Chapter 4
*Previously: They entered and went straight up to 5B. What they saw, caught them both off guard. *
6:15 PM
"What the hell?" Elliot asked Olivia.
"I have no idea." She replied.
Olivia's father was sitting on the sofa, with a 9 mm gun in his hand.
"Took you long enough" He said, coldly. "And who's this pretty little lady?"
"Your daughter, Olivia." Elliot said.
"Olivia? Sweet little Olivia?" Her father, John, asked, standing up and grabbing her wrist.
She pulled him off and said icily, "Don't touch me. And I am not little or sweet. I'm a cop and here to arrest you." Olivia snapped, taking his gun.
"What?"
"Jonathan Benson, you are under arrest for the rape and murder of Alexis O'Connor. You have the right to remain silent. If you choose to waive that right, anything you say and do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.." Elliot read him his rights, while Olivia cuffed him.
"Olivia, sweetie, you cant do this."
"Actually I can. And where you're going you ain't gonna see the light of day for the rest of your miserable life. This is your 3rd felony, which means life in prison with no chance of parole."
Before he could protest, they dragged him from his rundown apartment, to Elliot's car, and to Rikers where he had mug shots taken, stripped of possessions and put into custody.
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Hours later, the interrogation room at the prison. (I know this is different then the show but it will make sense.
A buzzer sounded and the door swung open and a guard led Olivia's father into the small room and sat him at the table then left. The door clicked shut loudly.
"Olivia, you have to get me out of here. Its only been a few hours but this place is torture" her father begged, grabbing her hand.
She yanked it away and moved her chair as far away from him as possible, without leaving the table.
After a half hour of what Olivia called heinous torture they left the prison and drove back into the city.
On the freeway going back into the city. 7:20 PM
"Liv?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you say to going out to a club and dancing and drinking till the early morning? I mean its Friday after all."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"That's my girl. Its called, Club Bonanza, right on 120th and Madison Avenue. Its new."
"Lets go. Ah, right after we file the report."
"No, we can do that later. I'm ready to club. This will be my first time since.well. So long."
"Okay, have a hernia, why don't ya. Lets go."
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Club Bonanza, New York City, NY. 7:35 PM
They entered the club and a bouncer stopped Olivia.
"I want you to dance on the stage."
"Go on, Liv. It'll be fun."
"Okay."
'I like big butts' started, loud.
Oh....my... God. Becky, look at her butt,uh! it is so big. She looks like one of those rap guy's girlfriends. But, uh, y'know, Who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, okay. I mean, her butt! It's just so.. Big. I can't believe it's just so.. Round. It's, like, out there. I mean, gross. Look! She's just so... Black!
I like big butts an' I cannot lie. You otha brothas can't deny. That when a girl walks in wit' a itty bitty waist an' A round thing in yo' face. You get SPRUNG. Wanna pull up tough, cuz you notice that butt was STUFFED. Deep in the jeans she's wearin'. I'm hooked an' I can't stop starin'. Oh baby, I wanna get wit' ya, An' take yo' picta. My homeboys tried to warn me. But that butt you got makes me so horny. Ooh, rumpled smooth skin. You say you wanna Get in ma Benz? Well, use me, use me, Cuz you ain't that average groupy.
Olivia started to shake it on the stage, encouraged by the crowd.
I seen her dancin', To Hell wit' romancin'. She's sweat. Wet. Got it goin' like a Turbo 'Vette. I'm tired o' magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing. Take the average black man and ask him that. She gotta pack much back. So fella's (YEAH), fella's (YEAH), Does your girlfrien' got the butt? (HELL, YEAH) So tell 'em to shake it (SHAKE IT), Shake it (SHAKE IT) Shake that healthy butt. Baby got back. (L.A. back with a Oakland booty.) Baby got back. (L.A. back with a Oakland booty.) (L.A. back with a Oakland booty.)
Olivia jumped off stage and walked in between the 2 crowds, down the center to the beat, starting the robot and other dances.
I like 'em round and big, An' when I'm throwin' a gig, I jus' can't help maself, I'm actin' like an animal. Now here's ma scandal, I wanna get ya home an' UH, Double up, uh, uh. I ain' talkin' about Playboy, 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys. I wan' 'em real thick an' juicy. So fin' that juicy double. Mix Alot's in trouble, Beggin' for a piece o' that bubble. So I'm lookin' at rock videos. Watchin' these bimbos Walkin' like hoes. You can have them bimbos. I'll keep my women like Flo Jo. A word to tha thick soul sistas, I wanna get wit' ya. I won' cuss, o' hit ya. But I gotta be straight When I say I wanna... Til' the break o' dawn, Baby, got it goin' on, A lot o' pimps won't like this song, Cause them punks like to hit it an' quit it, An' I'd ratha stay an' play, Cuz I'm long, and I'm strong, An' I'm down to get the friction on. So, ladies (YEAH) ladies (YEAH), Do you wanna roll ma Mercedes? (YEAH) Then turn aroun', stick it out, Even white boys got ta shout. Baby got back. Baby got back!
"Woooo!" Olivia yelled, feeling the rythym, and yaking Elliot out to dance with her.
"Olivia!" He yelled over the noise.
"You dragged me here so I get to drag you on the floor" She yelled back.
Yeah baby. When it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nuthin' to do with ma selection. 36-24-36. Only is she's 5' 3".
So yo girlfriend drives a Honda, Playin' workout tapes by Fonda, But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back o' her Honda. My anaconda don't want want none, Unless you got buns, hun. You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don' lose that butt. Some brothas wanna play that hard role, And tell ya that butt ain' gol', So they toss it, an' leave it, An' I pull up quick to retrive it. So Cosmo says yo' fat, Well, I ain' down wit' that. 'Cause yo waist is small an' you're curves are kickin', An' I'm thinkin' about stickin'. To the beanpole dames in the magazines. You ain't it Miss Thang. Gimme a sista, can't resist ha, Red beans an' rice didn' miss ha. Some knucklehead tried to diss. Cuz his girls are on ma lis', He had game but he chose to hit 'em, An' I pull up quick to get wit' 'em. So ladies if tha butt is round, An' you wanna XXX slow down, Call 1-900-MIX-ALOT, An kick them nasty thought', Baby got back. Baby got back.
Little in tha middle but you got much back. Little in tha middle but you got much back.
And Olivia wasn't drunk.yet
A/N: Sorry so long, review now please. =D
*Previously: They entered and went straight up to 5B. What they saw, caught them both off guard. *
6:15 PM
"What the hell?" Elliot asked Olivia.
"I have no idea." She replied.
Olivia's father was sitting on the sofa, with a 9 mm gun in his hand.
"Took you long enough" He said, coldly. "And who's this pretty little lady?"
"Your daughter, Olivia." Elliot said.
"Olivia? Sweet little Olivia?" Her father, John, asked, standing up and grabbing her wrist.
She pulled him off and said icily, "Don't touch me. And I am not little or sweet. I'm a cop and here to arrest you." Olivia snapped, taking his gun.
"What?"
"Jonathan Benson, you are under arrest for the rape and murder of Alexis O'Connor. You have the right to remain silent. If you choose to waive that right, anything you say and do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.." Elliot read him his rights, while Olivia cuffed him.
"Olivia, sweetie, you cant do this."
"Actually I can. And where you're going you ain't gonna see the light of day for the rest of your miserable life. This is your 3rd felony, which means life in prison with no chance of parole."
Before he could protest, they dragged him from his rundown apartment, to Elliot's car, and to Rikers where he had mug shots taken, stripped of possessions and put into custody.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hours later, the interrogation room at the prison. (I know this is different then the show but it will make sense.
A buzzer sounded and the door swung open and a guard led Olivia's father into the small room and sat him at the table then left. The door clicked shut loudly.
"Olivia, you have to get me out of here. Its only been a few hours but this place is torture" her father begged, grabbing her hand.
She yanked it away and moved her chair as far away from him as possible, without leaving the table.
After a half hour of what Olivia called heinous torture they left the prison and drove back into the city.
On the freeway going back into the city. 7:20 PM
"Liv?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you say to going out to a club and dancing and drinking till the early morning? I mean its Friday after all."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"That's my girl. Its called, Club Bonanza, right on 120th and Madison Avenue. Its new."
"Lets go. Ah, right after we file the report."
"No, we can do that later. I'm ready to club. This will be my first time since.well. So long."
"Okay, have a hernia, why don't ya. Lets go."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Club Bonanza, New York City, NY. 7:35 PM
They entered the club and a bouncer stopped Olivia.
"I want you to dance on the stage."
"Go on, Liv. It'll be fun."
"Okay."
'I like big butts' started, loud.
Oh....my... God. Becky, look at her butt,uh! it is so big. She looks like one of those rap guy's girlfriends. But, uh, y'know, Who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, okay. I mean, her butt! It's just so.. Big. I can't believe it's just so.. Round. It's, like, out there. I mean, gross. Look! She's just so... Black!
I like big butts an' I cannot lie. You otha brothas can't deny. That when a girl walks in wit' a itty bitty waist an' A round thing in yo' face. You get SPRUNG. Wanna pull up tough, cuz you notice that butt was STUFFED. Deep in the jeans she's wearin'. I'm hooked an' I can't stop starin'. Oh baby, I wanna get wit' ya, An' take yo' picta. My homeboys tried to warn me. But that butt you got makes me so horny. Ooh, rumpled smooth skin. You say you wanna Get in ma Benz? Well, use me, use me, Cuz you ain't that average groupy.
Olivia started to shake it on the stage, encouraged by the crowd.
I seen her dancin', To Hell wit' romancin'. She's sweat. Wet. Got it goin' like a Turbo 'Vette. I'm tired o' magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing. Take the average black man and ask him that. She gotta pack much back. So fella's (YEAH), fella's (YEAH), Does your girlfrien' got the butt? (HELL, YEAH) So tell 'em to shake it (SHAKE IT), Shake it (SHAKE IT) Shake that healthy butt. Baby got back. (L.A. back with a Oakland booty.) Baby got back. (L.A. back with a Oakland booty.) (L.A. back with a Oakland booty.)
Olivia jumped off stage and walked in between the 2 crowds, down the center to the beat, starting the robot and other dances.
I like 'em round and big, An' when I'm throwin' a gig, I jus' can't help maself, I'm actin' like an animal. Now here's ma scandal, I wanna get ya home an' UH, Double up, uh, uh. I ain' talkin' about Playboy, 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys. I wan' 'em real thick an' juicy. So fin' that juicy double. Mix Alot's in trouble, Beggin' for a piece o' that bubble. So I'm lookin' at rock videos. Watchin' these bimbos Walkin' like hoes. You can have them bimbos. I'll keep my women like Flo Jo. A word to tha thick soul sistas, I wanna get wit' ya. I won' cuss, o' hit ya. But I gotta be straight When I say I wanna... Til' the break o' dawn, Baby, got it goin' on, A lot o' pimps won't like this song, Cause them punks like to hit it an' quit it, An' I'd ratha stay an' play, Cuz I'm long, and I'm strong, An' I'm down to get the friction on. So, ladies (YEAH) ladies (YEAH), Do you wanna roll ma Mercedes? (YEAH) Then turn aroun', stick it out, Even white boys got ta shout. Baby got back. Baby got back!
"Woooo!" Olivia yelled, feeling the rythym, and yaking Elliot out to dance with her.
"Olivia!" He yelled over the noise.
"You dragged me here so I get to drag you on the floor" She yelled back.
Yeah baby. When it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nuthin' to do with ma selection. 36-24-36. Only is she's 5' 3".
So yo girlfriend drives a Honda, Playin' workout tapes by Fonda, But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back o' her Honda. My anaconda don't want want none, Unless you got buns, hun. You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don' lose that butt. Some brothas wanna play that hard role, And tell ya that butt ain' gol', So they toss it, an' leave it, An' I pull up quick to retrive it. So Cosmo says yo' fat, Well, I ain' down wit' that. 'Cause yo waist is small an' you're curves are kickin', An' I'm thinkin' about stickin'. To the beanpole dames in the magazines. You ain't it Miss Thang. Gimme a sista, can't resist ha, Red beans an' rice didn' miss ha. Some knucklehead tried to diss. Cuz his girls are on ma lis', He had game but he chose to hit 'em, An' I pull up quick to get wit' 'em. So ladies if tha butt is round, An' you wanna XXX slow down, Call 1-900-MIX-ALOT, An kick them nasty thought', Baby got back. Baby got back.
Little in tha middle but you got much back. Little in tha middle but you got much back.
And Olivia wasn't drunk.yet
A/N: Sorry so long, review now please. =D