Infinity

TITLE: Infinity (23/?)

AUTHOR: Master F&M

FANDOM: Law and Order: SVU

RATING: Everything from PG to R—just like life.

SUMMARY: A Fin-based saga to follow his life that isn’t seen on the show.

DISCLAIMER: L&O: SVU and all its characters belong to Dick Wolf, NBC, and whomever

                          else puts the show out for our enjoyment. I just get to play with them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sam is a character of my own creation. She does not exist on the show.

FEEDBACK: Please give some. For entertainment purposes only.

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CHAPTER 23

            Dorian stared at the detective from New York then began to walk away. “Whatever he
did,” he said over his shoulder, “I don’t want to know about it.”

            Munch struggled to keep up. “Hey! Wait a minute!” He fell a few paces behind. “Slow
down, will you? These legs aren’t as young as they apparently need to be.”

            Dorian turned to face the slightly winded older man. John was glad for the reprieve and
took a seat on one of the benches. Dorian walked toward him.

            “What do you want from me? I didn’t return your calls because I don’t know anything
about him and would like to keep it that way.”

            John looked up, more than a little confused. “Aren’t you even a little curious about your
father?”

            This was something he hadn’t counted on. He never really expected to find the right
Dorian, but always imagined that, if by some chance he did, the son would be eager to reunite
with his dad.

            Dorian joined him on the bench. “Why should I be? He ran out on my mom and me when
I was seven because he couldn’t hack it anymore. Because his drugs were more important to him
than we were.”

            Now John was really confused. He knew Fin despised drugs in any form and had little
tolerance for anyone who used them. Maybe he had the wrong Dorian after all. He studied him a
bit. But with that face?

            Dorian sat silently with his hands in his lap, lost in a memory. John watched as he
clenched and unclenched his fingers. No way, he thought, is that a coincidence. He’d seen Fin
do the same thing several times before when he was nervous.

“Look,” Dorian broke the silence. “I don’t know why he sent you, but I’m trying to build
a decent life for myself here. The last thing I need is for my junkie father to show up, ruining
things for me.” He paused. “Is that why you’re holding him? Because of drugs?”

            It finally occurred to Munch that Dorian might not have been told the truth about Fin. It
certainly made sense, though, once he thought about it. Why else would Dorian not have sought
out his dad; particularly since he would have been so easy to find? It was the main reason why
Fin had never left the city.

            All this made things a little more difficult. Munch wanted to tell Dorian enough of the
truth to make him want to go see Fin, but he had to do it so he wasn’t exactly calling his mother a
liar.

            “Dorian,” John began slowly, “I’m not sure what it is you think you know about him, but
your father’s not a junkie. As far as I know, he never was. We’re not holding him for anything
because he hasn’t been arrested. In fact, he’s a member of the force. Fin’s my partner.”

            Dorian stared at him. For a moment John thought he saw a small glimmer of hope in his
eyes before he stood up.

            “I think you’ve got the wrong guy.” He started to walk away but John restrained him.

            “I don’t think so. You are Dorian Tutuola, right? At least you used to be? And I’m not
kidding when I tell you, add a couple of decades to you and no one would be able to tell the two
of you apart.”

             Dorian shook his head, trying to understand. “You’re telling me my dad’s a cop?”

            “Like I said, he’s my partner. He’s a detective.” Munch let that bit of information settle
before continuing. “He’s been a cop since you were about eight.”

            Dorian sank back down onto the bench. John could tell he was having a tremendous time
trying to reconcile what John had just told him with what he’s believed for most of his life.

            “But that can’t be.” He looked at John. “He’s still in New York?”

            “He never left. He probably thought it would be easier for you to find him that way.”

            “Why would I want to find him? He’s the one who left us.”

            John knew he was venturing into territory that was best left up to Fin to explain, but in
order for Fin to have a chance to explain anything, Dorian first had to be willing to talk to him.

            “I don’t think he did.” Munch plunged in. “Listen, the only way you’re going to know
anything for certain is to talk to him. I have his number. You can call him yourself.”

            Dorian still looked skeptical, but Munch could tell he wanted to believe what he was
hearing. He made a quick decision. “Or I could take you to him?”

            Dorian frowned. “You’re crazy if you think I’m getting in a car with you when I don’t
know you from Adam.”

            Munch had to chuckle. What’s with Tutuolas always calling me crazy? “Actually,” he
said aloud, “I took a train up. We could head back down the same way.”

            Dorian thought for a moment. “Could you take me to the station where he works?”

            “I could do that.” It wasn’t the ideal setting for a reunion, but Munch could see that it
was important to him. Somehow the validity of everything Munch had told Dorian rested on Fin
being a cop.

            “Okay. I’ll go. In the morning.”

            Munch looked at his watch. Dorian was right. It was too late to head back now. He
took out one of his cards and handed it to him.

            “My cell number is on the bottom. I’ll stay at a hotel in town tonight and meet you at the
train station in the morning. Say around six? Call me if you have any questions re tre then.
We’ll get any early start and be at the precinct before it starts to get busy. That work for you?”

            Dorian studied the card and nodded. Munch didn’t think he’d get much sleep until then.

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            Fin watched as Sam dialed Munch’s number yet again. She’d been trying to check in with
him for the past half hour. She left a message when she couldn’t reach him.

            Fin got up and walked to where she stood. It had been a long afternoon. Sam had used
contacts at the Bureau to trace a family line from Amos Tutuola back several generations to his
relatives in Nigeria. The tail end of their research was a little murky considering what they had to
work with, but Fin was hoping they wouldn’t have to go back that far. All they needed to do now
was compare Fin’s family tree with that of Amos’ and hopefully find a match. They’d decided to
stay the night there as a reward for their hard work. They’d head back early the next morning.

            The research itself could have been tedious, but they’d had fun doing it together. Over the
past week nothing felt like work to Fin when he was with her. Not even the mundane things like
doing the laundry or cleaning his apartment. She’d volunteer to help, and suddenly it would
become a game; one that usually ended the chore with a wrestling match. The match itself usually
led to other things. Fin smiled as he thought about it. He really liked those other things.

            “Still no luck?” He held her at arms’ length, trying to understand her concern.

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            “No, and I don’t get why. Why wouldn’t he answer his phone?”

            “I’m sure he’s fine. I would have gotten a call if there was a problem.” He sighed then
relented. “We could head back now if it’ll make you feel better.”

            Sam leaned into him and laid her forehead on his chest. “No.” She paused. “I want to be
here with you. It’s just . . . sometimes I feel so guilty. We spend so much time together, which I
love, but I can’t help feeling like I’m abandoning him. He took care of me all those years; I don’t
want him to be alone now.”

            “Sam, he’s not alone. He has Tori. Has for months now.”

            “He’s always had someone. That didn’t mean they took care of him.”

            Fin sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap. “I think we both know Tori’s
different. You can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed the effect she’s had on him. Hasn’t he
seemed more mellow lately? Almost like he’s . . . he’s . . . content?” He paused to let her think
about it.

            “If you really want to make sure he’s going to be okay, then do yourself a favor and get to
know Tori. I have a feeling she’s gonna be around for a while.” 

            Sam considered it. “I guess it would make him happy if I took her u one one of her
invitations to lunch.”

            “Yeah, it probably would. Might give you some peace of mind, too.” He stood again,
forcing her to do the same. “I’m going to hit the shower. Listen for my phone, will you?”

            Fin went into the bathroom, leaving the door open ajar. Sam smiled at it. She loved that
they were this comfortable with each other. It was such a small thing, but it meant a great deal to
her. Fin could be completely at ease with her, and she felt the same way about him. Sometimes
she felt more in her own skin when she was with him than when she wasn’t.

            She thought about how their relationship had changed since they’d met. No, not changed.
Grown. Fin had proven to be a really good friend those first couple of months. He’d certainly
seen her through some rough spots. She liked to think she’d done the same for him. She wasn’t
exactly sure when her feelings for him had grown into romantic ones. It just seemed to happen.
One day he was her uncle’s partner, then before she knew it, he was making her heart skip a beat.
Whenever it began, though, she was definitely in the lusting stage now.

            Sam looked up when Fin came out of the bathroom wearing only his towel. She watched
as he walked across the room, completely turned on by the sight of him. Getting up from the bed,
she came up behind him, encircled him with her arms, and ran her hands over his abs to get his
attention.

            Fin turned around when she began kissing his neck and shoulders. He pulled her to him,
returning her kisses and sliding his hands down the curves of her butt that he loved so much.
Their kisses got longer and harder as he cupped the back of her head with his hand, pulling his
fingers through her hair. Sam could feel him growing through the towel, and pressed herself
tightly to him. He moved against her, and moaned when she undid the towel, letting it drop to the
floor, and took hold of him.

            She loved how hard and smooth he felt in her hand. Running her fingers along its shaft,
she marveled again at just how long he was. When he started to push against her, she slowly
moved her hand up and down his length, squeezing him at the same time. She watched his face,
enjoying the fact that she was pleasing him. Fin closed his eyes, and with his head tilted back,
took short breaths that coincided with every jerk her hand made to the base of him.

            Sam let him go and spun them around so that they were still facing each other, but her
back was to the wall. Puzzled, Fin looked at her until she lowered herself to his groin. He smiled
as she took him into her mouth, remembering how good she was at this.

            Holding him with her hand, her tongue circled the rim of his head. She savored the salty
taste of him when she licked the tip of the head, and loved the sound of the sharp intake of breath
he made with every flick of her tongue. She took him completely into her mouth, sucking him,
while her tongue twisted and slid along him.

            Fin breathed heavily and cried out a little when she grabbed his hips and pulled him closer
to her, pushing him deeper into her mouth. She pushed him away slightly, pulling him out, then
pulled him to her, pushing him into her mouth again. She repeated this a few times until he
understood what she wanted him to do. Placing both palms flat against thel, hl, he leaned into
her and gently began to pump himself in and out of her mouth. He lowered his head to watch,
fascinated by just how much of him she could take into her. He started to pump deeper and faster
when she began to move her head forward to meet his pumps. Fin closed his eyes again and
surrendered to the feelings she stirred in him. He could feel his climax starting to build, and threw
his head back when she grabbed him and pulled him even closer.

            Sam let her tongue encircle him once more, truly loving the way he felt so hard, yet so
smooth at the same time. Finally she pulled him slightly down her throat and held him there. Fin
tensed and writhed, but she constricted her throat even more. He held the back of her head, but
she waited for the sound of his voice.

            “Please, baby, let me come.”

            She relaxed her hold, and he murmured her name as she felt the liquid flood her mouth and
slide down her throat. She continued to suck him until the throbbing subsided and he grew slack,
barely able to hold himself up against the wall. She stood, smiling, and let him lean on her until he
regained enough strength to walk over to the bed.

            They lay there for a while, entangled arms and legs-- he recovering, and she smug,
knowing the effect she has just had on him. Fin seemed to know what she was thinking.

            “Brat.”

            Sam laughed and Fin kissed her. He was amazed that he’d met someone he could trust
enough tt hit himself loose control like that. Never would he have imagined that it would be this
girl. This woman. This person. For the first time in more years than he could remember, Fin
allowed himself to dream about the family he’d always wanted.

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            Dorian laid in bed wide awake. He looked at the clock again and sighed over just how
slowly time seemed to be moving. Four more hours.

            “See?” the child in him shouted. “I knew he would never have left me.” He thought back
to the day his mother had told him they were taking a trip, only to find out later that they were
never going home again. He’d cried for his dad for days until his mother had told him that his
father didn’t want him anymore. That he’d gotten involved with drugs and had gotten arrested,
had ruined his own life, and was threatening to do the same with theirs. Dorian hadn’t wanted to
believe her, but eventually, as the weeks turned into months then into years, and his dad never
came to get him, he gave up hope.

            He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. But if his dad really was a cop, a
detective no less, then that put a huge whole in his mother’s story. No police department would
hire an addict, former or otherwise. And if his dad really wasn’t ever on drugs, then did that mean
that he hadn’t really left him either?

Dorian looked at the clock again. This was turning into the longest night of his life.