Title: A World Away
Author: Me
Feedback: Please!
Archiving: Please ask me before you put this anywhere and use my title and
use me as the author.
Characters: I'm going to use Benson, Munch, Fin, Stabler, Cragan and a lot
of the other regulars on the show. I'm also going to add a new character.
Spoilers: None
Rating: I'm thinking right now it's only a G, might change!
"In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories."
Olivia Benson was finally getting some much-needed sleep. When she drifted off into her dream world, things didn't seem so bad. Rapes and violence wore Olivia through. Even though she fronted as a tough cop, the job drained her and sometimes she even felt as if her heart and soul were also being drained out of her. BRRRING, BRRING. Olivia grabbed the pillow next to her and placed it over her head, "the phone would ring just as soon as I started to go to sleep." Olivia's voice sounded over the answering machine, "Hey! I can't get to the phone so leave me a message!" Beep! "Hey Liv, it's Elliot. We've got a hot case in the lower east side, if your there you need to pick up!" Olivia let out a small grunt as she reached for the cordless phone on her nightstand. "Benson." "Hey Liv, I guess you heard my message. We could really use your help in this one. A child was found in a dumpster near the Hill Street Bar, her mother was found about 5 feet from where the child was dropped, looks like she has some fluids on her." "Hill Street bar, that's right near my apartment, I'll be there in 10 minutes."
Olivia dizzily dragged herself to her feet and went to the kitchen to put on some coffee, and then hurried back to her room to put on the clothes she had left draped over her chair only 4 hours before. Olivia ran her fingers through her brown highlighted hair and rushed to the kitchen. The coffee hadn't finished making yet but Liv grabbed a coffee mug anyway and pulled the coffee tub out of its port. As she was pouring, SSSSS, the remaining coffee flowed onto the counter, Olivia replaced the tub and rushed out the door.
Lower East Side Hill Street Bar
2:30 A.M.
Olivia's car followed the flashing blue and red lights to the bar. She hopped out of her car and jogged feverishly across the street to the crime scene. She was met by her partner Elliot Stabler who led her through the crime scene, "none of the people in the bar heard or saw anything suspicious. But the bar keeper does remember serving someone that matches the victim's description, he doesn't remember her having a baby with her and she left by herself." The medical examiner, Melinda Warner, was knelt down over the body examining what looked like small pieces of cloth on the victim's arm. When she saw Elliot and Olivia approaching she stood up ready to present the case. "Our victim is short about 5'3 and blond. I've pulled a couple of fibers off the arms but we won't know more until I get her in a morgue."
Morgue 3:21 A.M.
Warner was waiting as Det. Tutuola and Det. Stabler stumbled into the bright morgue room. "What do we have?" Stabler asked, wishing he were Det. Benson. Olivia was aloud to go home after she had given her take on the crime scene. She had been aloud to go home because she had only gotten about two hours of sleep and she looked like she was about to pass out at the scene. "Okay well, the vic was sexually assaulted and beaten just as I had suspected at the scene. You see these lacerations on her face and to her lower abdomen? Well I found some paint chips in the cuts on her abdomen. I ran it through the computer and it is the paint that is commonly used on dumpsters like the one that was outside the bar where they found the baby. The bottom bracket on the dumpster was missing, we assume that was the murder weapon and since it was not found at the scene that the perp. took it with him or disposed of it in some way." Warner paused with a sympathetic and pitying look in her eyes, "if it wasn't enough that he raped and beat her he also slit her throat and both her wrists. This pervert was trying to make sure she was dead. I took a sample of her fingerprints, I should have gotten a match by now if there is going to be one." Warner sat down in a chair behind her and rolled over to her computer, she began to go through some extra data that was shown. As she finally got to the match her eyes widened. Stabler leaned over Warner, "what?" "The computer came up with a match, her name is Billie Lou Munch."
"In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories."
Olivia Benson was finally getting some much-needed sleep. When she drifted off into her dream world, things didn't seem so bad. Rapes and violence wore Olivia through. Even though she fronted as a tough cop, the job drained her and sometimes she even felt as if her heart and soul were also being drained out of her. BRRRING, BRRING. Olivia grabbed the pillow next to her and placed it over her head, "the phone would ring just as soon as I started to go to sleep." Olivia's voice sounded over the answering machine, "Hey! I can't get to the phone so leave me a message!" Beep! "Hey Liv, it's Elliot. We've got a hot case in the lower east side, if your there you need to pick up!" Olivia let out a small grunt as she reached for the cordless phone on her nightstand. "Benson." "Hey Liv, I guess you heard my message. We could really use your help in this one. A child was found in a dumpster near the Hill Street Bar, her mother was found about 5 feet from where the child was dropped, looks like she has some fluids on her." "Hill Street bar, that's right near my apartment, I'll be there in 10 minutes."
Olivia dizzily dragged herself to her feet and went to the kitchen to put on some coffee, and then hurried back to her room to put on the clothes she had left draped over her chair only 4 hours before. Olivia ran her fingers through her brown highlighted hair and rushed to the kitchen. The coffee hadn't finished making yet but Liv grabbed a coffee mug anyway and pulled the coffee tub out of its port. As she was pouring, SSSSS, the remaining coffee flowed onto the counter, Olivia replaced the tub and rushed out the door.
Lower East Side Hill Street Bar
2:30 A.M.
Olivia's car followed the flashing blue and red lights to the bar. She hopped out of her car and jogged feverishly across the street to the crime scene. She was met by her partner Elliot Stabler who led her through the crime scene, "none of the people in the bar heard or saw anything suspicious. But the bar keeper does remember serving someone that matches the victim's description, he doesn't remember her having a baby with her and she left by herself." The medical examiner, Melinda Warner, was knelt down over the body examining what looked like small pieces of cloth on the victim's arm. When she saw Elliot and Olivia approaching she stood up ready to present the case. "Our victim is short about 5'3 and blond. I've pulled a couple of fibers off the arms but we won't know more until I get her in a morgue."
Morgue 3:21 A.M.
Warner was waiting as Det. Tutuola and Det. Stabler stumbled into the bright morgue room. "What do we have?" Stabler asked, wishing he were Det. Benson. Olivia was aloud to go home after she had given her take on the crime scene. She had been aloud to go home because she had only gotten about two hours of sleep and she looked like she was about to pass out at the scene. "Okay well, the vic was sexually assaulted and beaten just as I had suspected at the scene. You see these lacerations on her face and to her lower abdomen? Well I found some paint chips in the cuts on her abdomen. I ran it through the computer and it is the paint that is commonly used on dumpsters like the one that was outside the bar where they found the baby. The bottom bracket on the dumpster was missing, we assume that was the murder weapon and since it was not found at the scene that the perp. took it with him or disposed of it in some way." Warner paused with a sympathetic and pitying look in her eyes, "if it wasn't enough that he raped and beat her he also slit her throat and both her wrists. This pervert was trying to make sure she was dead. I took a sample of her fingerprints, I should have gotten a match by now if there is going to be one." Warner sat down in a chair behind her and rolled over to her computer, she began to go through some extra data that was shown. As she finally got to the match her eyes widened. Stabler leaned over Warner, "what?" "The computer came up with a match, her name is Billie Lou Munch."