Mrs. Detective Billy Martin/ Nat: The last chapter was in Jay's POV, and he was the one beaten up. I know it was kind of confusing, and I apologize, this one will be a little more understandable, and hopefully a little funnier, can't make promises though.

Chapter 2:

Elliot's POV:

Keep your eyes open. Damn it keep your eyes open, you have paperwork to finish. Paperwork is boring. Really boring. I always preferred being out doing all the cop crap than inside typing up the paperwork from the cases. I mean, you can drive around, talk to people and even occasionally hit someone, what could be more fun than that?

The phone rings. I quickly pick it up, hoping who ever is on the other line can give me a break from work. "Stabler," I say, suddenly wide awake.

"Detective we have a case for you."

"Ok," I grab a pen and listen to the address. Sometimes I wonder if the nine one one response guys have any emotions whatsoever. If they do, they don't show it much. I hang up the phone, "Liv," I say I across the adjoining desks to my partner, Olivia.

Olivia Benson is probably one of the only people who could put up with me for a long period of time. I'm still surprised Kathy managed, but like all people, she ran away screaming. Not really screaming, but you get the point. Olivia left too, but she came back. I shouldn't take it personal, she didn't come back for me or anything, she came back for the job. But still, she didn't leave me forever. And that makes me feel better.

Oh and did I mention, she's gorgeous. I mean I could have gotten stuck with some ugly old guy like Fin did, that was a joke by the way, instead I get a beautiful woman who could probably kick my ass if she tried. Thankfully she hasn't yet. Still, I don't want to cross her.

"What's up?" she asks, looking up from her own paperwork. I could tell she was just as eager to get out of it as I was.

"We got a case," we stood, grabbed our jackets and were out onto the streets once again. The air was cold, so I pulled her closer to me. My car was down the block. Finally we reached it. I would have been thankful to get into the warmth but my car was freezing. I quickly turned on the ignition and waited a second to warm up. I put my hands on the steering wheel. It was so cold it hurt. I put the car in drive and off I went to the crime scene. In any other city, it could have taken five minutes, except we live in New York and it took twenty. Damn traffic.

The two of us stepped out of the car and walked through the thrall of people. Some guy older than me, yet still wearing a blue uniform was the first person we encountered. "What do we got?" I ask as usual. The old guy leads us to the scene.

"Some kid. Face is covered in blood."

"What happened?" Liv asks.

"We don't know, ME's already up there. She can tell you." I nod and me and Olivia get closer to Melinda. She's standing over the body, already covered in a white sheet. Unpleasantly its soaked through with blood. He's so small. Kid cases are the worst. What did this kid do to deserve such a thing?

"Well?" I ask. Melinda looks up, unsurprised by our presence.

"His face is smashed pretty badly. My guess someone smashed his face in with a blunt object. Kicked the crap out of him too. He's covered in cuts and bruises." I stepped around closer to Melinda so she could pull the sheet up. What I saw made me want to vomit. This kid didn't have a face. All of his exposed skin was swollen and bruised. And I could tell that the skin unexposed was too. He wasn't very tall, five feet about. His hair was blond. I could tell because it was spiked, and the tips weren't covered in blood, but that was only a small favor.

"Rape?" I said as calmly as I could. I didn't want to show that I was affected by this sight. This kid looked the same age as my son. Which wasn't a pleasant or happy thought. Melinda didn't seem too happy either.

"Help me turn him over." At first I'll admit I was a bit skeptical, but nevertheless, I agreed. I put a pair of gloves on and helped her flip our newest victim on his side. His back was facing us. "What does that look like to you?" she asked, pointing to a small round red stain on the boy's jeans.

"Blood." Melinda let go. "So he was raped."

"Looks like."

"There any ID?"

"None that we've found so far." We started walking away from the boy. At that moment I vowed to find who ever the hell did this and make him pay.

"Hey I found something!" someone called from behind us. I turned around, I assumed the others did too. Some guy ran towards us holding a wallet. "The kid's name is Jason Flarrity. He's sixteen." The guy said, handing me Jason's driver's license. "Here," the guy said again. "School ID," he handed me that too. "Goes to Grover Cleveland out in Queens." That one sentence rang through my ears. How the hell? I looked back at the boy under that thick sheet.

"Elliot what's wrong?" Olivia asked.

"That's the twin's school."