Hey guys. So, yea. I did delete me other stories. I wasn't exactly happy with them, sooo... yea. they're gone. This account is going to be dedicated to Law & Order stories. They're all thought up, and written by me. I haven't seen every Law & Order episoode, so some might be similar, but I try to make them original. But, yeah. I'mma start now. This be a fanfic that I haven't thought about how it's going to be a SVU one, but y'know, it'll get there. Enjooy. :)
Random Person's POV ;
I remember the view being nice, looking out at the view from my roof. I always used to like sitting there, looking out at the people walking by. Sometimes, I brought out my telescope to look at the stars. And to look at the really cute guy who always exercised on his front lawn around 6:30 every night. I just didn't tell anyone that. That night though, was different from the others. I was moving my telescope around, my eye looking through the lens when something strange caught my eye. I looked down at the alley about a block away from my house. There was... something just laying there. I didn't know what it was, so I looked closer. What I saw made me sick. It was a woman. Well, a girl. She looked maybe fourteen. I was sixteen. I ran inside, where after I informed my mom, who called the police. I was later told by the headlines that she was killed. The girl who looked fourteen (she actually turned out to be 15) had been murdered, and left in the alley. I never slept well after that. Even when they found who did it. It still scared me to know that people were out there, that did things like that. I guess I should tell you what went on during the investigation. That's what you're waiting for, isn't it? Well, I guess so.
N O R M A L P O V ;
9:35 pm. Monday, April 16.
Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson stepped out of their black car, ready to analyze the crime scene. The girl was teenage, that much was obvious. But how old she was exactly, they couldn't tell. her purse only carried her cellphone, a MAC lipgloss and an empty wallet. Her cellphone was a blackberry pearl in pink.
"Detectives Benson & Stabler. What happened here?" Olivia Benson strutted up, her NYPD badge glinting in the april moonlight. Her partner Elliot Stabler was right behind her.
The regular cop looked up and answered their question.
"It looks like she was killed elsewhere, and brought here. There's no blood on the walls, her heels look clean, which couldn't be if she was walking in this alley , so I'd say the guy shot her, shoved her in his trunk and brought her here."
Olivia bent down to investigate. She could tell that aside from the gun - shot, she wasn't injured in any other way. Her face was flawless, no blemishes. If there was any though, she couldn't see through the makeup caked onto her fair skin. She was wearing what all girls usually wore when they attended high school in their freshman year. Tight jeans, casual , but stylish shirt. She was a regular, run - of - the - mill teenage girl . But was was she doing killed?
12:35 pm. Tuesday, April 17. Special Victims Unit Police Department.
"Her name is Grace Reese. She's fifteen. Last night we called her mom, and she identified the phone, purse and all the contents as her daughters." Captain Cragen was explaining to his detectives.
"So, Grace was just walking around, and someone decided to kill her, and then leave her body in an alley?" Olivia asked.
"Well, not exactly. None of us are sure what happened. We have that to figure out once -"
Stabler's phone rang.
"Alright. Olivia and I will be right over."
He snapped his cellphone shut.
"Lab's got something ."
1:15 pm.
"There's a single gunshot wound, directly to the heart . Perp knew what he was doing. The only injury as far as the untrained eye can see. There's bruising on her neck, but that's most likely not from the perp. They look about a week old, give or take. And they look like they were put there on purpose."
"So, they're hickey's?" Stabler questioned, a puzzled look upon his face.
"precisely. I'd say that she was out, possibly alone, perp grabbed her, shot her and brought her to the crime scene. She looks like a very clean - cut girl. I did blood tests though, and found traces of both alcohol and Marijuana. She was obviously completley opposite on the outside as she was on the inside. She's got a tongue piercing, a nose piercing, and what teenagers call 'Spiderbites'. What with the way her blood was tested, it seemed as though she got high everyday. She was going down the wrong path."
"did her parents know about more then the piercings?" Benson asked.
"Why don't you ask them? Her mother and father are waiting outside."
The long white sheet was pulled back to identify whether the girl they had was Grace Reese or not.
Alice Reese and Ronson Reese waited, terrified, hoping not to see their only daughter beneath the sheet.
Both their eyes filled with tears and fear. It had become obvious that this was Grace.
"Yes, oh God. That's ... that's my Grace ." Mrs. Reese choked out, as her voice broke on the last word. It seemed like it frightened her to speak her young daughter's name.
"Alright. That's all we need. Thank you."
As his wife sobbed in his arms, Mr. Reese looked up with hurt, confusion and most of all, fear.
"You're going to find the bastard you did this to my little girl." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
"Mr. Reese, we're going to do all we can."
