Sleep: Post-Undercover

Chapter 1

"Lowell Harris, you're under arrest for raping Ashley Tyler."

"And the attempted murder of a police officer."

"You're a cop?"

Nod. "Who's the bitch now?"

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"Seventeen years as a corrections officer," I read, pacing in front of the table where he sat handcuffed. "Eleven different prisons…" I could feel his eyes following me. "Says here the first ten stops were maximum security men's facilities." I stopped pacing in front of him.

He shrugged. "I go where I'm told."

I smirked. "You go where you're not going to get your ass kicked!" I could see a flicker of anger cross his bruised features where I had hit him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I read your evaluation," I answered. "They dumped you at Sealview because you didn't have the balls to handle men."

More anger. "Shut up," he commanded through gritted teeth.

"You know what I think?" I asked, not really caring about the answer, "I think you hate women." I sat on the edge of the table. "That's why you rape them." I really hoped my voice didn't waver as much as I thought it did. "And if you hate women so much," I continued, my voice regaining its strength, "That must mean you like men."

I had pushed him over the edge. He shot up, glaring daggers at me. I didn't flinch, looking him strait in the eye.

"Shut up," he breathed on my face. It took all my self control not to gag. I smirked instead. "Shut up you filthy whore, do you understand me?" My smirk grew. "Did I strike a nerve?" I questioned.

That's when his attorney showed up. I tried so hard not to kick that son-of-a-bitch in the balls as he dismissed the crimes against his client. I gritted my teeth as both slimebags left.

"This isn't over," I reasoned as the door closed, "Maybe Ashley can ID him."

I could see the pain and sadness etched in my Captain's face as he informed me of Ashley's worsening condition.

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Late that night, I sat at my desk, staring at his picture after downing a pharmacy of Advil for the pain of my bruises. I looked up as Elliot came over.

"You ok?" he asked, noticing the picture in my hands.

"Yeah," I said, straitening up and rubbing a bruise on my neck. "What are you still doing here?"

"Avoiding diaper-duty," he joked, leaning on my desk. I winced when I noticed I unconsciously shifted away from him. "Need a lift?" he asked, noticing my slight discomfort.

"No, thanks, I'm going to stay a while," I declined while absently shuffling papers. Anything not to look at him and the compassion and concern his face held.

"You'll get Harris," he told me. I wiped the tear forming in my eye.

"For excessive force, at best," I responded. I could hear the defeat in my own voice. "But more likely he'll be transferred and promoted."

"Is he already back at work?!" Elliot asked incredulously. I stopped shuffling papers and looked up.

"Yeah," I whispered, trying so hard not to break down and cry. Elliot could sense the distress in my voice. I sighed and went back to arranging papers. There was a long pause. Then he asked me the question I had been praying he wouldn't approach.

"What happened in the basement?"

Another long pause as I collected myself. "Nothing," I finally responded, the lie evident in my tearstained voice. I could feel him study me, picking up on the lie easily. Tears pooled in my eyes. "I'm fine, El."

The phone rang. I informed Elliot that Ashley was awake before I got up and left. I thanked God that the conversation had temporarily come to an end.

I could feel his eyes follow me out.

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A/N: What do you guys think? This is my first fanfiction that I've posted. Let me know if I should post the rest.