Authors Notes - Starting a new fic when I've already got two on the go (and that's just for this fandom!) is probably a bit crazy, but this came to me when I was out walking the dog and wouldn't let go, so, in for a penny, in for a pound. First chapter is really short, but purposefully so - call it the pre title sequence teaser if you will! As I've said over and over again - I love feedback! :D Thanks for reading!

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The War At Home

By Fic Fairy

The brakes of Elliot Stabler's car screeched as he slammed them on, pulling up in front of his destination. He steeled himself momentarily, adrenalin coursing through his veins. Collars generally got his heart pumping, but this one, this one was something else entirely. Taking a deep breath he got out of the car, not bothering to lock it. There was no point. He wasn't planning on taking long, and the NYPD squad cars on either side of it would be deterrent enough. He moved towards the apartment building in front of him, where on the front steps John Munch was stood, obviously waiting for his arrival. As Elliot approached him, he put his arm across the door, barring his way,

"Elliot…"

Elliot understood the reasons why his SVU colleague was trying to slow him down; trying to stop him wading in all guns blazing. But although he understood, he wasn't taking heed. Not now, not today. He had to get inside.

"Move."

Munch made no attempt to do so, and Elliot didn't ask a second time, instead pushing the other man aside, with a violent shove and taking off into the building.

The lift was out of order, so he took the stairs, clattering up them furiously, his eye on the prize now. He could hear Munch's footsteps echoing after him but it didn't matter, he wouldn't catch him up now. With Elliot having both rage and adrenalin on his side, Munch didn't stand a chance.

When he reached his floor, he charged down the corridor, past the uniformed cop on the door and into the apartment, where he was pacing the floor in a dressing gown under the supervision of two more uniforms. Time stood still for a second as he registered Elliot's arrival, along with that of Munch a few seconds later.

"Finally!" He smiled at the two of them, riling Elliot further still which he hadn't actually thought was possible, "Would you two like to straighten this out? Tell these morons that they've got the wrong man. That I'm on the job." He waved his badge in their direction, "They don't seem to be paying no attention to this."

Elliot looked at him, his bloody boiling purely at the sight of him. He wanted to deck him, knock him into next week, make him suffer, but he knew better than to do so, he didn't want to do anything that might give the bastard a helping hand in court. Instead, he walked towards him and precisely and deliberately spat in his face. He didn't even bother waiting to watch him wipe the spittle away, just turned to Munch,

"Mirandize this scum, I'm not wasting my energy."

Munch stepped forward awkwardly, shrugging at the other man, "Sorry buddy." He reached for his arm and slapped on one cuff, then repeated it with the other. "Odafin Tutuola, I'm arresting you for the rape of Olivia Benson. You do not have to say anything…"

Elliot didn't hear the rest of the rights, he was already walking away.

His partner needed him.

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