Ok, so this is a story based on a dream I had. I figured I outta give it a try.
I do NOT own Law and Order: SVU, Dick Wolf does :)
August 3rd
Detective Olivia Benson and her partner Detective Elliot Stabler had just finished their paperwork form their last case when Captain Cragan called them into his office. "Elliot! Olivia!" The two looked up simultaneously at their captain. He waved them into his office and explained the call he had just recieved. "There's a body down on 132nd street that just has SVU's name all over it. You two head over there and see what's up." The two nodded in agreement and headed out of his office.
"That's great" Elliot whispered under his breath. Neither of them had had a decent amount of sleep since their last case and a new one ment more investigating and even more paperwork.
"Beats staying home alone." Olivia chuckled. She knew her partner had been on edge lately. His wife Kathy, was filing for divorce, yet again, and his children rarely saw him, due to their parents' seperation. She had tried to persuade him into taking some tim off, to spend with his family, but being as stubborn as Elliot was, he refused. Olivia, on the other hand, had no family, ad there was currently no new man in her life, which ment pretty much every second of her day was spent at the recinct finishing cases and paperwork.
The two detectives got into their car and drove off.
The ride was quiet. Besides the deep breathing and small sighs, no noise escaped the two. Elliot pulled up to the aartment complex surrounded by flashing police sirens and squad cars. "Detective Stabler, SVU, this is my partner Detective Benson" he said referring to Olivia. The senior officer took the two upstairs to the crime scene.
"What do we have" Olivia asked pulling out a notepad and pen. "Neighbors called and complained about the noise." The officer pointed to a man in a tank top and pajama pants who was being questioned by another officer. "Name's James Herison. Said he came over to tell her to keep it quiet when he heard the shot. Man ran back to apartment and dialed 911."
The officer brought the two into the open bedroom where they found a half dressed ody. Elliot looked around the room, observing anything out of the ordinary. His gaze stopped on the officer's face, which was filled with horror and grief. "I think we have it from here." The officer nodded and quickly walked out of the room to get a breath of fresh air.
"She was strangled?" Olivia asked noticing the bruising around th victim's neck. "He held her down while he raped her." Olivia turned to see Melinda Warner, Medical Examiner, come into the room.
"The body is positive for fluids, along with the bed." Elliot walked up to the bed, examining the dead body. "Perp didn't know how to control himself. Do we have and ID?" Warner handed Elliot the victim's walled and he opened it to view her lisence. "Rachel Anderson, age 34."
"This much blood couldn't have been from the rape itself." Olivia stared at the body, trying to find other injuries on the victim. "That's what I thought, until-" Warner lifted the victim so the two could see the back of her head. "She was shot?" "Execution style, looks like a 22 calibar, but that's not all." Warner put the body back down and walked to the middle of the bedroom. "See the blood spatter on the ceiling. This indiates she was shot here." Olivia looked at the wall and traced a trail to the bed. "So our perp dragged her dead body to the bed."
"I'll have your DNA ready in a few hours, see if our perp is in the system." With that Melinda left the room, leaving Elliot to examine the blood spray on the ceiling, and Olivia to check the bed for any other surprises. "I'm going to question our neighbor, you stay and see if you can find our murder weapon." "Got it" Elliot replied as he lifted the sheets to check under the bed.
Olivia walked out of the room and headed to where the neighbor was standing outside the apartment door. "Mr. Herison, I'm Detective Benson." She flashed her badge to the man and continued her questioning. "What exactly happened?" she asked pulling out the same notepad from before. As Mr. Herison explained she wrote, listening for key details. "My wife called to complain about the noise. It sounded like screaming, I just thought she had her tv on too loud. When I came to ask her to turn it down, I heard a gun shot. I freaked out and ran back to my apartment, dialed 911." James looked at the floor and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Mr. Herison, do you know of anyone who would want to harm Rachel?" "No," he wiped his face on his t-shirt and stared at the floor. "Any boyfriends or any other people you saw that might be connected?" James thought for a moment, before he answered. "Her ex-boyfriend did come by once and say he would hurt her, I just thought he was drunk." "Does this ex-boyfriend have a name?" James looked up at Olivia and sighed. "Jeffrey Osborne." Olivia wrote his name in her notepad and closed it. She could tell that he was terrified and completely in shock, she had seen that look many times before. "Please, can I go back home, my wife and daughter are terrified." Olivia put her notepad back in her pocket and nodded. "Thank-you for your cooperation." She watched as he walked across the hallway and entered his apartment. When she was sure he was safe she walked back to the bedroom with Elliot.
"Any luck on the weapon?" Elliot shook his head. "He either trashed it somewhere else or was stupid enough to keep it." The two started to head out of the apartment when they heard what seemed to be yelling in the apartment next door.
Elliot stopped Olivia, just as a precaution. He always did this. Whenever there was a potential threat he became a little over-protective of his best friend. "El-" she began but he quieted her by placing his hand over her mouth. "Listen" he whispered. The two waited for a few minutes until they heard the pop of a gun being fired. The two instinctively reached for their guns and waited outside the door. When they didn't hear anything, they knew it was now or never. Elliot kicked the door down and entered the apartment, followed by Olivia and about ten other officers who reacted to the gun shot. "Elliot!" He turned to where his partner was kneeling. On the floor was a man, late 30s to early 40s. He had a gun shot to the head. Elliot kneeled down to check his puse. Nothing. He sighed, heavily, and put his gun away. "Son of a bitch." Olivia coped her partner's actions and put her gun back in it's holster.
"NO, STOP! STOP! HELP!" Olivia's head snapped up and turned toward the bedroom door. Likewise, Elliot's head shot up and his eyes focused on the closed door. There was no way in hell he was about to have a third victim. The two rushed to the door, guns already in hand. Elliot kicked the door down without hesitation. Inside was a girl, laying under a man. By the looks of it, he was trying to rape her. The rage, that had been building up inside him, finally showed as Elliot ran and tackled the man, who just so happened to have his fly open, exposing himself to the girl and two detectives. Olivia put her gun away and ran to the girl's aid. She closed her shirt and covered her up. Olivia looked up at Elliot but something on the floor caught her eye. She grabbed the pen out of her pocket and used it to pick up the gun. Olivia looked up at her partner who was punching the man, just to show him who was boss. "Elliot!" she yelled, forcing him to stop. Elliot knew beating the man was taking things to the extreme but he was so angry he didn't care at the moment. If it weren't for his partner stopping him, he would've beat the guy to death. Elliot looked up and saw Olivia holding the gun that fell from the man's pocket. "Look at that" Olivia said as she placed the gun in an evidence bag, "22 calibar. Same weapon that killed Rachel." Elliot picked up the cuffed man by his shirt and zipped up his pants. "You son of a bitch!" Elliot dragged the struggling man out of the room while reading him his Miranda Rights.
Olivia turned back to the crying girl. She had blood flowing down her face from a cut on her forehead. Olivia tried to hold it closed until a bus came, but the girl flinched and began to cry harder. Knowing fully well how rape victims would feel after an attack, she tried to reassure the young girl that she was there to help.
"It's ok. I'm the police. I'm here to help." Olivia watched as the girl continued to cry, but was caught by surprise when she leaned int her and continued to cry. Not knowing what to do, Olivia wrapped her arms around the teen, not minding that the girl's blood was staining her shirt.
"It's ok" she continued to coo, "No one's going to hurt you now."
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