Disclaimer: I do not own Chris Meloni (oh how I wish! :-~) All Law and Order: SVU chars are property of Dick Wolf. Bridget and her situation are mine.
This is my first L&O: SVU fic, so please be gentle. Constructive criticism is always welcome. J
"Hello, Mr… err Detective Stabler"
"Hi Bridget... it's okay. You can call me Elliot. Are you Maureen's new friend?"
"Yes Sir. We have Chemistry together. I tutor her."
Elliot let his eyes rake over the 17 year old girl in front of him. She was a real beauty. Long red hair, dark eyes, high cheek bones, firm little titties... where did THAT come from, he thought. I must just be tired. Yeah tired is what I am.
"Well Bridget I've had a long day. I'm going to tell the girls goodnight and then get to bed. You get there yourself, you hear?"
Elliot began his nightly ritual of kissing the kids goodnight. He was thankful every night that he was home to do it. He had began to become very mechanical when away from his work, though. Just kind of going through the motions, which suddenly became incredibly evident when he kissed Bridget goodnight. Flustered, he apologized and went to bed. Well, after he took care of something that he hadn't had to in a long time.
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Elliot stumbled in the kitchen looking for something to drink. This was the first night he'd been home in a while and he couldn't sleep. One of the 'perks' of the job, he guessed. Whatever. It made him even more tired than when he started. He opened his eyes a bit wider at seeing Bridget at his kitchen table clad in only a nightshirt, and some, he didn't really look for it; it was just evident, soaked panties. He looked at her and cleared his throat.
"Bridget, a-are you all right? Bridg, are you... masturbating?" he whispered.
She jumped up out of the kitchen chair with a yelp. He could smell her sex from there. He wondered why she was getting so red. God, her nipples were sticking out of the fabric of the thin night shirt.
"Detective..." she breathed, as he had caught her beginning to climax. Her face was beginning to turn beet red. "I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was up. God. This is so embarrassing. I'll just go to bed." She walked past him, her cum soaked hand brushing by him.
"Bridget?" he called quietly.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Who were you thinking of? You looked so aroused and comfortable."
"You.", she answered simply, and walked out of the room and into the hall.
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"There is just something odd about her Kathy! I just don't really want her influencing Maureen. She doesn't seem quite right."
"You didn't seem to have a problem with her the other night, you were practically drooling over her" Kathy uttered with a sigh.
"I was not!" he cried indignantly. "You believe I'd actually think like that? Seeing all that I've seen?!"
"I know Elliot, I'm just... You're never home anymore and it makes me wonder. That's all."
"I would love nothing more than to be home with you and the kids" he said, pulling her into an embrace. "But both you and I know that sometimes my job has to come first, and right now is one of those times. Remember that I love you, Kathy".
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"De-detective S-Stabler? Is-is he here, right now? I-I need to speak to him. Now please" A girl with tangled hair and what looked to be a forming black eye stuttered to Detective Munch as soon as she stumbled into the SVU offices.
"Sure honey, are you all right, do we need to take you to the hospital? What happened? -Elliot! Get your lazy ass out here, NOW!" he called.
"Wha-WHAT?! What in the world? Bridget? What happened? Are you all right? What's going on?"
"We already went over that, and she wouldn't tell me", Munch muttered.
Elliot led the stunned girl into his office. "Bridg? What's happened? I can't do anything unless you tell me what's going on."
"I was raped. A-a boy from school. He's wanted me to "play" all year and I finally told him in no uncertain terms to "piss off". He told me that I'd "get mine". He ambushed me and then knocked me out. He bound me to the bed and had his way with me. God, I hate being like I am. If I wasn't it wouldn't have lead to this, damnit!"
"Don't. This is in no way your fault, do you understand me? Now, I don't know "how you are", but I know that no one is responsible for their own rape. Do you understand me?"
"Yes... Sir..." she let the words trail off with unspoken meaning.
"Ah, so you enjoyed being tied to the bed, did you not?"
She nodded. "Have you been to the hospital, showered, anything like that?"
"No. I'm not that ignorant. I came straight here. He probably knows that too. Damnit."
"We're taking you to the hospital, we can talk on the way, and then you can give a formal statement when we get back."
"We?" she asked quietly. "Who's 'we'?"
"My partner Olivia and I", he answered.
"Can the man go instead? I don't trust women. They think just because they're women that they know how a rape feels. You can't. Not unless you've been through it yourself, has she been raped?"
"No."
"Then I want the first man. At least I don't think he'd try to be 'fake understanding'. Elliot laughed at that. Munch... anything other than sarcastic. Interesting.
"C'mon Munch, we're taking Bridg here up to the hospital for a rape kit and prints, the works." he called grabbing his coat off the rack.
"Huh, what? Why isn't Olivia going with you?"
"Lady wants you to come with me; I say we grant her that."
John picked up his coat and followed suit.
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The M.E. looked at her notes. "There was definitely a forced entry. And not just to the vaginal opening either, we have us a--
"Sodomy?" he asked.
"Yes and forced oral from the scratches in her throat."
"Do we have DNA?"
"Heaps of it. This guy just wanted to do her good and didn't know or didn't care if he got caught. We have blood and semen and hair, a candy store."
"All right. May I go in and see her? She's a friend of Maureen's", he stated.
"Sure, I'll have these reports in the morning."
"Thanks." He went to go visit Bridget.
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"How're you feeling?" Elliot asked, sitting on the bed beside her.
"I'm all right, mainly angry at myself. Hey, where's 'rude hateful man'?"
He laughed, "You mean Munch?"
"Munch? His name's Munch?" she snorted. "I'm sure he was so screwed in high school".
"Yeah he was; girls thought he was quite good at his namesake." John said amusedly walking into the room.
"Hi!" she smiled brightly at him for a second before dropping her mouth into a scowl.
"Hi. I'm John -- well you already know my last name. One question: why did you want me to come instead of Elliot's partner Olivia? Needless to say this is a rather unorthodox partnership. I'm quite curious."
"I don't trust women. I've been molested before, and most women cops that work in units like this think that they "know how I feel" because they are female also. They don't. No one can know unless they've been through it. His partner hasn't, so I would have preferred a male. I just have more trust in them, ironically." She turned away from the questioning looks on the mens faces. "I think I want to be left alone now to collect my thoughts. I'll give my formal statement here later today. I'll be around when they let me out of here. Oh, here's a name: Darren Dain. That's the perp. He has a crush on Maureen, so you'd better watch out. See you two later. And Mr. Munch -- thank you for coming down here. I felt safer knowing that I had you and Elliot here."
Elliot?, John mouthed.
We'll talk about it later, he mouthed back.