Bet you all weren't expecting me to return! Lol, yes everyone. xoxo-EOForever-xoxo, now CeilingFanCumberbatch, is back! Why you may ask? Well, let me explain.
So, Fanfiction was something I used heavily when I was in junior high school and I loved writing my stories like Crash and the Nightmare Series back then, which both stories got well-reviewed here. I fell out of it when I started writing my own stories, but recently I found myself wanting to rewrite my Nightmare series after re-reading it here and cringing all the way (haha).
At first, I was just rewriting the series for myself, but seeing how much I've grown since junior high school (as a writer especially), I decided to bite the bullet and post the story here. The story is called Nightmare and it will combine all three stories: A Mother's Worst Nightmare, The Nightmare Lives On, and Time to Wake Up (The Nightmare Ends) with some new plot elements added in.
I'm keeping the old stories uploaded here so you all can take a look back (if you like) and see the similarities and differences (if you so choose).
The story takes place around Season 15-16ish, with some A/U moments here and there. Also right now it is Rated T, but will become Rated M later on. Also, there may be moments that might be Triggering. I'll leave trigger warnings on certain chapters if need be.
Finally, I am pretty ahead on the story, but I am always looking for people to collaborate with. If you like what you see and want to join in on the writing of this story, shoot me a message! Also if you have any questions, leave a review or message.
With that being said, I introduce to you: Nightmare! Enjoy and Review!
-J
Chapter 1:
'Hannah Strong. Age 15. Killed on June 3rd, 2016. Kidnapped on May 20th. Found attacked, raped, and shot in lower back, died from blood loss…'
Olivia Benson shuddered as she closed the case folder for Hannah Strong. Cases like this one always gave her the chills. This was the fourth girl in a string of murders that shook the Manhattan 16th Precinct SVU unit. First there was 14 year old Eloisa Beckett, next was 15 year old Georgie Lively, then 14 year old Allison Winters. Now poor Hannah Strong was to join them. Olivia could not imagine how Hannah's parents were feeling. Their little girl was dead. She hated having to deliver the news to them, but when you are a detective for the Special Victims Unit, it is something that happens often.
"Is that Hannah Strong's file?" Nick Amaro, Olivia's partner, asked. His desk was across from Olivia's so he was able to see Olivia's reaction as she read the paperwork inside the file.
"Yes it is," Olivia answered with a sigh. "The poor girl was supposed to graduate junior high school next week. She had a whole life ahead of her,"
"I agree. First Eloisa, then Georgie, then Allison, and now Hannah. I want to find the sick bastard who has been murdering them and give him a piece of my mind," Nick said, an angry bite in his voice. He was a father of two kids, a son and a daughter. If anything were to happen to them, he didn't know what he would do.
"The only question I have is why is this perp targeting 14 to 15 year old girls? It's starting to look like a pattern," Amanda Rollins, another detective in the SVU, spoke up. Nick and Olivia nodded, thinking. Amanda had a point. The first victim was 14, the second 15, the third 14, and now the fourth 15. It was really strange.
"I bring coffee that wasn't made by Munch!" Fin Tutuola called out as he entered the squad room, his ex-partner Sergeant John Munch following close behind.
"Ha ha, very funny," John grumbled and the detectives chuckled as Fin passed around tall cups of coffee to the other detectives.
"Say Liv, isn't it 3:30 right about now?" John mentioned to Liv, but before she could respond, a young girl entered the squad room. She had thick brown hair and brown eyes that sparkled in the sun. She was tall and lean and her skin was a pale pink. She looked around and had a huge smile on her face when she saw Olivia.
"Hey Mom!" the girl greeted as she hurried over and gave Olivia a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello my Rosalie," Olivia greeted back, a matching smile on her face.
Rosalie was Olivia's 14 year old daughter. Her father was someone who left Olivia before Rosalie was born so it was only the two of them together. Rosalie was a well raised, good girl who was on the gymnastics team at an all girl high school and a good student, making sure that her grades were in the A and B range in all of her classes. Olivia never had to worry about Rosalie getting into trouble since she was always focusing on her schoolwork and gymnastics. She was very proud of her now and will always be proud of her in the future.
"How was school?" Olivia asked Rosalie.
"School was fine. I had a bunch of tests today, but I feel that I did well on them," Rosalie responded cheerfully.
"Nerd!" John called from his desk.
"I heard that!" Rosalie laughed as she trotted over to the man who she fondly called Uncle Munch and gave him a hug. "How are you Uncle Munch?"
"I'm hanging in there, and you?"
"I'm doing alright!" Rosalie said happily. She made sure that each detective got a hug before returning to her mother's desk. "Got another case Mom?"
"Yes, but it is nothing for you to worry about. Why don't you head over to the cribs and get started on your homework?" Olivia offered, but Rosalie's smile seemed to falter a bit when she heard that.
"Can't I stay up here and work at your desk? I promise I won't be in the way!" Rosalie begged. She felt as if she just got here and she didn't want to be sent away to the cribs so soon.
Olivia opened her mouth to respond when Captain Cragen came out of his office. He oversaw all the detectives in the 16th Precinct and when he came out of his office, you knew there was something to be said.
"We might have a lead on the Hannah Strong case. Olivia, Nick, I'm sending you out. Amanda and Fin, I need you to re-interview Eloisa Beckett's parents. Munch, you're on standby. Are we clear?"
"Yes sir!" the detectives answered and soon they were ready to head out.
"Rosalie honey, go to the cribs, get started on your homework, I'll be back soon," Olivia said quickly and soon the four detectives were gone. Rosalie sighed dejectedly and picked up her backpack, making her way towards the cribs, when she heard,
"Ahem! What am I, chopped liver? Come keep me company!" John spoke up and Rosalie was more than happy to sit with him than to be alone in the cribs. She hurried over and sat by his desk, using Fin's chair as her own.
"What do you have to do for homework?" John questioned.
"Not much today. Just Math," Rosalie responded with an eye roll. Math was her least favorite subject.
"Math actually is not hard at all. There is a conspiracy where schools like to change the math curriculum every few years, decide that they've been teaching math all wrong, and pretend they've just invented something new. Math isn't supposed to be hard, but the schools make it to be that way," John rambled, diving into one of his many conspiracy theories.
"Well if it is coming from you, then it has to be true!" Rosalie joked, knowing that John was discussing one of his conspiracy theories again. She's learned to just let him ramble on, although sometimes, she was curious about some the conspiracies he would talk about.
"You know, you are the only person that will listen to my theories," John laughed. Rosalie laughed as well. She loved when she got to hang out with her Uncle Munch. He always listened to what she had to say and never sent her away like her mother did. He was the father she never had. She sighed, her smile falling and John picked that up right away.
"How are you really doing Munchkin?" John asked softly, using his nickname for her. Rosalie looked up at John and knew that she could talk to him about what was on her mind. She could never tell her Mom about what she was thinking about. She probably wouldn't listen.
"I feel that Mom keeps pushing me away, like she doesn't want me around. She tells me I need to start coming to the precinct after school, but when I get here, she sends me to cribs to do homework or does something to get me away from you guys. It is as if she doesn't want to see me, that I am almost…a burden," Rosalie admitted sadly. John understood completely what was going on.
When Rosalie was born, Olivia was the epitome of a 'perfect doting mother'. Her daughter came first for everything. As the years progressed and Rosalie got older though, the cases became harder and Olivia was needed more at the precinct. She loved her daughter more than anything in the world, but work became the top priority and it meant that Rosalie was pushed aside more often than she liked. Olivia did try to make it up to Rosalie by sending her to an expensive all girls high school and giving her all the gymnastics lessons she could ever want, but what Rosalie wanted the most was her Mom. John wished he could do something to make it better, but at the end of the day, he wasn't Olivia.
"Rosalie you aren't a burden, I'll tell you that right now. I'm sure your Mom doesn't push you away on purpose. We have a case right now that's really difficult involving girls your age and your Mom wants you here to make sure you're safe, but she is focusing on solving this case which is why she sends you to the cribs or somewhere else in the precinct. She wants you here so she knows you are safe,"
"I understand, but I feel like she'd rather have me at home than here. I honestly don't know what she wants from me or thinks of me,"
"Have you told your mom what you're feeling?"
"I want to, but I feel she won't understand or listen to me. She'll say, 'That's nice dear, now run along and do your homework!'" Rosalie crossed her arms and looked away. John moved closer to Rosalie and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Rosalie, look at me," John said in a serious tone. Rosalie slowly looked up and met his eyes. "Your mother loves you very much. You are her entire world and if anything were to happen to you, she would do anything to help you. She may not show it a lot, but believe me, I know it is true. She will listen to you if you tell her what's going on. If not, I will. You know you can always tell me anything,"
Rosalie nodded. She knew that her Uncle Munch would always be there for her. John smiled softly.
"Once this case is solved, everything will go back to normal again,"
"You promise?"
"I promise," John concluded sincerely. Rosalie stood up from her chair, leaned over, and gave John a hug. John held her close, knowing that this girl needed this hug at the moment.
"Thank you Uncle Munch," Rosalie whispered. "I love you,"
"I love you too Munchkin," John whispered back. Soon they pulled away and John said, "Now, let's knock this math out shall we? Show me what you know,"