I don't know if this will be any good, I don't normally write for SVU. The idea came to me while my friend was telling all about this thing she has for one of our teachers. The way she told it, it sounded pretty serious and not just any old crush. So I decided to write this. Though she isn't in THIS situation, but oh well. :-)

The call came in at around half 5 in the evening. It was from a worried mother, who had found out from her son that her daughter was involved with her Art teacher at school.

Munch and Fin were already out on a case, so Elliot and I picked it up and headed round to the house in Queens. Naturally, Elliot got into the driver's seat. It was just what came naturally to us. I didn't mind though. It gave me a chance to sit back and prepare myself for what kind of horrors our next case would bring.

I didn't think this case should be so bad. Sure, it was illegal and really quite disgusting in my opinion, it should have been quite easy. We just needed to get either a confession, or to find some evidence in a classroom or the girl's house that there was a relationship going on. There shouldn't have been any carnage, or too much damage done to anyone. Or so I hoped.

I glanced round at my partner as we got stopped at lights. There was another reason that I didn't mind him driving. I got to study him, to really observe him. I think that he realised I would stare at him during every trip we made, but I don't think that he really minded, or I'm sure he would have said something. It was by doing this that I had first realised he had a bit of a temper. It had been a few months since I had started working with him, and now I think about it, it was really quite strange, but he hadn't lost it with anyone yet. There we were, in the car on the way to a scene, where some poor girl had been raped and then murdered, and taxi cab had cut right in-front of us, and nearly made us crash. Elliot had beeped the horn loudly and shouted something.

I had got a scare and jumped, but he'd apologised and given me one of those cheeky grins that very rarely graced his face. I think that might have been the moment I realised that I was attracted to him, because I had got a funny feeling in my stomach, and I couldn't stop smiling all the way to the scene, which was pretty weird considering what had happened to the girl and what we were going there to do.

At the house in Queenx, the flustered mother answered, and she ushered us inside. She sat us down on the couch, and we began to question her.

"So, um, Mrs...Kent, is it?" Elliot asked.

"Yes, yes," she nodded. "Anna Kent."

The woman was tall, about the same height as me. She had long, straight black hair, and a pair of very larger, very piercing blue eyes. She was slim, and she looked as if she had been rushed off her feet, although beneath the worry and exhaustion you could see that she was a good-looking woman.

"So, tell us what's going on Mrs Kent," I studied her as Elliot began to make some notes.

"Oh, hang on. I'll call my son down," the woman nodded. "Joshua!! Come down here!! There are detectives here about Megan!!"

There was some thumping feet, and a moment later, a tall, well-built young man came thundering down the stairs. He looked at the stage where he was about to start getting really tall and skinny and spotty, like your stereo-typical teenage boy. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, with ripped knees, a big hooded jumper, big clumpy shoes and a hat. He looked like skater-kid, like one of those kids that would almost run you over with his board and just laugh. For this very reason, I didn't paritcularly like him.

"What?" he asked.

"Joshua, this is Detectve Stabler and Detective Benson. They're here about Megan," she said. "Sit down."

The boy nodded and sat beside his mother, eyeing up the two strangers sitting opposite him.

"So, Joshua, why don't you tell us what you told your Mom," Elliot said.

He looked to his Mom, who nodded, so he sighed and began. "I was walking past Megan's room, when I heard her on the phone. She's usually talking to her best friend, Stephanie, so I listen in just to bug her. She wasn't talking to Stephanie this time, she was talking to someone different. I heard her say 'Fraser' a few times, and then I heard her tell him that she had to go, and then she came out beat me up. She must have heard me outside"

"Okay," Elliot nodded, glancing at me, letting out a soft sigh. I knew he was thinking the same thing as me. We were on the same wave-length 99.9 of the time, and I enjoyed that.

"Uh, Joshua, how can you be sure that she was talking to her teacher?"I asked warily. I thought that maybe this kid was lying, or twisting the truth just to get his sister into trouble, or to embarrass her, or just simply for a sick joke. I had seen many a kid brother try to do that.

"Well, he's called Fraser," Joshua shrugged. "And anyway, I already know she has a crush on him."

"Alright, Mrs Kent, what school does Megan go to?" Elliot looked at Mrs Kent.

"The same one as Joshua," she replied. "It's just a few blocks from here."

"Okay, well, we'll go and speak to Megan first, and then we'll speak to this teacher," I nodded. "What's his last name?"

"Uh, I'm not too sure," Joshua replied. "He only came here about a year ago. He's Scottish. I don't have him, so I don't know."

I know this chapter is short and not very good, but it was just to establish things. Please read and review to tell me what you think. It will depend on the feedback I get if I continue for much longer or not.