Author's Note: Hi! This is my first Law & Order: SVU fanfiction and I'm so excited about it. I decided to do a first person point of view between Elliot and Olivia. If you haven't already noticed, I'm a big E/O fan. (What can I say? They have great chemistry) I hope you enjoy reading this first chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As much as I love the show, none of the characters or anything that has to do with SVU belongs to me. All credit goes to Dick Wolf. (Lucky guy.)
Prologue
"Come on Jen! Live a little!" A young man called out to his girlfriend who was far behind him on rollerskates. The sun was just rising and the two decided to go skating before it got crowded with tourists and busy New Yorkers.
"I should've never agreed to these lessons, Jason!" The blonde woman replied. She was trying her best to keep up with her boyfriend and teacher without stumbling to the ground. Jason rolled over to her and took her by the arm for balance. "It's not that hard. You just have to focus. Want me to give you a small push and see if you can go from there?"
Hesitantly, the blonde nodded and he gently pushed her forward. Without the knowledge of stopping, Jen went faster and was announcing she couldn't stop. This resulted in her crashing into a bench and she let out a loud shriek.
"Jen! Are you alright?" Jason pulled off his helmet and went over to her. She was still bent over the top of the bench and touched her shoulder. There was no blood but her face was as pale as a ghost. She didn't take her eyes off of him but they only remained downward. Jason followed her gaze and gasped at the grousome discovery.
"Help me."
Chapter One: Elliot's Intro
Olivia entered the room with four coffees in the cardboard tray she was holding. She looked like she lost hours of sleep and she was obviously irritated. She sat down and ran her fingers through her hair. When she sat down, she looked up at me, and noticed I had a disgusted look on my face. It wasn't really disgusted it was more like, concerned and full of questions but obviously her sleepy head didn't take the time to process it. The responding look on her face said it all.
"Liv, what happened? You look.." I hesitated with the right adjective when I caught the death glare Olivia gave me. I stopped myself and took my coffee and to play it safe I looked down at my work but that didn't make the feel feeling the daggers Olivia was shooting at me with her eyes. Eventually, Olivia stopped and took her coffee,
"I just had...a hard time sleeping last night. No big deal." She slowly replied and began sorting through some papers that were left in a manilla folder. This wasn't the first time Olivia lost sleep. She looked like this every morning for a while. I'm beginning to worry about her.
"Again Liv?" Munch said walking up from behind me to obtain his coffee.
Olivia looked up at him, and furrowed her eyebrows, "What?" She asked as if she didn't already know the answer.
"You've looked this tired every morning for the past three days. Yesterday I caught you dozing off at your desk." He said and sipped from his cup. I raised an eyebrow. "It was a slow day! We had nothing to do so of course my boredom was putting me to sleep." Olivia protested. Munch just shrugged and walked off. Olivia sighed and returned to her work.
About twenty minutes of silence rolled by. The phone rang and I instinctively answered, "Stabler." I say firmly into the phone. "Alright, we're on our way." I hang up the phone and turn to tell Olivia what the case is. "Liv, there's-" Olivia was sleeping on her desk with her half empty coffee cup still in her hand. She was breathing steadily and obviously exhausted, of course everybody in the precinct knew she was pretty tired. As much as I wanted to let her sleep, we have a case to get started on and I needed her as much as I didn't want her to get in trouble for sleeping on the job. "Liv, Liv." I gently shake her shoulder and Olivia woke up with a grunt, "What?" She said sleepily. "There's been a rape in Central Park last night. They found the victim unconscious this morning." Olivia shot up and rubbed her eyes, "Oh my god." She said. Every rape was a surprise to her even though she dealt with rapes and homicides everyday. She stood up and grabbed her jacket, downed the rest of her coffee, and bolted out the door. I watched her go in shock and wondered where she got so much energy all of a sudden. I noticed her cup still there and shook it to see if there was anything left. When I tasted the last drops, I only chuckled to myself. Espresso. Shortly after, I followed my partner to the car.
Olivia was much more awake on the way there. A little too awake. She kept pointing out the little things on the street instead of focusing on the big point. The rape. I prayed she would calm down by the time we got there because the officers would definitely be a little alarmed at the overly hyper detective that just arrived at the scene of the crime. When we pull up to the park, I place a hand on her shoulder. She flinches and turns to me,
"Olivia, what kind of coffee did you get this morning?" I ask.
"Cuban Espresso." She replies and gets out of the car.
Damn it. Caffeinated Olivia is almost as bad as drunk Olivia. Trust me, I've seen both.
Luckily by the time we get to scene, Olivia becomes her professional self. She's discussing what happened with the officer and that gives me time to look around. When I stop scoping the area, my view lands on her. Olivia has always been my best friend and partner for as long as I can remember. We've only gotten closer every day. She's saved my ass more times than I can count. She was there when I went through my divorce with Kathy and stood by my side when I found out Kathy was pregnant with Elliot Jr. Hell, she even took rode with her to the hospital when they got into that horrible car accident. God, that was one of the most scariest things that has ever happened to someone I care so deeply about. Wait...do I mean Kathy or Olivia? They're both important but I feel like I find myself worrying about Olivia's safety more than Kathy's. Jesus, I have to put these thoughts aside. Number one, Kathy's my wife and I need to focus all my feelings for her and two, I have a job that I need to do. Olivia should just be on friendly terms with me.
"El, come look at this."
I look over at Olivia say this from a totally new location from where I was staring at her last. I blink out of my thoughts and walk over to her. "Our perp didn't clean up after himself. Or herself. They left their weapon of choice." She said and held up a bloody knife. She placed it in the plastic bag for evidence and stood up. Removing her gloves, she sighed before she spoke again, "Our victim? Sixteen year old Rachel Hunter was coming home from a party last night when she was attacked from behind." She described and handed the bag to an officer.
"Huh. Is she from New York? Doesn't she know that Central Park is the one of the most dangerous places to be wandering at night?" I reply.
Olivia shrugged, "I don't know but she must have a damn good reason as to why she was walking around alone. We should go to the hospital and see what was going on with her."
I nodded at the suggestion and followed her back to the car.
A little side note: Elliot's intro was a little slow, I apologize, but I'm planning Olivia's intro to be a little more exciting. I hope you like it so far. Any reviews?
