I have been outta the writing thing, for a long while, so I will definitely try this again. Hopefully its good. Give me your best!
Disclaimer: I do not own, NBC does and so does Dick Wolf... (he's so lucky)
The sun shone through the window in his room, lighting up the mess he made the night before trying to make it to his bed. As soon as the light hit his eyes, he groaned and tried to cover his eyes. His body finally felt sleep leave him as he moved his arm from his eyes and opened them.
He stared at the ceiling and sighed a couple times, realizing that sleep wasn't going to be easy anymore today especially after the case that they just got off of.
For the past five days, the case hit hard when the child involved was suddenly murdered with her mother for telling the police about the attack from the husband.
The crime scene was so brutal that everyone drank that night and even cried. It was hard to imagine crying for Munch, Fin, Captain, and even 'BadAss' Benson. The physical destruction of the mother and daughter were enough to scare everyone.
Elliot sighed yet again, and then moved to get up. Putting his feet onto the carpet beneath his bed and getting into a standing position puts a pain into his head. The headache is enough to make him want to get back into bed but he doesn't. Instead he enters his adjoining bathroom and starts the shower.
Stepping in, he puts his head underneath the stream of water and his mind drifts. Drifts back to the case of Helen and Bianca Tillman. It's a case he never will forget, and will probably never go a day without thinking of.
Finishing his shower, he completed his task of getting dressed and grabbing all his belongings and left the apartment.
He arrived on the street and it was starting to lighten up. The day had barely started when he hailed the cab to take him to the 1-6 SVU precinct. He remained silent even when he arrived, handed the cabbie money, and walked upstairs to the bullpen on the fifth floor. Walking in, he saw only the captain sitting in his office. No one else was present and Elliot figured that because of the case and the fact that they were all drunk when they left the bar, that it would be awhile before anyone came in.
He sat down at his desk and looked over his files. He set to work, hoping to get some paperwork done early.
Three hours later
Elliot looked up and saw Munch walk through the door, his hat down and sunglasses on. A huge disposable coffee cup in his hand.
"Oh man, Stabler, how long have you been here?" Munch asked taking off his coat but leaving his hat and shades on, in the attempt to shield his eyes from the sunlight.
Elliot looked at the clock, "Going on three hours."
"Why?"
"Couldn't sleep well, so I came in to finish some paperwork, if I can't sleep, I might as well work."
"How can you focus right now?"
Elliot smiled and looked up at Munch who was rubbing his temples, "Because I didn't drink as much as you did."
He chuckled again, as Munch groaned and dropped his head onto his desk. Elliot shook his head, and saw Fin enter the bullpen. His attire was back to his attire when he first started at the SVU station. The baggy track suit was his claim that he didn't care how he looked at work on this day. He also wore shades in the attempt to conceal his hangover.
It was getting around to nine o clock and Elliot continued to look at the doors looking for Olivia.
He tried to continue his work but the worry for Olivia overtook his desire to work. He picked up his phone and sent a text.
El: Liv? Are you coming in today?
He let the text sit for more than ten minutes before he picked up the phone again, this time calling Olivia's number.
Her voicemail came after five rings and Elliot clicked his phone off. He looked to Munch and Fin, "Have either of you talked to Liv yet?"
Only grumbled no's came from the two hungover detectives. Elliot bit his lip, he didn't want to be nosy, or presumptuous but he was starting to get worried.
His phone rang and he saw Liv's name, "Oh Thank God." Pressing the button, "Liv?"
"This is not Olivia, however I do have her."
The voice was not normal, it sounded as if it was being changed.
"Where is Detective Benson?" Elliot stated quickly, and harshly causing Fin and Munch to look his way curiously.
"She is safe Detective Stabler, for now."
"Where is she?"
"Detective Olivia Benson is being held by me, in a place you will not be able to find. She is my prisoner and I will give her back to you if you do exactly what I say."
"Do not harm her in any way. I want her back. Where is she?"
"Tsk, Tsk detective, in time you will get her back."
The man suddenly hung up and Elliot was left to stare at the screen of his phone.
Fin chimed in quickly, "Stabler?"
"Someone has taken Olivia."
Fin stood and so did Munch, "What do you mean?"
"Detective Benson has been kidnapped." Elliot said, finally wiping the tear that had made its way down his cheek.
Oooh! Im sneaky, sneaky!