It was now Elliot's turn to face the music. He walked slowly to the office
where George worked, stalling by greeting people on the way. When he
finally got there, Huang looked suspicious.
"You took awhile to get down here Elliot, I'm surprised you're usually quite punctual." He said, with a calm smile
Elliot grinned back and put on a calm face of his own. "Just stalling on my way to death. Wouldn't you?"
"It doesn't matter what I think Elliot."
"Whatever"
"You know Elliot, I found something quite interesting while going through your juvenile records." Elliot's mind snapped. "You don't have access to those."
"Actually I do, it's regular protocol to go through childhoods to see if they will affect you in any way." Huang gave him a sideways look. "You don't have anything that serious in here, just that you were in an orphanage from age ten to sixteen." Elliot stopped himself from sighing out loud. If that was all Huang knew then it wouldn't matter.
"So what was it like being in a home all that time?" He began. "Did you have many friends?"
"I was fine."
"Get into trouble a lot?"
"You should know. Isn't it in my file?"
"No.that's the strange thing actually. All the psychiatric, physical and relations notes are gone." The questions continued, mostly about his work on the force, until finally Huang let him go.
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"So George, find anything?" the captain asked as they strolled through the hallways on the way to his office.
"Hmm, just the usual stuff .but, there was something strange about Elliot's records."
"What was it?"
"The psychiatrist who did all these tests when he was younger didn't include them into the file.one Neil Mainden."
"Okay. If this Mainden guy is hiding something, I want to know about it. Get on it."
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There was a sharp knocking at the door of Neil Mainden the next morning. "Can I help you?" Neil asked, observing the small Asian man standing outside his door.
"Are you Neil Mainden?" he asked.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Have you ever treated an Elliot Stabler? In Mercy Forest group home?"
"Maybe." Neil answered carefully.
"May I come in?" Huang stepped inside the balding man's house. "Name's doctor George Huang, Psychiatrist, F.B.I."
"You know this.Elliot?" Neil wondered, after a few drinks and getting to know the other man.
"He works in Manhattan S.V.U."
"SVU, eh? Last place I would've expected him to go." "So you remembered him after all."
"If you're wondering why I took the records, it was because the man deserved better than to be haunted by those memories later in life."
"Could I have those records? It's their annual psychological testing and I need to know if there is anything in Elliot's life that could disrupt his work."
"Maybe my boy should have a little look back.hang on they're in a box somewhere."
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George got back to his office quickly and opened thee box. His eyes widened as he sorted through the contents. He knew there'd be something but he had hardly expected this much. Video tapes, audio recordings and tonnes and tonnes of paper notes all in neat stacks.
"Must review this stuff a lot, seeing as he keeps it in good order." Huang mumbled to himself. "Well, what better place to start than the movies?" He fished out the stacks of videos.
"You took awhile to get down here Elliot, I'm surprised you're usually quite punctual." He said, with a calm smile
Elliot grinned back and put on a calm face of his own. "Just stalling on my way to death. Wouldn't you?"
"It doesn't matter what I think Elliot."
"Whatever"
"You know Elliot, I found something quite interesting while going through your juvenile records." Elliot's mind snapped. "You don't have access to those."
"Actually I do, it's regular protocol to go through childhoods to see if they will affect you in any way." Huang gave him a sideways look. "You don't have anything that serious in here, just that you were in an orphanage from age ten to sixteen." Elliot stopped himself from sighing out loud. If that was all Huang knew then it wouldn't matter.
"So what was it like being in a home all that time?" He began. "Did you have many friends?"
"I was fine."
"Get into trouble a lot?"
"You should know. Isn't it in my file?"
"No.that's the strange thing actually. All the psychiatric, physical and relations notes are gone." The questions continued, mostly about his work on the force, until finally Huang let him go.
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"So George, find anything?" the captain asked as they strolled through the hallways on the way to his office.
"Hmm, just the usual stuff .but, there was something strange about Elliot's records."
"What was it?"
"The psychiatrist who did all these tests when he was younger didn't include them into the file.one Neil Mainden."
"Okay. If this Mainden guy is hiding something, I want to know about it. Get on it."
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There was a sharp knocking at the door of Neil Mainden the next morning. "Can I help you?" Neil asked, observing the small Asian man standing outside his door.
"Are you Neil Mainden?" he asked.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Have you ever treated an Elliot Stabler? In Mercy Forest group home?"
"Maybe." Neil answered carefully.
"May I come in?" Huang stepped inside the balding man's house. "Name's doctor George Huang, Psychiatrist, F.B.I."
"You know this.Elliot?" Neil wondered, after a few drinks and getting to know the other man.
"He works in Manhattan S.V.U."
"SVU, eh? Last place I would've expected him to go." "So you remembered him after all."
"If you're wondering why I took the records, it was because the man deserved better than to be haunted by those memories later in life."
"Could I have those records? It's their annual psychological testing and I need to know if there is anything in Elliot's life that could disrupt his work."
"Maybe my boy should have a little look back.hang on they're in a box somewhere."
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George got back to his office quickly and opened thee box. His eyes widened as he sorted through the contents. He knew there'd be something but he had hardly expected this much. Video tapes, audio recordings and tonnes and tonnes of paper notes all in neat stacks.
"Must review this stuff a lot, seeing as he keeps it in good order." Huang mumbled to himself. "Well, what better place to start than the movies?" He fished out the stacks of videos.