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Premise; When a womanizing defense attorney starts to make claims that the unit's latest rape victim isn't telling the truth, Benson reluctantly finds that some of his claims are actually true. During which time an over privileged frat boy connected to a date rape is a little too humorous for the squad to handle, and on top of the mess Olivia has a stalker that decides it's time to make his presence known. (I promise it won't be as overdramatic as it sounds!) Contains intense language!
DISCLAIMER: In creating this story, I, the author intend it for entertainment purposes only. I do not own anything.
Chapter One.
"He pushed the door open, and forced himself inside." she started to choke on her words, hysterically. She was a blonde woman, a bit short, with long ringlet curls. Her name was Laura Pratt and she was 36 years old. A mother of two, and married for ten years. Though her face was badly bruised from the attack, she was genuinely beautiful. In a soft spoken sort of way. The trauma from her recent experience made her body go through violent shakes and uncontrollable outbursts, but even though she didn't feel it, she was safe now, she was lying in a hospital bed, Detective Benson sitting next to her, being the only presence she could hold onto. They were going to sedate her, to do the rape kit.
"Laura, Laura, you survived and that's the most important thing, we arrested him. He can't hurt you again." Olivia told her confidently, which seemed to calm her down momentarily but she was squeamish in discomfort. The nurse drugged her, to help her relax so they could run the exam, and from the looks of it, it was as straight forward as it could be.
Later at the station, Olivia conducted the interrogation with Ryan Davis, the man who was caught at the scene. He was a tall, dark curly hair, and he hadn't shaved in a few days. Though he was rather rundown, he was genuinely smug, sitting across from her, handcuffed to the table.
"You stalked her." Olivia said, sitting up on the table scowling her eyes at him. "You, watched her every day, and finally, you know what, Today's the day, the husband's at work, and the kids are at school, and you thought, hey no better time like the present so you go up to their front door, knock, and when Laura Pratt answers, you tell her some sob story. But she's not dumb. She doesn't buy it. She goes to shut the door in your face, and you push it open, and not only do you pull her down onto the ground you start beating her, then you pull her up the stairs into her and her husbands bed room, and you raped her, but you thought you could get away with it, you didn't think Mr. Pratt would come home for a minute, he hears the struggle, he runs upstairs and boy does he do a number on you huh, but I'm gonna do you one better." she threatened after she nearly dispensed the details of his crime.
"It's been my experience that brunettes do it better." he puckered his lips at her, though they were swollen and cut from his attack.
"Any other rapes you want to confess to Mr. Davis?" she asked sharply. "Or maybe we'll nail you with DNA. How's that sound?"
"Keh." he scoffed at her, "Confess? I ain't say nothin, you the one who keeps talking. You can go fetch my lawyer now, bitch." he smirked as she rolled her eyes at him and got up from the table to exit the room. "Rawf, rawf." he barked at her as she left, but she didn't turn around, she'd heard worse on practically a daily basis, and really barks, That was the best he could do?
"What a scumbag." Elliot said as Olivia exited the room.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "usual everyday trash." she huffed.
"So, you met the assistant district attorney, I take it." said an unfamiliar voice, satirically, walking into the room. "Brian Wesley, Mr. Davis' defense attorney. I'm surprised you're not working your tricks and questioning my client without counsel present." He sneered at Elliot, and entered into the interview room. Brian was also tall, older in his late 50's, and had slicked back lawyer hair, in a thousand dollar suit. Elliot and Olivia looked at each other, they would never have expected a lawyer from the high class (if there were one) to be this piece of trash's representation. Alex rushed in immediately after him, she had a look of excitement on her face.
"Ugh, Brian Wesley?" She snickered, "If you really want to destroy your clients chance at winning a rape case, you'd higher him. He's basically the founder of the idea, 'she was asking for it.'. But he mostly does corporate stuff." She told them.
"Well we heard he's a real fan of yours." Elliot said jokingly.
"It's not me personally, he's just terrified of women." Alex smirked, she seemed rather excited that this was happening. She couldn't wait to mop the floor with this sexist trash, and she would, everything from the forensics to the bruises were aligning perfectly, and now, Brian Wesley. Perfect.
"Good job guys." Alex said offering a premature congratulations. They looked at her a bit confused. "This is going to be a piece of cake." she said swiftly. Elliot and Olivia turned and both entered the interview room together. Hopefully this would be as easy as Alex seemed to think it would be.
"See what'd I tell you. 36, 24, 36." Ryan told his attorney, giving Olivia wink.
"Seems accurate." Brian replied. Elliot's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows, Olivia and him exchanging looks.
"You two are perfect for each other, maybe you should get married." Olivia fired back, she rolled her eyes.
"Are you married detective?" Brian asked, she didn't say anything but only offered a clearly offended look, though she tried not to. "Of course not, though, you're pretty enough to be married, if you wanted to be, or well you were, but now you're just too old." he scoffed at her, and before she could even react Elliot slammed his hands down on the table, not with an extreme force, but enough to change the subject.
"Counselor your client is being charged with assault and rape, this isn't a time to play games." Elliot said, trying to bring things back to the issues that were at hand. Brian and his client both seemed amused by their game.
"There was no rape, Laura Pratt and my client have had consensual sex several times. Including today." He offered up. Olivia scowled at him.
"Ha. You have any proof of that Ryan?" she said looking fiercely at Ryan sitting smirking in his seat.
"Obviously because Mrs. Pratt, is in fact a Mrs, married, their affair has little to no record of existence." Brian presented the theory.
"So what, you just beating up on your lover for fun then?" Elliot asked Ryan. Ryan grinned.
"Rough sex gone bad. Happens all the time. Wife yells rape so her husband won't flip on her. If anyone should be charged it should be Mr. Pratt who viciously beat my client." Brian stood up. "Now would you mind removing my clients unnecessary restraints. So he can be done with this." he said looking at Elliot. Elliot groaned a bit to himself at the of idea of actually having to do what this guy told to him too. He grabbed Ryan's arm, and pulled him up, and unhandcuffed him from the table. The counselor and his client began to exit the interview room.
"When a jury sees the bruises on Laura Pratt, and hears her testimony, your little side show story is gonna go up in flames." Olivia said confidently.
Mr. Wesley stopped and looked at her for a moment, "Kitten, why don't you go bake me some cupcakes." he smirked and reached up to touch her but she immediately swatted his hand with such an intensity it made a deep smacking sound.
"You are this close to being collared for assaulting a cop." she fiercely threatened, and Elliot, practically pushed the two of them out of the room, though he was slightly disappointed Olivia hadn't cuffed the bastard.
Olivia shook her head rolling her eyes about the entire experience that was. Then leaving the interview room. Alex looked a bit disappointed.
"I was waiting for a throw down." Alex said sarcastically.
"Yeah well next time there might be one." Olivia again, threatened, but it was anything but sarcasm.
"Make sure that Laura Pratt and Ryan Davis have never met, and never had any kind of affair, I know it's probably crap but he could have something, and the last thing we want is to get blindsided with some cellphone calls or diner receipts." Alex commanded her troops.
"I'm not gonna ask a rape victim if she was having an affair with her rapists are you insane?" Olivia said, she was still fired up, and it was clear to the other two of them it probably wasn't the best idea to prod at her.
"So go around her, and make sure all your evidence supports your victims story." Alex suggested slightly irritated.
Cragen interrupted the trio, "Warner called, we have a DNA match from the Samantha Glouster case, Trevor Sailing, age 21 Junior at Hudson. Go pick him up." he ordered the two of them.
"Great." Alex said. "At least we can get moving on the date rape case." she grabbed her bag from the table and exited.
In the car driving to Hudson University, Elliot was driving, Olivia was impartially quiet, still overly tense. "You're not still.--" Elliot started but he stopped himself, she agreed with his call on not continuing or starting this discussion.
"Trevor Sailing, your typical frat boy douchebag, looks like a real winner too." she said snidely looking over his very thin file. "Did 60 days in jail for a DUI." she sighed.
"This time he'll get what he deserves." Elliot said.
It was a nice day outside, warm, bright, the college campus vibrant with co-eds shifting about playing frisbee, enjoying their years. A loud cheer of guys from a bench on the quad caught the detectives attention.
"Uh, I think we just found Trevor Sailing." Olivia said pointing the group out.
"Great, with an audience too." Elliot sighed.
"Let's go crash the party." She suggested.
The two broke through the semi-circle of college boys, who were all watching a two topless girls on Trevor's iphone. Trevor was sitting on the bench holding his phone out for all the more to see. He had wavy blond hair, tall, jocky build, and was rather handsome, it was easy to assume why he was somehow popular among campus.
"Trevor Sailing?" Olivia said, interrupting their fun.
"Yeah one sec, babe." He replied not looking up from his video. Elliot was overly annoyed going over to him and pulling him up by the arm. Olivia stood behind him and began to cuff him. The boys started to hiss and boo, and then oink, making various other pig noises, at their distress. Elliot shooed the majority of them off threatening to search them for illegal substances,
"Trevor Sailing you're under arr-" Olivia started but Trevor interrupted her.
"Wait-wait-wait, listen." he pleaded, he looked at Olivia and smiled as to convey some sort of charm. "Can you just take my phone." he was still holding it. "and update my twitter that I'm being arrested." there was a pause, "please?" he begged. "Look you can even put that you're five." he reasoned with her. There was another pause and she continued to cuff him, being ultra assertive, "okay a six, a six, lady geeze." he said a bit annoyed, but still a bit amused. Olivia took the phone from his hands and handed it over to Elliot, who, 'accidentally' dropped it.
"Son of a bitch!" Trevor exclaimed "That is police brutality!" he yelled.
"Aw, isn't that a shame." Elliot said, "it looked expensive too." Elliot merely smirked to himself.
Olivia sighed, "Trevor Sailing, you are under arrest for rape, you have the right to remain silent, if you choose to give up that right anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney-" she continued Mirandizing him, as they took him to their car, a sway of students took pictures and videos of him being arrested, and the two of them felt like they were doing him more of a favor than anything else.
At the station, Fin, Munch, Cragen, Alex, Elliot and Olivia were standing together talking over their recent experiences, for a moment.
"He asked you to take his phone and update his twitter?" Alex asked raising a brow, Olivia just nodded with the same surprised yet slightly amused look on her face.
"Twitter...." said Munch.... "I barely even know her." he joked, he winked at Olivia but everyone just turned to look at him awkwardly. Olivia being the only one to offer a sympathy "ah-ha." so he wouldn't have felt too bad.
"So let's go talk to the little twit." Elliot said. Elliot and Olivia then entered the interview room where he was waiting.
"You asshole." He said to Elliot who entered before Olivia, "You can't destroy my personal property that's against the law." he informed Elliot. "I need my phone back now." he instructed to either of them.
"You offered your phone up to the police and it was seized as evidence." Elliot told him, he wasn't being entirely truthful. "I'm sure twitter will be better off without you, for awhile." Elliot smirked at him.
"When I can I get it back?" he asked a bit frantically.
"In a few years when you get out of prison." Elliot said trying to remind him that he was in fact being charged with a serious crime.
"UGH" he groaned. "I can't even see it for ten minutes?" he asked.
"Mr. Sailing." Olivia said sternly and a bit irritated, "you are being charged with rape, this is not the time to dispense your deep emotional regrets over your shitty over priced little cellphone. This is not a joke, or a game, this is a very serious crime." she said determined.
"Mr. Sailing is my father." He smirked, "most people call me Trevor, but you can call me Trev if you want." he offered to her, raised his eyebrows a bit to seem enticing.
"Well listen Trev," Elliot said, also seemingly annoyed, "you're going down, and you're going down hard, now we have your DNA, and a complaining witness saying you raped her, so I think you're shit outta luck pal, so wipe that pompous smirk off your face." Elliot threatened him, hopefully intimidating him.
"Rape?" He sat back a little, turned his attention back over to Detective Benson, "Look at me." He said, "if you were in college...and you saw me, you'd be all over it. All the girls are, it's just college life. Do I really look like the kinda guy who needs to go rape some tight ass chick? If a girl doesn't want me, it's her loss not mine, I could find a dozen girls way hotter and probably thinner than the next at the wave my hand. That's what being king on campus is all about." he had a determinative soft look on his face, and genuinely believed what he was saying.
"Just because you don't need to rape anybody, doesn't mean you don't get some sick twisted pleasure out of getting girls drunk or hit up with date rape drugs, so you can take advantage of them, and then brag to your second hand low life frat boy audience about the experience." Olivia replied, she was wide eyed offering up her reasoning for the behavior, but Trevor leaned in close across the table to Elliot and Olivia.
"Drunk? Date rape drugs? Detectives, why would I want a girl to forget the best thing that ever happened to her?" He questioned.
"The best thing, that could ever happen to any girl is for you to be locked up for a long time." Olivia's words crossed him, "and you just wait and see if you're 'king of the campus' when you're a newly paroled registered sex offender." she raised her eyebrows at him almost expecting some kind of weak imitation of a zinger to throw her off or set her off, either way, she was ready and waiting.
Trevor leaned back into his chair, looking a bit unsatisfied that they didn't buy into his act, or his charm. He was not used to this. "So I guess then maybe I should call my lawyer."
"Guess so." Olivia said, getting up from the table.
"Which I can't do since you took and possibly broke my phone." He mentioned to Elliot as the two of them began to leave, just as they left, Trevor Langan strutted through the station in search of his client.
"Well would you look at that." Elliot said. Olivia looked up.
"Aw, Trevor and Trevor." she said jokingly smirking at Langan.
"You two didn't just try to question my client without counsel present did you?" He asked.
"No of course not." Elliot said sarcastically, "why we always wait for people to lawyer up before talking to them, as you should know." Elliot shrugged.
"I'm going to go confer with my client now." he said, walking in between the two of them.
"Be my guest, you and junior have fun. He's not your long lost son is he? I could see a resemblance." Elliot hassled him.
"Trevor Sailing is a great kid. I went to college with is father, we're best friends and he named his son after me. So for you two to stand there and try to ridicule him and myself is genuinely insulting." he prompted them extremely annoyed.
"Well we certainly wouldn't want to offend a defense attorney." Olivia said melodramatically. Langan rolled his eyes at the two of them then went in to talk to his client.
"Wow." Olivia sighed. "Clients and Attorneys are becoming best friends all over the place today." she huffed looking at Elliot.
"Let's go see what Munch and Fin got on the Pratt case." Elliot suggested and Olivia followed, but first going over to her desk, on her desk was a yellow envelope her name written largely in black marker. It immediately caught her attention. The envelope was heavily stuffed to it's limit. She pulled on the pulley to open it, it felt like papers...
"Where's this from?" she asked to nobody in particular, and nobody gave her a response. Elliot was talking to Munch and Fin, he looked back over to see why she hadn't made it over there yet. When he saw her she was holding a picture in her hand staring at it.
"Liv?" he called over to her, but she didn't look at him instead, she pulled up another photo, one that was months apart from the one in her hand, her mouth dropped and she looked shocked and felt anxious.
"Olivia?" He called over again, this way making his way over toward her, as he was coming over, she flipped the envelope over into her desk out fell dozens and dozens of 5 by 7 developed color photos of herself, some even fell onto the floor. Elliot picked one up from her desk.
"Where are these-" he started but she cut him off.
"They were on my desk..." she answered sheepishly looking and looking at the pile of pictures on her desk.
"What the hell is that mess?" Fin asked, coming over, Munch following.
"...it's me." she said she could hardly move from the shock of it.
"Olivia Benson?" called out a women's voice, the four of them turned to see a girl with a brown hat, delivering packages and mail. Olivia didn't respond, and only looked at her. Fin went over to the woman.
"This is for an Olivia Benson." she said, handing Fin the package.
"Well who's it from?" he asked her commandingly.
"Sir I wouldn't know that I just make the deliveries, if there's no return address I really can't tell you." She said. Fin took the envelope, Olivia looked at the envelope in has hand it was stuffed, the same kind of packing as the one prior. She wasn't even going to open it she just shook her head.
"You gotta go tell Cragen." Munch said, but she still was in shock and didn't say anything and had turned ghostly white.
Alex and Cragen had just departed from Cragen's office, "Woah who's scrap booking?" Alex asked, but the tenseness going through the area made it clear that it really wasn't the time to offer up any humor.
"Liv's been stalked." Fin said, still holding the envelope.
"Yeah and her stalker decided to share is tribute." Munch added.
Cragen looked at the photos on Olivia's desk and even had to pull back from the amount. "Don't touch them" he said to all of them. "Wrap them up as evidence and send them to get prints, now." He ordered. Olivia pulled a glove form her back pocket, "Not you." Cragen replied, "I want you in my office now." he ordered her.
She just threw her hands down to her side, with nothing to say to it, and now apparently do. This really wasn't her day. Her phone vibrated in her pocket before she started to walk over to his office, she pulled it out of her pocket to check it. She stopped by Elliot when she read; 'new pix message' from an unknown sender, she pressed okay, and watched it load. It was a photo of her, standing at her desk when she first picked up the envelope. It happened all of five minutes ago, and there it was.
"Oh my god." she said. They were all looking at her. "He was in the precinct." she said showing the picture from the screen of her phone to them. Elliot grabbed it from her hands.
"I'm taking this to lab now, if it's a camera phone it might not have been a track phone, and we can get a trace on it now." He said practically rushing for the door.
She stood there empty handed not knowing what to do, or remembering what she was supposed to do.