***Hello everyone again. Thank you for the lovely reviews. Made me happy! Here is chapter 2!
PS: the reason why Rosalie is british, is beacuse i'm british too. Well...a quarter british. I have a normal accent, but i can put on a good british accent if asked.
PPS: sorry that its short
Hahahahaha! Enjoy! If i get 5 reviews for this chapter, I'll give shout outs to you in the next chapter!
Chapter 2:
"Hey Liv," Elliot greets me when I walk into the precinct. Elliot Stabler is my police partner. We have been working together for 13 years. When it comes to us catching a criminal, there are only two words I can say: Watch Out.
"Hey El," I greet back as I sit down at my desk and pull out my case files. "How's the Hannah Strong case going so far?"
"No leads, no witnesses. Nothing," he says. I sigh and read what I have. It says that Hannah Strong used a fake ID to get into a nightclub. While there, someone slipped a roofie in her drink. He then grabbed her and outside of the nightclub was where he attacked and raped her. When she tried to escape at one point, the person shot her in the lower back. She died later from blood loss. I finish reading the case and shudder. I think about Rosalie. If that were to ever happen to her, I would murder that bastard and have his head mounted on my wall. Rosalie comes first before anything else.
"I can imagine how Hannah's parents must be feeling," I say to Elliot.
"Yeah. Poor girl. Never made it to college," he responds.
"It makes me sick that people do that to other people! I wish it would just stop!"
"Yeah, if that happened, we wouldn't be SVU detectives,"
Much later at the precinct, its 11:00 pm. I go to Cragen and ask him if I could leave early. He says yes and I quickly leave the precinct. I want to be home to make sure Rosalie follows her curfew. When I do get home, the apartment is dark. Rosalie isn't home. I groan and dial her cell phone number, but it goes straight to voice mail. I groan again and collaspe on the couch. I'm tired, but now I have to wait up, so that when Rosalie gets home, I can yell at her for breaking curfew. I wait for thirty minutes before my phone began to ring. Thinking it was Rosalie, I grab it quickly, but the phone ID says 'Cragen'. I sigh and answer the phone,
"Benson,"
"Olivia, you need to come Mercy General, NOW," he answers. He doesn't sound himself.
"Cragen, I have to wait up for Rosalie. She was out late and she broke her curfew,"
"Liv...I don't know how I'm going to say this..." he starts, but trails off.
My blood goes cold as I quickly stand up and say,
"You're not saying..."
"Rosalie's been attacked. She's the victim,"
My heart stops. I can't breathe. I knew this was going to happen, I knew it all along. Oh my God! I knew it and I said yes to that party.
"I'll be there in five," I say quickly as I hang up.
