Disclaimer- Not. Mine.
A/N- Not related to what happened in Strain, I came up with the idea while walking to the bus...And just so you know, Elliot and Olivia have been going out for some time in this.
This wasn't how she was supposed to die.
She was supposed to die in her sleep, at an old age, with grandchildren, maybe even great grandchildren. Not now. Not before her life had truly begun.
But there she was, in a dark, cold alley, the ground wet with what she assumed was her blood. Violated, and scared of what she was about to face. It was nearing the end, she could tell. The pain was fading. So was everything she had worked so hard for. Everything from her acceptance at Princeton University to her new boyfriend, who she was really falling for.
It was all fading now. The darkness was almost suffocating. She tried to remember a happy time, rather than die with the memory of that...that thing that had been inside of her a short time ago. She smiled, remembering her fifth birthday party. Friends, family...A new bike. Her mother bringing out the cake.
Just as she was about to blow out the candles, her eyes slid shut, and her last breath escaped her.
She was gone.
"Benson." Her voice was groggy. She looked at the clock. 2 in the morning. Whoever was calling better have a damned good reason.
"There's a homicide on 43rd street and Times Square." Her captain's voice came through loud and clear.
"I'll be there."
"And where's Elliot? He's not answering his phone." She looked at the sleeping lump next to her.
"Right next to me." She yawned.
"Wake him up."
"Okay."
"See you in a few." She shook Elliot's shoulder.
"Sleep." He muttered, rolling away.
"El, we've gotta go. We've got a case." He grunted and rolled a little farther. "Come on, if I have to get up, you have to get up." She shook him again. This time, he rolled off the bed and hit the floor. He opened his eyes."Come on, I'll buy you coffee."
"Okay."
Thity minutes, and a lot of pushing from Olivia later, they were at the crime scene.
"Jesus Christ." She said under her breath. "She doesn't even look like she's out of high school yet."
"She's not. Her name's Hannah Jacobs, she's a senior at Stuyvesant High School." A uniformed officer had come up to her. "Found her ID." He handed her the little plastic card with the girl's picture on it.
"Looks like she was out at a party of some sort." Elliot said. "Maybe a nightclub. Parents been notified yet?"
"Not yet." Olivia continued to look around for clues as to who her attacker was. "Uh, we also found her cell phone, and wallet...so it wasn't a robbery."
"Elliot, look at this." She shined her flashlight on the wall above the girl's head.
"Rapist?" The word was written in blue marker. "Why does this remind me of something?"
"Unless she runs around brandishing a dildo, I don't think whoever did this meant her." She looked back down at the girl. "Looks more like she was raped." She gestured at the girl's messed up and torn clothing.
"Yeah." He stopped a passing CSU photographer. "Hey can we get a picture of this?" The photographer nodded and snapped a few pictures of the graffiti. "Thanks." He turned to Olivia who was now going throught the girl's purse. "Maybe we can get a handwriting expert or something to look at it..." She nodded, pulling out a white sheet of paper.
"Well, now we know where she was."
"Lemme see." He took it from her. "You're invited to Marissa's 18th birthday party. February 2nd, 2006 at Marissa's house. 400 West 63rd street."
"So either Hannah decided to walk home, or whoever did this brought her here."
"There's only one way to find out."
"Ther party's over detectives. If this is about the noise..."
"It's about one of the guests." Mrs.Kessler sat down in a chair across from Elliot and Olivia. "Hannah Jacobs."
"She had to leave early. Actually, quite a few of the guests had to leave early."
"Any particular reason why?" Olivia asked.
"Someone brought alcohol to the party. Jessie saw and told me. She's my youngest."
"Was Hannah drinking?"
"Yes. I don't mean to be rude, but shouldn't you be asking her parents about this?" This was definitely the hardest part.
"Hannah Jacobs was found near Times Square. She was stabbed to death." Mrs.Kessler clapped a hand to her mouth.
"Oh my God...I should have made sure..."
"Made sure of what?" Elliot asked.
"She said she was taking a cab home...I never made sure, though...Oh God..."
"Mom what's going on?" A groggy voice interrupted them. A teenage girl was at one end of the living room.
"Sweetheart, come here." The girl walked slowly to the couch. "This is Marissa. Marissa, this is Detective Benson and Detective Stabler."
"What's going on?" She asked again, confused.
"Sweetheart...Hannah is...she's..." She paused to try and keep her cool. "She's gone, sweetie."
"You mean she's dead?" Her mother nodded. Marissa clapped a hand to her mouth. "Oh my God...How?"
"She was stabbed." Olivia said gently. Marissa began to sob uncontrollably into her mother's shoulder. Olivia waited until her tears subsided before speaking again."Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?"
"She did have a nasty breakup a couple of months ago. But I don't think her ex would do something like that."
"What's his name?" Elliot asked.
"Jake Cameron."
"Anyone else who might want to hurt her?" Marissa shook her head. "Does she have a boyfriend now?"
"Yeah."
"What's his name?"
"Mike Kessler. He's my cousin. He definitely wouldn't do something like that, he's crazy about Hannah." Maybe a little too crazy... Olivia thought.
"Could we have their addresses?" Elliot asked. Mrs. Kessler nodded and got up. She came back with two stapled sheets of paper.
"These are the addresses of everyone who was here. I don't know, maybe someone else saw something..." Olivia took the paper from her.
"Thank you so much." They got up to leave. "If you hear anything, just give us a call." Olivia wrote down her number, and gave it to Mrs.Kessler. On their way out, Elliot's cell phone began to ring.
"Stabler."
"Elliot, you know that graffiti you found?" Munch's voice greeted him.
"Yeah."
"You're not gonna believe this..."