A/N: Okay everyone, I kind of have writers block about my other story (hence why I haven't updated in over a month). After 'Spooked' aired I had inspiration to create this one. It took me a while, but here it is. It's very possible that this is only a few chapters, but we'll see how it goes and if you lovely readers enjoy it or not. It's rated T for now, just for language, but I think I'll get a lot deeper into E/O later on. Whatever that includes, we shall see later on. I have another chapter ready, but I'm waiting for your opinions before I post it. Please review! This is my first time creating a scene with them at the morgue, so let me know how I did with that and everything else! Anyways, I believe that's it. I'll quit babbling so you all can read on. Thanks!

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The two detectives both grimaced over the sad sight of the badly beaten body of a young woman on ME Warner's metal slab.

Olivia stared at her face. She often made comparisons to herself, relating to the victim. Elliot, however, always tried his very best not to look at all. Most of the cases reminded him of his daughters, and the job was hard enough as it was before thinking that way.

Olivia broke the silence. "Damn. This never gets easier."

"You're telling me." Melinda added. "Meet Jamie Ronson, age eighteen." Melinda was slipping on a new pair of latex gloves as she walked towards them.

Olivia's brow furrowed in confusion. "How do you know that already?"

Melinda turned and pulled the worn out chesnut coloured backpack off the nearby counter. "Your fellow detectives found this a few yards away in the woods where the body was found. This swim ID card was found in one of the pockets." She handed it to Olivia who turned the laminated card toward the light, observing the name, age and picture scrolled on it.

"Pretty girl." Olivia stated flatly, disappointed at the fact that such a young life had been snuffed out so soon.

Elliot finally managed to pull his eyes off the girl's severly bruised forearms. "Yeah, until someone did this to her." He scratched the back of his neck. "You got COD?"

"The obvious." Melinda turned the victim's head away from them, revealing the jagged, bloody wound pattern imbedded in her skull, soaking her surrounding blonde hair in dried blood. "Blunt forced trauma. Besides the blow to the head and bruising head to toe, she has no other major injuries that I've discovered yet. From what I can tell, she didn't put up much of a fight. I'm guessing she wasn't expecting it."

Olivia turned to Elliot. "Could've known him. "

Melinda shrugged lazily. "It's possible, but I'll be checking for more extensive signs of physical or sexual abuse."

Elliot was still closely examining the prominent gash in the victim's head. "You have any idea what our sicko used for a murder weapon?"

"I'm not entirely sure. As far as I can tell it was a heavy object, probably metal. With the studded pattern, I'm guessing something like the usual handheld meat tenderizer you find in household kitchens."

Olivia sighed in disgust. "Anything else?"

Warner scanned her report which was fastened tightly on a clipboard. "Found semen on her thigh and her skirt. Sent it through the system, I'll call you when I get something."

Elliot shifted in Olivia's direction. "What do you say we check out the pool first? See if anyone knows her and we can go from there." Olivia nodded and read the card again. "Hyde Creek Pool."

They turned to Warner and thanked her before flashing a small smile and walking out.

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"Jamie's.. dead? She was murdered?" Elliot and Olivia had made their way over to the local swimming pool where Jamie Ronson often frequented. They were questioning one of the usual lifeguards, Carly Grant, who apparently knew Jamie Ronson reasonably well.

Olivia's sympathetic eyes met Carly's. "Yes. I'm sorry."

Carly's eyes began to tear as she rubbed her temple. Olivia and Elliot shared a glance before he took over questioning.

"Were you close?" he shifted his stance to the other foot.

"Um, yeah.. well, sort of. As far as I know, no one knew her outside of this place. She's been coming here regularly for... at least a couple years. God, how'd this happen?"

Olivia momentarily stopped scribbling notes down on her pad before she responded. "Actually, we can't discuss any details of the case yet. Do you happen to know if there are any logs or schedules of classes that Jamie attended?"

Carly sniffled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Uh, yeah. In the office, follow me."

The two strolled slowly, about twenty feet behind Carly. They observed the young mother in the kiddie pool with her baby, and the brother taunting his older sister for being "too much of a chicken" to hop into the deep end by herself.

"I swim here sometimes." Olivia chimed in.

"You swim?" he raised an eyebrow.

She tried to hide the small smile as it appeared across her lips. She could just imagine what Elliot was thinking. "Yeah, usually every Thursday night. Well, when I'm not picking up your slack in paperwork." she teased.

"I didn't know that." Elliot replied.

Olivia thought it was rather entertaining, cute even, that he was still stuck on her first statement. "That I swim, you mean?"

Elliot nodded, not making eye contact. "You learn something new everyday," she stated matter-of-factly.

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Elliot and Kathy were working out the details of the divorce, this time agreeing to be reasonably civil. Elliot hadn't even officially moved out yet, but he was gone most of the time. He worked, then slept wherever - the crib, occasionally some cheap motel when he couldn't even stand the thought of going home. They were anything but new to the concept of seperation, of divorce, of falling out of love. Elliot wanted both of them to accept what was left of their family and move on as best they could, but Kathy was never understanding, especially now that they had Eli.

"Look, Kath, I'm saying every other weekend and a day or two during the week seems reasonable to me."

"Oh please, you won't even be home half of those days. You'll be with Olivia working on 'a case'. " She crossed her arms. "Why don't you just admit it."

Elliot hated the way Kathy stated Olivia's name like she was some dirty slut he never should have known. It happened more often than not, and to put it simply, it infuriated the hell out of him. Elliot was never a perfect husband, but he was a loyal one. The disgusting implication, sometimes seeming more like an accusation, made him want to put his fist through the wall. It didn't even deserve any type of response.

Elliot scoffed heavily and rolled his eyes before pulling his coat off the chair of the desk that was close at hand. He sighed as he threw it around his shoulders and headed for the door.

"Where do you think you're going, Elliot?"

"Out for a drive. I'll be back later."

Elliot drove around aimlessly, with no destination in mind. It was a late, dark, and extremely dreary night. His wipers were going at the next to fastest speed as he leaned forward and squinted to see through the raindrops violently pelting the windshield. The only sources of light were the brilliant white glow from the full moon and the dim, faded ones that seemed to radiatiate from the dashboard. The harmonies coming from the radio echoed in his ears, louder than they usually seemed. He listened more intently. The man's piercing, throaty voice sang about lonliness and lost hopes.

Now, there's all kinds of songs about babies and love that goes right.

But for some unknown reason, nobody wants to play them tonight.

Hey, I hope it's sunny wherever you are.

That's sure not the picture tonight in my car.

And it sure ain't easin' my pain, all these songs about pain.

It was too ironic, considering the state of his marriage and his reason for being on the road in the first place. Why do they play songs about rain while it's pouring out? he thought to himself. He turned the volume knob down slightly. He was glad it happened to be a Thursday, hoping that he could get out of the precinct early tomorrow and spend time with his kids.

Wait a minute. It's Thursday. Olivia swims on Thursdays.