AN: This is my first Law And Order: SVU fic so if it totally sucks go on and tell me. I really shouldn't be writing this right now cause well lets just say I've got too much to do right now anyway but I got bored so this is what came out of that boredom. Really hope you like it and please review.
"Detective Olivia Benson." a young woman said answering the phone. That was how she always answered the phone but this wasn't the normal call that she got. The caller was quite and from the sound they were having trouble breathing. "Hello?"
"…please…" the voice wheezed out before hanging up. The brunette looked at her receiver as if it had just prank called her.
"What's wrong Liv?" asked a tall male with brown hair. His light blue eyes searched her dark brown ones for an answer.
"I just got a call from someone and all they said was please."
"Well that would greatly disturb me too." the male said with a slight laugh.
"Elliot, it wasn't what they said, it was the way they said it. It was barely audible and it was very wheezy like someone had punctured their lungs."
"Olivia, you put way to much thinking into your phone calls." Elliot said to his partner. He smiled and offered to get her a coffee and then walked out to the break room and made two rather large coffees one black and one with two creams and one sugar.
"Elliot, what if someone needs help?"
"Then they'll call back like they always do Liv. Don't let this one call get to you. I'm sure if they needed help they'd called…" Elliot said getting disrupted by his phone ringing.
"Stabler." he said into the phone. His face lost all its color as he listened to a wheezing voice on the other end of the line. He mouthed the word 'trace' as he tried to hear something in the background. Olivia hurried to find someone to trace the call but when she got back Elliot was sitting with his head in his hands and the phone on the hook.
"Elliot?"
"Please. That's all they said. Captain we need to get a tap on these phones…they called back once maybe they'll call back again."
"That's not a bad idea but to be on the safe side I want every phone in this office tapped and I want them tapped now." Captain Cragen said as people scurried to and fro setting up taps all over the office. "Now all we can do is wait and hope that this person calls back. I want you two to take the call. They've already talked to you and heard your voice so maybe they'll say more than just please." Captain Cragen finished.
Minutes ticked by and still no call. Olivia and Elliot sat with their heads on their desks waiting for some sort of ring. As if on cue a phone rang.
"Who's is it?!" Elliot cried.
"It's yours!" Olivia said. Elliot looked down to see it was his and quickly picked up the phone.
"Stabler." he said and waited for the wheezing to start. This call was different, there was no wheezing or anybody saying please. There was however, a voice talking quickly and quietly.
"Help…she needs help…you have to come she's dying."
"Who? Who's dying? Who is this?"
"800 Brooklyn Ave." the voice said before hanging up the phone.
"Damn it!" Elliot said before quickly writing down the address. "Captain, we're going down to Brooklyn and see if this girl is where the caller says she is. Did we get a trace?"
"Yeah, you and Olivia go get the girl and Munch and Fin will go get the guy." he called from his office. Olivia grabbed her coat to fight the winter chill and rushed outside to the car.
"Do you think she's there?"
"I sure as hell hope so."
The drive over was quite and stiff. Elliot concentrated on the traffic and couldn't help but yell at anyone who was going too slow for him. This was the first time he'd felt this way about finding a victim and he wasn't sure if it was good thing. Snow was starting to fall and if they were going to find this girl they were going to have to do it fast before the storm that was inevitable made its premiere. They turned on the nearly deserted street and started driving down counting the numbers as they went. 200…320…360…430… 500…632…710…800, finally.
Jumping out Elliot and Olivia practically ran to the house and knocked on the door. An elderly woman came to the door and asked quite politely what they wanted. She had her graying hair tied back into a tight bun, one you might see on a dancer, and her clear blue eyes pierced through you like an ice storm.
"Yes ma'am we received a call that there was a young lady in trouble here. Would you mind if we had a look around?"
"Well, no, I've got nothing to hide." she said letting the two detectives in. "Would you like some cocoa? I've just made some and you two look frozen." she said politely. Leading them into the kitchen she informed them that they must have the wrong house, she and her son were the only residents.
"That being said ma'am we'd still like to look around your house." Olivia said accepting the cocoa. She turned and looked out the window raising the mug to her lips only to drop it as a horrid sight met her eyes. Elliot looked to where her eyes were glued and on cue the two of them rushed outside.
Elliot jumped on top of a man who was skillfully ascending the garden wall in an attempt to get away while Olivia went to the bloody body in the snow. Carefully she looked for a pulse.
"Elliot! She's still alive." Olivia cried pulling her jacket off and covering the girl who was wearing shorts and a tank top. "What's your name sweetie?" she asked the terrified child.
"Brooke Lynn Marie James." she said before she passed out. Olivia quickly called for an ambulance. Elliot cuffed the man to the swing set and then carefully picked the young girl up and headed back inside. The elderly woman ran to her closet and grabbed twenty or so blankets and gave them to the detectives to help keep the girl warm.
"What happened?" the paramedic asked when they got there and saw the state of the girl.
"Apparently this guy," Elliot said pointing to the attempted escapee cuffed next to him on the couch, "likes to beat up young girls and leave them to freeze to death in elderly women's backyards."
"Got a name?"
"Brooke Lynn Marie James." Olivia filled in. She looked at the young girl on the stretcher being loaded into the ambulance and rushed to Mercy hospital. Olivia looked over to the guy who'd done this and knew he deserved to be hit in the balls once or twice but fought the temptation away and led him to the car while reading him his rights.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law you have the right to an attorney if you cannot afford one will be appointed to you…" she said pushing his head down so he wouldn't hit it on the car, something else he deserved.
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