Psych!

Rating: PG-13. Not for the young, or the elderly, or the faint of heart.
Writtenby: Me.... Gina!
Disclaimer: You've probably already guessed that I don't own any characters of any sort from Law and Order: Special Victims Unit... and you're absolutely right!
NOTE: I entirely welcome reviews, bad or good (though preferrably good, if you catch my gist), so please do! Thanks to everyone for correcting my silly mistakes. It won't happen again!:)

Prologue

Officer Stuart kept his hand on his gun as he walked through the strangely empty streets of New York on his patrol night. This was his first shift and he kept looking around nervously in case someone behind him had a mind to knock him out. He kept walking, looking from one building to another, one garbage can to the next, when his gaze landed on dark footprints that led to the alley a few paces in front of him.

Frightened, he grabbed his radio out of pure instinct, and carefully walked while leaning on the brick walls. Right before he turned the corner, he closed his eyes and took a breath. Stuart jumped into the middle of the opening and held his gun out shakily.

"Freeze, police!" He said in a barely coherent voice.

Nobody was there. Eyes shifting cautiously, he took slow steps into the alley until he figured he was deep enough to know that there was no one lurking in there. Just as he put his gun back, someone shoved past him, pushing him into the trash with a grunt, and sprinted out of the alley before he could react.

"Crap!" Stuart cried out before he hit the can. Rubbing his back and brushing a banana peel off, he stood up and hit himself in the head for being so stupid. "I could have gotten him!" He said to himself. "I so could have---" He was interrupted by the sight of a leg that was shone in the dim light of the street lamp. There was a tiny pool of blood spreading from where the body was as well. Shaking and stumbling over the can again, he grabbed his radio and immediately yelped, "I think we've got a possible rape victim. Maybe murder! Get SVU!"

The door to the drivers seat of the dark car in 24th street opened as Olivia Benson stepped out, looking weary but driven.
"What have we got?" She asked as she approached Elliot in the alleyway, her eyes looking around the crime scene.
"Rape victim, so I'm assuming." He replied, frowning as he watched the paramedics lift their victim onto a stretcher and took her towards their vehicle. "Stripped naked, lying in the gutter, large slashes on her stomach and arms and…" He looked at Olivia with a raised eyebrow.
"Bastard cut her vagina." Olivia finished, looking down at where the body was found. "Dead, then?"
"No, not quite. She's just on the edge of the cliff. Meds are going to try to do the best they can before getting to the hospital, but I don't know if she'll make it." He exhaled, taking out his hands from his pockets and getting his notepad and pen.
"Any witnesses?" Benson asked, looking at his notepad, but she already knew the answer as they were already walking out of the alley.
"Yep. Stan Stuart. Guard on duty for night patrol for the nearby precinct."

"I had no idea I was going to see something like that!" Stan said as he held up a hankie to his mouth to keep from barfing. "Is that lady going to be all right?"
"We don't know." Stabler replied without emotion. "So what were you doing in the alley? What caught your attention?"
"Um…" Stan's eyes looked up as he thought it over. "It was the footprints, I guess. Those, over there." He said, pointing at where CSU were taking pictures of the prints. "I didn't know they were blood… it was too dark to see. I figured it'd be some sort of hobo, but I thought I'd check it out anyway.
"I uh… took out my gun and I kept it out for a while. But when I put it away, this guy shoved me away and just ran out of there."
"Did you see what he looked like? Or what he was wearing?" Olivia asked, also taking out her notepad.
"N-no. It was really dark and I could only see his silhouette. Um… I'd say he was a few inches taller than me… White… Uhh… He was pretty strong too." He lifted his hand to rub where he was pushed to indicate how he had figured that part out.
Elliot Stabler exchanged looks with Olivia. It didn't look like it would take much to get Stan Stuart out of your way.
"Thanks." He said, then took out his card. "This is my number. Call us if you remember anything else."
As they walked away, Olivia pocketed her notepad.
"That was useful." She said as they approached her car.
"Well, he looked like a rookie. Didn't expect what was going to happen."
"You would have thought that when he saw the bloody footprints, he would have called for backup." She said, opening the door.
"He said he couldn't distinguish those." Elliot reminded her as he got in.
"You can't not recognize blood." Olivia said simply, "Especially in this business." Then slammed the door as she got into her car as well.

I've got the next two chapters written out so...please comment! I'd love to hear feedback!