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Author's notes: I hope you like. Got this idea while in the shower.
Chapter 26
Three months had passed, and Mark Cane had yet to make a move on his prey. He was getting more clever; only going out when the city was asleep.
Meanwhile, Olivia frowned as she kneeled, hovering over the dead body of a girl, who could be no more than sixteen. She shook her head in disgust as she stood up from the ground to face her partner, who had returned to the job just about two weeks ago.
"Any id on the girl?" Elliot asked in a soft solemn whisper.
She shook her head, her brown locks falling in her face. "No." she whispered.
He sighed softly, running his hand over his face. "She's just a child." He murmured softly, closing his eyes. He hated these cases, where minors were involved; the cases were never easy.
The tan man, Ryan, waved the detectives over to him, where he stood, gloves on, examining a suspicious piece of paper, which had been found not too far from the scene of the crime.
Taking a deep breath, Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson slowly walked over to the man. Elliot glanced over the man's shoulder, and frowned softly, not understanding what he was looking at.
"What are we looking at, Ryan?" He asked, glancing up into the man's eyes.
With a gloved finger, he pointed at a drop of blood on the edge of the paper. "This. The paper must have gave our perp a cut-"
Olivia interrupted with a question. "So, you probably have his DNA?"
He nodded as he bagged the note in an evidence bag. "I'll let you two know when the results are in."
Elliot nodded as he and his partner turned and walked over to the NYPD issued police sudan.
Once inside the comfy warm atmosphere of the car, the detectives slowly pulled their seat belts forward, strapping themselves in.
Olivia glanced at her partner, and she furrowed her brows, sensing that it was more than this case that was bugging her partner. "El?" she murmured, gently, not wanting to spook him.
He glanced up slowly, not saying a word.
"El?" she repeated softly, extending her left hand and she placed it on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
He shut his eyes with a soft sigh. "Liv." he croaked. "It's him. I know it."
She shook her head; his words refused to click inside her brain. "What?" she whispered.
He opened his eyes, which were crowded with unshed tears. "Mark." he whispered. "It has to be Mark."
Olivia's throat felt dry; she had never seen her partner cry before, and to be honest, it wasn't right. Elliot Stabler wasn't supposed to cry, and especially not in front of her. She shook her head as she looked away, stubbornly. "No."
He sighed softly, gritting his teeth as he replied. "Liv…please, just listen-"
Her eyes flashed dangerously, and she snapped "El, he hasn't hit in three whole months… Three whole freaking months, El! What would make him hit now? Huh? And a teen? El, isn't she a bit too young to fit his type?"
Elliot bit his tongue to hold back a remark, which he would regret, and remained silent as he turned away, eyes focused now on the road as he pushed his foot lightly against the accelerator, and begun to drive away from the scene.
Author's notes:
Hope you enjoy this! Enjoy it. I'm busy with school. So you enjoy this.