First i want to thank you to all the reviews i Got. Second I want to say thanks for correcting the spelling of Elliot's name. Idk why i kept dropping one 'l'. Anyway, this chapter is short because I'm leaving for a rodeo this weekend today, and won't be back until monday. So please, enjoy this and review (As you lovely people do anyway :) ) and i'll be back tuesday for an update!

I own the typos only. :)


CHAPTER FOUR

Olivia was royally pissed. It was not unusual for her to walk in front of him, but at the pace she was setting as she walked into the precinct, nearly 15 feet ahead of him, he could tell that he had pissed Olivia off big time this time.

It's not that he had forgotten she had been turned down by the adoption agency or that the child she was given custody of had died, he was just carelessly spurting words and he happened to hit a very strong nerve with Liv. He hadn't meant to. But now that he had upset her, she was going to be cold to him the rest of the day. He won't apologize either, mainly because she won't let him and also because his pride wouldn't allow it.

"Lover's quarrel?" Munch said as Elliot and Liv entered the squad room. Olivia walked right past him and Elliot gave him a look that read "Not Now" as they walked past them and into the conference room.

Elliot shut the door and instantly Liv whipped out the control for the T.V. the rape kit results popping up on screen.

"As usual," Olivia said with a sigh, "They aren't in the system."

"But now we have their DNA," Elliot said, "We can make a match if we get a sample of a suspects DNA."

"So what's our next move?" Olivia asked, leaning against the table and looking at Elliot. He shrugged.

"I'm not sure. We can go talk to Gryffin, the victim's..er-friend," Elliot said.

"Okay," Olivia agreed, "We can meet him at his house."

"I've got the address," Elliot said, holding up the paper he had plucked from the file. Liv nodded and head back out to the car, strides ahead of him again. At least she wasn't mad enough to not be civil to him. Climbing back in the car, Olivia driving, the pair headed off to Gryffin's home.

"Liv," Elliot said, "About earlier, listen I didn't mean it."

"Yes you did."

"I did, but I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."

"No you're not Elliot," Olivia said, "Let's just drop it, okay?"

"Fine Liv," he answered, staring out the window.

They arrived at Gryffin's house a half hour later. As they parked on the street, they saw a car pulling into the door. The doormen opened the door and out popped a handsome young man in a Willow Uniform.

"Must be Gryffin," Elliot said, jumping out of the car. Olivia joined him.

"Gryffin? Gryffin Simon?"

The boy spun and, upon seeing the police, proceeded to flee down the alley. ELliot took off after him, having a faster start than Olivia. Olivia followed quickly, keeping up pace easily as the boy swerved and ducked between alleys. Elliot dodged a few cans the boy pushed in his path by jumping over them while Olivia gracefully danced to the side. Just as Gryffin was about to get away, Elliot lunged forward, tackling the boy to the ground. His bag split open and a few bottles of alcohol scattered out into the street.

"I can explain! I can explain!" the boy shouted from underneath Elliot's weight. Elliot shifted around to reach for his cuffs, clicking them in place over the boy's wrists.

"You can explain at the station," Olivia said, picking up the back pack, "We have some questions for you, Mr. Simmons."

Back at the precinct, Elliot was allowed the first crack at the boy. It was a basic custom, if you catch the suspect, you get first go. Elliot had tackled him. He had already phoned his mother, who was probably already on the phone with a lawyer. Olivia watched as Elliot leaned against the wall.

"I told you," Gryffin said, "I wasn't at that party. I was not invited."

"A lot of people go that aren't invited," Elliot suggested, "What happened? Did you see Allison from afar, looking lost and decided to get close to her?"

"No! Never," Gryffin argued, "We're friends."

"But you've wanted to be more than friends for while," Elliot said, "You couldn't just wait anymore?"

"No! I may have loved her, but I would never hurt her!"

"See, I don't think that's you," Elliot answered, "I think you waited until she left, until she was alone and then you and your friends took advantage of an innocent girl-"

"No!" Gryffin said, "I love her! I would never hurt her, ever! Allison was the sweetest, kindest and gentlest person in the school. She was too kind for her own good. Have you seen the way her mother treats her? That girl is a goddess and her mother treats her like trash. She doesn't deserve to be defiled like this."

"No one does."

"But not her. That girl has suffered enough."

Elliot raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"I'm not saying anything else," the boy said, "I want my lawyer, now."

Elliot sighed, but he left the room. Olivia was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her stomach as she watched the boy lean back in his chair. Watching Olivia watching a child made Elliot feel just a bit fuzzy inside. She would be the best mother, he thought to himself.

"We should check the mom," Olivia said, breaking the silence. Elliot turned his head to meet her eyes.

"Oh, yes," Elliot agreed, heading back into the squad room. Plopping down at his desk, his fingers clicked away at Allison's mother's name.

"Anya Riley," Olivia said, "That's the mother's name. She's from the Riley Boating and Racing family. Says here she was the only girl that didn't end up in the family business."

"She just ended up with the family money," Elliot answered, scrolling down on the google page. "It says she went to University of Southern California and got a masters in business and Law."

"She's smart," Olivia added. Elliot nodded.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with her," Elliot concluded.

"Oh?" Olivia said, "There's something wrong when there's a perfect 18 year old girl, but not when the mother looks perfect?"

"Liv," Elliot said, startled. He had really thought she had gotten over his comment earlier.

"We're going to talk to the mother," She said in her matter-of-fact voice.

"Fine," Elliot growled, "Lead the way."


So, what's wrong with mama Allison? How can you have a perfect daughter and a perfect mother? Someone's hiding something... Review please!