Hello favorites!
So I've always been pretty obsessed with Law and Order: SVU, but I've literally been watching all the time lately. So I figure why not do a cross over. I love writing Twilight fanfiction, so I figured this could be interesting to write.
This won't be super long, and all the chapters will be decently short.
WARNING: If you are not comfortable with reading about rape, please proceed with caution. This story gets dark fast, and while I probably won't write an actual rape scene, a few characters will be speaking about their own experiences with it in great detail.
DISCLAIMER: SM owns Twilight. Sadly, I do not. The plot line is mine, as are any original characters.
Here we go!
DONG DONG.
December 10th- 12:45pm
"So what do we have here?" I ask as I walk into the fancy upper-Manhattan apartment. I take a moment to check the locks on the door and see if there are any alarm systems.
None.
"The usual," my partner, Edward Cullen responds as he walks out from what I assume to be the bedroom. "The woman was found beaten and raped, tied up to her bed. Boyfriend found her and called the police."
I nod as I walk into the bedroom and see the handcuffs still hanging from headboard.
"Did you call for DNA tests?" I ask as I examine the room. The balcony doors had no lock. That was the break-in point.
"Swan, I've been doing this for as long as you have," Edward says jokingly. "I put a rush on them. This is going to be a closed case by Tuesday."
I push away from the window. "I know, I know. How old was she?" I ask.
He walks out of the bedroom and I follow after. "Twenty. She got a good look at him. She said he was around 30, 170 pounds. Brown eyes, black hair, Caucasian, scruffy. 5'10."
I nodded. "Okay. Just put a rush on those tests so we can get the pig behind bars as soon as possible."
Just as we exited the apartment, my phone went off.
"Swan," I answer.
"We've got a case just a couple blocks away," Chief McCarthy says. He gives me the address and I quickly hang up and tell Cullen.
"Let's go," he says as he leads me down stairs to his Volvo that is parked right outside the apartment building. The drive over to the new place was quick and, when on the job, Cullen and I keep our conversations completely professional.
Not that we have much of a relationship outside of the station.
December 10th- 12:55pm
The place is easy to find, seeing as three cop cars are surrounding the building. The minute the car is parked, Cullen and I run into the building, our hands subconsciously going to our guns in case the rapist is still waiting.
He walks inside in front of me, his arm coming out to push me behind his body and I roll my eyes and push past him. The last thing I need is protecting.
I walk inside the threshold and freeze.
The victim is just being released from her constraints. She has been chained to the wall of her apartment, wrists and ankles both shackled to large nails in the wall.
"What the hell happened?" Cullen yells as he walks over to the contraption.
A rush of familiarity and sickness runs over me, but I push it back and walk over to the woman with Cullen.
"We don't know," Jasper says, a cop that we work with frequently. "We got a call from her neighbor about ten minutes ago saying she came over to ask the victim, Alice, to watch her kids for 20 minutes while she went to the store. She knocked on the door, but no one answered, so she tried the door knob. It was unlocked. She walked in and found this."
I feel the bile rise in my throat as I stare at the innocent woman's face. She was probably a very pretty girl, but her face was too distorted by bruises to tell. The skirt she had been wearing was ripped up the side for easy access.
"Has she said anything?" I ask as I examine the chains on the wall.
He shakes his head. "No. She was barely awake enough when we found her to demand we do a rape kit. Then she passed out. Hopefully once we get to the hospital and get some meds in her, she'll come around."
Cullen nods. "Okay get her to the hospital and do the test while we take care of the scene," Cullen commands calmly as I start to make my way to the bedroom.
The room was in perfect condition. There were no signs of struggle anywhere; everything seemed to be in its proper place.
The only thing out of place was the window, which was wide open.
It was the middle of December in New York City. Open windows were very uncommon.
I walk over to the window and glance outside, noticing the easy access anyone would have if they were trying to break in. I step out of the window and onto the fire escape and glance around before grabbing the window and shutting it soundly.
Cullen walks into the bedroom at that point and cocks an eyebrow at me. I wave him over.
"Lock the window," I say. He nods and does as I say.
I open the window easily.
"Point of entry," I mumble to myself.
Everything was all too familiar.
We've seen this before.
I've seen this before.
"What have you found?" I ask Cullen as we walk back into the living room, the scene of the crime.
"It's weird," he says as he looks at the chains on the wall. "There are no signs of struggle anywhere. And he must have drugged her to have the time to chain her up without her making a break for it. It's too intricate."
"Unless he set it up while she wasn't here," I say as I examine the blood stains on the wall.
Cullen looks at me with confusion. "What are you talking about?"
I sigh as I yank on one of the chains and feel how disgustingly sturdy it is. "Think about it. There's no way he could have set this up without waking her up if she was sleeping or something."
I walk away from the contraption with disgust and go stand next to Cullen.
"I guess that makes sense. That would mean that this was premeditated. He must have planned it and learned her schedule. Known when he could get in undetected and set up everything," he speculates out loud.
"We'll just have to wait till Alice comes to. She'll be able to fill in the blanks," I say. "Cullen, can you drive me over to the hospital? I'll stay there and wait for Alice to wake up. You can go back to the station and fill everyone else in."
Cullen nods. "Are you sure you don't want to come back to the station? It'll be a while till she wakes up."
I look at him seriously. "Yes. I want to be there when she wakes up. See if you can dig up the names of any family or friends I can call while I'm waiting."
He sighs but agrees and takes me to the hospital.
The next chapter will be coming up very shortly :) Please read and review! I love to know what you all think.
Lots of Love,
Emilia Elliot.