A/N: Hey everyone, this is going to be O/E as most of you "out of the box"
thinkers supposed. Enjoy and review, all comments and suggestions are
accepted as usual. Sorry bout the mild language at the end and for the mis
spellings I have; spell check isn't working :(.
-Kermie
Life started early as usual; a quarter to five in the morning. He started off his routine with a quick shower, shave, and putting on his trademark suit and matching tie. He grabbed his badge from the night stand as well as putting on his watch.
After completing his routine he kissed Kathy on the cheek. Her face became acute, her eyebrows in an angry arch as she pushed him away. Elliot reluctantly pulled himself together and watched as she turned to her other side, moaning "goodbye Elliot."
He started to reminisce when he first wed her. She was pregnant at the time with Maureen, and he just returned from the marines. Their nuptials were great, complete with family and friends. They were the perfect couple......all smiles. Their honeymoon was blissful, apart from the fact that they weren't doing the things most couples do on their honeymoon; because she was pregnant. The years to come were filled with happiness and three more kids. He would get up in the morning, and kiss her on the forehead. Instead of resisting she kissed back. Now she barely said a word to him, never mind show affection. What had gone wrong, would remain a mystery to him.
He had been working at the SVU for about five years now. He saw the gruesome crimes that shaped the career he chose. Everyday he dealed with rape, murder, abuse, etc. Kathy got used to the late nights, the sympathy drinks with Olivia. When he came home she was asleep, when she got up, he was gone. Their marriage and relationship had come to a head; like a pimple that wouldn't go away.
Elliot left downstairs to find a tired Kathleen in the kitchen pouring orange juice into a glass and drinking it down. She was wearing a tight pink tee shirt with a denim skirt.
"Little cold for that don't you think?", he asked.
"Not really.....", she replied. She grabbed her bookbag and her coat and told him, "I'll be in the car." Elliot turned off all the lights and locked the door. Kathleen was sitting in the car with the egnition running. Elliot got into the front seat and was greeted with the sound of rap music. He stared at Kathleen to let her know to turn it off or turn it down, but she ignored his request.
"Kathleen c......", he began. She took it as a warning and turned it off before he could finish. Elliot took off until he reached the corner of where her school was.
"Daddy, stop here!", she warned him. He stopped and stared at the crowd of people about ten yeards away from them. She thanked him, and he leaned in for a kiss goodbye. She dodged his farwell and wished him goodbye. He waited until she got to the crowd of people. He drove off thinking about the time Maureen was like that; it was a phase.
About ten minutes later he reached the precinct. Munch and Fin were inside and were talking to Olivia about a rape case. Elliot began to wonder if the only reason he came to work was to see his friends. They greeted each other with "hellos" and "what's up?'s" until Cragen gave them their assignments.
Olivia and Elliot were paired together as usual. They went down to the house of a rape victim to interrogate her. They asked her the usual questions, "who?", "what?", "when?", "where?", and "how?", before conforting her fears. They were finished before they knew it, and called Fin and Munch about the suspect. He was in custody a few minutes later.
It was a quiet February afternoon unlike any other. Elliot couldn't remember a time when the precinct was a quiet place, or where no one was coming in with an assault charge.
"So, what do we do now captain?", Elliot asked.
"There's nothing here for you to do Elliot. How 'bout you guys just go home and I'll give you a shout if anything comes up.", Cragen suggested.
"Good idea.", Olivia answered and everyone else agreed. Olivia asked Elliot for a ride home.
"Isn't this great; going home at four o'clock?", she asked him.
"Better believe it.....", he answered. Olivia could sense that he wasn't himself. The way he talked, walked, even looked suggested that things weren't good at home. She proposed a get together to lighten his spirits.
"Um.....do you want to go for a drink later?", she asked.
"I doubt it....I have to help the twins with homework", he lied. She could tell he was just trying to avoid a good time. She just shrugged and said, "Ok." He smiled at her as he got to the front entrance of her apartment building. She wished him good bye as she closed the door. He beeped the horn as he drove away. Going to work was the easy part, coming home was the hard.
He pulled into the driveway, the mini van parked, which meant she was home. "Surprise, surprise.", he said as he opened the door. No response came. He walked down stairs to the laundry room, thinking she was there, but no sign of her. Rushing upstairs, he found the bedroom door open and Kathy was on the phone.
".........I miss you too.......Oh yea?.......Hmmm hmmm, well we'll have to wait until no one here is home, or I could just go over there......Yea, he doesn't come home until late.....I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to fool around.", she spoke in a romantic tone. Elliot was furious and knocked on the door. She turned around and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.
"El....what are you....", she began nervously. Elliot was the angriest he had ever been.
"Who the hell was that?", he inquired furiously. "Who are you fuckin' Kath, huh!?"
"Elliot, you have the....", she answered. She started to tear as she tried to explain. He walked over to her.
"Shut up! What are you doing to me?", he asked.
"I'm sorry...", she said as she tried to grab his hand.
"You're sorry!?!", he answered yelling but at the same time pulling his hand away. "WHO IS THE BASTARD THAT'S NAILING MY WIFE!?"
"No...."
"Kath.....", he stopped. He turned around and left rampaging down the stairs. She followed in pursuit. He grabbed his coat and got into the car. She was standing on the driveway balling as well as yelling. He ignored her pleas of forgiveness and drove off. He past the gas station where Kathleen worked part time after school. He pulled into a dead in street and cooled himself off. Taking out his wallet he examined his wedding photo. It always seemed to stand as his safety; his rock. He noticed that the happy couple in the photo were now raving lunatics that bit each other's neck off every time they spoke. He started to cry as he realized that his life had produced four kids and a broken marriage, but as he shed a tear he realized that crying wouldn't save it. He sat alone in silence for a while and finally told himself, "It was coming.....It was coming."
He picked up his cell phone, and waited until the dial tone produced a familiar voice.
"Are you still up for that drink?", he offered. He realized that at that moment the head that the pimple created had gone away in an instant, representing the estrangement he had with Kathy. He drove back down to the city, where he let go and released his anger to that one person who would actually listen.
*So what did you think? R+R Please!*
-Kermie
Life started early as usual; a quarter to five in the morning. He started off his routine with a quick shower, shave, and putting on his trademark suit and matching tie. He grabbed his badge from the night stand as well as putting on his watch.
After completing his routine he kissed Kathy on the cheek. Her face became acute, her eyebrows in an angry arch as she pushed him away. Elliot reluctantly pulled himself together and watched as she turned to her other side, moaning "goodbye Elliot."
He started to reminisce when he first wed her. She was pregnant at the time with Maureen, and he just returned from the marines. Their nuptials were great, complete with family and friends. They were the perfect couple......all smiles. Their honeymoon was blissful, apart from the fact that they weren't doing the things most couples do on their honeymoon; because she was pregnant. The years to come were filled with happiness and three more kids. He would get up in the morning, and kiss her on the forehead. Instead of resisting she kissed back. Now she barely said a word to him, never mind show affection. What had gone wrong, would remain a mystery to him.
He had been working at the SVU for about five years now. He saw the gruesome crimes that shaped the career he chose. Everyday he dealed with rape, murder, abuse, etc. Kathy got used to the late nights, the sympathy drinks with Olivia. When he came home she was asleep, when she got up, he was gone. Their marriage and relationship had come to a head; like a pimple that wouldn't go away.
Elliot left downstairs to find a tired Kathleen in the kitchen pouring orange juice into a glass and drinking it down. She was wearing a tight pink tee shirt with a denim skirt.
"Little cold for that don't you think?", he asked.
"Not really.....", she replied. She grabbed her bookbag and her coat and told him, "I'll be in the car." Elliot turned off all the lights and locked the door. Kathleen was sitting in the car with the egnition running. Elliot got into the front seat and was greeted with the sound of rap music. He stared at Kathleen to let her know to turn it off or turn it down, but she ignored his request.
"Kathleen c......", he began. She took it as a warning and turned it off before he could finish. Elliot took off until he reached the corner of where her school was.
"Daddy, stop here!", she warned him. He stopped and stared at the crowd of people about ten yeards away from them. She thanked him, and he leaned in for a kiss goodbye. She dodged his farwell and wished him goodbye. He waited until she got to the crowd of people. He drove off thinking about the time Maureen was like that; it was a phase.
About ten minutes later he reached the precinct. Munch and Fin were inside and were talking to Olivia about a rape case. Elliot began to wonder if the only reason he came to work was to see his friends. They greeted each other with "hellos" and "what's up?'s" until Cragen gave them their assignments.
Olivia and Elliot were paired together as usual. They went down to the house of a rape victim to interrogate her. They asked her the usual questions, "who?", "what?", "when?", "where?", and "how?", before conforting her fears. They were finished before they knew it, and called Fin and Munch about the suspect. He was in custody a few minutes later.
It was a quiet February afternoon unlike any other. Elliot couldn't remember a time when the precinct was a quiet place, or where no one was coming in with an assault charge.
"So, what do we do now captain?", Elliot asked.
"There's nothing here for you to do Elliot. How 'bout you guys just go home and I'll give you a shout if anything comes up.", Cragen suggested.
"Good idea.", Olivia answered and everyone else agreed. Olivia asked Elliot for a ride home.
"Isn't this great; going home at four o'clock?", she asked him.
"Better believe it.....", he answered. Olivia could sense that he wasn't himself. The way he talked, walked, even looked suggested that things weren't good at home. She proposed a get together to lighten his spirits.
"Um.....do you want to go for a drink later?", she asked.
"I doubt it....I have to help the twins with homework", he lied. She could tell he was just trying to avoid a good time. She just shrugged and said, "Ok." He smiled at her as he got to the front entrance of her apartment building. She wished him good bye as she closed the door. He beeped the horn as he drove away. Going to work was the easy part, coming home was the hard.
He pulled into the driveway, the mini van parked, which meant she was home. "Surprise, surprise.", he said as he opened the door. No response came. He walked down stairs to the laundry room, thinking she was there, but no sign of her. Rushing upstairs, he found the bedroom door open and Kathy was on the phone.
".........I miss you too.......Oh yea?.......Hmmm hmmm, well we'll have to wait until no one here is home, or I could just go over there......Yea, he doesn't come home until late.....I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to fool around.", she spoke in a romantic tone. Elliot was furious and knocked on the door. She turned around and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.
"El....what are you....", she began nervously. Elliot was the angriest he had ever been.
"Who the hell was that?", he inquired furiously. "Who are you fuckin' Kath, huh!?"
"Elliot, you have the....", she answered. She started to tear as she tried to explain. He walked over to her.
"Shut up! What are you doing to me?", he asked.
"I'm sorry...", she said as she tried to grab his hand.
"You're sorry!?!", he answered yelling but at the same time pulling his hand away. "WHO IS THE BASTARD THAT'S NAILING MY WIFE!?"
"No...."
"Kath.....", he stopped. He turned around and left rampaging down the stairs. She followed in pursuit. He grabbed his coat and got into the car. She was standing on the driveway balling as well as yelling. He ignored her pleas of forgiveness and drove off. He past the gas station where Kathleen worked part time after school. He pulled into a dead in street and cooled himself off. Taking out his wallet he examined his wedding photo. It always seemed to stand as his safety; his rock. He noticed that the happy couple in the photo were now raving lunatics that bit each other's neck off every time they spoke. He started to cry as he realized that his life had produced four kids and a broken marriage, but as he shed a tear he realized that crying wouldn't save it. He sat alone in silence for a while and finally told himself, "It was coming.....It was coming."
He picked up his cell phone, and waited until the dial tone produced a familiar voice.
"Are you still up for that drink?", he offered. He realized that at that moment the head that the pimple created had gone away in an instant, representing the estrangement he had with Kathy. He drove back down to the city, where he let go and released his anger to that one person who would actually listen.
*So what did you think? R+R Please!*