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Elliot lay on his bed watching the ceiling. Another case, another sleepless night. There was a knock at the door. "Dad? You awake?" Maureen asked. She walked in, not waiting for his answer, she knew it was a stupid question to ask. Elliot turned his head to the clock, 10pm-he'd managed to get home early today.
"Yeah, what's up?" He sat up, Maureen sat down on the side of the bed.
"I think you should talk to Dickie...there's been a couple of problems today..."
"At school?"
"Yeah."
"You want me to talk to him right now?"
"He's not asleep, I already checked on him...but I know he's not going to school tomorrow."
"What's this about, Maureen?"
"He got a beating from the older kids, or more technically, he was standing with his back towards a the sports rack and a baseball bat just happened to fall and hit him on the back of the neck with a large amount of force. That's what they told the principal...and got away with. What's worse is, he won't tell me why they did it."
Elliot got up, and promptly made his way to his son's room.
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"Kids bouncing on your bed got you tired again?" Munch asked the next day at the precinct. The dark rings under Elliot's eyes had deepened and he yawned more constantly.
"No, just something else on my mind."
"Say...are you dating already, man?" Fin remarked, stirring his coffee, with raised brows.
"Huh? Nah, nothing like that." Elliot thought back to last night, taking the bandages from Dickie's neck to be greeted with a scene of cuts from splintered wood and purple bruising. He remembered his mumbled words-"It's okay, dad, I'm strong, just like you." Sounded a lot like what he said to his mother after receiving a beating from his father. Unusually, Olivia came in late that morning, and she, following suit with Elliot, looked extremely tired. She went to her desk and instantly noticed Elliot's faraway look.
"Are the kids okay? You seem worried, Elliot." She questioned him, to his amusement, almost sounding motherly.
"Olivia..." he shared all of his problems with her, including what he had seen on Kali's arms the previous day.
"Elliot...I don't know what to say...but if Kali and Dickie are getting hurt by people, then you should definitely find out who."
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Elliot lay on his bed watching the ceiling. Another case, another sleepless night. There was a knock at the door. "Dad? You awake?" Maureen asked. She walked in, not waiting for his answer, she knew it was a stupid question to ask. Elliot turned his head to the clock, 10pm-he'd managed to get home early today.
"Yeah, what's up?" He sat up, Maureen sat down on the side of the bed.
"I think you should talk to Dickie...there's been a couple of problems today..."
"At school?"
"Yeah."
"You want me to talk to him right now?"
"He's not asleep, I already checked on him...but I know he's not going to school tomorrow."
"What's this about, Maureen?"
"He got a beating from the older kids, or more technically, he was standing with his back towards a the sports rack and a baseball bat just happened to fall and hit him on the back of the neck with a large amount of force. That's what they told the principal...and got away with. What's worse is, he won't tell me why they did it."
Elliot got up, and promptly made his way to his son's room.
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"Kids bouncing on your bed got you tired again?" Munch asked the next day at the precinct. The dark rings under Elliot's eyes had deepened and he yawned more constantly.
"No, just something else on my mind."
"Say...are you dating already, man?" Fin remarked, stirring his coffee, with raised brows.
"Huh? Nah, nothing like that." Elliot thought back to last night, taking the bandages from Dickie's neck to be greeted with a scene of cuts from splintered wood and purple bruising. He remembered his mumbled words-"It's okay, dad, I'm strong, just like you." Sounded a lot like what he said to his mother after receiving a beating from his father. Unusually, Olivia came in late that morning, and she, following suit with Elliot, looked extremely tired. She went to her desk and instantly noticed Elliot's faraway look.
"Are the kids okay? You seem worried, Elliot." She questioned him, to his amusement, almost sounding motherly.
"Olivia..." he shared all of his problems with her, including what he had seen on Kali's arms the previous day.
"Elliot...I don't know what to say...but if Kali and Dickie are getting hurt by people, then you should definitely find out who."
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