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Olivia and Elliot sat vigil on the couch of Kate Henson's parent's house. Her mother could be heard in Kate's bedroom sobbing since the detectives told her while her father sat numb on the opposite end of the chair. Any questions they asked him he would mutter the answer. Never looking at them but looking past them at the photos on the mantel of the young happy smiling girl.
Jeremy had lied to them. One of his friends was a kicker on the football team and knew Steven and Kate exceptionally well. He had given them the addresses of both victims and they decided to visit tell Kate's parents first.
Olivia folded her hands on her lap. "Did Kate have anyone who would want to hurt her?"
"No," her father mumbled. He never made eye contact with either of them. "No everyone loved her."
"Did she mention anyone giving her a hard time in school?" tried Elliot. "Teacher, staff, another student?"
The father was silent for a long moment before he nodded slowly, still looking past them. His eyes were glued to the picture of Kate laughing and smiling at the camera, her blue eyes twinkling merrily. "Yeah. There… there was a guy at school she was having trouble with. She never told me specifics but she was scared of him."
Both detectives tried not to appear to overeager at the news. Olivia opened her mouth to ask him another question about the possible suspect but her phone rang interrupting their progress.
Olivia gave the man an apologetic smile before she politely excused herself. Once she had walked off to where her conversation wouldn't interrupt them Elliot turned back to the man. "Sorry about that. But did she ever report the guy to anybody?"
The man shook his head. "No. She was afraid of him and he…" The man trailed off and bit his lip as if he wasn't sure he wanted to give out the next piece of information.
"He what?" Elliot prompted.
The man sighed and ran a shaking hand through his balding light brown hair. Tears flooded his blue eyes, an exact replica of his daughters. "He's the son of a cop. She was afraid nothing would happen to him and she would get blamed." He wiped away his unfallen tears and shrugged. "Maybe if I'd convince her to report him-."
"Listen to me," Elliot interrupted with a sense of desperation. "This is no one's fault but the man who committed the crime, okay? And I don't care if he's the son of the President; if he did this to your daughter he WILL go to jail until the guards find him dead in his cell."
The man nodded wordlessly and Elliot took a long deep breath before he continued, feeling nothing but pure unyielding rage and hate for the man who had caused these parents so much grief.
"Did she ever tell you his name?"
The man nodded slowly once more. "John maybe or James. No … no it was Jeremy. Jeremy Benson."
Elliot's eyes widened and his mouth fell agape. His heart pounded against his chest and a million and one thoughts ran rampant through his mind. Olivia's son was now a suspect. Elliot knew Jeremy was a punk but to harass a girl to the point the parents tried to convince her to press charges? There was no way.
He started to ask if he was one hundred percent sure that was the name his daughter had mentioned when Olivia walked back over to them with agonizing fear heavy in her features.
Tears filled her eyes as she spoke, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. Henson. Detective Stabler, may I talk to you outside for a moment?"
Elliot nodded before he got up from the chair and promised the grieving man he'd be right back before he followed Olivia outside gently shutting the door behind him.
Once outside and away from watching eyes Olivia let out a muffled sob she covered with her hand. "Olivia, what's wrong?" Elliot asked frantically as he took a hold of her shoulders. "What happened?"
She took a deep breath as tears fell down her face and looked up at Elliot. "It- its Alex! She's in the hospital! Some- someone attacked her!"
Elliot's eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. "Is she okay?"
Olivia shrugged helplessly. "They don't know! They couldn't even tell- tell me if she was raped!"
"If you wanna go see her I got this. I promise I'll call you if anything breaks."
Olivia debated in her head for several moments. This case was important to her but at the same time she needed t be with her friend. She didn't even know if Alex was gonna live through the night. She HAD to put her job behind her just this once…
She said she would go visit Alex and after making Elliot swear at least ten times he would call her if anything happened regarding the case she left in a cab leaving Elliot staring after her. Guilt washed over him as he walked back inside the house with no plan to call Olivia about the news about Jeremy being a suspect. It's not like she would believe it anyway…
As Elliot sat back down on the couch after apologizing for the interruption he decided he knew he had to get more conformation about Jeremy harassing Kate. He knew it couldn't be true. It just couldn't be…
If he only knew how wrong he was…
…
"I'm here to see Alex Cabot," Olivia demanded the nurse working behind the crowded desk as she stormed up to the reception center. Her heart was pounding intensely against her ribs as her hands gripped the wooden edge of the desk. Alex had to be alright, she had to…
The nurse put down a chart she was looking at and looked up at Olivia slightly flabbergasted. "I'm sorry who are you looking for?"
"Alex Cabot, came in about an hour ago. She was attacked in her apartment."
The nurse nodded and turned to her computer and began to type, much too slowly in Olivia's unbiased opinion, much too slowly. Several moments later the nurse nodded. "Alex Cabot is in ICU recovery room 109. It's gonna be right down this hallway, fifth door on the left."
Without a word of courteous thanks Olivia raced down the indicated hall. It was a short distance but every time her foot left the ground in a sprint towards her destination it felt like it took ten minutes before it touched the tiled floor again. She was more frightened about what she would see in that room then she had ever been in her entire life.
"Please let her be alright," she hoped silently when she finally reached the closed room. She took several deep breaths to collect her shattered nerves before she slowly, silently opened it. Inside she found John McCoy sitting by Alex's bedside along with a nurse who was hooking up another medicine to her IV.
"Alex," breathed Olivia softly as she looked at the pitiful existence her attacker had left her in. While her face was clean from any bruises or cuts, the rest of her body was nothing but…
McCoy turned towards a stunned Olivia and walked over to her. Tears glistened in his usually hardened eyes. "How is she?" Olivia asked the old lawyer, her voice strained with tears.
McCoy wiped his eyes as he looked over at her. "The doctors said she'll be fine but… but there was also traua- trauma down there."
Olivia never felt more anger for an attacker then she felt right then. For the first time in years she prayed. She prayed as hard as she could that the next words out of McCoy's mouth would be no. "Was she raped?"
McCoy shook his head, a tiny blush breaking out at the way the conversation had taken while talking about his protégée. "No. The Doctor said she... She had um... you know… whatever a few days ago, but nothing recent."
Olivia nodded in understanding before she offered an incredibly weak faint smile. "Thank you; for calling me about her."
"You're one of her best friends, Olivia, of course I would," McCoy said with a kind teary smile with much less enthusiasm then Olivia. "I'm actually surprised she doesn't have you on as her other medical contact."
"Who's her other contact?" Olivia asked with curiosity.
"I don't know," McCoy answered honestly. "I know some of the paralegals have been talking about her getting sent roses and showing up at work with hickies on her neck. But whoever he was didn't answer his phone when the doctors called."
Olivia's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Normally Olivia was the first person that Alex told regarding a boyfriend and vice versa. Why would she hide someone from her now? It didn't make any sense…
McCoy's cell ringing interrupted the conversation and he excused himself before he answered the phone and walked out of the room. The nurse fiddled with her IV a bit more before she walked over towards Olivia and gave her a polite smile. "She should be up soon. She'll be a little tired so no visits longer then fifteen minutes apiece okay?"
Olivia gave a half hearted smile marred with apt confusion before the nurse left the room. Olivia walked over to Alex's bed and grabbed the chart from the foot of her bed. She knew she wasn't supposed to be looking at it but the senses in her that made her talented as a detective were screaming at her so loudly she had no choice but to follow her instincts orders.
She flipped through the medical information until she reached her personal information and scanned the sheet before she came to the persons of contact. Once she read the other name apart from Jack McCoy she gasped and dropped the chart to the floor with a loud clatter.
The other name on the list was Jeremy and he was listed under 'romantic partner.' A soft groan filled the room and Olivia whipped towards Alex, desperately struggling to control her rage. Alex blinked her blue eyes open and smiled softly when she saw Olivia. "Hey, Liv."
Olivia said nothing but grabbed the chart from the floor and stormed over to Alex and Alex swallowed hard when she saw the fury in her brown eyes. "Do you know who beat you?" Olivia demanded, her sharp angry voice making Alex flinch. Jeremy held the same tone when he was angry.
Alex swallowed hard, her mind whirring a million miles an hour. Jeremy had beat her so bad he had sent her to the hospital all because she had talked to an old friend from Law School; a happily married gay friend at that. He almost killed her because of his raging jealously then threatened to murder her if she told anybody. When he told her about a month into the relationship he would kill Alex if she even looked at another man when a guy in the bar they were at flirted harmlessly with her, Alex had thought it was simply the booze talking.
But he had proved his threatening words nearly right this morning when he had beaten her and assaulted her far worse than she ever expected. He wouldn't hesitate to kill her, even if she loved him with all of her heart. Alex knew if she out and out told, especially his mother, no one would believe her. The only remote possible way of getting Jeremy to pay for his crimes would be to tell Elliot who hated Alex's lover and investigate without telling Olivia. But even that was a long shot. She knew if she told Olivia or anyone else who beat her it would get around to Jeremy and he wouldn't hesitate to kill her
Plus, as much as she wanted to scream and shout and beat herself over the head a million times over for her weak explanation; she was still in love with him. Heaven save and forgive her for it, she loved Jeremy. She knew the excuse was weak and pathetic and she had been astounded at that same pitiful excuse that other used to defend their abusive husbands and boyfriends, she now knew just how tough it was to give up their abuser to the police. She was far too in love with him to send him to prison.
'But not enough' she thought with a shaky breath as she stared down at the soft blanket that was covering her bruised and broken body; a body that Jeremy had caused. She loved him far too much to give him up to the police but not enough to stay with him after what happened. She wouldn't put her life in danger for him. Not again…
Alex took a long shaky breath before she turned towards Olivia. She flinched as the heated gaze that Olivia was staring at her with. Alex shook her head, cursing herself for what she was about to say. "No. He wore a mask, I never saw his face."
Olivia's frenzied look didn't change at Alex's lie. Olivia held up the chart and glared down at the blonde. "Are you sure? Maybe it was a friend of yours who son is your 'romantic partner'."
Alex's mouth fell open as Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Olivia, I-."
"Do you deny it?" Olivia interrupted sharply.
Tears made their way down Alex's face. Her voice caught in her throat and she couldn't mange anything more then strangled gasps in a pathetic attempt to form words. Alex sobbed as she shook her head no.
"WHY!" screamed Olivia as she threw the chart to the floor with a loud echoing crash. Tears cascaded down her face. "He's my SON, Alex! Why would you do that to me! Why would you do that to HIM!"
"I'm sorry!" Alex sobbed desperately. "Olivia, please!"
"He's eighteen!" she cried. "How the hell long has this been going on! Did you rape him?"
"No!" Alex screamed back. "We never did anything until he was eighteen, I swear! I- I never even LOOKED at him or felt anything for him until he was eighteen! An- and he came onto me first, you gotta believe that!"
"HE'S EIGHTEEN!" roared Olivia. "It doesn't matter who came onto who first! You're supposed to be the fucking adult, not him! You're supposed to tell him no!"
Alex sat up in the bed, ignoring the intense pain in her ribs. "Liv, this isn't just a- a fling or meaningless sex! We feel something for each other! We love each other!"
Olivia's brown eyes widened past the point of no return. She stared at Alex for the longest time in implacable shock. Finally after a long moment Olivia's eyes narrowed into tiny irate slits once more. Her mouth opened and closed several times as if she was struggling to say the cruelest thing she could say to her.
She finally accomplished it.
"You disgust me," Olivia spat bitterly. "You never talk or look at me again and you stay the hell away from Jeremy. You're getting transferred out of SVU."
"Olivia-."
"Or I will make sure what you did to him will spread to each and every fucking person working with you. They're gonna know EXACTLY!" she jabbed her finger at her shaking with rage. "What kind of sick perverted person you really fucking are. Stay the hell out of our lives, Alex. We're done."
Without another word or gesture towards her former best friend, Olivia stormed out the room slamming the door as she left, leaving Alex sobbing behind her.
…
Jeremy took a long drag off his cigarette as he leaned against the ally wall, keeping it in the back of his mind to put the butt back in his bag when he was done. He knew they would test it for DNA if they found it at the scene of the crime.
He didn't wanna hurt Alex. Really he didn't. She was the best fuck he ever had and he had a lot of them…
If the bitch had just respected him, she wouldn't be lying in a hospital room right now or dead for that matter if she told a single soul that it was him who had beaten her. But it had to be done. She had gone and flirted and talked and probably fucked on the side that bastard in the coffee shop. She was lucky he gave her the permission to look at him much less be given the honor of fucking him yet she had gone and fucked other guys when he gave her everything she needed? It was wrong on so many different levels on her part…
He felt that familiar insufferable rage surrounded him, filling him up and comforting like a warm fire would wash over a freezing man. He smiled cruelly as he watched his soon to be victim talking merrily with some red headed bitch.
Kathleen Stabler was about to become the hunters' next prey…
As Jeremy saw the two embrace in a friendly goodbye hug he used the brick wall to put out his cigarette and stuff it into one of the smaller parts of his bag making sure to zip it tight after it.
Kathleen, with her final smile on her face, waved goodbye to the girl and walked towards Jeremy unknowing that he was waiting her in the dark abandoned ally right outside her out of the way apartment building.
His hands twitched with eagerness, his eyes darkened with lust. She was going to be an extra sweet piece of meat. He'd make her bastard father pay for daring to think he disrespect him the way he did and poor little Kathleen would be the one to pay the price for his mistakes…
He saw her inch closer and closer, her black purse swinging freely in the wind as she walked. The hunter bent down, preparing to pounce on his prey…
She passed him just at the edge when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the ally. Kathleen screamed and Jeremy threw his other hand over her mouth silencing her. "Scream and I kill you, cunt!" he snarled low in her ear with a cruel smirk knowing that no matter if she screamed or stayed silent the whole time he was taking her life tonight.
While her screaming stopped her struggling didn't. Kathleen threw her head back and he had just jerked his back in time to save himself from a busted nose. Jeremy chuckled low in her ear. "You're a feisty one aren't you? Don't worry. All you bitch's get broken in the fucking end."
Jeremy went to throw her down on the ground but Kathleen's foot formed a solid grounding and all he managed to do was jerk her body around. She went to twist around to get out of the iron clad clasp he had on her arm but he clutched tighter and mimicked the countermove before she was even half finished.
She twisted and jerked away from him and even Jeremy admitted he was having trouble even getting her down on the ground. No matter what move he made on her to subdue her she had her own to block him. But in the same sense no matter what move she tried to get him to release her he countered just as well as she had.
They were both equally matched, each having well trained cops for parents who taught them all they knew about self defense and fighting…
Jeremy shook off this minor inconvenience and reared his foot back and kicked her as hard as he could in the shin. Kathleen screamed as her legs buckled and Jeremy wasted no time as he threw her to the ground. She managed to squirm away from him for several moments but he grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her back towards him, ripping the pale thin fabric in the process.
He climbed on top of her and flipped her over so she was on her back facing him. Kathleen gasped as Jeremy slammed her still struggling arms above her head.
"Jeremy," she breathed, tears heavy in her voice and eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"
Jeremy chuckled as he watched her, her body twisting and turning beneath him, turning him on far more than any other of his prey.
He leaned down low, placing his lips next to her ear. He gently nibbled on her lobe, laughing as she cringed. "What I'm doing," he breathed, his disgusting ear hot against her, "Is fucking the shit out of your tight little pussy. Now shut up, and do as you're told; you pathetic little bitch. Don't fight, don't struggle, or you're dead."
As he let go of her arm to reach for his knife she moved faster then what he had expected. With a loud cry, Kathleen raked the side of his face and gouged at his eyes with her sharp nails.
Jeremy howled in pain as his hand went to his eye and cupped it with the hand that had been reaching for the knife. He felt his eye water but he didn't even bother to rid himself of the tears that were struggling to help heal him. That shit had fucking hurt!
He felt her inching out of his grasp. Struggling to ignore the, literally, blinding pain Kathleen had caused he reached down and grabbed her free arm and slammed it down. "You bitch!" he growled, his one eye already bloodshot and red. "You'll fucking pay!"
Jeremy brought her hands down and moved forward until his knees were resting on her wrists. With as much force as he could muster, letting all of his rage for not only her, but every woman out there who had ever hurt him out, he punched her as hard as he could in her eye.
Kathleen screamed as Jeremy hit her over and over. Never relenting, never stopping… Her eye exploded with pain and she screamed and begged him to stop as his fists flew faster with every punch. She was far past the point of being able to see anything but black by the time he had finished the first part of his torture.
Jeremy took several long deep breaths after he had finished, gasping for air. He was harder than ever before and Kathleen managed to feel his bulging erection against her stomach. Her sobs mixed with screams of pain as the salty tears touched her bleeding and bruised skin.
"Jere- Jeremy, please!" Kathleen managed to gasp through her sobs and screams. "Please don't do this! Please! Get OFF me!"
Jeremy took no heed to her desperate words as he reached in his pocket and pulled out his knife and held it to her throat. His hand shook so desperately that he left little droplets of blood on her pale neck. "Struggle," he snarled, "and you're fucking DEAD!"
He grabbed her wrists once more and shuffled back until he was at her center. Kathleen's sob shook the both of them but Jeremy ignored her tears as easy as if he were ignored the cockroach crawling beside them.
Jeremy released one of her wrists to reach for his bag and she struck just as she had before only this time she went for his locks of thick black hair. Jeremy screamed as both hands instantly flew to her hands and struggled to release himself from her grasp. With a loud desperate cry, Kathleen brought her knee up and kicked him as hard as he could in between his legs.
Jeremy opened his mouth to scream but no words came out. He was struggling to breathe as he felt everything on him slacken and she brought her palm up and smashed it against his nose with a sickening crunch.
A burst of blood splattered her and using every last ounce of strength she had left she reared back and punched him as hard as she could in his windpipe.
He gasped for air as his hand flew to his throat and his eyes bugged and his mouth open and closed several times as he struggled to breathe. He rolled off her and clutched his throat, struggling, and failing to take a breath.
Kathleen got up from the ground and, making sure to give him a hard kick to his now soft penis for good measure, she raced from the ally.
By the time he had caught his breath and recovered from the wounds she inflected on him, Kathleen was already in the back of an ambulance on her way to a hospital where her father was waiting for her…
Jeremy laid down on the ground for several long moments, to weak and too much in pain to even feel anger. All he wanted to do now was sleep for at least a week but Jeremy knew he couldn't lay here bleeding in this dirty ally all night. He had to get cleaned up and try to figure a way out of this mess that Kathleen had started.
Jeremy knew he couldn't go home. Alex may have been a well trained enough bitch to listen to him but Kathleen would tell her father who would then in turn kill him. Plus maybe once Kathleen told about her attack, Alex would use whatever bit of spirit she had left to feel such immense guilt that she could have stopped this if she had told he had been the one to attack her...
Jeremy groaned as he rolled over onto his stomach and managed to make it to his hands and knees. He took several strained breaths before he used the ally wall to help him stand up. He leaned against it, resting his bruised and battered face against the cool brick wall.
The walls were closing in on him. Everything he had planned for, everything he wanted, was unraveling fast. He needed to get away. Away from Manhattan, away from the Stabler's, away from SVU, but most importantly away from the wretched evil cunt who had started it all; his own mother.
Jeremy thought long and hard as he stood there. He had more than enough cash to rent some dirty dingy hotel room for at least a month, out of the way where no one would see it. No one would find him; no one around him would know his name. He just needed one thing to make it absolutely perfect…
His little blonde bitch, Alex.
Jeremy would go to the hospital she was in, tell her to go with him, she would without question, and he would have her there to cook, clean, and fuck him; the only three things women were put on this earth to do for men. They were also there to ruin their lives and destroy men from the inside out but in his case it would be different. It would be HE who destroyed her life. It would be Jeremy's turn to make her wake up every night screaming in fear with her tears choking her. Alex would be the one ruined, not him…
Jeremy managed a bloody smile at the thought of it. Normally this kind of glee would be just enough to send him on the trail of his next prey but Kathleen had ruined it for him. For tonight at least. He groaned as he pushed off the wall and stumbled to his car he parked next to the ally and drove off into the night…
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