Okay so this is my first ever fanfic, and of course I had write it based on the best show ever, SVU. This is only the first chapter, but the story is going to be centered on self harm and self medication. Any reviews are awesome! It is my first story so I'm open to critique; just try not to be an A-hole ;) I have a trucker mouth so I'm going to rate this story M just to be on the safe side. In my mind, anything after the second to last episode of season 12 does not exist. Elliot didn't leave and there are no new characters. Other than that, everything's the same. And I got to say this now: Olivia is not, nor will ever be raped in my story! Undercover happened, but NO RAPING OF OLIVIA. I 3 Mariska too much to even write that. And I apologize if there out of character. Enjoy. BBBB
Disclaimer thingy: Last time I checked I'm not a middle aged man… So unfortunately I don't own SVU. Or Mariska for that matter, sadly.
"Just admit it Jeff!" Olivia shouted sliding a photo of a young black haired girl across the table. "You raped her, you beat her, and when she wouldn't shut up, you killed her." She leaned over the table and gave him her famous Olivia Benson glare. "That's disgusting! You shut your mouth!" He shot out of his chair screaming at her, mere inches from her face. She didn't step back, or even blink. She stayed staring into his guilty gray eyes with her searing browns. Elliot stepped forward and shoved Jeff back into his chair. "Sit down!" He scolded. Elliot and Olivia had been in the interrogation room for over three hours. Olivia's patience was running dry. The perp, Jeff, had raped four girls between the ages of ten and fourteen. His latest rape victim, Samantha Currie, was also his first murder victim. An innocent life snuffed out with a blow to the head out at age eleven. "We have your DNA in all four victims. Trisha, Brittany, Taylor, and Samantha." Elliot laid the four photos in front of Jeff, who immediately shoved them aside. "You're a liar! Lying bitch!" He flew across the table grabbing for Olivia's shoulders. But before he was able to make contact, Olivia slammed his face into the thick wood. She moved swiftly to the opposite side and pinned his arms tightly behind his back, keeping a firm hand on his head. Elliot handed her his cuffs but she scoffed and brushed his hand away. Grasping his hair she lifted his head and slammed it into the table, harder this time. He grunted in pain but Olivia gripped his hair harder. "Is this how you killed her Jeff?! Did you smash her head on the ground or did you hit her with a two by four?!" She lifted his head roughly, preparing for another slam, but Elliot was pulling Olivia off of the crying man. "I'm suing bitch!" He pulled himself off the table and shouted. "Worthless prick!" Olivia spat while struggling against Elliot's strong arms. When he brought her out of the room and closed the door, Cragen was standing there looking furious. "Let go!" She jolted out of Elliot's grasp and stalked to her desk. Cragen followed with Elliot close behind. "What the hell was that, Benson?!" Cragen demanded. She turned sharply with anger flaring in her eyes. "He assaulted me, you saw that!" She countered. "What I saw was an incoming lawsuit for harassment!" Cragen stated angrily. "He's a rapist!" Olivia huffed and picked up her brown leather jacket and water bottle. "Who has rights until convicted! Take the rest of the day off. Don't come back until you get it together." He scolded before walking into his office and slamming the door behind him. "Liv, what happ-" Elliot started but was quickly cut off. "I just need some air." She walked briskly to the staircase leading to the roof. Elliot stood there confused and worried. As much as he enjoyed seeing that son of a bitch's head getting used as a hammer, he was concerned about Olivia. This was the fifth time in two months that she had roughed up a perp. Usually Elliot was the one to lose his temper while Olivia kept him in line. Something was definitely off, but whenever he tried to get her to talk about it, she would clam up and dismiss him. Olivia was never one to talk about her emotions, but being her partner and best friend for so long Elliot could always tell when something was wrong. He waited a few minutes before heading up to the roof to find her. She was standing by the edge, looking down at the city. She didn't look as angry as she did a few minutes ago, but she still looked agitated and tense. He stood at the door for a moment. He watched her take a small white pill out of her the pocket on her dark gray corduroys. She popped it into her mouth a tilted her head slightly while taking a drink from her water bottle. Such a small gesture surprised Elliot; she usually had to be begged to take so much as an asprin. Strong willed and stubborn were two of her best and worst qualities. "Headache?" Elliot asked casually while approaching her. She turned her head startled, "Migraine." She explained, not taking her eyes off the busy city view. "What's going on with you Liv?" He asked sympathetically nudging her shoulder with his. "Nothing El, I'm fine." She lied. "I'm your partner, you can talk to me." "There's nothing to talk about. I'm fine." Her voice oozing false certainty. "You should take the rest of the day off, I'll drive you." Elliot stated. "No I brought my car, I'll give Don a few hours to cool down. I'll be back around seven." Finally bringing her eyes to his, she gave him a strained smile. Knowing there wasn't much he could do, he smiled and watched her walk away.