Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order Special Victims Unit. But I own Mark Cane, and Diana Shine.
ADA Casey Novak sat at her desk, shuffling a couple of files on her desk, when the phone in her office blared, ringing. She glanced from her papers towards the phone, and picked it up.
"Yes?" she asked the person on the other line. She smiled. "Thank you. Tell them to come right away."
Moments later, Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler walked in the Assistance District Attorney's office.
"Hey, Casey" Olivia greeted.
Elliot nodded in greeting to Casey.
Casey stood up, and smiled at them. "Hey Liv. Hey, El." She noticed they had their business expressions on their faces, and frowned. "What can I do for you guys?"
Olivia's smile fell, and she frowned as she handed Casey the forensic files that said that Mark Cane's finger prints were found in more than fifteen rape homicides.
Casey opened the file she was handed, and looked them over. Her eyes widened at all the similarities that the victims shared with the female detective in front of her.
"Uh, Olivia?" Casey said, glancing up at her from the file.
"Yeah?" Olivia asked, sighing softly, already realizing what she was about to say.
"You shouldn't be working this case." Casey said, bluntly.
Olivia's eyes widened. "What? Why the hell not!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms.
Casey sighed, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she said "Well… you're his type."
Though Olivia Benson had already realized this herself, she had to deny this in front of the people she worked with, or she would be unraveled to a helpless woman, instead of that badass Benson cop.
"What are you talking about?" She said, denying it all. "No. I'm not."
Elliot sighed, and decided not to intervene - at least not yet.
"What are you talking about?" Casey said, repeating Olivia's question. "You're a brunette, and you have brown eyes… he targets woman that are in between their thirties and forties… Liv! You are in your late thirties!"
Olivia frowned at this, but decided to ignore the truth. "Even if that were true, and it's not, we are not here to talk about me."
Casey sighed, dropping it for now. "Okay…." she sighs, and turns to Elliot. "What do you need?"
"We need you to get us an arrest warrant for Mark Cane." Elliot answered, arms crossed. "Can you?"
Casey nodded slowly. "Of course. This should be enough to get a judge to sign a warrant."
"How long would it take you to get that warrant?" Olivia asked, softly.
Casey bit her bottom lip. "Not long."
Olivia nodded, and said "Okay. Should we come with you?"
Casey looked at her, and nodded. "Yeah. It would make things go by much quicker."
The detectives followed the assistance district attorney out of the office and down the hall, and towards a double door.
Casey knocked. "Judge Donnely?"
The judge's voice came from behind the door, "Come in."
Casey opened the door, and walked inside, followed by both Detective Benson and Detective Stabler.
Elizabeth Donnely arched an eyebrow at Casey. "What can I do for you?"
"We need an arrest warrant for Mark Cane." Casey told her, walking closer to the judge.
Elizabeth pursed her lips. "Evidence?"
Olivia nodded, speaking up. "We have forensic evidence showing that his finger prints were on over fifteen rape homicides. That can't be a coincident."
Judge Donnely nodded, thoughtfully. "Okay. I'll sign it."
Casey sighed relived, and handed the judge the warrant, which Elizabeth Donnely quickly signed and handed it to Casey.
Casey smiled, and said "Thanks"
Donnely nodded, and turned back to her papers that she had been working on before the trio came in.
Casey stood, and handed the detectives the warrant.
"Make sure when you put the cuffs on him you make it hurt." She told them as she walked off to her office.
Elliot looked over at Olivia. "Well, I guess we have a serial rapist to arrest."
Olivia nodded, and said "We sure do." She walked out of the judge's office, and stopped, waiting for Elliot.
Elliot came up behind her, and said "Chances are he's fled. Hopefully he doesn't make this too hard for us." He opened the car door, and got in.
Olivia nodded as she climbed into the passenger side. "If I have to run today, I am going to really mad." she told him with a smirk as Elliot drove off towards the house that was written as Mark Cane's addressed.
"What do you mean you won't alibi me!" Mark yelled at Diana Shine.
Diana cowered in fear in her office, her brown hair that was usually in a pony tail, spewed all around her face, and her brown eyes watering from the fright. She tried to back away slowly, but Mark simply gripped her shoulders, making her stand in front of him.
She whimpered, and he shoved her, making her head hit her desk. Blood spilled from the side of her head, and bit her bottom lip to stifle the cry of pain.
Mark turned to glance behind himself, making sure that no one had heard the scene, and smirked when he realized that they were alone. He turned back to the cowering woman.
"Well isn't today not your lucky day." He said as he begun to rip at her jeans.
Diana's eyes widened in fear, and cried "Oh god! Please, no! Please don't do this, Mark."
Mark smirked, and his eyes had a crazed, evil look. With one pull, he ripped the woman's jeans off, and she screamed as he did so.
"Stupid bitch, I haven't even touched you yet. I bet you're a screamer…are you a screamer?" he whispered, hotly against her neck, making her shake in disgust.
"Fine, Mark!" Diana yelled, giving in. "I'll lie…just…please don't hurt me! Please!" she cried softly.
Mark smirked. "A little too late for that, don't you think?" he whispered hoarsely, caressing her face, and then gripping her head, and bringing his lips down on hers.
She cried, her mouth opening as she sobbed, and he took that chance to plunge his tongue into her mouth, and she tried to push him away with her hands, but she grew stiff when she felt his hand travel south.
"Please no! Stop!" she yelled.
Mark smirked, and with his other hand, he snatched his pocket knife.
She stares in fright at the knife. "What…are you going to do with that?"
The crazy look still in his eyes, he looks down and into her eyes. "Kill you of course." he whispered darkly. "Slowly and painfully."
He slid the knife against her abdomen, slightly slicing at it, making small trails of blood spill from there.
She hissed at the large pain the small cuts brought her, and she closed her eyes willing the pain to go away.
"You like that?" he murmured against her belly as he held the knife to her side.
She shivered as she felt his tongue licking her belly button.
"Stop!" she cried, closing her eyes.
Mark smirked, and slowly pulled away. She opened her eyes, thinking that he had changed his mind, and that she was going to get out of this. But that was obviously not the case.
"I'm not going to rape you." He whispered, and she felt herself breathe a sigh of relief. "But it's not because you're not my type, because bitch you damn sure are."
She shook in sobs. "Why then?" Her cuts stung, but right now she was too concentrated on surviving.
"Because I just don't have enough damn time." he said, and he pressed the knife against her neck.
Her eyes widened. "What… what are you doing?" she whispered, terrified.
"Ending your pathetic life" he whispered against her ear as he sliced her throat, and then when that wasn't enough to satisfy his sick needs, he stabbed her repeatedly in the chest, the stomach, and the thighs. Then a sick idea came to him, and he slid the knife down her thighs, and with a hard shove, he stabbed her between her legs.
"Ahhh!" she shouted, and then the world for her was black, and the man who caused it all walked out, hands and clothes bloody, and nobody seemed to blink an eye.
Author's notes:
I hope this satisfies you for the moment. XD What do you think?
