Disclaimer of anything recognizable! I.E., the characters b/c obviously it is owned by Dick Wolf and its creators.
A/N… Sorry to those who read my previous stories, Lifeless Love and Loveless Love, I deleted them. My Original intent was to delete everything off of here that I could, since I cannot delete my account. Then I wasn't going to get back on. EVER. It didn't last very long before I had the urge to write again. I have improved my writing a bit if you remember how awful my grammar used to be. So I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think.
This was eighth night in a row she'd been up with a screaming baby. She was tired and this caused her to lose focus at work.
Olivia did her best to rock the baby back to sleep, but the baby kept screaming. She couldn't take it anymore so she slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweater and put the baby in her car seat. She secured the baby and propped up the bottle before taking a drive around the city.
The baby quieted down and this gave her time to think. She was tired all the time, but she loved her daughter, Sophia Grace Benson. She had a head full of light brown hair and the biggest, greenish blue eyes you'd ever seen. All her life she wanted a baby and that's what she got, just not under the circumstances she had hoped for. An upside was that she traded her classic for a Toyota Corolla, a car she was very much content with.
Her phone rang and pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Hello?" She quietly says as to not disturb the baby.
"Liv we got a case." Nick says sounding half asleep.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." She mutters as she glances to the baby in the back.
"What was that?" he questions.
"Nothing. Where is it?" she makes a U-turn back to her apartment.
"Jersey."
"What the fuck?" she says a little too loud. Young Sophia began to stir in the back. "We don't have jurisdiction out there." she whispers into the phone.
"Sorry to bother you this early in the morning, but apparently your card was shoved into the victim's mouth and your name was carved into their back with a scorching hot wire hanger. We're working with them on this case."
"Oh my god." She looks over at the clock, 4:26 a.m. "Give me an hour or two. Are you there already?"
"Bright eyed and bushy tailed."
"See you when I get there." She hangs up and makes a call.
After a few rings she finally answers. "Olivia do you know what time it is?"
"Yes and I'm sorry to wake you, but I have this case all the way out in Jersey and I need to know if you can watch Sophie for me up until around lunch time, then I'll take her to her Daycare center."
She yawns. "That's fine, but I can watch her for the entire day."
"Tracy, are you sure? You have Ty and Olivia."
"Ty has school and it won't be too much of a hassle with Olivia and the baby. We're family. I got you girl."
"Thanks Trace." She truly was because the whole parenting scene was a lot harder then she had originally thought.
She hung up the phone and pulled into the building's parking garage.
When they were inside the apartment Olivia left her sleeping daughter in the car seat and prepared her bag. Once finished she got showered and ready for work.
Olivia drooped off Sophia at her sister-in-law's and took the drive to New Jersey.
"What do we got?" She asks walking up to her partner.
"Veronica Venceino is our vic. Thirty-four years old. Half black and half Puerto Rican. Your card was shoved in her mouth and pink zebra print tape covered her mouth. Your name was carved onto her back with a hang wire. She was drenched in bleach from head to toe, nails cut to the tip and head shaved. Clothes and hair were burned in that trashcan over there they were splattered with bleach too. Warner thinks he used Lysol as an accelerant. He lit it up then used it to speed up the process."
"How does she know he used Lysol?" She quirks an eyebrow.
"Uhh, the bottle was found not too far from the trashcan. Right there to be exact." He points out with his pen. She nods her head and continues to take notes.
"Time of death?"
"Around two three hours ago. The carving on her back is fresh. It was still bleeding when we got here."
"Anything else?" she looks up from her pad and tucks a stray strand behind her ear.
"Yeah. Cragen says to head to Jersey SVU when we're done here."
"He say as to why." She gives him a questioningly look as she does her best to stifle a yawn.
"It's their territory."
She simply looks down at the now covered body and nods.
When they finally leave the crime scene it's already 6:39 a.m. They sit in the precinct comparing notes.
Amaro describes his take on the crime and each of the detectives in the room eyes are on him. Olivia stares, trying so hard not to fall asleep. She props her head up on one arm and before she knows it two.
Her eyes droop and everything goes black.
"Liv. Liv?"
"Huh." She shakes off the sleep as embarrassment flows through her.
"Are you with us?" Amaro cocks his head to the side.
"Yeah. I'm sorry."
"Okay." He flashes a smile of understanding. When Zara was first born she'd keep them up all night and they'd rotate, but Liv, her situation was much different. "How 'bout we take a coffee break? We all look like we could use one." He earns a few nods in agreement. The group disperses and Nick walks up to Olivia.
"Liv, why don't you go home and take a few hours to sleep, eat, shower, then come back."
She was in no state to argue, so, she simply nods. "Okay."
A/N I'm from a small city in Florida, so if I make a mistake PLEASE let me know. I'm not familiar with the big city lifestyle. I'm Southern, I have the twang and all. Lol. I think this was a pretty good start, but I want to know what you think. Review!
P.S. In case any of you were confused with me saying Sophie. It's basically her nickname for Sophia.