Into the Quarry

by Demelza

After Goliath and Brooklyn are attacked by a powder that makes them sleep and not wake up, Elisa's hurt and anger drives her to turn to a stranger for comfort... (ALL CHAPTERS POSTED!! -- RE-WRITTEN!!!!)

2. Chapter's 5 to 8

Title: Into the Quarry  (2/3)
Author: Quantara
Email: quantara@nzoomail.com
Rating: R, for violence, strong usage of offensive language, sexual references, and attempted rape.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know. ;)
Disclaimers: All Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles Characters here within this story are Copyright to The Walt Disney Company/Buena Vista Television. Paul Exley is the property of Shortland Street and their owners, Maurice Boscorelli and Faith Yokas are the property of Third Watch and its owners. No infringement of these Copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission. All new characters are my creation.
Author's Notes: This is the first part of the trilogy of fics for 'Into the Quarry'. The majority of this story has been re-written and has been beta'd several times over the last three months.
Theme Songs: 'Children', by Robert Miles, 'If That Were Me' and 'Northern Star' by Melanie C (Sporty Spice). Also, some other lyrics are used within the story, they belong to their respective owners (Closer - Melanie C, Glorafilia - Zed).
Dedication: Thanks to my Mum, and also to my friends Skye and Angie for all their help with this fic.

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Chapter Five
'When Everything's Gone Wrong, Improvise'

Next Morning, an hour after Sunrise

The day had only now begun to develop, the clouds present hours ago had cleared and the sun now shone down on the earth below. Gideon had been keeping watch of both Detective's for the past three days since the initial attacks. His assignment was almost ready to commence at full speed. But first he had to get Bluestone out of the way, the planting of evidence to show his involvement in the Attacks on the Gargoyles, and his 'membership' with the Quarrymen had failed. The wedge to drive he and Maza apart had cracked and splintered, leaving sour patches, but nothing that would damage their relationship enough for Bluestone nor Maza to be transferred from their partnership. Their trust in each other was great, and Plan B was now in affect.

Plan B was simple, do anything it would take to remove Bluestone from the picture and allow an operative to take his place as Detective Maza's new partner. But whatever it was to occur would have to look like an accident.

It started shortly after Bluestone had headed out of town, he was driving in his Silver Falcon, listening to Zed's 'Glorafilia', following several meters behind him were two undercover Police Officers, members of the Quarrymen Organization. They would disable the brakes of his Sedan by a special remote control device at just the right moment.

She keeps me waiting in the morning,
Tying ribbons in her hair,
And come the evening, there's no warning,
Why I'm not to know why she isn't there.

The Silver Sedan's stereo thumped out the beats of the music as it went up to one-hundred around a sharp corner, the wheels screamed as the front end cane close to hitting the edge.

No time to tell her all the reasons,
Why I always disappear,
And in those desperate situations,
I just fade away to waste, til she never cares.
But Glorafilia says, she says,
It's just another Sunday afternoon,
Oh-oh, Glorafilia says,
She says there ain't no point in loving you,
No-oh.

Dressed in slacks and a white tee, Matt brushed his wind blown hair back, another corner approached, his speed stayed the same as he entered it. Again the wheels screamed, longer this time, as he had another near miss of the railing preventing a drop into the ocean below.

She keeps me wrapped around her finger,
So I don't know what to do,
And using my imagination,
She could set me free, I bet she's dying to.

The car screamed along the road. Thump-thump-thump-thump. His heartbeat pounding fast in his chest as he attempted to drive his adrenaline to its highest peak. He forced the fear from his gut out into nothing as he took in another corner, this time faster.

And sipping wine around her table,
Her expenses plain to see,
Entertaining for a living,
She's got everything she doesn't need.

The panels of the Sedan ground up against the railing. As the car pulled away, out into the middle of the road, foot to the pedal, Matt forced the accelerator down farther. The speedometer showed the red line going up past 110, 120, 130 miles per hour...faster and faster. A long straight lay ahead, time to go for it.

But Glorafilia says,
She says it's just another sunday afternoon,
Oh-oh, Glorafilia says,
She says there ain't no point in loving you,
No-oh.

Matt could feel the rush going through his body, his heart pounding fast. His hair blowing in the breeze like it never has before, the velocity he was traveling at increasing as he reached 150 miles per hour. All of a sudden it all seemed to stop, the music no longer pounded its rhythmic beats, his heart stopped in his chest. A car was overtaking on his side of the road...he shouted out 'Nooooo!' and slammed his foot on the brake. There was nothing he could do as he turned the steering wheel to miss it, but the Sedan slammed into the Station wagon with two screaming kids in the back seat. He covered his face to shield himself from shattered glass as it splintered down, only he was too late. He went flying forward. Only being stopped by the seat belt holding him in.

Screams could be heard from the children in the other car, crying came from their mother as she lay in the passenger seat. Matt was up against his car door, every part of him aching vigorously. He blinked a few times, and tried to breathe. But it all felt too hard. The music blaring, he stared ahead, not able to move. Someone was rushing to the other car, a passer by who had stopped in light of the horrid accident. "Oh no...no! He's dead!" They screamed out.

It was the driver of the other car.

Unable to keep his consciousness Matt closed his eyes and everything faded out.

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That part of the Wave was completed, the Four Wheel Drive that had tailgated him screamed to a stop as it approached the scene. The driver climbed out of the truck and quietly approached Bluestone's car, after checking his pulse, he motioned to his buddy, letting him know that the cop was still alive.

Quickly checking to ascertain that no one was watching, the driver pulled a small plastic card out of his coat and slipped it into the top pocket of Bluestone's shirt.

"Wave Two is Complete." He said into the collar of his overcoat, walking back to the Four Wheel Drive.

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Chapter Six
'Be Gone, Trust'

Angel of Mercy

With the Second Wave complete, it was time to commence with the Third Wave. Matt Bluestone was seriously injured in his 'accident', the driver of the station wagon had died.  Two days later, so had his wife. Their two children were left as orphans. At the officer's apartment the documents that had been found by him and his partner were proven to be incriminating documents, including the Quarrymen Security Pass found in his top shirt pocket by the Ambulance Officers on the scene of the accident. A discharge from the precinct was inevitable, but since he lay in a poor state in the hospital bed recovering from internal injuries, as well as a damaged spinal cord, the hearings would wait.

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"Is he going to be okay?" Captain Chavez asked the doctor in charge of Matt's case.

The doctor looked back at her with grim uncertainty, "We can't really be sure at this stage."

"He came in here four days ago..." Elisa growled, "And you're still not sure?" She wasn't bitter so much at the doctor, but more so at herself for trusting him. First the documents she'd found in his apartment, and then the Access Card found in his shirt pocket by the Paramedics.

"I'm sorry, that's not a good enough answer." The captain told him.

"Mr Bluestone has suffered from serious internal injuries from the impact, he also damaged his spinal cord. At this stage, with the swelling and bruising, we are unable to tell when, or if, he'll be able to return to his normal duties any time soon."

Elisa, at hearing what the doctor said, walked away from the pair, shaking her head. She headed straight for Matt's room a couple of doors down the hall, on the right hand side. She opened the door, the loud beeps from the heart monitor greeting her with fear as she entered. Swallowing that fear, she made her way over to his bed, where an uncomfortable looking armchair waited at his side. She sat down in the chair, then slowly brought her eyes to meet his; they were open, and looking back at her.

Nothing was said for several minutes, just the exchange of looks.

"Elisa..." Matt finally begun.

She flinched, turning her head away from him, "Don't you dare."

"Please..." He begged.

Feeling her eyes flooding with tears, she turned back to him, "You have no idea how much I hate you right now."

"I think I do." He replied, "I don't want you to hate me, partner...I'm not a part of that organization."

"No? Then explain the card...what, you just went to a Print Shop and got a fake ID made to 'pretend' to be in with them?"

"I'm not..."

"You're a liar, and I trusted you." She replied through clenched teeth. With those words, she got up and took off out of the room; not able to stand being near him any longer.  She needed to get away from him, from it all.

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Outside Elisa's Apartment Building
A while later

Elisa stood there, outside her apartment building, trying to debate whether she should go to the bar, Seth's, across the road or just go home. She didn't want to go home, sure, she knew she should have been home sleeping, getting ready for the shift ahead, but she wanted so much to track down that damned quarryman and John Castaway and kick both their asses real bad.

She was so angry.

Across the road, a bottle smashing against the ground caught her attention and she instantly looked over and spotted two guys having a bit of a tumble outside the bar.

Before she gave herself time to second guess her decision to go to the bar and drown every feeling she had inside she made her way across the road, deftly avoiding the traffic and a bunch of guys as they whistled and hollered out to her.  She went straight pass them and headed inside.  The interior designer had done wonders with the place; the deep coral blue paper half way up the wall that met the rich cream all way around the bar was amazing.

There were six, seven, maybe eight punters inside.  The barman greeted her with a smile, "What's your poison there, Elisa?" Paul Exley, an ex-Australian/New Zealand Medical Doctor turned Barman for the last two years, asked her.

Elisa looked around. "The strongest ale you have," she replied, carefully sitting on the bar stool and facing the barman.  "And double it."

"How about you start on something a little weaker? Huh?" He asked. "How's an ice beer?"

Elisa looked right at him, "Listen, I've just had the worst week of my life.  My boyfriend is...basically in a coma. And, get this, it turns out my partner set up the whole attack. I need something stronger tonight.  Please." The 'please' coming out sarcastically.

The man raised an eyebrow and agreed with her, "One of our strongest ales coming right up," he said. 

After a few moments Elisa had a shot of some-damn-drink-or-another sitting on the bar in front of her, she took a small sip first, it was just straight beer. Paul was kidding himself if he thought that was going to do it for her.  But, she slugged it back anyhow and slammed the glass down and asked for another.  "Put something stronger in it this time. You seemed to miss it last time round."

The bartender didn't question her request this time just poured her a shot of some fancy mixture and slid it out to her.  "We'll see if ya want anything stronger after this," he said.

"Count on it."  Elisa replied to the bartender, she raised the glass up to her mouth and drunk it down as she had the other.  It tasted different this time, it was a smoother drink, and tasted sweet too. She could feel her head getting a little off, she needed sleep really badly, that or the drink wasn't agreeing with her. But, she ignored that part of her conscience and ordered another.

The next few hours Elisa spent drinking down an assortment of beverages, Jack Daniels, Hokanui Hooch-an illegal, but smooth, alcoholic home brewed whiskey, much like the American Moonshine, that Paul had brought in expressly from New Zealand distributors on the side-next came shots of some Manhattan drink, then the strongest of them all, Everclear.

As the day moved on, she made her way around the bar, checking out the karaoke machine, even making her debut singing La Bouche's Sweet Dreams, and not sounding too bad at that.  The other patrons cheered her on as she sung and danced with the Karaoke Host, a young guy named Evan. The dart board was too difficult, an excellent aim with her gun she may have been, but the alcohol in her system didn't agree with her eye-hand co-ordination and she lost fifty bucks to some old guy that stunk of body odor and whiskey.

And next was pool...she may have been drunk, but her shots were still right on, surprisingly.  Her opponent, a guy Elisa had seen arriving not long after her, was an absolute waste. More so than her.

"Man you're good," he told her, he staggered a bit before standing up straight.  "Woah," he laughed; his blue eyes hiding behind his thin black framed glasses.

Elisa, three balls left to go before she'd win her eighth round of pool, lifted her newly acquired jug of beer and took a good swig. If only her father seen her right now, he'd reprimand her for her bad choice of antidote to her troubles. Wiping the thoughts from her mind, she crouched over the table, ready to take her aim when her opponent stepped up behind her and stared at her butt.  "Back off," she warned him.

Again Elisa went to take her shot when her opponent decided to run his hand along her back until he reached the back of her neck where he bent over and blew onto her bare skin, sending a chilling feeling through her body.

She immediately swung around, grabbed him by his T-shirt and shoved him against the pillar behind them.  "Are you wanting me to make you beg for mercy!?" she demanded.

"Um..." he begun, straightening his T-shirt. "Yeah," he nodded, laughing.

Elisa joined in laughing too, "Touch me again, I'll break your face," she told him, instantly ending her laughter and showing her more 'serious' side, well, as serious as she could get in her state.

"Touch you? Not with a barge pole," he laughed sarcastically.

"I don't usually say this...but fuck you!" she shouted, pushing him backwards.  But, he didn't fall alone, he grabbed her hands and brought her down with him. 

"I have a question," he told her, their faces close. "I don't want you to touch me..." He swallowed a burp that was coming up, "Um, I mean...you don't wanna have me touch you...right?"

"That's right." She replied, getting pissed off that he was still holding onto her, and expressly after she had told him not to touch her.

"Then...why the fuck me part?"

"Let me go," she warned, riding her knee up until it was pressing up against his groin.  "It'll hurt like hell and you know it," she reminded him, their faces only a few inches away from each other.

A silent few seconds passed and Elisa could hear the bartender asking the gathered onlookers to back away, "They do say it takes two to start a fight, now you two, let each other go."

The man stared deep into Elisa's eyes before he slowly let go of her and cleared his throat.  "Your knee," he said.  She slowly lowered her knee, accidentally brushing her leg gently against his groin causing him to let out a low moan.  "We should take this outside. Don't you agree?" he asked, his voice showing his weariness of her.

She stared right at him, still having a tight grip of his shirt within her fingers.  Elisa could feel the warmth of his body go up through her arms, it sent urges and desires into her mind she didn't want in there, but yet didn't try get rid of either. "Or my apartment," the man's eyebrows creased as he took in what she'd offered.  "Don't tell me you don't want to."  She looked at his lips then back to his eyes, "I know you've wanted to fuck me ever since you came in that door, didn't you?" she challenged.

He swallowed again, "I still do," he replied, his voice deep and challenging. He grabbed her and pulled her into a strong embrace, one she didn't fight.

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Chapter Seven
'New Partner'

The 23rd precinct, the following evening

Elisa sat at her desk, rubbing her temples as she tried to rid her mind of the headache that plagued her.  She had a furious hang over, her eyes were still red from the lack of sleep that had encompassed her.  All she could remember was going to the bar and getting utterly wasted.  The rest of the night was a blur, with flashes of images and sounds, broken memories of a passionate night spent with a stranger she could only remember the face of.  She cursed herself, lowering her hand from her head, damning herself to punishment for the lustful act she had committed.  And for what?  To get out of her mind what had happened to Goliath?  To try drive out the feelings of anger she held toward Matt for all his lies about his involvement with the Quarrymen?

She took in a deep breath, and rose from her desk as she saw the captain motioning over for her.

Her head ached that bit more, but she headed for the captain's office, pressing all thoughts aside as she stepped into the small office and stood a few feet from the door, just standing there, staring at the captain.

"Detective Elisa Maza, meet your new partner, Second class, Detective Steve Elbers," the Captain said as soon as the woman stepped into the room.

Elisa turned to him with achy eyes, "Hi," she said, her heart pounding fast in her chest.

"Hey," he said back, smiling.

It was the guy from the bar; she'd slept with her new partner! Pretending like she didn't really give a damn, which she didn't, she turned to the captain, "Couldn't I have worked alone?"

"No. This is just until Bluestone's back on his feet, and a thorough investigation is completed of his involvement with the Quarrymen," Captain Chavez explained.

"What?"

Steve looked from Elisa back to the Captain.

"Maza, I know...under these circumstances, what with the recent events regarding your friends and Bluestone is hard, but the pair of you need to work together."

"I'd really much rather work alone."

"I'm sorry, but that's just not possible."

"Fine.  Whatever then," Elisa replied, she turned around and walked out.  This is all I god-damned well need.  She headed straight for her desk, sitting down, and was followed by her new temporary partner, who was soon sitting at Matt's desk opposite her.

"Hey, I ah...just want to say, I'm sorry to hear about your partner, heard he got whacked up pretty bad," Steve said, his voice showed no concern of what actually happened to Matt.

Elisa looked at him for a moment, images of their love making flashed in her mind.  She blinked, looking away.  "Speed kills, he's lucky to be alive," she replied flatly.  "Listen, if you're gonna ride with me..."

"Oh, great, ground rules time." He replied.

She stared at him.  "No talking about conspiracy theories, government cover ups..."

He stopped her midway, "Like I give a shit about them anyway."

"I'm just saying." She snapped.

"Yeah, well I don't give a flying fuck," Steve replied.  He leaned forward, lowering his voice.  "I have to work with you too, got it?  So if you have a problem with the fact last night we both got completely trashed and ended up in the sack, deal with it!" His tone angry.

Elisa looked away, setting her jaw and rolling her eyes.  She looked at him again, shaking her head.  "Great, you're a real asshole, aren't you?"

"I'd rather be an asshole than a drunken slut."

"You self righteous bastard!" She shouted, standing up from her chair. "Oh, and so you know, I drive my car, me and only me!"

He stood up himself, "Good for you Maza, because we're taking my Impreza. And if you don't like that little detail, deal with it!."

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Chapter Eight
'Self-Confession'

Elisa and Steve rode in his ocean-blue Subara Impreza to the Coffee House where there had been a break-in earlier that morning. Arriving at the scene, Steve popped a pill of some kind and motioned for Maza to follow him.

The duo entered through the front doors, the owner sitting down with a young woman of an age around maybe her early to mid twenties.  

"Mr Harrison..." Elisa said, wanting to make Steve realize she was going to head this investigation, and he'd be her sidekick. "You reported a break in?"

He stood up, "Yes, my daughter Shelley..." he said, turning to the young woman in the chair by his side. "...was just getting ready to open the shop when she noticed three men wearing balaclava's behind the counter, stealing the cash from the till. It would have been fine, but she'd turned on the lights, and they came after her, attacked her, and then took off."

Elisa nodded, turning to the woman, "Is that what happened?"  Tear filled eyes, the woman nodded, "Could you identify them?"

"I just told you they were wearing balaclava's." Mr Harrison snapped.

She ignored him and pressed the same question again, "Could you, or were you able to at all, identify any of the three men?"

"They were white." Shelley replied, turning to her father, her lower lip quivering.  She then turned back to Elisa, "One of the guys, he..." She couldn't go on.

Elisa's stomach knotted, and instantly fear sunk in.  "Shelley, would you like to go to the hospital? Get the doctor's to check you over, and then we can get your statement down there?"

Slowly, Shelley nodded. "Okay."

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Down at the hospital, Elisa questioned Shelley without her father in the room and the woman told her how one of the men who had broken into her father's store had sexually assaulted her and warned her not to tell the police. She was able to give a description of the man's tattoo on his hands, but there was nothing else that she could remember.

After leaving the hospital, Elisa and Steve headed back to the precinct, a scowl etched across his face. 

She looked at him side on, "What's wrong with you now?" she demanded.

"It's really pissing you off how we slept together, and now you won't let me talk to the victim, or hear what she had to say."

"Damn it Elbers, she was just been raped, she didn't want you or her father in there while she told me what happened. Is that too much for a poor girl like her to ask?"

Steve refused to answer, in short, declining to admit he was out of line and wrong.

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The pair arrived at the precinct, the tension between them building with every moment they spent in the same room as each other. After sharing her notes with Steve of what Shelley had told her, an older officer named Arthur Coleman came over, "What have you got there Maza?" He asked, glancing at her notes.

"Break and entering, the woman who opened the shop for her father every day was assaulted and raped," she told him, her voice grave.

"Could she make a positive ID?"

Elisa shook her head, "No, but she was able to describe the tattoos on his hands." She pulled her notepad out, "The letters L, O, V, and E on his right hand, and H, U, R, T and S on his left."

"Love Hurts," Coleman said. "Damn, that little bastard."

"You know who he is?"

He nodded, "Marc Santonio. He's one of the lowest scumbags on the street; he has a sheet of priors longer than my arm. Santonio's one of the creepiest sons of bitches out there, he has five attempted homicide charges, and two for rape."

"Oh god," Elisa said, shaking her head again.

Steve stepped up by Elisa, sending shivers of discomfort through her veins. "Know where we can find him?" he asked Coleman. The old guy motioned for them to follow, which they did without hesitation.

Officer Coleman led them to interview room three, "What was he brought in for?"  Steve asked, still standing at the other side of Elisa.

"Sexual assault on an elderly woman two nights prior."

"Damn." Both detectives replied.

Coleman motioned to the door, "He's all yours detectives."

Elisa and Steve both entered the room together, Steve allowing Elisa through first, he closed the door behind them and they sat down at the desk. "Mr Santonio." He begun, looking at the Hispanic man's disinterested face. His brown eyes were set deep in his skull.  Steve recognized him from each of the Quarrymen meetings he'd attended in the recent days and cursed in his mind.

"Detective's Elbers and Maza..." he said, motioning to Elisa at his side. "We've got a few questions for you in connection to a robbery this morning."

"Wasn't there," the man's surprisingly nice voice said. He looked in Elisa's direction tilted his head back and winked at her, showing a large smile. "But...if it means I get to spend a little extra time with your lady friend...maybe I was."

"Just answer our questions," Elisa told him.

Santonio then turned his attention to Steve, still smiling, "A robbery huh? Nup, don't know nothin' about it. Maybe you can tell me about it, detective?"

This piece of shit better not spill on my operation, he thought.  "We ask the questions. You answer them."

"Hey man, just giving you the opportunity to fill me in on what I'm supposed to have done."

"Where were you at five fifty this morning?" Steve pressed on.

The guy looked right back at him, "Getting some ass," was his smug reply.

"And her name?"

He puffed out a breath, "I'm not giving you her name."

"Well, for us to confirm that your statement is true, we'll need her testimony," Elisa explained.

"Just some bitch I met at a store."

"Which store?" Steve was quick to ascertain.

"I don't know, some little coffee shop...the Coffee House."

Both detectives exchanged looks; they'd pretty much snagged him on that one, Steve silently thought. "When did you meet her?"

Santonio was starting to show his frustration, "I don't know, this morning. What the hell is it to you? You wanna every detail of how I banged her on her daddy's shop floor, too?"

Steve stared at him.  "About what time this morning did you meet her?"

"What?" He shook his head, "This is just fucking ridiculous!"

"No, you are you useless piece of shit!" The detective roared, slamming his fists down on the table in an angered fury.

Elisa placed her hand on Steve's arm, and he settled back in his seat, letting out a breath and staring back at her.  She gave him a slight nod, then turned back to Santonio.  "We have a statement from a young woman, Shelley Harrison, that you raped her at around four twenty-seven this morning."

"That's fucking shit!  She wanted it!  She's only telling you I raped her, because she doesn't want her precious daddy to know she had sex!"

Steve angrily shook his head and stood up, pushing his chair back.  He leant over the table, placing his hands down on the table to support himself.  "You raped her, didn't you!?  She didn't want it!  But you thinking your such a big fucking man, thought you'd give it to her anyway! Didn't you!?"

"You've got it all wrong!  She invited me over!"  Santonio replied, shouting back.

"That's bullshit and we both fucking know it!  Isn't it!?  You raped her, didn't you!?  You went to that store with your buddies, and you raped Shelley Harrison!"

Santonio, feeling very nervous, looked down at his hands, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. After a long minute of silence he looked up at the officers again, "I need to speak with my lawyer."

"Good choice," Steve told him, his voice lowered, but still filled with anger.  He looked at Elisa, and motioned for her to follow him.

Once they left the room he closed the door behind them. From the room adjourning the interview room, Captain Chavez walked out, where she had listened in on their interview.

"Captain," he said, straightening his stance up.

"Good work detectives," She told them with a smile, saying nothing else, she then walked away.

Elisa turned to Steve, "You almost lost your cool in there," she commented.

He let out a sigh, rolling his eyes.  "What?  I knew what I was doing.  Besides, it's not like you were trying to help in there."

"Aw come on, even if I had of tried, you would have tried to stop me!"

Steve laughed, "You're just jealous because you wouldn't have gotten it out of him."

She took him aside, away from the main stream of officers walking by. "Gotten what?  A confession?  I didn't hear him confess in there, Elbers.  All I heard was you demanding him to admit to raping her, in the end all he did was ask for his damn lawyer."

He went to add something else when Captain Chavez appeared again, clearing her throat as if to get their attention. "What the hell is going on with you two?" She demanded, "I can hear you in the squad room." Her tone was firm, allowing them to know she was less than pleased.

"Sorry captain," Steve replied, "Just a disagreement," he explained. He waited for anything else to be said, but since neither Elisa nor the captain said a word, he walked away.

And as he did, Elisa let out a low groan, "I can't take much more captain, I really can't."

"Give him a day or two, I heard he's like this to all his new partners. He likes to test them, according to his superiors back in Wisconsin."

"Well, with our...history, I'd say it's worse."

"I know it's none of my business, but what exactly is your history?"

She looked into the squad room for a brief moment, before turning back to the captain. "Nothing really, last night...we met at a bar, got drunk, and ended up..."

"Sleeping together?" The captain finished, Elisa responded with a yes. "So that's all your history involves?"

Elisa nodded her head, "Just last night."

"Well, just hang in there."

"Yes captain." She promised.