A/N: I don't own any of the "Law&Order" characters and I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.
This is a case!fic, written much like the episode. It will be a three shot: first chapter the intro, second chapter the investigation, third chapter the trial. I like to imagine this being the premiere episode of season twenty one. It takes place in 2010.
~The following story is fictional and it does not depict any actual person or an event.~
In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police, who investigate crimes, and the distric attorneys, who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories.
Amy sighed as she walked back into her house, closing and locking the door behind. She had a light brown coat on and was holding a grocery bag in her hand, filled with mostly cheese and some bagels.
"Billy, I'm home!", she called out, a small smile on her face. But nobody answered.
She walked into the kitchen, her coat still on, and began putting the groceries into the refrigerator. "I know that you're in a bad mood, but come on, mom's home." She tried to sound cheerful. "I'm going to make you a great lunch."
She closed the refrigerator door and walked back into the hallway, a concerned look appearing on her face as she took her coat off. "Billy?", she called out again, putting the coat on the near by coat wreck. Still nothing.
She stopped for a moment, listening attentively. Nothing.
She started walking towards her son's room, feeling herself shiver. "Billy?"
She knocked at the door. Nothing.
Another knock. "Billy?" He didn't answer.
She sighed and wrapped her hand around the door knob, taking a moment to reconsider her decision before pulling the door open. It was unlocked.
She widened her eyes at the sight, her jaw growing slack. Her face turned pale as she screamed, her whole body writhing in terror.
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M.E. kneeled on the floor near the victim's body. The victim in question was a Caucasian boy of a smaller build, with short black hair and black eyes. There was a small pool of blood formed on the floor around his head. His eyes were wide opened, dull and lifeless, his skin pale. There was a rope wrapped tightly around his neck. A blood stained rock laid on the floor near by. Bernard sighed, taking a look at the broken window near by about the time M.E. began her summation.
"Billy Morgan, fifteen", she exclaimed. "The body is still warm. He was murdered two hours ago tops. The wound on the back of his head is nasty, but judging by the petechial hemorrhage and bruises on his neck, the real cause of death is ligature strangulation."
Lupo sighed. "Nasty."
M.E. sighed as she looked back down at the body. "No other apparent injuries, no signs of a sexual assault." She started the lifting parts of Billy's T-shirt up, revealing brown and purple spots. "But there are a few older bruises on his arms and torso. I have to look closely into that. I will know more after the autopsy. There are also some new ones, possibly caused by an unsuccessful CPR."
Lupo and Bernard exchanged a look.
"What do you think? A burglary gone wrong?", Lupo suggested.
Bernard looked around. "Nothing appears to be stolen. Except for the victim's phone and laptop. But older bruises could be a sign of a domestic violence."
Lupo groaned. "Mom claims she found him this way when she came back home from the store. We may have to take that with a grain of salt."
Bernard sighed and took another look at the body.
~OPENING ROLES AND CREDITS~