Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass or Law and Order: SVU. They are the property of their respective owners.

Title: Infidelity

Warnings/Themes: Rated T (likely M) for: Romance, implied sexual content, violence, cheating, drama, alternate universe, crossover and mild language.

Note: This is a crossover, but it will be placed in separate categories as an evaluation that'll last no longer than two weeks. Thank you.

(Before you read, please read this extended disclaimer): The following work of fiction is based in an alternate timeline. Due to the nature of the story, some elements from Code Geass (such as world history, inventions, etc.) has been omitted, but will still work to retain the characters' personalities and traits. This story will also work to retain the SVU characters' personalities and traits as well. Please take precaution as you read this story and enjoy your read.

Chapter One - Start

I can't rightfully explain what this story is about because if I did, then it wouldn't be fun to read. Like some great stories, mine is a true one. This was something that happened not too long ago and well, it is not pretty if you ask me. I'm not saying my life is crazy but what me and my colleagues went through is. I'm not gonna guarantee that my tale will end happily; but like I say: Every story has a beginning and an ending but sometimes, stories don't always end happily.

It is hard to understand the subtleties of romance. There is not always a guarantee that you will ever find "the one", yet we all believe that such a person is out there. Sometimes, "the one" might be the one that will hurt you the most. Everyone wants to believe that they can find a person that will guarantee them happiness. But yet, is that what we really want or are we looking for something else? Should romance be judged by how two people look together? Should that special mate be determined by their amount of wealth? Have people stopped focusing on the "simple things" and chose to dream big?

For young adults, it is uncertain for them to realize that sometimes, you'll lose the things close to you. Even the one you love. So from the young folks in love to the older ones still together, it seems as though nothing lasts forever.

Detective Alexandra Cabot sat quietly at her desk, her eyes glued to the computer monitor, chewing on a pen until *smack* – A minimal smack to the wrist came suddenly. It was only to get her attention, when she looked up, she saw her commanding officer.

"Alex!" said Captain Donald Cragen, the commander of the Special Victims Unit. "What have I told you about sticking pens in your mouth?"

"Oh...uh..." She stammered, until she got her wits about herself, "Sorry, captain. I was just reading something."

"Well you know what to do. Hand it over." He ordered, holding out his palm. She reluctantly placed the chewed up pen in his hand, as this wasn't the first time she had to do this.

"I don't understand why you all keep doing this?" She complained.

Her comment sparked the words of Detective Elliot Stabler, who sat far from her desk when he remarked, "Alex, you chew through more pens than a monkey eating bananas."

"Only difference is a monkey doesn't have to told more than twice not to do things." Cragen added. Alex let out a defeated sigh, turning her eyes back to the computer monitor. That was until Cragen received something from one of the detectives, with some important news.

"Just got news that a body has been found right out in Washington Heights." he reported to his detectives, "Stabler, Cabot, you two head out there."

"Yes, captain." Elliot and Alex said in unison. They both walked out of the precinct to respond to the call.

My name is Alexandra Cabot and I am currently a detective for the New York Police Department. I previously worked at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office for almost two decades. I was an assistant district attorney assigned to the Sex Crimes Bureau, where we prosecute sexually based offenses. How I got here is a long story that I don't believe any of you may have any interest in but I just need to clear this out. So several years ago, I graduated from the police academy; the reason why I was there was because of a stupid bar bet.

I didn't take the job that seriously at first, but after a while I felt as though I could make a different outside of the courthouse. I don't feel like boring you with the details as to how I got here but what I can tell is that serving as an ADA by day and a cop by night was not only stressful, but time-consuming. After doing such an impressive job, my bosses were so impressed I earned a promotion to detective. When it happened, I didn't quite expect it to make detective, All I did was do the job I was supposed to do.

After a year at my current post, I decided to transfer to Manhattan Special Victims Unit. When my request was granted, that meant I had to give up my job as a prosecutor due to conflict of interest. Yet, I have no regrets about leaving. To say the least, I'm actually more happy now that I ever was.

At the the crime scene, surrounded mostly by police or members of the crime scene unit, Alex and Elliot walk over to the body, accompanied by Melinda Warner, their medical examiner. She had already taken a look upon the body, and was just waiting for the detectives to arrive.

Putting on a pair of disposable gloves, the first thing Alex says to her was, "I bet I can guess what we got here."

"Then congrats, you guessed right." she remarked, "The victim is a female, 22 years old. Possibly raped, beaten to death and dumped near a dumpster."

"To think they would spend a little more effort by throwing her in the dumpster." Alex thought out loud.

Though that was true, Elliot turned back to Melinda and asked, "Any I.D?"

"CSU didn't find anything on her. But look here," she replied, "On her back, there are a vast number of scars, bruises and a series of burns. The rest on her body are recent."

"Indicating that she was tortured much before?" Elliot inquired, "So if it was a just a simple dump job, then what explains the assault?"

"I'll have to look during the autopsy."

Meanwhile, as Alex looked at the body, she noticed something on the victim that was oddly familiar. She interrupted them by saying, "Wait a minute." Alex went down and lifted up the arm only to find a freakish looking brand just below the victim's armpit.

"What the hell is that?" Melinda exclaimed; despite taking a full look at the victim, not even she noticed it.

"That looks oddly familiar?"

Taking a more delicate look, Alex explained to them both, "This burn looks exactly like the fleur-de-lis."

"What is that?" Elliot asked her.

"It's a symbol used for political, religious or creative purposes among other known uses." Alex explained, "Fleur is french for flower and lis is also french for lily. Do you know what the New Orleans Saints' logo looks like, Elliot?"

"Yeah."

"Well that's what it is."

Looking down at the body, Elliot commented, "Well it seems someone found a different purpose for it."

The investigation began incredibly slow for the detectives, with a bloody crime scene and no evidence, they were deadlocked. Three days into the investigation, Alex and Elliot explained the details to their captain, as well as Sergeant John Munch and Detective Fin Tutuola. They had some that could help their case, but as proven in time, even if they had enough evidence, it was always not enough.

"So that's the basic details. I checked the database for similar cases, but came up empty." Alex told her boss and fellow detectives.

"Are you sure there are no cases matching this M.O.?" Cragen inquired.

"Absolutely sure, captain."

Then during their conversation, Sergeant Munch walked over to his desk to answer his phone. It didn't take much long when he returned and gave the detectives an interesting piece of information: "I just received a tip from an neighbor that lives nearby the body was found, she told police that her name is Marie Gordon, she's a student at Hudson University."

"Well at least we know her name. But lets try and find our suspect." Elliot said to his colleagues, "There's a surveillance camera across the street where she was dumped. CSU retrieved footage of Marie being walked home by this unknown man."

The watch the short footage on video and watches the victim being walked home by a guy that looked as old as her. The two share a hug and walks away. They detectives tried watching the other footage from the cams to see if he returns later. But after fast-forwarding through six hours, they do not see him again. They went back and froze to where his face was visible.

"Okay. Two of you go out to Hudson and see if anyone can identify him." Cragen ordered them, "Fin, you get the autopsy results."

"Got it, captain." Fin responds, grabbing his coat and went out.

Meanwhile, at Hudson University, Elliot, Alex and Munch went all around the campus with a cam photo of their person of interest. From the students outside to the ones goofing off, none are able to identify the person in the photo. Alex continued asking students while the other two spoke to the teachers. For the past fifteen minutes, Alex stood in the hallway as they walked past, no one bothered to look and walked away. She stepped back and let out sighed but when she opened her eyes, she saw a person looking down at the photo from a distance.

Alex walked over to the young lady, who tried to walk away but Alex was determined to at least ask, "Excuse me? Could I have a moment of your time?"

"I don't want what you're selling." said the young woman.

Puzzled, she took out her badge and said, "I'm with the police. Does this person look familiar to you?"

Knowing now that she is an officer, she looked at the photo for a moment or two when she gave her answer, "I know that guy. His name is Suzaku. He's a law student."

"Is there any place where I can find him?" Alex asked her.

"Well he usually hangs out with Marie, but I think he's too good to be friends with that bitch."

"It's best to not speak ill of the dead. She was found dead yesterday."

The young woman was stunned by the news and instantly felt bad for what she just said. "Oh my god. Do you think he did it?"

"We're not sure, but we hope to clear him as a suspect."

"Good. Well he mostly goes to her dorm room around this time. You could catch him if you can."

"Thank you, miss." Alex smiled.

The young student gave her directions to her dorm which was not that far from where she was. In almost no time, Alex made her to the dorms. When she went searching for the dorm room, she hears what sounded like a lamp shattering nearby. She walked to her destination as the noise got louder as got closer. She tried to knock on the door but she heard what sounded like fighting.

Hearing that someone was in obvious distress, she took a few steps back and launching her foot towards the door, knocking it right open. Alex took out her gun and stormed in where she witnessing a gang of young men beating up another young man. Alex ran right into the midst of it, dragging one of them off.

In addition, Alex fired a warning shot up at the ceiling. Then she yelled, "Freeze! Nobody move or I will be forced to shoot." They stopped and backed away from the victim, who just so happened to be their person of interest.

"If none of you aren't out of here in ten seconds, then I will arrest each one of you." She threatened.

They laughed at her supposed threat which one of them commented, "You can't arrest all of us, lady."

"Just try and test me." she glared at them. The all looked around at each other and walked out before they dealt with her wrath. With them gone, Alex looked down at the partially beaten and bruised student and gave out her hand.

"Need some help getting up?" she asked him. He took her hand and with her assistance, got back on his feet.

"Thanks, officer." he thanked.

"No problem. Is your name Suzaku?"

"Suzaku Kururugi is my name. Why do you ask?" he inquired.

Alex took hold of his arm and told him, "I need you to come with me so we could ask you some questions." Although he had no idea what was going on, Suzaku cooperated with her and went with her. As they walked through the hallway, Alex hands him something to clean the blood off his face.

At the morgue, Detective Tutuola went to pick up the autopsy reports from their medical examiner. It seemed like it was an open and shut autopsy to him but for Melinda, it was a roller-coaster that she was not anticipating in any way.

"So how it's going, got the results?" Fin asked the exhausted medical examiner.

"Just came in." Melinda answered, tired as all hell.

"Why do you look like you haven't slept in days?"

"That's because I've been examining this body non-stop since it got here. I thought I'd be done in a matter of hours, but this has thrown me in different directions."

"Maybe you should rest." he told her.

"I will once I tell you what I uncovered." Melinda replied, "Her wounds are inconsistent with her death. Autopsy results reveal that she died of cardiac arrest."

"So she wasn't beaten to death. That I understand, but there is a chance she was killed some other way. Did you search for any cut veins or bullet wounds?"

"None that I found, but there's something else that I discovered." she told the detective, "She wasn't raped."

This news surprised the detective in a lot of ways. In which he exclaimed, "Excuse me?"

"I found no DNA, no signs of vaginal scaring, laceration or bruising. No indication that proves she was attacked at all."

"So you're saying that this could've been a mugging?"

"Didn't say that but possible. What I can tell you for certain is that someone did indeed kill her." Melinda took a hold of the victim's head and exposed her neck to the detective, "I found needle marks on her neck. She was injected with potassium chloride."

"What's that?"

"It is commonly used for lethal injections. The right dosage can cause cardiac arrest and eventually death."

Fin sighed deeply, as things continued to escalate into some unusual turns. Since he heard everything he needed to hear, he tells her, "Alright. I'll go inform my captain about this. Thanks, Melinda."

"You're welcome, Detective." She smiled.

Later that day, inside of the precinct, the detectives escorted Suzaku to the interrogation room where they intend to ask him questions, unaware that there were new developments in the investigation. Nonetheless, he sat quietly and patiently as he waited for someone to come right in. While the detectives were having a short conversation, they walked in. Elliot looked as if he was about to tear right into in and Alex was just there to keep him from killing him.

"So what can I do for you, detectives?" he said sincerely to the detectives.

Elliot wanted to laugh at what he thought was a fake gesture of kindness. Alex however, went on with business. "Can you tell us who this person is?"

She held the photo of the victim in front of his face, it didn't take long for Suzaku to answer, "Of course. That's Marie, my classmate. Why do you ask? Did something happen to her?"

"She was found beaten and raped outside her apartment building the other day." Alex told him. Suzaku was stunned to hear what had happened, but something didn't make any sense.

"Oh my god."

Now Elliot already disliked him and was not buying into his act – or so he thought. "Do you really think we are buying this crap? You know exactly what happened. " he exclaimed. Even though he did not particularly yell at him, the feelings were somewhat hostile.

"Excuse me, but what are you talking about" he asked him.

"We have video proof of you leaving the apartment the night she died."

Alex told him, showing him a picture of him via a surveillance camera, "This is you walking her straight to her apartment, the night before she was killed."

He took a look at the photo; with his back against the wall, he had to explain why he was there. "Look, I walk her home because she is afraid that something bad could happen. I only walk her to the building door, after that, I go home."

"How did you get home?" Elliot asked.

"Took an express back to Brooklyn." he answered, "I never got back until midnight."

"Is there anybody that could back up your story?"

"Yes. My roommate."

"Do you honestly think your roommate can back you up? How stupid do you think we are?"

"I'm not sure. Is that a rhetorical question or are you serious?"

"Look here," said Alex, who pulled up a chair next to him, "We're not pointing fingers, we're not assuming anything. Now, you were found coming in and out, why were you there?"

He looked down and told her, "I can't tell you, ma'am."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm afraid that these guys could come after me."

Elliot was curious by his words and inquired, "What are you so scared of?"

Since he was being a bit hostile towards Suzaku, Alex (who maintained a calm demeanor) told him, "Look, if you don't tell us something, then there is a chance you'll take the fall for this. Just tell me this, was Marie still alive when you left the apartment?"

"Yes. She was still alive."

"Did you see anyone suspicious walk into the building when you were entering or leaving?"

He thought about it for a second and replied, "Not sure. I didn't see anyone come in."

Alex and Elliot were both tired and they wanted answers – or even a confession. But things shifted when Captain Cragen walked in, telling his people, "Detectives, could I speak to you for a moment. It's very important."

They walk out to go see what their captain had for them. Alex asked off the bat, "Got any news for us?"

"Yes. Fin called with the autopsy results." Cragen reported to his detectives, "He said that she wasn't raped, she died from a injection of potassium chloride. In fact, John is currently running through the cameras to back up his alibi."

With this news, Elliot had a theory of what might have happened, "Well even though he likely didn't rape or kill her, he probably smacked her around some and she fought back."

"Nope. Not likely." Alex repelled his theory. Both were puzzled by her sudden objection.

"What do you mean, Alex?" he inquired.

"When I went to the victim's dorm room, I found several boys ganging up and beating the crap out of him until I stopped the altercation." she explained.

Jumping into their conversation was Sergeant Munch as he had picked up the surveillance photos of all subways that led to Brooklyn that evening. He walked up to them and gave them what he had retrieved, "Turns out, this guy's alibi checks out. Surveillance captured him taking a subway en route to Brooklyn the night before Marie Gordon was killed."

"So we got nothing on him?" Elliot again inquired. "So what do we do now, captain?"

The decision was clear and simple. And he told them, "If his alibi checks out then, let him go."

Suzaku still sat patently for the detectives to come right back. Despite Elliot's aggressive energy, he did not show any signs of fear.. He had a phone but didn't use it. He had many things he could've done to pass the time but chose not to. When Detective Cabot came back, she had some news for him.

"Suzaku Kururugi, you're free to go." she said. Suzaku showed a sign a relief that he had been let go.

"Wait? I wasn't under arrest?"

"Technically, no.

"Well to be honest, if you did get a confession, you wouldn't use it in court since I wasn't read my rights or had a attorney." he told the blonde detective, who already knew that, "But regardless of that, thank you, detective. If there is anything I can do to help catch her killer than I'd be glad too."

"Good to know. Watch your ass out there, kid."

Suzaku nodded and made his way out but something nearly crossed his mind in which he turned around, facing her once again. "I almost forgot. Thank you for saving my ass earlier."

"No problem. I'm just doing my job as usual." she smiled.

"Well if you like, I wanted to know if you wanted me to buy you a drink later tonight?"

"Are you asking me on a date? Right after you were just suspected of raping and killing a girl?"

Alex's suspicions caught Suzaku off-guard, slightly blushing a bit. That is when he said, "No, no... Not like that. I wanted to thank you for what you did. If it isn't too much trouble."

Putting it that way, it didn't sound all that bad. Especially if it was only a friendly drink. "Sure. I'll meet you tonight after work. Say... 10 o'clock."

"Great. See you then, detective." He walked out of the precinct with plenty of confidence. Though she didn't really want too, Alex smiled a bit as she watched him leave. In front of her colleagues, she received some mixed reception around the office, especially from Detective Stabler.

"That kid is quite charming, huh?" Elliot chuckled.

"Shut up, Stabler." she scowled.

"Pretty interesting to let that guy take you out for a drink. Date possibly?"

"It's not a date," said the blonde detective, "He just wants to thank me for helping him out the other day. I mean, it just a friendly night out. What do you think is gonna happen?"

End of Chapter One

Notice: This will be the first of four updates for all stories. Please be aware that this was not easy to come up with, as this story was supposed to go in another direction. Aside from that, this story needs lots of careful work so bare with me, If you enjoyed it so far, follow it or anything. That's all, thank you.