A/N: This is what happens when you let me watch Bad Blood. Enjoy. And nothing is mine.
Everyone else is gone and he should be, too. Kathy won't be happy that he's this late again. Not only will he have missed dinner, but the kids will all be in bed, tucked in by their mother again. He tries to push the picture of her tucking them in out of his head. There's something else he has to do.
"Hey, Munch. What was with you and my partner before?"
Munch doesn't even look up from his desk. "Nothing."
Elliot smiles and leans back in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. "C'mon, John."
Munch leans back as well, and both detectives are lit only by their desk lamps. "You're the ever intrepid detective. You figure it out."
"The smile fades. "This have something to do with her mother's rape?"
John is quiet, fixing his gaze on the younger detective.
Elliot shakes his head. "What are you doing, John? She doesn't like getting special treatment about it."
"She's not."
Elliot looks at John. "What are you doing then?"
He's quiet. "I have a friend, over at the 55. Had him pull the Benson file."
"That what you gave her before?"
John nods. "That father comment I made yesterday..." He looks down to a spot somewhere between his lap and his desk. "Buddy owed me a favor." After a moment, he shut down his computer, stood and grabbed his coat off the rack. "See ya tomorrow."
"See ya," Elliot responds distractedly. He's staring at his own spot on the floor, thinking about his partner and John and what John did for her. Looking at his own desk, he shuts off his own computer and grabs his own coat and heads out the door without a glance back. Time for him to do something for someone.