This is a sequel to "The Secret Files of Elliot and Olivia". You don't have to read it to understand this story, but there are a few details that you may not get. For those of you that have read my other story, I'm taking things in a bit of a different direction. My last story was more realistic and this time I'm going to add just a touch of sci-fi into it. Don't get worried there are still plenty of EO goodies, but I wanted to try something different.
The only characters I own and created are Alicia Gordon, Rick Palmer, Lisa, Jarvus, Henry, and the random police officers.
Let me know what you're thinking. I tend to write faster when you do. :)
Love,
Scar
At the end of the dayScene
The call came at three in the morning. Elliot and Olivia, who were now sharing Olivia's small apartment, raced around Elliot's boxes trying to find shoes and head to the emergency near China town.
Elliot crashed into the coffee table, "Ah fuck!"
Olivia yelled from the bathroom, "You ok?"
"God damn coffee table hit me again. Have you seen my other shoe?"
Olivia flushed, "Did you look under the bed?"
"Bed!" Elliot limped to the bed and started pulling up the covers and throwing piles of clothes to the side. "We need to do laundry."
"You need to use the hamper." She cried as she pushed the door open and threw him a shoe. "It was under the towels."
Elliot grabbed his phone and his keys, "Ready?"
They both headed for the door, Elliot fumbled with the locks and Olivia stood behind him reaching around to help, "No, not that lock. Just…turn it that way."
Elliot pulled the door open just as Olivia cried, "Chain!"
The door babbled back and forth, and then closed. Elliot stepped away to allow Olivia to take over. "You're apartment is a trap. We really need to move."
They walked out of the door and to the elevator. "I think my space would be more welcoming if your spaces weren't so big and explosive." Olivia said as she tucked her shirt in and strapped her gun securely to her belt.
"Shit! I left my gun upstairs." Elliot said as he checked his watched.
Olivia gave him the old eyeball and walked out of the elevator after pressing the 5th floor button. "I'll get the car. See this is why we shouldn't be mixing life and business." Elliot gave her a low brow. She smiled and pointed to her cheek for him to kiss it.
"Yeah yeah." He kissed her. " You always have to get that last word-" The elevator door closed. "in."
Elliot stood alone looking at himself in the reflection of the door. He looked at his tired face and sucked his gut in. "Uh, Elliot, this happy phase is making you soft."
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Elliot and Olivia followed the trail of SCU personnel collecting evidence throughout the hallway of the apartment building. They got to the door of the crime scene and Olivia flashed her badge, "SVU, where's our victim?"
The cop glanced at Olivia and looked at his buddy with a smirk, "Hey, Frank, how many detectives does it take to fix a rape?"
Frank ripped off his rubber gloves and laughed, "I don't know Keneti, you tell me."
"One to fuck it up and 3 to find the prick that did it." They laughed uncontrollably.
Olivia walked away. She wasn't even going to waste her energy on their small minds. Words would just confuse them. Elliot grumbled under his breath, "You couldn't find your ass in a room full of hats."
The detectives walked into the bedroom to find Alicia Gordon and Rick Palmer questioning their victim. Olivia stopped in her tracks. "Alicia, Rick, what are you doing here?"
Rick waved and continued his interaction with the distraught girl on the bed. Alicia pushed past them and gestured them to the hallway. "We think that your victim is linked to one of our guys in Queens. I heard the call on the radio and stopped by to check it out. Didn't mean to step on your toes."
Olivia nodded. "So what's our girl's situation?"
"You're victim's name is Lisa. She told us a guy was standing next to the door and he said he locked himself out of the building. She let him in and he followed her to her floor. He smashed her head on the door. He brought her inside, raped her, cleaned her, and left."
Elliot was writing down the details, "The building have camera's?"
Alicia looked at the floor and then back up at them with a quick response, "Yeah, we got them. Don't worry about it."
"Actually, we do need to worry about it, because this is our case. You're going to need to hand those over." Elliot said with a little heat behind his words.
"Oh, yeah, you'll get them, but we're going to need to see them first."
Olivia felt like her answers were off. Alicia was an open book in the last case she worked with her. She seemed like she was hiding something. "You guys collected a lot of evidence. How long have you been here?"
Alicia scratched her head, "We know the perp. We knew what to look for. Rick, let's rap it up. I have a rape kit to send out."
"Wait a minute, you took the victim's rape kit here?" Olivia questioned with confusion.
Rick stood next to her now and answered, "Alicia has a license. She used to be a doctor. If the victim doesn't want to go to the hospital we give them the option to do it in the comfort of their home."
Rick held out his hand to Elliot, "Elliot Stabler, I'm glad to see you're back on the job. I heard a lot about you from your partner."
Elliot shook his hand, but his brow was still lowered with distrust. Rick and Alicia said goodbye and turned for the door. Alicia's long braids swung around like they had a personality of their own. Elliot looked at Olivia, "What was that?"
"I don't know, but some things not right. Alicia was definitely keeping something from us. And I know you can't legally take a rape kit as a detective. I don't care how many degrees she has."
Just then their victim came towards them. "Can I call my boyfriend now?"
Olivia turned to sooth her victim, "Yes. Let's get the phone."
Lisa was in her early twenties. She was thin and incredibly beautiful. She picked up the phone near her bed and sobbed wildly while she talked to her boyfriend. Olivia whispered to Elliot, "Looks like we're not going to get any information from her tonight."
Elliot shushed her. He put his head down and wrote in his notebook as he listened to Lisa talk on the phone.
"Jeremy, you need to get here faster. If I would have known, I never would have let him in. He came out of nowhere. I saw him take the stairs and I took the elevator. Then without a sound he grabbed me from behind. OH… I can't talk about it. I love you too, sweety."
Olivia handed Lisa a tissue and sat down next to her. "Lisa, I'm Detective Olivia Benson. I'm gong to be taking over your case from here. I know this has been a long night and Detective Palmer already questioned you, but can you tell me how the man left when he was finished?"
"God, I've already answered these questions. I just want to go to sleep and forget it happened."
Olivia noticed a newspaper clipping on her nightstand. "Is that you in the newspaper?"
Lisa looked at it, "Yeah, I'm one of the top hitters in the women's minor league. They did an article on me because I'm in the running to be on the Olympic softball team."
Olivia smiled, "That's wonderful."
Lisa sniffed and shook her head. "I guess." She paused and looked up at Olivia, " He was in my living room and then there was a whooshing sound and he was gone. I don't know how he got out. He just vanished."
"Do you mean that you had your eyes closed and he left?"
"No, I mean he disappeared. I never once closed my eyes."
Olivia turned to grab Elliot's attention. Elliot lifted a brow and nodded to the side.
Lisa pushed Olivia and headed for the door. "Don't believe me. That's fine, but I'm not talking about it again." She ran for the bathroom and closed the door.
Olivia stood up. "Great. Looks like we're done here. We need Palmer''s notes."
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The batting cages opened at 8am every morning, and at 7:55am a tall man with blonde hair and a thick muscular build stood by the door with his bat. At 7:58am, like clockwork, he would start to pound on the gate with the tip of his bat. Jarvus, the guy who ran the place, would hobble out of his station jingling the keys and yelling, "Hey! What did I tell you about that bang'n? You're knick'n the bars all up. Give me a minute here would yeah? Just give me a frigg'n minute."
The man would burst through the gate slam his money on the nearest table and head for the cages. Jarvus really hated the guy, but he was one of his most loyal customers. He came everyday from 8am to 10am. And besides a few knicks on the front gate and a couple of angry miss fired baseballs the guy wasn't that bad. In fact, Jarvus thought he was the best hitter he'd ever seen and that was including the time he saw Mickey Mantel hit one out of the park. He watched the guy hit the baseballs over and over again. He was hitting them with more force then usual. Jarvus walked up to him, "Hey, kid, you hav'n a bad morning or what?"
The guy grunt and slammed the ball so hard the bat splintered into a million pieces. The ball tore into the padding on the other side of the fence. Jarvus stuffed the wad of money he had taken from the table into his back pocket and yelled, "Hey, you just ripped up my padding. That's gonna cost you buddy."
"Shut up", the guy grunted.
"What did you say to me? Did you tell me to shut up, cause I'm gonna call the cops on your ass for harassing me and wreck'n my establishment."
The guy came towards Jarvus with the broken peice of the bat. Jarvus started to back up. In his fear and anger he didn't even realize that he had stopped moving when he ran into the two detectives standing behind him. Rick pulled Jarvus to the side and held his hands over his ears causing him to slowly fall to the ground in a deep sleep.
Alicia headed towards the guy. "Henry, stop." Her hair grew long around her. They moved like snakes under water about her head. "Henry, we're here to help you. Now put the bat down and come with me." A braid inched up to the bat and pulled it from Henry's hand. With a blink of an eye Henry had vanished in a line of color past the detectives and out into the city.
"Damn it." Alicia yelled. "I thought he'd cooperate."
Rick stood with his hand on his temple. "Ah, he's out of reach. I can't even hear him any more."
"We gotta get back up on every inch of the city. He's too fast and unpredictable. He's going to blow the whole thing if this gets out." Alicia said as they both walked down the street.
Rick nodded. "I don't think he's bold enough to go to the public. He's keeping it private. This is personal."
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Olivia and Elliot walked out of the elevator towards the squad room. Olivia was attempting to convince herself that it was time to make a change. "Elliot, we nee to talk about our situation before it hurts someone. If we wouldn't have been in each others way this morning we would have beat the other precinct and we'd have our evidence."
"Liv, I agree we can't work like this and it's illegal, but I think they were there before we were because they've been following the perp. There's no way they would have made it to that girl's apartment if they were in Queens. They were in our neighborhood and they were already on the job. My question is, how could they let their perp bring in another victim if they were following him?"
Olivia shook her head and thought about it," I don't know what their deal was. It still doesn't excuse the fact that we're postponing the inevitable."
Elliot grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her in the locker room, "Hey, come here."
He leaned down and kissed her.
"Elliot, I'm being very serious about transferring."
"I know. You're a serious woman." He kissed her neck slowly.
"And you are seriously bad. We can't do this here." She said unconvincingly.
He stopped. "We can't? Oh, ok." He walked to his locker and pulled his T-shirt off.
Olivia smiled, "Now you're just being mean."
He took his clean button down shirt out of the locker and replied, "Mean? How so?"
She locked the door and walked towards him grabbing his eyes with hers. She grabbed the shirt from Elliot's hand and threw it to the side. Her hand slid up the muscle on his arm. Without a second thought Elliot lifted her legs off the ground and she wrapped them around his waste. They began to heavily kiss. Olivia started to grind the front of his jeans and he leaned her back against the wall. She slid off of his waste and unzipped his pants. In a quick fit of passion and testosterone Elliot was inside of her and thrusting. She bit her bottom lip as she held back all of the screams she so badly wanted to release. Her mind went fuzzy as her hormones took control and before she knew it Elliot came inside of her. They stood there for a moment. Elliot was leaning around her with his weight on his arm. They took in deep breaths of air and smiled at each other. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Olivia's eyes grew wide and she smacked his arm. "Ow. What was that for?" He whispered. There was another knock. "I'm coming hang on." Elliot yelled.
While pulling on her pants she whispered, "If I get fired I swear to god Elliot Stabler, no amount of confession will ever forgive your sins." She smacked him again, grabbed her shirt, and ran for the shower room.
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When Olivia walked into the squad room she saw Alicia and Rick standing in the middle of the room talking to Elliot and Cragen.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Cragen replied to her first. "Liv, Detective Palmer is looking to transfer and Elliot is telling me that one of you two were interested in going. Is this true?"
Olivia looked at Elliot. "I'll go if that's what you want?" Elliot said.
"No, I want to go."
"Liv, it's ok I can handle this. If you feel more comfortable here, I will gladly go."
Cragen stopped them, "What is going on? If you wanted to transfer so badly why am I just finding out about it now."
Alicia and Rick stood awkwardly to the side.
Olivia noticed them starring. "Captain, can we take this to your office?"
All three of them walked to the office and closed the door. Cragen was confused and boiling with anger, "Why didn't you tell me there was a problem? I could tell there was something happening and I asked and I asked. You should never have continued if there was any-"
Olivia cut him off. "Captain, please. There wasn't a problem."
Elliot touched her hand and butt in, "She means, it has become a problem, but not a problem in the sense that you're thinking."
"What kind of problem? We can't have problems." Cragen stammered.
"Captain, this is the problem." Olivia pulled up her left hand and held up the diamond ring for him to see.
"You two?" Cragen's mouth dropped.
They both nodded.
Olivia smiled and scrunched her nose in fear that he was going to explode, "Yes. Elliot and I have decided-"
"How long have you …decided-"
Elliot squeezed Olivia's right hand, "about a week ago."
Cragen nodded and sat in silence. "And how long have you been…"
"Seeing each other." Olivia finished.
"About six months." Elliot added.
Olivia looked at him. "Six months? I thought it was seven."
"Or maybe it was seven."
Olivia continued with that wrinkle on the top of her nose."I mean, I guess we didn't technically go on that date until six months, but it had started way before then."
Cragen watched them and laughed. "Ah, you guys. I should have known better. I should have guessed this day was going to happen. I should be upset. You've been working under these conditions. That and I hate finding new detectives. I have the hardest time finding the right person."
Elliot cleared his throat, "Yes, we know."
Cragen grinned and threw a ball of paper at him. "You turned out alright, so I must not be too bad at it."
They all had a good laugh and made their last decision together before leaving the office to find Alicia and Rick sitting at Olivia's desk.
Rick stood up and walked over to Olivia. "Detective Benson, I'm glad you decided to make a change. I'm sure Alicia will make your transfer smooth and pleasant. She's a great gal. You two are going to have some good times. If I knew she wasn't going to stock me I would be a little jealous of you taking her away."
Alicia stood up, flipped her hair in his face, and gave him the evil eye.
Olivia looked puzzled. "How did you know I was going to transfer?"
Rick was in mid laugh and he stopped. "What can I say, I listen well." He smiled and she walked past him to her desk.
"So Detectives, when are we going to make the switch?" Cragen asked.
Olivia swallowed hard as she sat at her desk facing Elliot. "Um, I'm ready when you are Rick."
"Great. How about tomorrow?" Rick said.
She nodded and unenthusiastically replied, "Great. I'll see you tomorrow, Alicia."
Alicia snapped and pointed at her, "Alright, girl, I'll see you bright and early."
"Elliot, my man, I can't wait to start. I'll see you in 20 hours." Rick patted Elliot on the back and Elliot nodded with acceptance in his direction. He watched the detectives leave and turned to see Olivia avoid the room with a file covering her face and a pen tapping the desk. He hoped this was the best decision.
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The day was over and Elliot was helping Olivia box up the last of her things. "I'm going to go take these boxes to the car. I'll be back." Elliot said and kissed her on the cheek.
Olivia stood alone behind her desk. She watched the phones blink and listened to the hustle of papers and late night detectives talking in the background. The two desks joined together in the center of the room emanated so many memories. Elliot was such a hard ass to her on her first day. She laughed remembering his face when she sat down at the desk in front of him. His furrowed brow and foot tapping made him an easy target.
"You know how to shoot that thing?" he said after Cragen handed her the gun and the badge. She gave him an eyebrow and clicked a new cartridge in place like a pro. "You'll be the first to know if I don't." Her sarcastic smile through him for a loop. It took all day to prove her worth but she broke him down.
Thoughts of Fin and Munch bickering like school chums would always remain a missed pleasure. She would never forget when John hurt his foot tripping on the sidewalk. Fin hounded him for weeks about that injury. "Hey John, Broadway called, they're looking for their cast." John would always have an equally bad come back. "Yeah, and the early 90's called, they want their ponytail back." Olivia sighed and a small tear rolled down her cheek. She looked down at her empty desk, grabbed the last box, and flipped off the lamp next to the computer.