easier than driving. She was wrapped up in her jacket. She had already changed her cellphone and her number and everything else. Tiffany had stopped seeing much of her family. In fact, she hadn’t even called her own parents to tell them about her divorce. Yeah, that was probably a small mistake.

∵ Julian Vukovic ∵

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[Julian Vukovic]

Julian could be found at home most evenings when he wasn't working late at the office – something that had become more and more recent with the upcoming election. The long hours took a tool and, at the behest of his campaign manager, decided to call it an early night. Julian's collection of friends, family, and coworkers knew him well enough to surmise that if he weren't at the office, then he could be found here: in the comfort of his own home. Nonetheless, the knock at the front door came as something of a surprise. The only person that might stop by this late was Mia. Even then, his youngest sister didn't make a habit of it, though he always enjoyed seeing her.

Setting the book aside, Julian answered the door, but instead of Mia standing there, he found another face greeting him. Not that of a stranger, but of a close friend. Taken off-guard, Julian's brow creased – the sign that his figurative wheels were turning, as he was having trouble wrapping his mind around the unexpected visitor. Her name finally crossed his lips. "Tiffany?"

Julian knew better than to say anything, but it looked like Tiffany had been through hell. She kept glancing back over her shoulder – something was clearly bothering her, even if she hadn't said as much yet. Julian didn't ask any questions, immediately ushering her inside from the cold. Bundled up in her jacket, Tiffany had been standing outside for too long as it was. He wouldn't mind the company, if she wanted to talk. "Come in. Take a seat. Get comfortable. Did you want anything to eat or drink?"

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Tiffany was about to change her mind and dart when the door opened. Her head turned back around her, that and she could swear she was being followed. “Julian.” The face it gave her a bit of relief. She checked over her shoulder again. No, this would be a really dumb place to come if someone was following her. Part of why she chose to come here. Then again Julian always knew how to make her smile.

The newly minted judge found herself inside, where it was warm. There wasn’t any time to object to being pulled inside. “I’m not hungry. I ate on the way over… I um..” Tiffany reached for the hand that was around her arm. She gently set her hand over top of his. “I’m running…” She didn’t want to lie to him or hide anything. “The FBI they.. I think they found my hotel or something that I was staying in.” Her left hand held no wedding band.

Tiffany shook as she looked towards Julian dropping her hand and taking a few breaths. She knew that she had to try and stay calm; but the relief from everything dropped all at once. Though now it left her scared and vulnerable. Julian probably had thought she had lost her mind and gone psychotic. If tides were turned, she wasn’t sure that she would believe her.

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[Julian Vukovic]

The FBI hunting Tiffany at a hotel made no sense, but Julian knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't just make something like that up either. The picture that had been painted so far was incomplete, but it got further muddied when she placed her hand on his – the ring finger of her left hand lacking the cool metal of her wedding band. Julian didn't see how that tied into the FBI unless her husband – no, her ex-husband, he presumed – were abusing the resources of an armed federal agency. Julian wouldn't put it past the man: HRT had the skills and training to make someone's life difficult. If that's what was happening, calling Olivia, his Chief of Police, remained an option. If Tiffany thought her hotel unsafe, then Julian wouldn't turn her away – not when she needed him most. He had more than enough room; even if he hadn't, he would have taken the couch. "Then stay here, Tiffany."

Placing his hand on the small of Tiffany's back, Julian guided her into his living room. She knew the way, having been here before, but a comforting presence could make all the difference to someone who was as shell-shocked as she was. He took a seat beside her on the couch. Even if Julian were correct in his suspicions, he wanted to hear things from Tiffany – her perspective, the details he might not have picked up on. "Tell me exactly what happened."

Julian could be a patient listener. There would be no rush for Tiffany to explain – she could take as much or as little time as she needed – without fear of judgment. The more Julian knew, however, the better he could help her. Nonetheless, if she found she couldn't open up to him yet, then he wouldn't force her to talk. This had to be on her own time.

Xiao "Tiffany" Vukovic

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Tiffany started to fill Julian in on the small and finer details of why she’d run. About how the abuse of resources, which led her to believe that she was being tracked and even how she wasn’t even at the hotel under her own name and had paid cash after emptying her personal bank account. She’d even dumped her cellphone. The burner cell she had was for emergencies and was one of those old Nokia brick phones that could survive a tornado. She even got into the whole nosey case files that broke attorney/client privilege which had started the thing some months back when she’d been a lawyer.

Then there was still going to work. It wasn’t like she could just toss away her career. The one time of day her ex would know exactly where to find her. So far, things hadn’t been an issue but that didn’t mean anything. But it wouldn’t take long until she was traced to the Cook county courthouse as a judge. Not something she’d put past her ex. Maybe it was panic or fear of being found. If no couldn’t be taken for an answer… There were things that she hated, and someone unable to understand her simple wishes was one of them.

“Wǒ hěn bàoqiàn, wǒ bù zhīdào yào qù nǎlǐ” (I’m sorry I didn’t know where else to go). Why was she apologizing in a language Julian didn’t even understand? Though the alertness never left as she told him everything. Tiffany wanted a glass of wine and to erase the last several years of her life. Like they never happened. Tiffany laid on the back of the couch hugging her arms around one of the couch pillows. People hugs weren’t really a thing as of late. The more she talked about it the less safe she felt. Really, she didn’t want to talk about it anymore than she had to do so. But, showing up at this late hour, she was certain that he deserved a full explanation.

∵ Julian Vukovic ∵

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我沒有從哪裡出來

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[Julian Vukovic]

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[attr="class","eddieright"] Julian listened as Tiffany took the next few minutes to explain what had happened – about how she had left her husband, staying at a hotel under a different name, the paranoia of an ex-spouse willing to abuse FBI resources creeping into other aspects of her life. By then, she was speaking in Chinese and though the exact meaning escaped him, he understood the worry in her voice. As a politician, Julian's job entailed developing solutions to numerous problems, but this one struck close to home on a more personal level. "You should have come here first. Unless you were purposefully avoiding a friend? Someone you know would have helped." The idea that she might not have wanted to come stung hard, like he'd been slapped in the face. Did she not feel she could fully trust him? Had she run out of options? Questions he should have thought foolish leapt to mind. "I want you to stay here. I have a spare bedroom," Julian told her, making it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Tiffany needed a safe place to stay, where at least some of her worries could melt away; perhaps a long-term arrangement. Even if his house weren't large, Julian would have surrendered his bedroom and taken the couch instead. He wasn't in the habit of abandoning the people he considered to be his friends. "Come here." Julian held out his arms, wrapping the woman up in a reassuring embrace. There were things that he hoped would make Tiffany feel better: wine, an old movie, someone to spend the evening with, and a patrol car stationed outside his house. Should Tiffany's ex-husband find his way here, Julian had more than enough connections to protect her. The hour was late, but that talk with Olivia, his Chief of Police might still be in order. "On second thought. Give me a minute." Julian picked up his cellphone, selecting Olivia's name from his list of contacts. He would arrange, through her, for a couple officers to keep watch over his house. If anyone trespassed on his property, and that included FBI agents misusing bureau resources, the CPD could arrest them and sort out the details later. This would be a temporary solution, at best, but once the weekend was over, Julian could explore more permanent solutions. As the phone rang, he waited for Olivia to answer. Xiao "Tiffany" Vukovic [attr="class","eddieright2"]

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[Xiao "Tiffany" Vukovic]

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That stung. She didn’t need to bother Julian with this mess; he had re-elections to think about in the future. Anything she did or didn’t do made a mark on him whether they knew it or not. “I never said I always made smart decisions, and I wasn’t avoiding you. I’m just stubborn, Sometimes I have to fall on my face first.” Well at least she was honest about it. Though the fidgeting just got a little worse as time went on. No, she was scared and just trying to keep herself busy.

Spare bedroom, right because that wouldn’t attract any political clout at all. Though she could tell in his tones that he wasn’t going to just let her go back to fighting this alone so easily. “You make that sound so final.” She grumbled though she just gave in and nodded at the ‘offer’ he’d just thrown at her face like a brick wall.

Once she had him in a hug, she didn’t want to let go. Part of her felt guilty for being here now, part of her felt guilty for not coming before, and the rest of her was just scared. So far, she’d kept from crying but she had been Navy and wasn’t so quick to resort to tears. The few months had been enough of a roller coaster already.

Julian reached for his phone and Tiffany didn’t really know what he was up to but she wasn’t about to tell him to stop whatever his business was at this point. Though she had an idea of who he might be calling. Tiffany was not naive in the slightest. She just wasn’t thinking straight right now.

∵ Julian Vukovic ∵

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我沒有從哪裡出來

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Olivia’s head had just hit the pillow, she’d been up and down most of the night with Noah being sick. She’d not gotten much sleep and now her cellphone was ringing in the middle of the night. People knew they could call her at this hour, but they had better have a justifiable emergency. She glanced at the caller id. Her boss… wasn’t he asleep like most normal people? “Mayor Vukovic, it’s late. Is everything alright?” Yes, when people called her this time of night she tended to be a little worried and she knew it was probably seeping into her voice. Politics wasn’t really a thing when she was this tired and worn out.

She sneezed, oh great Noah had shared his germs. Thankfully, she didn’t sound like she had a head cold yet. Olivia got up from the couch and into the kitchen where it felt a little more comfortable to talk with the colder air blowing down. Part of Olivia wanted to get in the car herself and make sure that nothing had gone sideways at the Mayor’s house. Her head banged lightly on the fridge to try and keep herself alert enough for the conversation.

∵ Julian Vukovic ∵

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[attr="class","eddieright"] "Not exactly, Olivia." Julian let it slide when his Chief of Police answered the phone using his title and last name – a clear sign that something was troubling him. If this were any other conversation, that would have been the first item on their agenda. The two spoke often enough in a work-related capacity that Olivia would recognize the sudden, alarming shift in his demeanor, but getting Tiffany the peace of mind she needed overrode his own personal preferences. "I need a favor. There's an FBI agent misappropriating federal resources to stalk his ex-wife – who happens to be a friend. I need you to station a patrol car outside my house for the weekend. Someone you trust." Covering the mouthpiece with his hand, Julian turned his attention back to Tiffany. Olivia might still be able to make out bits and pieces of what was being discussed, but this needed to be said. Julian questioned how much sleep she had even been getting. Under the watchful protection of the CPD, at his house, there would be few places safer. "It is. You're not spending another night in a hotel, scared out of your mind." If Tiffany's ex so much as thought about coming after her again, Julian wanted to bury the other man under mountains of legal paperwork he would never escape from. Directing the next comment to his Chief of Police, Julian's language turned crass – a slip-up he instantly regretted, and not just because he didn't curse. Olivia didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of his ire. He just wanted this problem solved. "I don't want to see that bastard so much as step foot on my property." Xiao "Tiffany" Vukovic , Olivia Benson , [attr="class","eddieright2"]

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Tiffany curled up on the couch grabbing the remote and muting the tv when he got on the phone. She still flipped through the channels. Anything to get her mind off what was going on. However, the conversation she couldn’t help but overhear. Patrol cars outside. There wasn’t the option to tell him she didn’t want that. No, the last thing he needed was her undermining him or something in front of people who worked for him. Tiffany remained completely silent.

Tiffany wasn’t going to argue the point that she felt stuck here right now. Stuck because the patrol officer was going to be watching her every move. She mumbled something in Chinese under her breathe but it wasn’t loud or hardly audible. It sounded more like she was trying to comfort herself without any prying ears. Trust was hard but Julian had plenty of it. Maybe it’s why she let him make decisions right now.

“Running from someone isn’t how I want my life to be.” Under her breath she was talking to herself, not realizing that if anyone was truly listening that her words were audible. This was the last thing that Julian needed, her here causing political problems for him. There were a million reasons she wanted to get up and argue with him over but she didn’t have the heart to do so. At least not while he had the telephone in his hand with his chief of police.

∵ Julian Vukovic ∵

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[attr="class","Tiffanynerlyric"]你知道捲土重來的樣子嗎
我沒有從哪裡出來

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[attr="class","Bensonnert"]Right, first names. Olivia vaguely got the picture when he called her by her first name this time of night. Of course he would need or want something, why else would he bother her at the late hour? Olivia felt like he was stating the obvious or maybe she could just read too much between the lines. But hearing that everything wasn’t alright have her grabbing her other cell. She had the one for work and the one for personal use. Only certain people had her personal number, Julian was one of them.

Olivia was already dialing the number to a certain Lieutenant. Quinn and Resnick could just deal with the assignment. It was one of the few patrol officers she trusted to make sure the job was done right, even if they were a little eccentric. “Would you like the Lieutenant to let you know when she and her partner have arrived?” Olivia wanted to make sure before the Lieutenant out of habit knocked on the door like they were trained to do. The last thing she needed was the mayor getting upset with the interruption.

Hotel? Scared out of her mind? Yeah Olivia had caught part of that conversation at least Julian’s half of it. But she could tell that it wasn’t any of her business so she didn’t ask. She knew that Resnick and Quinn would have no issues with dealing with putting the feds in place should they arise and having someone who could make command decisions for the precinct would be good just in case the feds didn’t want to play nice.

“Let him try; my officers will arrest anyone not authorized to set foot on your property.” That included federal agents and anyone else. The mail person had better stay in their truck to drop off the mail. She coughed again open the fridge to feel the cool air rush into her skin. Oh the next few days were going to be hell; but right now she had more important things on her mind. Like getting things handled for this weekend.

∵ Julian Vukovic ∵

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[attr="class","Bensonnerlyric"]I have been stabbed and I have been assaulted
My gun didn’t save me

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[attr="class","eddieright"] In speaking with Olivia to arrange protection for, Julian's expression had twisted into one of fierce determination. You didn't target his friends – not to the point where one of them couldn't even feel safe without a police presence at hand. Julian knew when to fight, if he had to, and this was one of those times. Sometimes it didn't hurt to have contacts in the right places helping the process along. He glanced over at Tiffany, curled up comfortably on the couch, smiling when she found the TV remote and started channel surfing. Maybe she could find an old movie to watch – she liked those. A distraction would be good for her, as Julian finished taking care of matters on the phone. "You're running towards a friend. I don't see the problem with that." The FBI had extensive resources at their fingertips and, for a jilted ex-husband – at least this ex-husband – the temptation to abuse those powers had proven to be too great. For good reason, there were limits to what even a federal agent could do – a line that had long since been crossed. Someone who hadn't committed a crime shouldn't have to live in fear like this. "Please do," Julian instructed Olivia. He still felt bad about calling her this late at night, but he wanted the peace of mind that came from having CPD officers just outside his house. "I'll feel better knowing they're in place." The conversation with Olivia winding down, Julian took a moment to apologize before hanging up. If the coughing on the other end of the line was any indication, his Chief of Police was coming down with something. So what she didn't need was the mayor calling her in the middle of the night. Although, since Julian had already done that, what she didn't need was the mayor keeping her up the entire night. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you so late. Good night." In all of the resulting turmoil, Julian hadn't stopped to think: Tiffany had shown up on his doorstep without luggage. The only clothes she had were the ones on her back. That was something else he might be able to help with. College had been a few years ago for his younger sister, but she never got around to moving everything out. "I think Nadia still has some of her clothes stored here, if you want to change into something more comfortable. She's about your size. I'm sure she won't mind." Xiao "Tiffany" Vukovic , Olivia Benson [attr="class","eddieright2"]

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[attr="class","Bensonnert"]Olivia paid no attention to the half conversation not geared towards her on the other end of the line. ”They are enroute now.” She could see the text message response from her police Lieutenant as she rested her head on the cool part of the wall. When he apologized she tried to explain that he shouldn’t be apologizing for protecting those he cared about. “It’s not a disturbance when it is this important Julian.”]/b] Right, he preferred they were on a first name basis. “Try and get some rest, Good night.” She hung up the phone and decided to make sure that Harland knew the exact situation before she arrived.

∵ Exit Benson ∵

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[attr="class","Tiffanynert"]Tiffany sighed and when Julian came back in talking about Nadia having clothing in the other room she more or less shrugged it off. She wasn’t really worried about getting into something more comfortable. “And if this shows up in the press? Screws up your reelection campaign? Not exactly my brightest idea” She mentioned seeing the political commercial that was slamming one of the nominees for a Senate seat. The last thing she wanted to do was jeopardize his career and that’s exactly what she was doing.

Legs were curled up on the couch and she was leaning over on the arm rest of the chair waiting for whatever she had found on the television to come back on again. It was apparently some old James Dean movie. While she preferred Black and White films the current choice Rebel without a Cause would have to do. She tried to get comfortable in what she had on but jeans were hardly comfortable to sleep in and her top while it was warm looked more like one she would choose for work.

Dark hair spilled over the side of the couch and all over her arms. “I didn’t go back to the hotel to get my things. I wasn’t sure if I was being followed.” She definitely didn’t want to be alone. If she had, she’d led them straight here. Well with CPD on the way would it really matter at this point? Though Tiffany was expecting the backlash from doing something so stupid. Leading anyone to the Mayor’s house was not usually the best idea. She was smarter than that, but clearly tonight was not something she’d thought through all the way.

∵ Julian Vukovic ∵

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[attr="class","Tiffanynerlyric"]你知道捲土重來的樣子嗎
我沒有從哪裡出來

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[Julian Vukovic]

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[attr="class","eddieright"] Julian appreciated Tiffany's concern, but this was his decision to make. He could live with the consequences of that choice – whatever the outcome – if it meant helping a friend for the right reasons. Julian would have to task his campaign manager to get on top of the situation. The media, no doubt, would try to latch on to this development like they did with everything that might constitute a story. Problems tended to make his campaign manager cranky, but this was what he got paid for, and he was excellent at his job. "That's for me and my campaign manager to worry about. He'll love you." That was a phone call Julian could make in the morning. It would require some brainstorming with his staff – namely, being able to think like the tabloids. The news would speculate Julian and Tiffany were having an affair while she was still married, or any one of a hundred other possibilities designed to smear his good name. As the incumbent mayor, this wouldn't be the first trial Julian had faced since taking office. He'd gotten through them; he'd get through this too. As Tiffany continued to make herself comfortable on the couch, she finally settled on a movie – one that Julian didn't recognize. He wasn't quite the movie buff she was, but he could enjoy the film with her. Wrapping his arm around his friend, Julian let Tiffany rest her head on his shoulder. "All I have to do is keep you safe from an ex that refuses to take no for an answer. Easy enough." Xiao "Tiffany" Vukovic [attr="class","eddieright2"]

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