Disclaimer: I'm saying it now. I do not own law and order; in fact I don't own anything, absolutely nothing! Except the idea, that's mine, so don't take it.

Warning: I have a strange and violent mind, so be warned. I may not be perverted but I am strange.

TF: My first fic, enjoy. And please review at the end, I've always loved reviews for my work. I update quite often and sorry this chapter is rather short. I personally hope that some people read this because I've noticed ¾ of the fics on this site is romance… and well yeah, I don't got none in this story P.


"Oh" (sob) "oh" (sob) "DANNY!!! HELP!, CALL 911!" The lady shrieked to her husband as she crumbled to the floor despite wearing an expensive dress.

In front of her there was a truly sickening sight. Tied to the fire escape connected to the apartment next to the alley was a rope, the other end was tied to a helpless dangling body. It was a woman, dripping with blood from the cut from the rope and many slashes and cuts throughout the body. The area around her was even forming a puddle….

around 20 min. later

"Well they sure did a number on her, look at that." The cop said trying to look at her as little as possible.

"I…I'm going to be sick." A cop said running in the opposite direction. Another one looked while sighing "What a rookie – wait, this, this is out of our department" He said while looking in between the body's legs. "Call SVU."

Olivia's POV

A phone suddenly rings loudly in the middle of the night.

"ah, wait what?" Benson said while being still half asleep. She finally picked up the phone and answered.

"Hey Liv sorry to wake you but we have a situation down here." Eliot said sounding pretty tired himself.

"alright don't worry I'm coming right over there where is it?" She said, trying to rub her face to wake up further.

"This guy was really looking to get attention for himself, it's right near the theater hall over on 'he gives the address'."

Ugh well time to get up she thought while peeling herself away from her warm covers. Too bad too, I was having a really good dream. While managing to get dressed and collect her badge and her jacket and got her mind away from her dreams and into her job.

Cops were walking here and there and Warner was going to examine the body. The police were just taking a few last photos and then untied the rope and set the body down. As I was walking over and getting closer they started to put the rope into the bag and set off to look for more evidence.

"Olivia, good you're here," Warner started off as she finally reached the body. "From the looks of it she didn't die from the rope tied around her neck, instead it was this stab here" She pointed at a darkly colored bloody hole on the victim's chest. "That killed her."

"So what was the rope for, appearance?" I asked realizing that whoever did this obviously enjoyed torturing this woman. The cuts across her body, they were everywhere. And a lot of them seemed really shallow while others looked as if he jabbed a small pointed object into her.

"That's my guess" Warner said. There is also extensive damage to her—

"This guy, This guy tortured her. But that's not why we were called was it?" Eliot said, you could just hear the venom in his voice.

"We found trace fluids and gashes around her pelvic area. It looks like I'll be having plenty of DNA to test. The guy may be able to commit brutal crimes, but he's not good at covering his tracks."

"Yet" Eliot said grimly. "There is no one this guy is going to stop here, he's going to try this again.

I just looked grimly at the active crime scene. He's right, this had serial killer/rapist all over it. We need to really put a rush on this one…

"Good morning everyone" Cragen stated loudly for everyone as he walked to the center of the main office. "As you all can tell this case is going to be a high priority, and the press is already swooping in like vulture so we need to get this solved before the city goes to panic."

"Man this dude's just sick, do we have any idea who he is?" Fin asked in one of his average 'we need to catch this jerk' tone of voice.

"We found an ID on the body, her name is Rachel Ray. Benson, Stabler go to her work and ask around about her. Fin, Munch you go search the home for any leads." Cragen decided. He then began to go back into his office.

This is a bad start to a day and it doesn't seem to be getting brighter Walking out of the station I look at where she worked and sighed inwardly A middle school teacher, why her?


TF: Well then here's to the start of my writing adventure. I'd love for reviews whether bad or good (I know I suck right now so I'd like to know what to fix). And I'll be updating soon.