Author's Notes: My carpet was cleaned today! And I know you pervs can make some wise cracks about that but my house now smells clean so I don't care! Nyah! Anyways, I got called into work this weekend and today was very long so I didn't get to write much but since this is done I figured I'd go ahead and post it before I head to bed to try and get a few hours before I get called back in. Uh...I don't think I have to warn anyone about anything for this. Most of my stories are rated M but this one is T so I think we're safe. *shifty eyes* For now. Heh.
Manhattan Traffic
11:00 AM
"Do you mind if I put some music on?" Alex asked as she sat in the passenger side choosing to let her new partner drive the police issue sedan they all used. Olivia seemed a bit less harsh. Her mouth wasn't drawn into a tense line like it had been before and the lines of her forehead that had been there before due to her frown had disappeared. The woman wasn't looking at her but she didn't radiate tension like she had before.
Olivia turned looking over at her and nodded, "Sure go ahead."
Alex nodded and reached out fiddling with the big black dial and then turned it up when she found what she wanted.
Olivia blinked looking over at the woman. Rock music poured from the speakers. She could hear a distinctly low male voice singing, "Ohohohohoh my Baby, how beautiful you are Ohohohohoh my Darling, completely torn apart You're gone with the sin my Baby and beautiful you are So gone with the sin my Darling." Alex was sitting in the bucket seat singing along quietly her eyes turned to look out the window.
"This doesn't seem to be the type of music I would associate with someone like you." Olivia finally remarked.
"I like low voices. Ville Valo's is one of my favorites. People are always shocked when I tell them what sort of music I listen to." Alex added shrugging a thin shoulder slightly.
Olivia nodded not saying anything else just allowing the blonde to enjoy her music as she chose to. When a particularly heavy metal piece came on by Metallica she turned it up a notch and bopped her head slightly in time with it. Olivia was mesmerized though she wasn't sure why. The blonde was about half her age she suspected and judging from their differing tastes in music she could clearly see that. It was obvious to anyone with eyes the blonde was a knockout. She was gorgeous in a classically pretty sort of way with a very nice body. So she was certain her physical attraction to the blonde wasn't what was leaving her heat beating a bit faster in her chest or her palms feeling like they were suddenly too slick to hold the steering wheel. She was pulled from her musings though when they almost missed the turn they were supposed to take.
"Olivia you're about to miss the turn." Alex spoke up looking over at her. She cocked her head unable to see Olivia's eyes behind her dark sunglasses but she could see there was something wrong. Even though her eyes were covered she could tell they were slightly glazed. She blinked not sure what to think of that when the brunette seemed to snap out of it and made the proper turn.
"Hello." Alex spoke softly when she entered the room allowing Olivia to talk with the doctor about the rape kit and the signs of trauma. All hospital rooms were the same, she mused. Eggshell or sea foam green in color with the smell of antiseptic and something else lingering in them, as a child she'd always thought that lingering smell was something sinister but since she'd grown up she convinced herself that though people died in the hospital regularly the smell was just somehow apart of the fabric of anywhere a lot of sick people gathered.
When she looked to the bed she finally caught sight of their victim. She could clearly see the girl had been beaten up. Her brown hair appeared matted and tangled up, there was a bandage wound around her head. Beneath her brown eyes were thick blue and purple bruises and her lip was split. Alex was sure there were other signs of trauma but this was the most apparent of them. She couldn't be more than twenty five, Alex mused. She appeared to be only a few years younger than she herself.
The girl looked up wearily not speaking to her until Alex flashed her badge. "I'm Detective Alex Cabot. I'm with SVU. My partner and I were told to come down here due to your attack." She explained not labeling it a rape just yet though she knew the victim as well as herself knew that's what they were getting themselves into.
"I'm Jessica Maloney." The girl spoke softly her voice cracking a bit.
Alex nodded and moved to the side of the bed. "Can I get you anything Jessica? A glass of water anything?"
"No I'm fine thank you." Jessica was still watching her wearily but her guard was lowering itself slightly.
"Can I ask you some questions?"
"About my attack?"
Alex nodded, "If you feel up to it. I really do need your statement while it's fresh in your mind so that we don't lose any details that may be important."
The girl sighed looking down at her hands for a long time before speaking. "I was leaving a club and I was attacked."
"Did you see your attacker's face?" Alex asked.
The girl paused not saying anything before she finally spoke. "Yes. I did."
"Did you know him?"
"Yes, he was Senator Shawn Adams son Michael Adams."
Alex nodded, it was the same story she'd told EMTs before they'd arrived. "Did you two know each other?"
"No, but I know his father."
"How?" Alex asked looking up seeing her partner stepping into the room.
The girl appeared agitated with the appearance of the new Detective and didn't answer.
"Can you tell me how you know his father?" Alex asked again trying to get her to respond but the girl shook her head.
"I can't. I'm sorry I'm very tired and I just want to go home. Is there any way we can do this later?"
"Of course Jessica, if you'd like you can come to our station tomorrow or we can come to your house that's fine. You just let us know what's going to be easier on you." Olivia offered seeing how agitated the girl was becoming.
Alex nodded with a small smile when the girl looked at her clearly more comfortable with her than Olivia. "Okay." She finally spoke.
Alex reached out pulling out a business card. "This is my card and my numbers on it. If you need me at any time, you call me okay? I'll answer any time day or night." Jessica took the card with a small sad smile and nodded obviously comforted by the fact that the blonde detective was willing to go to such lengths to help her.
"Did she stick to her story?" Olivia asked as soon as they were in the elevator away from prying ears.
Alex nodded, "Yes, but she got agitated when she mentioned her rapist's father. She said she knew him but that was all."
Olivia sighed, "Well the bad news is there was no fluids in her rape kit but there was a hair in her panties that the lab may be able to get some DNA off of so if we can get a DNA sample from the man she's fingering we stand a better chance of figuring it out."
"She said she was in a club but she didn't say which one." Alex stepped off the elevator when it came to the bottom floor.
"The doctor did say she had a stamp on her hand. It was a little square with letters in it that spelled Scandals."
"There's a club called Scandalous. Do you think that's it?" Alex asked as they made their way back out into the cold from the hospital.
"Possibly. We can go check it out. See if anyone remembers seeing our vic and the guy she's fingering."
Alex nodded, "Do you want to go now?"
"That's where we're heading next especially seeing as I have the keys." Olivia pulled them from her pocket and waved them at Alex.
Alex smiled, "Well you drive and I'll find us some good music to listen to on the way over."
"Your definition of good music and mine are completely different." Olivia stated dryly, cutting her eyes at her new partner over the top of her sunglasses which she had pulled into place as soon as they were outside in the sunlight.
Alex rolled her eyes liking the playful banter and pleased that Olivia was seeing fit to do so with her. "Oh please. I refuse to listen to oldies or jazz or whatever you old folks listen to."
"Hey! I'm not that old!"
"Right. If you drove any slower over here…"
"Don't you finish that thought." Olivia held a finger up to the blonde's lips not quite touching them.
Alex smirked and nodded, "Fine. Then don't make fun of my music." And with that she pulled open the door and got into the car waiting for Olivia to get into the driver's side.