All right FanFiction! Let me present my first attempt at a story. I apologize now for any and all inconsistencies, mistakes, incorrect medical/legal terms or occurrences, and SVU protocols/formalities that I butcher. Please don't be hard on me. This in an EO and will have some insidious villainy along the way- let me know what you think!
aaaaannnd - I own NOTHING!
Chapter 1:
The door burst open upon impact with Detective Stabler's foot, his hands waving a gun. "Police!" He yelled into the room.
"Whoa, whoa!" A man exclaims, springing up from behind his computer where he had previously been working, "What's this all about? I already-"
"Yeah, you already nothing!" Stabler rebuked, "We're finished with your lies, hands behind your back!"
Olivia Benson strolled casually in the background, confirmed in her assurance that Clooney would go easily despite Elliot's insistence on another gun slinging entrance.
"See, what'd I tell you?" Olivia chided him, "just another routine arrest."
"Yeah, well, you never know with these guys, one minute he's telling us he's never seen the girl, the next we've got a camera reel of him reeling her in here."
"All right, all right, point taken. Still, I don't know how I feel about the whole thing, you know, Clooney calling the cops just as we showed up at his doorstep." Olivia had been puzzled about the circumstances at first, but the evidence had piled up, and with a powerhouse like Elliot Stabler driving at the matter it wasn't long before doors were bashed down.
"Sure, Clooney was just trying to frame it as a frame up, we've seen it a hundred times. Nothing new. Besides, if it wasn't for his damn sweet-talking we wouldn't have had the pain of a return trip.
That was true. The police had been alerted to the rape after an anonymous tip that reported screaming from his apartment, and yet as soon as the police arrived they found Clooney unnerved, himself on the phone with 9-11, reporting the same crime, as if he had just walked in on it. Clooney was so adamant that the police let him remain at home that night under surveillance while they investigated further, until reviewing the recordings of the apartment complex video cameras which clearly portrayed a hooded man dragging in a young resistant woman an hour prior to the emergency phone calls. "Get him back in here." Cragen had ordered.
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"Elliot, I'm still worried about this case," Olivia intimated to her partner across radio airspace while the jury was in deliberation. "I've been listening to Clooney's testimony and either he's the most innocent man I've ever seen or one hell of a liar, and I mean-"
"Oo-liv-ia…" Elliot droned. "Are you still dragging out the Lamarck case? We've got a fresh victim in another case and her rapist isn't just going to sit around enjoying a cup of coffee while you joy-ride through the federal courthouses!"
"Elliot! I'm concerned about imprisoning an innocent man!"
"Well, from the way I see it, girl beaten and tied up to a bed doesn't add up to innocence."
"Fine, Detective," Olivia responded, indignant at having her instincts side swiped by Elliot's obstinate attitude once again, although he did have a strong point. "What's the progress on the Bentley case?"
"You still know as much as we do, Fin is tracking down a lead right now and we're waiting to hear back from the lab."
"All right, I'll call you when I'm leaving here," Olivia replied curtly, realizing her conversation had almost made her miss the verdict.
"And how does the jury find…?" recited the judge's voice.
"We the people find the defendant… Guilty."
The word seemed to sting Olivia's ears, but not as much as the resultant cry it aroused from Clooney.
"Err—no!" He screamed. "This isn't right, I didn't do it! I didn't do anything to deserve this, this isn't right! No-no!" He writhed about but policemen restrained him and herded him out of the room while Olivia stood looking. Her ears were trained to detect the tone of a lie but there was something that made her think twice about Clooney...
A man dressed in black rudely collided with Olivia in his haste out of the courtroom, jerking Olivia from her concerned reverie. She blinked her eyes and followed in his wake.
Well, right or wrong, there was no more reason to belabor this case, thought Olivia. Like so many other cases and decisions made in the field, she would just have to move on. Besides, she had the ongoing issue of her conflicting feelings about Elliot to resolve, and that would take more than enough of her effort.
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"All right, what's the news," Olivia began, strolling into the office only to have her arm hooked by Elliot's hand and lead right out again.
"New lead, Munch and Fin are out so that leaves us, come on, let's go."
Hurrying to keep up Olivia asked, "What's the lead, Elliot?"
"Lab results came back with a discernible thumb print on the girl's handbag. Tommy Young's the name, Delancy Street. All right, come on buddy," Elliot said impatiently, gesturing to a car that was turning in front of them but trying to be polite and let them walk first. "As if it would be easier for you to stop your car, than for me to stop walking, and in this traffic. Moron!"
Olivia smiled, she knew this was just Elliot's brash manner, besides; maybe he was still upset about the Lamarck case. "El," she began, "I'm sorry about the Lamarck case, I was just really concerned about it." She didn't fully believe what she was saying, but thought she could alleviate some tension by explaining. What else were they going to talk about during the car ride?
"Yeah, well, it's fine I guess."
"I wasn't as concerned about Clooney's innocence as I was about what it meant. If he was telling the truth then that means the real rapist is still out there. I know I was being petty but at least you can understand that."
"You're right, Liv," Elliot replied, after thinking to himself for a moment. Elliot was hard headed and hot handed on the outside, and never gave a lot of thought to his actions in the short run, but whenever he was able to sit still for a minute his gentler side surfaced. It was this aspect of Detective Stabler that Olivia had gotten to know in the years working with him, the hidden Elliot that few others ever witnessed.
"You're right, Liv," Elliot repeated. "I know I get caught up sometimes, and I really can't help it. But when I stop to think about what I'm really doing here, I remember what it is we're all fighting for, and, yeah, yeah, I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time earlier, I know you were just trying to do your job as well."
Even though his words were softer his face still had that Stablerite characteristic hardness.
The squad car pulled up to 142 Delancy Street, and the two agents embarked up the stone steps. It was a chilly and overcast morning.
"What do you say I have the first go at the door this time?" Olivia solicited.
"Be my guest, just don't go in spraying bullets."
"Right, as if that's what I'm going to do," Olivia replied sarcastically. "All right, ready?" Olivia rapped the door, "Police, Tommy Young, we have a warrant for your arrest, open the door now!"
Silence, and then they heard some scuffling.
"See, they don't all go so easily," Elliot said, his foot forcibly removing the door from its hinges. "Police!" He bellowed.
The pair rushed into the apartment, fanning to the left and right expertly. They wound their way around, Olivia proceeding through the kitchen and Elliot through the living room into a bedroom when Elliot heard a shuffle of footsteps and a slam in the next room. Turning to see a figure darting across a mirror he rushed forward only to slam into Olivia, which send them both toppling to the ground. By the time they had reestablished themselves and Elliot realized the reflection he had seen had been of Olivia, the perp's escape through the fire exit had been guaranteed.
"Damnit!" he cried, looking down twelve flights of cascading metallic stairs to see a small figure darting around the corner of the building. "Olivia, if you…" he started, but finished by simply storming out of the room.
Olivia stood there for a moment before following. There was no way he was going to blame this on me, she thought. "Elliot!" She called after him. However, to her astonishment, by the time she stepped out into the air she meet not only a fresh shower of rain drops but the chugging exhaust of Elliot's car as he sped away, without her.
"Well, I guess I'll just search the apartment by myself then." Olivia said, at the end of her patience. As she reentered the building her eye caught something red appearing down the sidewalk. No way, the perp wouldn't return this quickly, Olivia thought. She had caught a glimpse of him before barreling into Elliot earlier, and he was wearing red…
Slam! "Not so fast buddy!" Olivia ordered, menacingly. By his cautious approach this was clearly Young. "You are under arrest for the rape of Lisa Bentley," Olivia said, handcuffing him.
"All right, all right, you've got me!" Tommy moaned. Man, this was surely going to be a surprise for 'ol Elliot, walking in with Tommy cuffed and confessing like this, Olivia mused happily.
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"He got away before we could get a good look at him!" Elliot blurted.
"And you decided that trying to chase a man with a five minute head start was better than searching his apartment?" Cragen upbraided, incredulously. "And where, exactly, is Detective Benson?"
"She…" Elliot began but was interrupted as the Detective herself proudly strolled in leading a spasmodic Tommy Young into the office.
"No need for a cat fight fellas, I've got Mr. Tommy right here for you!"
"You- what?" Elliot said. "How the-"
"Hm. Excellent, at least one of you can do your job. Olivia, holding," Cragen said, motioning to the interrogation cells nearby, and then, "You, my office," in reference to the fuming Elliot.
Olivia was the only one who vocalized a response.
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As the day came to a close with the Bentley case wrapping up and the uncertainty surrounding the Lamarck conviction forgotten Elliot approached Olivia's desk.
"Liv, I'm sorry about earlier today. Well, all of it. I talked to Cragen for a while and he told me it would be a good idea to just admit I've been having some trouble at home, and its put me on edge lately. I'm sorry to have been so moody and irritable." He started to turn away, "oh, and good work on catching Young today."
"Thanks, El," she said, and then "Goodnight" as he walked away. It seemed like he wanted to be alone and this was one of his 'let me apologize you don't need to respond' moments, so she just let it go at that. Having some trouble at home, she thought, what could be the matter? Kathy had been gone for some time now, and as far as she knew all his kids were doing fine in school. Olivia wondered what he could have been referring to.
"Hey, Benson!" Casey Novak's voice called to her. "Still here this late?"
"Yes, you as well I see."
"Yeah, just finishing the paperwork on Bentley. Hey, what do you say we go and get some drinks somewhere? You look like you could use some R and R."
"You know, sure." Olivia replied, relieved actually, realizing now that she was emotionally exhausted from the long day.
NEXT: Casey and Olivia gossip with each other over drinks, and have a surprise visitor. mas reviews por favor!