A/N: SVU isn't mine. This came to me while quite angry with my father.
"I'm sorry!"
"Sorry doesn't fix it! Sorry doesn't bring her back."
Angry, tear filled eyes stare at him. "You bastard."
"You rape and murder and woman and I'm the bastard? That's rich."
"A fucking bastard."
He nods. "All right. Fine. I'll just call you a saint from now on. Or maybe God? Would you like that better?"
"You set me up. You fucking set me up, you son of a bitch!" He lunges for him. A swift blow to the face stops the attack.
"Police! Freeze!"
He turns slowly around.
"Put your hands up and don't move," says a grey haired man in a suit. The way his arms are lifted to train his gun on the standing man raises his jacket so that a badge is visible on his belt. "Louis Fisher, you're under arrest for the rape and murder of Joan Miller."
"Me?" The man incredulously points to his chest.
"Hey, did I say you could move?" He gestures his gun up. "Hands back in the air."
Slowly, Fisher raises his arms again. His eyes dart behind the detective, calculating odds.
When the detective is sure it's safe to go closer, he does it quickly, holstering his weapon and shoving Fisher against the nearest wall.
"Hey-!"
The detective pulls his head back using the collar of his shirt. "Hey what? Hmm?"
"This is police brutality!"
"You want police brutality? I'll give you some." He shoves Fisher to the floor. "Get up."
Fisher struggles, his hands already cuffed behind his back.
"Get up!"
He finally gets himself standing again by inching his way up the wall. He stands in front of the detective, his hair in disarray, clothes rumpled.
Hooking his foot around Fisher's, the detective pushes him to the floor again.
"John-"
"You don't wanna have to testify, leave."
"C'mon, man-"
"Leave, Fin." He doesn't look at his partner when he says this.
Fin doesn't move, nor does he say anything.
"Get up," John says, focusing on the man on the floor again. "I said, get the hell up." He kicks the man's leg sharply. He calls out and begins the struggle to get up again. Once standing, he looks about to say something when the detective shoves him once more. For a moment, none of them move. "Get the hell up!" John yells, and without waiting deals another sharp kick, this time to Fisher's stomach. Fisher doubles up on the floor.
"I'll have your badge," he gasps out.
"I'd like to see you try." Another kick, only slightly above the man's crotch. John stares at the man gasping on the apartment floor for a moment more, then leaves without a word.
Later, when his captain mentions Fisher's complaints against him, he shrugs, not even looking up from his work. Fin gives the same response, but their captain knows better and after a lingering gaze, retreats to his office.