A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic. It's going to be a chapter story, so please review. No flames, I beg, but I would love input!
By the way, this is post the episode screwed. Possible E/O, depends.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but thanks for reminding me. You ruined my day.
Olivia and Elliot reached the crime scene. It was right off the shores of the Hudson River near one of the boating docks. They got out of the car and headed towards the police officers. Ducking under the yellow tape, Olivia reached a uniform. She flashed her badge.
"Hi. Detectives Benson and Stabler," she said pointing to her partner. "What we got?"
"We got a call from dispatcher. Fisherman found him while pulling his boat in this morning. This is what we got so far. He's a 14 year old boy. Had his backpack with him. ID says Roger Cleine at WP High School."
The two detectives walked over to the crime scene while putting on white gloves. Warner was just closing her coroner's kit. As they saw the body, Elliot's eyebrows furrowed. The boy had brown hair. He was laid in a position on his back with his arms crossed across his chest. His eyes were closed, and they couldn't see any blood. Olivia looked over at Elliot.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothin'. I just don't know if I'm up to dealing with a kid case right now." Olivia's eyes widened a little bit, and they both turned back to the boy. Olivia walked over and knelt down next to him, looking at Warner.
"What do you know?"
Warner looked over at her. "Looks like he died from strangulation." She put her hands where the boy's neck was. "His windpipe was crushed, so I would say the perp used some kind of pipe or small object and pinned him to the ground. I also found fluids. I'll run a rape kit. I would say he was killed at maybe three or four this morning," Warner paused.
"Sad way to die," she continued. "The perp was looking straight into his eyes when he died. I would say it was personal."
Olivia kept her eyes on the boy. She was not in the mood for this kind of case. She was still waiting for her final evaluation from IAB, and that morning, Cragen had dropped the news on the squad that he was also waiting on information of whether he would lose his command, but he wouldn't give details. Elliot had hardly said a word since Kathleen's arrest. Fin had taken the week off, while John was trying to get more information off of the new detective, Chester Lake. John had a feeling that this new guy might take over his job.
Everybody either had a crisis or an overtired persona. This case of a poor 14 year old boy was the last thing she needed. Suddenly, Warner pulled her out of her thoughts.
"What's going on with Elliot?" Olivia turned her head around to see Elliot in the exact same position, staring at the boy. Olivia sighed and turned back to Warner.
"It's been a long couple of weeks," Olivia said. Warner looked back down at the body and nodded. She closed her kit and stood up. Olivia stood up too.
Warner smiled. "I'll get these to the lab as quickly as I can. I'll call you when the results come in."
"Thanks." Olivia replied, while taking off the latex gloves. She turned back and walked towards Elliot. As she approached Elliot snapped out of it, and they both walked towards the car.
"What did Warner get?" he sighed.
"Poor kid was strangled, trachea crushed. She found fluids. She said she would call us when she got results."
Elliot stared straight ahead. He felt so tired and confused. Olivia looked over at him as she got to the passenger door of the car.
"El," she said over the roof of the car. "Are you gonna be okay with this case?"
Elliot pinned her with a stare. "I know how to do my job."
Olivia didn't want to argue. "Okay. Sorry, just making sure." They both grunted and frowned as they entered the car.
