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Kali's drawing books were organised in her shelves as usual, when she walked into her room, but did not stay that way when she tripped over her pencil tin, colliding with the bookcase. Slowly she sat up, picking up each of the pencils and placing them carefully into their separate slots. As she did this Kali saw that one of her many drawing books had been knocked out of its place. Lying on the floor, the book open, she saw one of the many random people she'd photographed re-drawn in detail. Instead of placing the book back on the shelf she flipped through it to find the same person: feet up on a desk, grinning, facing to the sky and with a coffee cup in hand. She sighed, and closed the book.
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The next day Elliot sat back in his chair, thinking.
"So, what happened with this Kali girl?" Huang asked, noticing Elliot's frustrated face.
"She denied three times then their rooster crowed." Munch said from his desk, a light-hearted smile playing over his face.
"I don't understand why both of them are refusing to admit it." Elliot was exasperated.
"Did you ever think the wounds were self inflicted?" The psychiatrist suggested.
"Well, that's meant to be your area of work, Doc."
"Hmm..Can't you bring her and her brother in, just for a sit down? I mean it seems reasonable if the father has been accused of abuse. We also have a young family next door to back up that statement."
"I'll get on it." Elliot said, slightly happier, heading towards Captain Cragen's office.
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Later that morning, a young man sat in the interrogation room, opposite to John and Fin.
"So, what exactly am I doing here?" Daniel asked, fiddling with his backpack. "I'm meant to be going to a movie with my friends, you know."
"Well thanks for giving up your day to answer some of our questions." Munch said with a smile. Fin kept his usual imposing figure and as John had learned he never really liked dealing with 'pubescent punks'.
"Now, Daniel, your neighbours told us there was quite riot at your residence last night." John started. "what can you tell us about that?"
Daniel pulled a smug look. "The Grangers? The adults are paranoid and their kids are retarded. They haven't even met us. They've only been living there the past two weeks."
"Look kid, did something happen or not?" Fin drew in close.
"How many times do I have to tell you, nothing happened!" Daniel shouted, slamming a fist on the table.
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Kali, in booth number two, was sorting her drawing books, waiting for the detectives to come in. Elliot and Olivia entered the room, bearing a can of soda and friendly faces.
"Hi Kali, how are you feeling?" Olivia asked.
"I'm fine." Kali replied placing her books in a knapsack on the floor.
"You doing okay in school?" Elliot gave her the soda. "Here."
"Thankyou. Ummm...I...I'm doing al...alright." she stuttered quietly, facing the table.
"Do you have a favourite subject? Kat told us you like to draw." Olivia started. "And that you're really good at it too." Very slowly Kali sipped her drink. As she did this the loose sleeves on her jumper rode up a little more then what Elliot had first seen. He and Olivia traded glances. She asked the question. "What are those marks on your arms?" she said softly, but firmly.
"Th, they're n, n, nothing..." Kali only whispered and was barely audible. Elliot got up and slowly walked to the other side of the table.
"May I?" he inquired, touching the end of her sleeve. She nodded, giving in. As Elliot lifted the sleeve they were greeted by the horrific site of black-purple bruising all the way up her arm as well as various cuts and scratches. The meagre bandage that covered the latest of these cuts, was soaked with old blood and covered up a deep penetration to her upper arm. Kali sat there and covered her face with her hands, she neither cried or even sobbed. No tears ran down her face. She sat there, broken.
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Olivia just sat down, clearly horrified of what she and Elliot had seen. They had just arrived back from taking Kali to a doctor, where she would have the wounds photographed then treated.
"All of that, just on her arm, one of the most visible spots..just imagine the kind of damage that bastard did to the rest of her..." Olivia whispered, shaken. Elliot gave her a coffee cup and sat back at his desk staring at the photo of him and his kids, thankful they would never receive that kind of abuse. At least, never from him. He thought of Dickie and sighed.
"I'm sorry guys but we really don't have quite enough on your Kain Sommers to arrest him." Novak strode into the squadroom. "You see, considering the fact she's seems to have severe depression and that she hasn't made any complaint." The whole teams' faces were grim. "But...bury him in his own shit and we'll bring him in on being a public nuisance."
"Time to get dirty." Munch stated. "Did I ever mention I wanted scented soaps for my next Hanukah?"
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Kali's drawing books were organised in her shelves as usual, when she walked into her room, but did not stay that way when she tripped over her pencil tin, colliding with the bookcase. Slowly she sat up, picking up each of the pencils and placing them carefully into their separate slots. As she did this Kali saw that one of her many drawing books had been knocked out of its place. Lying on the floor, the book open, she saw one of the many random people she'd photographed re-drawn in detail. Instead of placing the book back on the shelf she flipped through it to find the same person: feet up on a desk, grinning, facing to the sky and with a coffee cup in hand. She sighed, and closed the book.
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The next day Elliot sat back in his chair, thinking.
"So, what happened with this Kali girl?" Huang asked, noticing Elliot's frustrated face.
"She denied three times then their rooster crowed." Munch said from his desk, a light-hearted smile playing over his face.
"I don't understand why both of them are refusing to admit it." Elliot was exasperated.
"Did you ever think the wounds were self inflicted?" The psychiatrist suggested.
"Well, that's meant to be your area of work, Doc."
"Hmm..Can't you bring her and her brother in, just for a sit down? I mean it seems reasonable if the father has been accused of abuse. We also have a young family next door to back up that statement."
"I'll get on it." Elliot said, slightly happier, heading towards Captain Cragen's office.
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Later that morning, a young man sat in the interrogation room, opposite to John and Fin.
"So, what exactly am I doing here?" Daniel asked, fiddling with his backpack. "I'm meant to be going to a movie with my friends, you know."
"Well thanks for giving up your day to answer some of our questions." Munch said with a smile. Fin kept his usual imposing figure and as John had learned he never really liked dealing with 'pubescent punks'.
"Now, Daniel, your neighbours told us there was quite riot at your residence last night." John started. "what can you tell us about that?"
Daniel pulled a smug look. "The Grangers? The adults are paranoid and their kids are retarded. They haven't even met us. They've only been living there the past two weeks."
"Look kid, did something happen or not?" Fin drew in close.
"How many times do I have to tell you, nothing happened!" Daniel shouted, slamming a fist on the table.
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Kali, in booth number two, was sorting her drawing books, waiting for the detectives to come in. Elliot and Olivia entered the room, bearing a can of soda and friendly faces.
"Hi Kali, how are you feeling?" Olivia asked.
"I'm fine." Kali replied placing her books in a knapsack on the floor.
"You doing okay in school?" Elliot gave her the soda. "Here."
"Thankyou. Ummm...I...I'm doing al...alright." she stuttered quietly, facing the table.
"Do you have a favourite subject? Kat told us you like to draw." Olivia started. "And that you're really good at it too." Very slowly Kali sipped her drink. As she did this the loose sleeves on her jumper rode up a little more then what Elliot had first seen. He and Olivia traded glances. She asked the question. "What are those marks on your arms?" she said softly, but firmly.
"Th, they're n, n, nothing..." Kali only whispered and was barely audible. Elliot got up and slowly walked to the other side of the table.
"May I?" he inquired, touching the end of her sleeve. She nodded, giving in. As Elliot lifted the sleeve they were greeted by the horrific site of black-purple bruising all the way up her arm as well as various cuts and scratches. The meagre bandage that covered the latest of these cuts, was soaked with old blood and covered up a deep penetration to her upper arm. Kali sat there and covered her face with her hands, she neither cried or even sobbed. No tears ran down her face. She sat there, broken.
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Olivia just sat down, clearly horrified of what she and Elliot had seen. They had just arrived back from taking Kali to a doctor, where she would have the wounds photographed then treated.
"All of that, just on her arm, one of the most visible spots..just imagine the kind of damage that bastard did to the rest of her..." Olivia whispered, shaken. Elliot gave her a coffee cup and sat back at his desk staring at the photo of him and his kids, thankful they would never receive that kind of abuse. At least, never from him. He thought of Dickie and sighed.
"I'm sorry guys but we really don't have quite enough on your Kain Sommers to arrest him." Novak strode into the squadroom. "You see, considering the fact she's seems to have severe depression and that she hasn't made any complaint." The whole teams' faces were grim. "But...bury him in his own shit and we'll bring him in on being a public nuisance."
"Time to get dirty." Munch stated. "Did I ever mention I wanted scented soaps for my next Hanukah?"
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