"NIGHTMARES"
Law & Order SVU/CI fanfiction By Boom
Title: "Nightmares" Author: Boom boomboom93@juno.com Spoilers: No particular episodes, just Bobby-and-Olivia 'shipping stuff Rating: R and NC-17, as you like it Keywords: Olivia Benson/Bobby Goren Summary: As a cop killer is loose in New York City, two detectives come to a new relationship. Disclaimer: Most of these guys (Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Fin Tutuola, John Munch, Don Cragen) belong to those guys over at the big NBC place. Bobby Goren is pretty much on his own. Notes: The very first Olivia Benson/Bobby Goren 'shipping.
THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE NYPD
CHAPTER ONE West 57th Street Tuesday, January 12
"No, Tommy!" Sandy shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat. It was freezing out here, and she had told him "no" like twenty times. She just wanted to go home. He was cute, but not that cute.
"Come on, Sandy.It's only a weekend. Vegas, hah? You an' me, hah? Harold won't even know you're gone!"
Sandy sighed. "I already-wait. What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Shh!"
"Ah, I don't hear nothin'."
Sandy hesitated as they passed by an alley between a stereo store and an Italian bakery, both places closed up tight. It was nine-forty-five. Sandy froze, not sure what she was hearing. Maybe it was nothing. No. It was a low, moaning, whining noise. It had a.bubbling.sound. Maybe it was a cat. Or a junkie.
Sandy stopped. Then she looked. Then she started screaming.
*****
Cop lights. Ambulance lights. TV lights. Yellow crime-scene tape. Steam from grates. A pack of neighbors and dog-walkers watching the cops work.
Fin and Munch were already at the scene, questioning the two kids when Elliot and I got there. I flashed my shield at the uniform.
"Benson, SVU," I said.
"Damn, Detective," the young cop said, shaking his head. His eyes were wide with horror. "This.is bad. It's really bad." He was very young. He looked on the verge of tears.
Stabler met my eyes. He nodded. He would talk to the rookie.
"Hey," said Fin. He was dressed for the street in his ratty old army jacket and faded jeans. His eyes were angry and sad under his watch cap. Munch looked like Munch always looked-like a Jewish undertaker, his face set in a sarcastic frown.
"Rookie said it's bad?"
"Female patrol officer," Fin said. "Raped, beaten, slashed, left for dead."
"A cop? Aw, hell." I turned my gaze toward the alley. Ten feet in, all I could see were the backs of the EMT's as they worked over the vic.
"I'll go," I said, tucking my hands into my pockets. Sometimes I hated this. I always hated this.
She was lying in a pool of her own blood. The blood was fresh, shiny black against the pavement.
"Olivia," said the female EMT. She moved fast to get in an IV line, while her partner bagged the woman. In. Out. In. Out. She wasn't breathing on her own.
"She can't talk now," the EMT said, and they loaded her onto the stretcher.
"I'm going with you," I said, following them to the ambulance.
Forty minutes later, I waited outside the ER until the docs came to tell me if the cop would live or die.
Elliot appeared beside me and gave me a soft pop on the arm.
"So?"
"She's still unconscious. It's gonna be touch and go. She was raped bad.six ways from Sunday. Perp beat her face in. Her skull is fractured. And he cut her some, too."
Elliot shook his head. "She's young," he said. "Two years on the job. Name's Anne MacBride. She never pulled her piece. It was still there. So were her badge and a diamond crucifix." Elliot fiddled with his notebook. He hated this as much as I did, maybe more. His usually handsome face was drawn with outrage. "CSU found blood on the wall behind her. Perp smashed her head into the bricks."
"He took his time with her. No witnesses at all?"
"Munch and Fin are canvassing with a couple of uniforms."
"Where was her partner?"
"Dinner break at a diner around the corner."
"And MacBride was in the alley? Doesn't make sense."
"Well, we-"
The doors to the ER slammed open. A tired-looking nurse came toward us. "Detectives," she said, shaking her head.
"Damn," I breathed.
Law & Order SVU/CI fanfiction By Boom
Title: "Nightmares" Author: Boom boomboom93@juno.com Spoilers: No particular episodes, just Bobby-and-Olivia 'shipping stuff Rating: R and NC-17, as you like it Keywords: Olivia Benson/Bobby Goren Summary: As a cop killer is loose in New York City, two detectives come to a new relationship. Disclaimer: Most of these guys (Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Fin Tutuola, John Munch, Don Cragen) belong to those guys over at the big NBC place. Bobby Goren is pretty much on his own. Notes: The very first Olivia Benson/Bobby Goren 'shipping.
THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE NYPD
CHAPTER ONE West 57th Street Tuesday, January 12
"No, Tommy!" Sandy shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat. It was freezing out here, and she had told him "no" like twenty times. She just wanted to go home. He was cute, but not that cute.
"Come on, Sandy.It's only a weekend. Vegas, hah? You an' me, hah? Harold won't even know you're gone!"
Sandy sighed. "I already-wait. What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Shh!"
"Ah, I don't hear nothin'."
Sandy hesitated as they passed by an alley between a stereo store and an Italian bakery, both places closed up tight. It was nine-forty-five. Sandy froze, not sure what she was hearing. Maybe it was nothing. No. It was a low, moaning, whining noise. It had a.bubbling.sound. Maybe it was a cat. Or a junkie.
Sandy stopped. Then she looked. Then she started screaming.
*****
Cop lights. Ambulance lights. TV lights. Yellow crime-scene tape. Steam from grates. A pack of neighbors and dog-walkers watching the cops work.
Fin and Munch were already at the scene, questioning the two kids when Elliot and I got there. I flashed my shield at the uniform.
"Benson, SVU," I said.
"Damn, Detective," the young cop said, shaking his head. His eyes were wide with horror. "This.is bad. It's really bad." He was very young. He looked on the verge of tears.
Stabler met my eyes. He nodded. He would talk to the rookie.
"Hey," said Fin. He was dressed for the street in his ratty old army jacket and faded jeans. His eyes were angry and sad under his watch cap. Munch looked like Munch always looked-like a Jewish undertaker, his face set in a sarcastic frown.
"Rookie said it's bad?"
"Female patrol officer," Fin said. "Raped, beaten, slashed, left for dead."
"A cop? Aw, hell." I turned my gaze toward the alley. Ten feet in, all I could see were the backs of the EMT's as they worked over the vic.
"I'll go," I said, tucking my hands into my pockets. Sometimes I hated this. I always hated this.
She was lying in a pool of her own blood. The blood was fresh, shiny black against the pavement.
"Olivia," said the female EMT. She moved fast to get in an IV line, while her partner bagged the woman. In. Out. In. Out. She wasn't breathing on her own.
"She can't talk now," the EMT said, and they loaded her onto the stretcher.
"I'm going with you," I said, following them to the ambulance.
Forty minutes later, I waited outside the ER until the docs came to tell me if the cop would live or die.
Elliot appeared beside me and gave me a soft pop on the arm.
"So?"
"She's still unconscious. It's gonna be touch and go. She was raped bad.six ways from Sunday. Perp beat her face in. Her skull is fractured. And he cut her some, too."
Elliot shook his head. "She's young," he said. "Two years on the job. Name's Anne MacBride. She never pulled her piece. It was still there. So were her badge and a diamond crucifix." Elliot fiddled with his notebook. He hated this as much as I did, maybe more. His usually handsome face was drawn with outrage. "CSU found blood on the wall behind her. Perp smashed her head into the bricks."
"He took his time with her. No witnesses at all?"
"Munch and Fin are canvassing with a couple of uniforms."
"Where was her partner?"
"Dinner break at a diner around the corner."
"And MacBride was in the alley? Doesn't make sense."
"Well, we-"
The doors to the ER slammed open. A tired-looking nurse came toward us. "Detectives," she said, shaking her head.
"Damn," I breathed.