Detective Dani Beck strode into the precinct. Everyone looked up as she took her seat at Olivia's desk. It was empty, and it technically wasn't hers anymore, but Elliot couldn't think of it any other way. "Hey, Stabler," she said. "Miss me?"
He didn't say anything. He had missed her, but she wasn't Olivia, and she never would be. "Hey, Dani," he managed.
She took her coat off and hung it on the back of the desk chair. "So, what case are we working on?"
The emphasis she placed on we bothered Elliot for some reason. He sighed and handed Dani a file folder. "Open rape. Sixteen-year-old girl, says it was her stepfather, stepfather says she's lying. Says she was making it up because she was sleeping with her boyfriend and didn't want to get into trouble. No evidence of a rape even occurring. Broken hymen, vaginal tearing, but no semen. Typical he said, she said."
Dani leafed through the folder. "Right. Well, did you interview the boyfriend?"
Elliot resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He did have some experience in this field – more than Dani did, anyway. "Yes. He says they never had sex, but here's the thing. He's eighteen. So he might be saying it to protect himself from a stat rape charge."
Dani shrugged. "Okay. How about I go talk to him? Maybe I can get something out of him."
Elliot smirked. "Go ahead."
That was Dani, overzealous as ever.
