SVU: Fan scene

The seventeen year old suspect, Casey Turner stares at his hands as he taps his fingers on the desk in the interrogation room. Casey is a young handsome athlete, with dark black eyes and hair that is brush forward. Casey patiently waits to see why he is here. After a few more moments, detectives Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson enter the room.

Olivia has a file in her hand. "You know Casey, you made it pretty hard out there for me and my partner to find you. Do you usually run all five blocks when you see policemen or was that just for us?"

"Look, I needed to get back home my dad doesn't like my little sister being home alone," Casey responds coldly. "Someone needs to be there to watch her or she could get hurt."

Elliot rolls up his sleeves up before he folds his arms across his chest. "Your sister is fourteen years old. What trouble could she possibly get in?"

"She likes to snoop around things she shouldn't and she can get hurt," Casey replies. "Haven't you ever heard that curiously kill the cat?"

Detective Stabler takes a quick glance back and then refocuses on Casey. "Well I've heard of it, but it's not your sister's well being you're worry about? You're worry about her finding the pictures you took or maybe you know the rope you use to tie up the girls at your school with." Stabler leans against the mirror.

"You mean those sluts at my school." Casey leans forward, placing his hand over his chest. "They threw themselves at me and when I said I didn't want to have anything else to do with them they said they were going to set me up for rape." He bring his hand back down.

Olivia walks closer to the desk, opening the folder. She places four sets of pictures on the table. "Then you wouldn't mind explaining why four of them have rope burns would you tough guy?"

Casey looks down at the pictures. "They said they like it ruff." Casey brings his head up. "They're the ones who brought this stuff over to use."

"Then explain this." Olivia brings out three photos of three of the girls beat, having black eyes. "Three of the girls you claim threw themselves at you are lesbians so why would they want anything from you."

Casey looks straight into Olivia's eyes. "You never know what a person is now-a-days. One minute they're straight, next their gay, and then they become bi."

Olivia points to the pictures. "Yeah, these girls clearly stated they are into girls." Olivia turns to her partner. "Now what were the words they use, Elliot?"

Elliot pushes himself off the wall. "I believe it was not with stupid guys who couldn't get it up."

Casey stands up, slamming his hands on the desk. "That's a lie. I didn't have any trouble performing on those little bitches. You should have heard them screaming for more. They scratch up my back with their sick fantasies."

"Or did they scratch it up, trying to get you to let go of them?" Olivia questions.

Casey looks at both of them in turn. "Tell me, do you believe every slut that walks into this place and cries rape. Because I'm pretty sure you've wasted a lot of your time."

"Is that's how you think it works?" Olivia asks. "I bet in your little world every no means yes."

The door opens again to see the captain enter. Olivia and Elliot look over at him. "Elliot, I need to see you for a moment?" The captain leaves the room and the detective follows.

Olivia throws the file on the desk. She bends over the desk. "You told them that no one would believe a bitch like them."

"That's right, because I didn't do anything," Casey declares.

"You rape them and told them that you were giving them what every woman had to have a man that would treat them like a bitch," Olivia says strongly. "That's how you feel about all women isn't it?" The two have a cold stare off. "You think we're all bitches that need to be bent over so a man like you can give us exactly what we need."

"That's right," Casey answers. "Every bitch needs a dick."