Title: Chicago Hope
Author: Rachel
Rating: PG13 for strong language Category: SVU/ER crossover
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SVU characters. Even though I wish I did. Dick Wolf does. What a lucky guy he is! I also do not own any of the ER characters. Dang it!
Summary: Just read it.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Yes please
Archive: Wherever, just email me.
Author's notes: My first fic, so my apologies in advance if it's totally crappy. Oh, also, if you can't stand to read about characters get hurt, I suggest you don't read this. I had a hard enough time writing all this mean stuff that happens. Okay, I'll stop talking now.
*********************************************************************** ::::Mitchell & Associates:::: "Mrs. Dalton, we'd like to ask you a few questions. Is there someplace private where we can talk?" Munch asked.
"Of course." Janette Dalton replied as she led them into an empty office and closed the door behind them.
"We just want to ask you a few questions about what happened yesterday." Fin said.
"Let's just cut to the chase detectives," Janette interrupted. "I already know who did it. It was my ex-husband. Richard Livingston killed my daughter."
"What makes you so sure he's the one that did it?" Munch asked.
"Because ever since the divorce he's been swearing that he would get revenge."
"What was the reason for the divorce?" asked Fin.
"I divorced him because he was abusive. He was always beating me. I never even did anything wrong. He even beat me in front of Shayna."
"Did he ever hit Shayna?" Munch inquired.
"There was one time where she tried to stop him, tried to pull him off of me. He threw her across the room. She ended up needing 5 hours worth of surgery."
"Has he threatened you recently? Or has there been anything out of the ordinary going on?"
"I haven't talked to him since the last court date of our divorce. He was dragged out by guards screaming 'You're gonna pay for this you stupid whore! So is that little brat of yours!' Then I started getting phone calls, as soon as I picked up the phone they would hang up. Oh, and there was this guy who always seemed to be following me. But I thought I was just paranoid. Guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"
"Alright Mrs. Dalton, thank you for information. We'll be in touch." Fin said graciously.
"All I ask is that you catch the son of a bitch and toss his ass in jail."
"Don't worry. We'll get him." Munch said sincerely as they walked out the door and headed back to the precinct to share this new information with the rest of the squad.
::::SVU Squadroom:::: "So the ex is looking good for this." Cragen concluded.
"I'll say. He was abusive, and he threatened Mrs. Dalton and her daughter in front of plenty of witnesses." Fin replied.
"But would he really go so far as to rape and murder his own daughter just to get back at his ex-wife?" Cragen questioned.
"It wouldn't be the first time that he'd hurt her." Munch answered. "Mrs. Dalton told us that when Shayna tried to stop him from beating her, he threw her across the room."
Just then Elliot's cell phone rang. "Stabler." He said into the receiver. "Okay. Great! Yeah...thanks!" He said as he hung up. "That was Warner. Semen plus fingerprints found bruised into the victim's flesh both belong to none other than Richard Livingston."
"Alright, well we only have one problem." Olivia mentioned. "Mr. Livingston lives in Chicago."
"Well then," Cragen replied. "I suggest you start packing."
The next day the detectives were on a flight to Chicago. The plane ride was both quiet and dull. Most of the trip was spent listening to Munch ramble on about one conspiracy or another.
"Finally!" Fin, Elliot, and Olivia muttered all at the same time.
::::Home of Richard Livingston:::: "Open up! It's the police, Mr. Livingston, open the door!" Elliot announced as he pounded on the door. Just then they saw a man matching Mr. Livingston's description run out of a door on the side of the building and proceed to haul ass down the street.
"Son of a bitch." Olivia said aloud to no one in particular. "There goes our suspect."
The detectives simultaneously started running, weaving around parked cars and street signs, trying to catch up to their suspect. Olivia picked up her pace and sped past the 3 male detectives.
"Holy shit, can that woman run or what?!" Munch stated.
His only reply from the other two detectives was "Shut up Munch!"
Using the last ounce of energy she had, she sped up once more, the others not far behind. Once she finally caught up with the suspect, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back towards her. She reached for her handcuffs, but as she was detaching them from her belt, the perp wrapped his leg back around hers and knocked her feet out from under her, sending her crashing down onto the pavement as he once again began to run off. Fin and Munch continued to chase him, eventually capturing and handcuffing him while Elliot stayed behind to see if his partner was alright. Olivia tried to stand up, but as soon as she put a little weight on her left foot, she screamed in pain and fell limply against Elliot.
"Liv, we should go to the hospital, he probably broke your ankle."
"We need to get the perp in jail so we can interrogate him."
"No, we NEED to get you to the hospital so we can get your ankle checked out." Elliot said as he lifted her up and started to carry her towards the car.
"Elliot, I'm fine."
"No, Olivia, you're not. You couldn't even stand up. So you might as well stop being so stubborn because you are going to the hospital whether you like it or not."
Olivia's only response was a long sigh and then something that was mumbled under her breath.
"Fine, have it your way," she said finally as Elliot lowered her into the car, walked to the driver's side, got in, and proceeded to drive to the nearest hospital emergency room.
Author: Rachel
Rating: PG13 for strong language Category: SVU/ER crossover
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SVU characters. Even though I wish I did. Dick Wolf does. What a lucky guy he is! I also do not own any of the ER characters. Dang it!
Summary: Just read it.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Yes please
Archive: Wherever, just email me.
Author's notes: My first fic, so my apologies in advance if it's totally crappy. Oh, also, if you can't stand to read about characters get hurt, I suggest you don't read this. I had a hard enough time writing all this mean stuff that happens. Okay, I'll stop talking now.
*********************************************************************** ::::Mitchell & Associates:::: "Mrs. Dalton, we'd like to ask you a few questions. Is there someplace private where we can talk?" Munch asked.
"Of course." Janette Dalton replied as she led them into an empty office and closed the door behind them.
"We just want to ask you a few questions about what happened yesterday." Fin said.
"Let's just cut to the chase detectives," Janette interrupted. "I already know who did it. It was my ex-husband. Richard Livingston killed my daughter."
"What makes you so sure he's the one that did it?" Munch asked.
"Because ever since the divorce he's been swearing that he would get revenge."
"What was the reason for the divorce?" asked Fin.
"I divorced him because he was abusive. He was always beating me. I never even did anything wrong. He even beat me in front of Shayna."
"Did he ever hit Shayna?" Munch inquired.
"There was one time where she tried to stop him, tried to pull him off of me. He threw her across the room. She ended up needing 5 hours worth of surgery."
"Has he threatened you recently? Or has there been anything out of the ordinary going on?"
"I haven't talked to him since the last court date of our divorce. He was dragged out by guards screaming 'You're gonna pay for this you stupid whore! So is that little brat of yours!' Then I started getting phone calls, as soon as I picked up the phone they would hang up. Oh, and there was this guy who always seemed to be following me. But I thought I was just paranoid. Guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"
"Alright Mrs. Dalton, thank you for information. We'll be in touch." Fin said graciously.
"All I ask is that you catch the son of a bitch and toss his ass in jail."
"Don't worry. We'll get him." Munch said sincerely as they walked out the door and headed back to the precinct to share this new information with the rest of the squad.
::::SVU Squadroom:::: "So the ex is looking good for this." Cragen concluded.
"I'll say. He was abusive, and he threatened Mrs. Dalton and her daughter in front of plenty of witnesses." Fin replied.
"But would he really go so far as to rape and murder his own daughter just to get back at his ex-wife?" Cragen questioned.
"It wouldn't be the first time that he'd hurt her." Munch answered. "Mrs. Dalton told us that when Shayna tried to stop him from beating her, he threw her across the room."
Just then Elliot's cell phone rang. "Stabler." He said into the receiver. "Okay. Great! Yeah...thanks!" He said as he hung up. "That was Warner. Semen plus fingerprints found bruised into the victim's flesh both belong to none other than Richard Livingston."
"Alright, well we only have one problem." Olivia mentioned. "Mr. Livingston lives in Chicago."
"Well then," Cragen replied. "I suggest you start packing."
The next day the detectives were on a flight to Chicago. The plane ride was both quiet and dull. Most of the trip was spent listening to Munch ramble on about one conspiracy or another.
"Finally!" Fin, Elliot, and Olivia muttered all at the same time.
::::Home of Richard Livingston:::: "Open up! It's the police, Mr. Livingston, open the door!" Elliot announced as he pounded on the door. Just then they saw a man matching Mr. Livingston's description run out of a door on the side of the building and proceed to haul ass down the street.
"Son of a bitch." Olivia said aloud to no one in particular. "There goes our suspect."
The detectives simultaneously started running, weaving around parked cars and street signs, trying to catch up to their suspect. Olivia picked up her pace and sped past the 3 male detectives.
"Holy shit, can that woman run or what?!" Munch stated.
His only reply from the other two detectives was "Shut up Munch!"
Using the last ounce of energy she had, she sped up once more, the others not far behind. Once she finally caught up with the suspect, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back towards her. She reached for her handcuffs, but as she was detaching them from her belt, the perp wrapped his leg back around hers and knocked her feet out from under her, sending her crashing down onto the pavement as he once again began to run off. Fin and Munch continued to chase him, eventually capturing and handcuffing him while Elliot stayed behind to see if his partner was alright. Olivia tried to stand up, but as soon as she put a little weight on her left foot, she screamed in pain and fell limply against Elliot.
"Liv, we should go to the hospital, he probably broke your ankle."
"We need to get the perp in jail so we can interrogate him."
"No, we NEED to get you to the hospital so we can get your ankle checked out." Elliot said as he lifted her up and started to carry her towards the car.
"Elliot, I'm fine."
"No, Olivia, you're not. You couldn't even stand up. So you might as well stop being so stubborn because you are going to the hospital whether you like it or not."
Olivia's only response was a long sigh and then something that was mumbled under her breath.
"Fine, have it your way," she said finally as Elliot lowered her into the car, walked to the driver's side, got in, and proceeded to drive to the nearest hospital emergency room.
