Bridget walked into the Stabler house and hung her coat on the coat rack in the foyer. Maureen followed.
"So where do you want to go study? Kitchen table or in my room? You are staying the night, aren't you? It is Friday after all."
"Kitchen table is fine. I really need to talk to your father about my case and some other stuff and I don't think you want him coming into your room. Besides, we'll be closer to the food." She laughed.
As the girls sat down and Bridg began to explain elemental properties and how they can combine Maureen's brain turned to mush.
"Bridg, can we take a break. I think I hear dad so you can talk to him and I can try to recover from this assault on my brain."
Elliot called through the house wondering if anyone was home yet. Maureen and Bridget answered back that they were in the kitchen and the only ones home.
Elliot walked into the kitchen rolling up his sleeves, taking off his tie (he had been in court that day) and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. Bridget let out a fairly audible gasp.
"What was that? You okay?" Elliot asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine; it was just a stomach pain. I think we ate too much snack food." She grinned.
"I'm ready to talk about what happened if you'd like. Maur needs to rest her poor brain anyway, right Maur?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Maureen grumbled.
Elliot led Bridget into the living room and shut the doors to allow them some privacy and telling Maureen not to disturb them unless it was a "real emergency".
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"So he just kept yelling and pounding into me and well... you know the rest. That's mainly all that happened. What all do I need to do in court?"
"Tell them exactly what you told me. But leave out the part about your 'preferences'. They might try to say that it was consensual because of that."
"That is bullshit!" She shot up out of the comfortable couch where she and Elliot had been sitting. "NO ONE asks for something like this. You told me that!" She sunk back onto the couch and began to cry.
Elliot leaned over her and put his arms around her and began to rub her back. "Shh... shh... it's all right, love. It'll be fine. We'll put him away. I promise. He'll pay for what he did and he will never hurt anyone again. I promise. God I promise. Shh..." Elliot pulled away to look her in the eyes. He took her hand and wiped her tears. He slowly leaned forward.
What the fucking hell am I doing? This is a child! Maureen's friend for God's Sake! God, but I want her so bad. And she's not pulling away. What?
Bridget leaned further in to close the distance between them. "I want this... you." She breathed. Elliot didn't know what to think or do, or say. He just let cover his mouth with hers.
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As Elliot felt the remnants of the ice cold water in her mouth that she had been drinking during her talk with him, he was pulled back to his senses. He broke the kiss.
"God, Bridg. I'm so sorry. You have no idea. I'm not better than the person that did that to you. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your state. I think you had better talk to Munch about your case. Again, I'm so sorry."
"Elliot." She reached out to pull him back onto the couch. "I was the one that closed the gap. I want it too. I shouldn't, I know that. But I do."
"Still. I should go." he rose from the couch. "I think Maureen needs some more help. Are you staying the night?"
"Do you want me to?" she challenged.
"I don't think I could control myself if I knew you were in the next room, so if you do, stay in Maureen's room, all right?"
"Sure Elliot. I'll do whatever you would like."
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