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Plaza Hotel New York, New York
Olivia and Elliot walked quickly down the hallway, followed close behind by detective John Smith. "What room is it again?" asked Elliot looking back at Jeff.
"1192" replied Jeff, as he stopped behind the two.
"Juan Robertson," said Olivia loudly, "NYPD open up."
They sad there for a few seconds and then they began to hear the click of the dead bolt unlocking.
"How can I help you officers?" asked a man with a thick accent as he opened the door.
"We have a few questions to ask about your wife," replied Elliot, "Can we come in."
"Yes of course, my wife. That is why I am in New York.come in." As he was saying this his eyes came into view with the detective standing behind them.
"Detective Smith," Juan said frowning, "What is Chicago's slimiest doing here?"
"You know why I'm here Robertson," said Jeff smiling, "To catch you in the act and put you away for a long time, you killing your wife just makes my job easier." By now he was up in Juan's face and Elliot stepped between them.
"Easy both of you," said Elliot, "Jeff sit down."
Jeff gave Elliot an evil glare and sat down next to Olivia who had already settled herself onto a couch. "So I guess you don't fight all his battles for him," whispered Jeff to Olivia.
Olivia glared at him and then started in on her questioning, "When was the last time you saw your wife Mr. Robertson?"
"Why don't you ask Detective Smith there," said Juan, "He was probably spying on us."
"Spying on you isn't my idea of a good time Robertson," said Jeff, "It's my job, now answer the damn question."
"It was about four days ago, right before she left for New York, I took her to the airport to put her on my plane." "Why was your wife in New York?" asked Elliot sitting on the other side of Olivia. It made her feel like a mother separating two fighting children; you could have cut the tension with a knife.
"She often came here on business.at least that's what she told me," replied Juan pouring himself a drink.
"You didn't believe her?" continued Elliot.
"You know how women are, you cannot trust them; no offence," he added looking at Olivia.
"What kind of business we your wife in?" asked Olivia.
"Fashion," said Juan and Jeff simultaneously.
Elliot looked over at Jeff with a questioning eye. He'd been surprised that Juan had known Jeff, even though Jeff was on his case. Usually narcotics cases were kept a little more on the down low. He was also surprised that he knew so much about Sheila Robertson, he was definitely hiding something.
"So her apartment," said Olivia, "did you pay the rent?"
"What apartment?" questioned Juan.
"Don't play dumb Robertson," said Jeff jumping up, "the apartment she lived in when she was here, the one that you took her from when you raped and murdered her."
"Hey you little piece of scum," said Juan getting in Jeff's face, "my wife and I may not have always had the best of relationships, but I wouldn't kill her.and you know that you bastard."
"Jeff, how about you and I step outside," said Elliot jumping up and grabbing him by the jacket, "you need to cool off."
Jeff reluctantly went with Elliot outside of the hotel. "What the hell was that about?" asked Jeff shaking Elliot's hand off his jacket. "I had him in there."
"You had nothing you ass," said Elliot pointing his finger into Jeff's chest. "All you were doing was pissing him off and ruining my case."
"This is my case Stabler, not yours."
"Listen, Liv and I have been working our asses off to catch rapists in this city, you've been here for two days, this is NOT your case."
"What's this really about Elliot?" asked Jeff looking at him, "worried I'm stepping on your toes, or are you more worried about me stepping on something else."
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Elliot.
"Olivia." Said Jeff, "Her and I have a serious past and that drives you nuts."
"I don't care about your past," said Elliot defensively, "you stay the hell away from her, the last thing she needs is to be hurt by a punk like you."
"Hurt by me?" asked Jeff, "she never got black eyes when I was dating her."
Elliot pulled his arm back and got ready to take a swing at Jeff when Olivia walked about the door.
"What the hell is going on out here???"
Plaza Hotel New York, New York
Olivia and Elliot walked quickly down the hallway, followed close behind by detective John Smith. "What room is it again?" asked Elliot looking back at Jeff.
"1192" replied Jeff, as he stopped behind the two.
"Juan Robertson," said Olivia loudly, "NYPD open up."
They sad there for a few seconds and then they began to hear the click of the dead bolt unlocking.
"How can I help you officers?" asked a man with a thick accent as he opened the door.
"We have a few questions to ask about your wife," replied Elliot, "Can we come in."
"Yes of course, my wife. That is why I am in New York.come in." As he was saying this his eyes came into view with the detective standing behind them.
"Detective Smith," Juan said frowning, "What is Chicago's slimiest doing here?"
"You know why I'm here Robertson," said Jeff smiling, "To catch you in the act and put you away for a long time, you killing your wife just makes my job easier." By now he was up in Juan's face and Elliot stepped between them.
"Easy both of you," said Elliot, "Jeff sit down."
Jeff gave Elliot an evil glare and sat down next to Olivia who had already settled herself onto a couch. "So I guess you don't fight all his battles for him," whispered Jeff to Olivia.
Olivia glared at him and then started in on her questioning, "When was the last time you saw your wife Mr. Robertson?"
"Why don't you ask Detective Smith there," said Juan, "He was probably spying on us."
"Spying on you isn't my idea of a good time Robertson," said Jeff, "It's my job, now answer the damn question."
"It was about four days ago, right before she left for New York, I took her to the airport to put her on my plane." "Why was your wife in New York?" asked Elliot sitting on the other side of Olivia. It made her feel like a mother separating two fighting children; you could have cut the tension with a knife.
"She often came here on business.at least that's what she told me," replied Juan pouring himself a drink.
"You didn't believe her?" continued Elliot.
"You know how women are, you cannot trust them; no offence," he added looking at Olivia.
"What kind of business we your wife in?" asked Olivia.
"Fashion," said Juan and Jeff simultaneously.
Elliot looked over at Jeff with a questioning eye. He'd been surprised that Juan had known Jeff, even though Jeff was on his case. Usually narcotics cases were kept a little more on the down low. He was also surprised that he knew so much about Sheila Robertson, he was definitely hiding something.
"So her apartment," said Olivia, "did you pay the rent?"
"What apartment?" questioned Juan.
"Don't play dumb Robertson," said Jeff jumping up, "the apartment she lived in when she was here, the one that you took her from when you raped and murdered her."
"Hey you little piece of scum," said Juan getting in Jeff's face, "my wife and I may not have always had the best of relationships, but I wouldn't kill her.and you know that you bastard."
"Jeff, how about you and I step outside," said Elliot jumping up and grabbing him by the jacket, "you need to cool off."
Jeff reluctantly went with Elliot outside of the hotel. "What the hell was that about?" asked Jeff shaking Elliot's hand off his jacket. "I had him in there."
"You had nothing you ass," said Elliot pointing his finger into Jeff's chest. "All you were doing was pissing him off and ruining my case."
"This is my case Stabler, not yours."
"Listen, Liv and I have been working our asses off to catch rapists in this city, you've been here for two days, this is NOT your case."
"What's this really about Elliot?" asked Jeff looking at him, "worried I'm stepping on your toes, or are you more worried about me stepping on something else."
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Elliot.
"Olivia." Said Jeff, "Her and I have a serious past and that drives you nuts."
"I don't care about your past," said Elliot defensively, "you stay the hell away from her, the last thing she needs is to be hurt by a punk like you."
"Hurt by me?" asked Jeff, "she never got black eyes when I was dating her."
Elliot pulled his arm back and got ready to take a swing at Jeff when Olivia walked about the door.
"What the hell is going on out here???"