Fin
Monday, January 13th
"Okay, we got the LUDs. Jamie didn't make any calls on the night of the murder except one at 9:57 to Josh which lasted fifteen minutes," I told Olivia, Munch, Elliot and Cragen.
"So she could be the doer after all," Elliot said.
"Something strange was that I found was that a month ago, Jamie and Josh began receiving phone calls from a Andrew Laurence. The calls only lasted about fifteen seconds. Now, after a week and twelve calls, Jamie had him blocked."
"Benson, Stabler, find Jamie and ask her about him. Also, where she was the night of the murder."
"What about us?" I asked.
"You two get to talk to computer crimes."
"What have you found for us? A written, signed confession?" Munch asked.
"There's nothing. The e-mail server completely wiped out everything," Morales, one of the CSU tecs told us.
"So we have nothing?" I asked.
"Well, he's been communicating with a Jamie Garner on a regular basis. Like twice a day."
"His girlfriend," I explained.
"Then, there were several e-mails to a Andrew Laurence. All of them were deleted. And he defragged his hard drive just after the last one."
"So you're telling me we've got nothing?"
"Sorry."
Elliot
"Come in," Jamie told us when we got to her house. She looked a lot paler than the last time I saw her. She was dressed in sweat pants and a tank top with her hair in a messy bun, making her look small in the large doorway, but her face was drawn, tired, her eyes red, making her much older than seventeen. I couldn't help but wonder when the last time she ate or slept was.
"How are you feeling?" Olivia asked.
She shrugged. "Okay," she said softly. The three of us sat down.
"Jamie, where were you the night Josh was murdered?"
She looked down, pulling her legs into her chest. "I told you, I was here."
"Can anyone verify that?" I asked.
"Lauren Robbins. I was talking to her for almost an hour."
"There's no record of any calls being made."
"No. . . no, I was talking to her on-line. You can ask her."
"Has anyone been bothering you lately?"
It took a minute for her to absorb Olivia's question. "You think someone killed Josh because of me?"
Neither of us answered.
"A couple of guys hassle me at work. That's about it."
"What do you mean 'hassle?'" I asked.
"They ask me out, use some lines, they got physical a couple of time, but the store manager threw them out."
"Does the name Andrew Laurence mean anything to you?"
Her face turned three shades paler at my words. She opened her mouth to say something but the phone rang.
"Excuse me," she said softly, getting up two answer it. She took a couple of steps, then collapsed.
"Jamie," I called loudly. "Jamie, can you hear me?" There was no response from her. Olivia pulled out her cell phone.
"This is detective Olivia Benson. I need a bus at 2743 Priam Way. Unconscious seventeen year old victim."
Olivia
"You can go in and see her in a minute," the doctor treating Jamie told us, coming out of her room.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked.
"She's dehydrated, for one thing, but I don't think that's why she lost consciousness."
"Why then?"
The doctor hesitated. "She's pregnant."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are you sure?"
"Two months."
"Thanks," Elliot mused as she left. "She's pregnant?"
"Is it Josh's baby?"
"Let's find out." She was in a single room with no window. She still looked pale, but not so bad as before. She had an IV in her arm and turned to face us when she we knocked.
"I'm sorry," she said softly when we came in, trying to lift herself up.
"Don't worry about," Elliot told her, the two of us taking a seat beside her. "When was the last time you ate?"
She shrugged. "You have to take better care of yourself, especially for your baby."
"Jamie?" I asked softly. "Whose baby is it?"
She looked away. "It doesn't matter," she whispered.
"Why not?" Elliot spoke up behind me.
She just lied there shaking her head, neither of us able to see her face. I didn't know what to do.
"Why doesn't it matter?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
She turned her head back around. Her face was streaked with tears. "Would it make any difference if I was sleeping with him?" She sounded like she was almost begging, her voice low. "Would that make any difference?"
"So whose is it?"
She still didn't answer. Her face looked strained.
"Whose baby is it?" I repeated.
"It's Josh's, okay? But it doesn't matter anymore. It won't matter after tomorrow."
"And why's that?" Elliot asked.
"Because after tomorrow, it'll be done forever."
Munch
"Why did it take her so long to admit that the baby was his," I heard Elliot saying as I came around the corner in the precinct.
"Elliot, I thought you were going to kick that soap opera habit," I told him. He shot me a look. "So what's this really about?"
"Jamie," Olivia told me. "She's pregnant. She says it's Josh's."
"And?"
"And neither of us believe her."
"Hold on a second," I told them, pulling a file off Fin's desk. Something didn't sound right in Olivia's second statement. I opened Josh's medical records from his school record.
"You're both right." I handed the file to them. Elliot took a once over of the file and raised his eyebrows, then handed it to Olivia.
"It can't be his," Elliot said.
"Not unless she's a member of Clonaid," I muttered.
Monday, January 13th
"Okay, we got the LUDs. Jamie didn't make any calls on the night of the murder except one at 9:57 to Josh which lasted fifteen minutes," I told Olivia, Munch, Elliot and Cragen.
"So she could be the doer after all," Elliot said.
"Something strange was that I found was that a month ago, Jamie and Josh began receiving phone calls from a Andrew Laurence. The calls only lasted about fifteen seconds. Now, after a week and twelve calls, Jamie had him blocked."
"Benson, Stabler, find Jamie and ask her about him. Also, where she was the night of the murder."
"What about us?" I asked.
"You two get to talk to computer crimes."
"What have you found for us? A written, signed confession?" Munch asked.
"There's nothing. The e-mail server completely wiped out everything," Morales, one of the CSU tecs told us.
"So we have nothing?" I asked.
"Well, he's been communicating with a Jamie Garner on a regular basis. Like twice a day."
"His girlfriend," I explained.
"Then, there were several e-mails to a Andrew Laurence. All of them were deleted. And he defragged his hard drive just after the last one."
"So you're telling me we've got nothing?"
"Sorry."
Elliot
"Come in," Jamie told us when we got to her house. She looked a lot paler than the last time I saw her. She was dressed in sweat pants and a tank top with her hair in a messy bun, making her look small in the large doorway, but her face was drawn, tired, her eyes red, making her much older than seventeen. I couldn't help but wonder when the last time she ate or slept was.
"How are you feeling?" Olivia asked.
She shrugged. "Okay," she said softly. The three of us sat down.
"Jamie, where were you the night Josh was murdered?"
She looked down, pulling her legs into her chest. "I told you, I was here."
"Can anyone verify that?" I asked.
"Lauren Robbins. I was talking to her for almost an hour."
"There's no record of any calls being made."
"No. . . no, I was talking to her on-line. You can ask her."
"Has anyone been bothering you lately?"
It took a minute for her to absorb Olivia's question. "You think someone killed Josh because of me?"
Neither of us answered.
"A couple of guys hassle me at work. That's about it."
"What do you mean 'hassle?'" I asked.
"They ask me out, use some lines, they got physical a couple of time, but the store manager threw them out."
"Does the name Andrew Laurence mean anything to you?"
Her face turned three shades paler at my words. She opened her mouth to say something but the phone rang.
"Excuse me," she said softly, getting up two answer it. She took a couple of steps, then collapsed.
"Jamie," I called loudly. "Jamie, can you hear me?" There was no response from her. Olivia pulled out her cell phone.
"This is detective Olivia Benson. I need a bus at 2743 Priam Way. Unconscious seventeen year old victim."
Olivia
"You can go in and see her in a minute," the doctor treating Jamie told us, coming out of her room.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked.
"She's dehydrated, for one thing, but I don't think that's why she lost consciousness."
"Why then?"
The doctor hesitated. "She's pregnant."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are you sure?"
"Two months."
"Thanks," Elliot mused as she left. "She's pregnant?"
"Is it Josh's baby?"
"Let's find out." She was in a single room with no window. She still looked pale, but not so bad as before. She had an IV in her arm and turned to face us when she we knocked.
"I'm sorry," she said softly when we came in, trying to lift herself up.
"Don't worry about," Elliot told her, the two of us taking a seat beside her. "When was the last time you ate?"
She shrugged. "You have to take better care of yourself, especially for your baby."
"Jamie?" I asked softly. "Whose baby is it?"
She looked away. "It doesn't matter," she whispered.
"Why not?" Elliot spoke up behind me.
She just lied there shaking her head, neither of us able to see her face. I didn't know what to do.
"Why doesn't it matter?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
She turned her head back around. Her face was streaked with tears. "Would it make any difference if I was sleeping with him?" She sounded like she was almost begging, her voice low. "Would that make any difference?"
"So whose is it?"
She still didn't answer. Her face looked strained.
"Whose baby is it?" I repeated.
"It's Josh's, okay? But it doesn't matter anymore. It won't matter after tomorrow."
"And why's that?" Elliot asked.
"Because after tomorrow, it'll be done forever."
Munch
"Why did it take her so long to admit that the baby was his," I heard Elliot saying as I came around the corner in the precinct.
"Elliot, I thought you were going to kick that soap opera habit," I told him. He shot me a look. "So what's this really about?"
"Jamie," Olivia told me. "She's pregnant. She says it's Josh's."
"And?"
"And neither of us believe her."
"Hold on a second," I told them, pulling a file off Fin's desk. Something didn't sound right in Olivia's second statement. I opened Josh's medical records from his school record.
"You're both right." I handed the file to them. Elliot took a once over of the file and raised his eyebrows, then handed it to Olivia.
"It can't be his," Elliot said.
"Not unless she's a member of Clonaid," I muttered.