Part Seven
Back at the Precinct, in holding room two, Olivia sat across from Jerry, as Fin stood in the corner behind her. They had been in and out of that room for more than two hours. Which, judging by regular occurrences, was nothing unusual. But they were getting tired of not getting the answers they wanted.
"You know what we need, Jerry. Just tell us the truth, where were you last night?" Asked Fin from the corner.
"I was with Rita."
"Yeah but where?"
"We were just out. Around town and stuff. Hangin' out, I don't know."
"Well start knowing." Olivia said standing and walking out of the room, followed by Fin. "He's gonna keep putting up a fight until we find out more information."
They walked on, talking, when they got to the counter of coffee a ways down the hall.
"Well, I think I'll go back to the computers to look for some more family. You gonna go back in?"
"Yeah. Call me if you find something." Fin parted ways with the tired detective, and Olivia turned to make her way for the room again when Casey approached.
"I think we got a problem. I just passed Elliot in the hall. He asked where you were and I told him you were interrogating in one."
Olivia knew no good could come from this. Elliot wasn't ready to be back here and anyone he saw, who might have seemed suspect, would spark rage. She darted for the room only to open the door and see Elliot holding the boy against the wall.
"Elliot!" She called to him, vastly walking over and trying to get him to let go.
"Who is this guy? He's crazy get him off me!"
"You wanna know who I am?" Elliot started, slowly setting the boy to freedom at the chair that he came from. "I'm a man who just had his world crushed. My daughters were killed and my wife was gang-raped because some punks thought it would be fun!" Elliot felt the tears coming but he choked them back and continued. "What would you do, and how would you feel if someone attacked the ones you loved. Torturing them and sucking the life out until everyone else is feeling dead inside." Leaning toward the boy, Elliot finished his argument. "If I find out you have anything to do with this, I'll make sure you get the needle…personally."
Elliot stood straight, turning to Olivia and giving her a look of pain. Then, exiting the room and rushing down the halls, he was met by Cragen.
"Elliot. Can I see you in my office?"
"Look, Captain, I…I…" Struggling for words knowing he wasn't happy about the outburst, Cragen spoke to his rescue.
"Come on."
And with that, Elliot and Cragen went into the office. He spent a good while in there talking and Olivia assumed drastic measures were being taken. As she stood at her desk, facing the office door, she thought long and hard about the situation. What if Elliot left? Who would she be partnered with? And more importantly, would he ever recover?
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"Olivia." Fin called out to the woman who rested in a bed. She took a break from the boy who wouldn't talk. She hated the fact there was no lead so she took the option of rest while she still could.
"What is it?" She responded quietly.
"The boy talked. We got the other two involved. Thought you'd wanna do the questioning."
Olivia entered the room where one of the boys sat with his lawyer, Mathew Braden. The kid was dressed almost the same as Jerry, but his looks were more rugged.
"Trent Taten?"
"Yes, and I'm Mathew Braden. You can direct all your questions for my client to me."
"Wait, Taten? As in Judge Patricia Taten?
"She's my mother, yes." Trent replied rudely.
Taken aback, Olivia was shocked to hear, yet again, that this boy had a relative in a government field. This was a connection and she knew it. Now all she had to do was brake them in.
So, after a long time of asking questions in which received any answers, she made her way to the room next door to do an overview with the Captain and Fin.
"We got a confession." Came the voice of Fin who had been questioning the fourth boy in the room over.
"And let me guess. He's got a relative we know of." Olivia said blatantly. She had it all figured out, it seemed.
"Yeah. The step-brother of out very own CSU Tech Burt Trevor. We got a connection with all of them now?"
"Yeah."
"Then lets get them for conspiracy. It'll hold them for now."
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Ok, in the next few parts I'll be skipping over a whhhole bunch of law lingo. So, bear with me, I'm a fan not a professional! And thanks for your support guys!
