A/N: Dreamer1293, I am so sorry about the wait. My father got a concussion and I have been taking care of him. I am seriously sick of spending a lot of time and hard work on chapter after chapter and no one reviewing. It is one of the most frustrating and upsetting things ever. I feel like quitting ( Well here is another chappie
Emily walked out of the child's interview room. She rubbed her eyes. She had seen girls break down in that exact room, seen crack whores, been shot but, that was one of the hardest things she had ever done.
Emily is the mother of a young boy, around Paul's age. She hated seeing all children cry but something about the young male had pulled on her heart strings. She hated seeing such a young boy have to deal with such a serious problem. It was a heart wrenching, childhood ruining, faith corrupting problem that Paul had to deal with the rest of his life.
Emily turned to Odafin and Elliot. "Let's go get some lunch" she said walking to her desk in the lobby. She grabbed a light colored coat and threw it on. "Were we going" asked Fin. "Anywhere but here" Emily replied with all seriousness.
Elliot, Fin and Emily walked out of the station and onto the street. "Where's your car" asked Fin confused by the fact that they were walking.
Emily let out a laugh; the laugh was forced and seemed insincere. "Come on Fin this town has about ten blocks and the rest is farmland, it won't kill you to walk." "You'd be surprised" Elliot said laughing.
"How about this place" Emily asked pointing to an old fashioned diner.
"Why not" replied Elliot. Fin just shrugged and followed Emily into the diner. "Hey George, how's Ethel" Emily stopped turning to an elderly man. "She is great" The man smiled from ear to ear. "How is Arthur" the old man inquired. "Oh he is great. I heard about your son. I am sorry" Emily gave George an apologetic smile.
"When you make a shitty decision that's what happens" The archaic mans face fell, then rose shortly after, "How is Francis? He is such a sweet boy." Emily smiled, "He is wonderful, he got the lead part in the play." Emily beamed with pride.
"Oh, 'Oklahoma'?" George smiled, "When I was young and not so brittle I was a lead in a play. That's how I met Ethel" The man looked as though he was reminiscing. "Well gotta go George, we got city idiots here" Emily said pointing to the men from Manhattan. George laughed and said his good-byes walking out of the diner.
"So now we are city idiots?" Fin asked a small smirk playing at his lips. "No, you were always city idiots or as we lovingly refer to you as, city it's" Emily laughed at the men's puzzlement.
"What the hell does that mean" Elliot asked his eyebrow furrowed in confusion. "City idiots in a smaller form, thing" Emily laughed at her own explanation. She remembered when she was in sixth grade and got an award for her awesomely horrible explanations.
"Hey Wilma" Emily said when the waitress came over. "Oh hello Emily. Who are these lovely men?" "Elliot Stabler and Odafin Tutuola" Emily said pointing to both men when their names came up. "Odafin Tutuola", Wilma said trying it on for size, "That's a mouth full." The woman laughed. She was a plump woman, but pleasant. She liked to call her self pleasantly plump.
"Well, what would you guy's like for a drink" Wilma asked pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. When an urgent chorus of "coffee" came out of the detectives Wilma laughed went to go get their coffee.
"Were do you guys think we should start on the case" asked Emily taking a sip of coffee. "We need to talk to the mom. If we are lucky the boyfriend might be at the house when we get there" Elliot replied looking up from the menu he had his nose in. "What if they have broken up" Fin retorted playing with the sugar packets in the container next to the wall.
"Crap, we can't let the mom know that it could possibly be an ex flame that has raped her son." Emily said running her fingers from end to end in her hair. Elliot nodded in agreement. "Are you saying that this woman would side with her ex lover instead of her son" Fin asked.
"Fin your forgetting an important factor here; she is a single mother. She had her son when she was sixteen. She has spent most of her life alone" Emily replied looking into her coffee and watching the coffee move in swirls. Fin looked at Emily, "She had him at sixteen?" "Yeah, no one knows who the father is. She would never tell any one" Emily replied as if it had any significance.
"Could she have been raped" asked Elliot looking from Fin to Emily. "Anything is possible in this case" replied Emily. "Did you go to school with her?" asked Elliot. "No but my brother did." Emily replied.
Wilma walked over to the table, "Can I take your order?" Emily was in deep thought so she jumped when Wilma spoke. Emily let out a nervous laugh. "I'll have waffles" Emily said. "Pancakes please" Fin said smiling at Wilma. "Can I have eggs and wheat toast" asked Elliot. Wilma nodded and walked into the kitchen.
"Would your brother now who the father of the boy is" asked Elliot. "Maybe, but my brother wasn't the most popular of kids" Emily shuddered remembering the year that their house had been sabotaged on Cabbage Night. "It wouldn't kill to ask" Fin said.
"I guess not" replied Emily. Wilma came out with their food. Three "thank-you's" greeted Wilma. She was tickled pink and she smiled, "No problem, if there is anything else you need just call."
"I wish life was like that," Emily said when Wilma left, "If you ever needed anything, you just had to call."
