My Son

Summary: Elliot's son is in trouble, but he doesn't know how to get him out of this. Will he risk his job to save his son? Of course he will!

Disclaimer: That bastard Dick Wolf stole my idea and totally changed everything! Just kidding, really, I own nothing.


I hate hiding.

I hate lying to everyone. Telling them something but feeling something else. I play football, and play pranks, I flirt with girls. But that's not me. Don't get me wrong, I love playing football, and playing pranks is every freshman boys' favorite past time. Especially against the teachers. But that's not all I am.

I'm lying in bed, with you next to me. I hold your cheek in my hand. You look beautiful. You grab my hand and kiss my palm. I smile. "How you feeling?" You ask me.

"Sore," I say honestly. "Great."

"First time hurts like a bitch. It'll calm down soon." You pat my arm in comfort. "You'll be OK."

"I know,I feel kind of weird though."

"Maybe we shouldn't have gone to fast," you say, I shrug it off.

"Had to happen eventually. I'm glad it happened with you." You laugh.

"Fag!" you yell. I laugh, even though it hurts slightly.

"I think we've established this by now." You smile and kiss me. "Dickie" my smile fades and my stomach turns to knots. I can't believe I'm doing this. What the hell is wrong with me! "I love you." Your smile fades as well. I knew it. I shouldn't have said something. I made a mistake. You get up and start to get dressed.

"I'm sorry," I say, putting my boxers on. "I just thought," I stop. What did I think? I thought I was making a huge mistake.

"Jay, look, this thing we got here, is just that, a thing. Nothing more! So you can stop making puppy dog eyes at me in class, and writing me those emails, alright, my sister saw those, you know what she said? What she called me?" I shake my head. "A freak. She threatened to tell my parents! Do you have any idea what me father is like?"

"I'm sorry!" I pull my shirt over my head. You're pulling at your clothes so hard I'm surprised they haven't ripped yet.

"I don't care! Look I'm not a fag aright." I laugh out loud at this.

"Give me a fucking break!"

"What!"

"In case you haven't noticed, most guys don't fuck other guys."

"Don't start!"

"You're gay." I step closer. "This whole thing," I make circles with my arm, indicating everything we just did. "Means you're gay."

"I don't take it in the ass."

"You sucked my dick. What'd you do? Pretend I was your girlfriend?"

"Fuck you!"

"You already did that." You hit me. Hard. I fall back. I just laugh as I wipe off the blood. "I didn't know you liked it rough." You hit me again. I keep laughing. So you keep hitting me, trying to make me shut up. But I keep on laughing.The pain is unbearble butI don't care.I hide it,I laugh.Sojust hit harder, and I laugh harder.You kick me in the stomach and I cough up blood.

"That all you got fag?" You pick me up and the last thing I see is the wall coming closer to my face.

I still love you.