title: possession - chapter four
author duck!!
rating: tv-14. nyah.
author note: muchas gracias to the ever fabulous kukrae :)
disclaimer: i take full responsibility for possessive!elliot, but every other iteration of these characters is alas not mine.
- Special Victims Unit Squad Room -
- Thursday September 2nd 7:58am -
Elliot sipped his coffee and stared at the second hand of the clock on the wall. It seemed to tick slower than usual and he tapped his finger impatiently on the desk. Yesterday had been a big blank as far as the case had gone. They'd gone out canvassing the street looking for Marcus and had only come up with two hits, both of which turned out to be his brother. It had been a waste of a day, so Cragen decided they'd start over from the beginning. Elliot was waiting for Danny Adler to come it for a round of questioning that he hoped would help produce more than it had the last time around.
They were also waiting for Alexander Marcus and his girlfriend, but Elliot couldn't care less about them. He'd had time to let his anger stew in the heat of the city yesterday and he couldn't wait to get another few shots in on the parole officer. He'd have to do it quickly though; he and Olivia had drawn the girlfriend assignment while Munch and Fin were the lucky ones with Danny.
"If you're thinking about taking on Danny again, don't," a soft voice cautioned in his ear. He jumped and twisted to face a smirking Olivia.
"But--"
"Don't think I won't rip you a new one, Stabler," she warned. She grinned as she sat down in her chair. "Your recidivism rate's worse than a sex offender."
"Now that hurts," he said, frowning. "How do you know that's what I was thinking about anyway?"
"Come on, Elliot, do I look like I was born yesterday? Besides I think I can handle a guy like Danny Adler."
"Hey, what'd he do anyway?" Fin asked. Elliot realized both Munch and Fin had been eavesdropping. "We gotta talk to him. At least tell us what he's like."
"He tried to get in my pants," Olivia said, laughing. "Elliot got a little jealous."
"Did not," he retorted. She arched an eyebrow at him. "Well, maybe a little over-protective. But I didn't like the way he was looking at you."
He watched Munch and Fin trade glances before they both looked at him. Over Munch's shoulder he saw Alexander Marcus and a young woman enter the squad room. "Beat him up for me," he said as he stood. "That's our cue." Olivia turned around, then nodded as she faced him again.
"Munch, would you get Mr. Marcus some coffee, then take him to Cragen's office?" Elliot asked.
"You forgot to say please, twinkle toes," Munch mumbled as he walked by. He gave the man a warning look and Munch shrugged. "Sure."
- Interview Room -
"So, Cassandra," Olivia started. "How long have you and Alexander been dating?"
"A few months." The girl pushed her purple hair out of her eyes. "I just moved in last month."
"How old are you?" Elliot asked.
"Twenty."
"You do know that Alex is twenty-eight?" he continued.
"Age doesn't matter," the girl shrugged. She twisted one of the rings on her finger and glared back through dark eyelashes. "He says he loves me. It's nice to hear."
"Did he ever mention his twin brother?" Elliot asked.
"Once or twice, just that he had one."
"Did you ever meet his brother?"
"Bobby was in prison."
Olivia jumped back in after having observed the girl's body language for a while. "Until a couple weeks ago, yes. Did you ever seen him around your apartment?"
"No." Her eyes shifted downward to her fingers and Olivia met Elliot's brief gaze.
"Are you sure?" she probed. "Anything you tell us can only help."
"He knocked on the door a few days ago," she finally admitted. "I thought it was Xan at first. I thought maybe he'd lost his key."
"And then what happened?" Olivia asked gently. She could tell where this was going. The girl's body language exuded victim.
"He came inside and I knew it wasn't Xan." Her hands waved in front of her face. "He didn't have the tats." Her left arm crossed defensively over her body and her right thumbnail quickly found her mouth. "He uh, he said I had something that he needed."
"What did he do to you?" Elliot asked, sympathy suffusing his tone.
"He raped me," she confessed. Her tone was as flat as her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell the other detectives?"
"Because cops have never helped before," she spat out.
Olivia sat down on the table next to the girl. "Cassandra, has something like this ever happened to you before?"
"Every day of my life from the moment I was twelve."
"Who?"
"Daddy dearest. Bastard finally keeled over of a heart attack when I was seventeen. Ran to the city. Haven't looked back since."
Elliot assessed her, compassion in his eyes. "Did Bobby take anything from the apartment?"
"Yeah, a tattoo gun and some ink." The girl had yet to shed a tear. "I told Xan one of his friends had borrowed them."
"He doesn't know about it?"
"No. I couldn't tell him. Not after what had happened before. He's a good guy and it's not his fault his brother keeps fucking up his relationships." She finally looked up. "Please don't tell him," she begged.
"I think you need to, Cassandra," Olivia advised gently. "Things like this...you need someone to talk to them about. I'm going to give you the number for Victim's Services okay? They can help get you counseling."
"Never needed any help before," she pronounced venomously. "Don't need none now."
- Interrogation Room -
John could instantly see why Elliot disliked Danny Adler. When he came in his eyes had instantly singled out every woman in the place. He'd probably even ranked them. His eyes had found the empty pair of desks next to where they stood and swept over Olivia's pictures enough to figure it was hers. John'd had to resist the urge to laugh aloud when he'd spied the picture she had of her and Elliot sitting next to the picture of her mother.
John himself had actually taken it on day when everyone was in a playful mood after breaking open a particularly high profile case. They'd all gone out for drinks afterwards and gotten completely trashed. John had never seen the pair of them so relaxed, so he'd whipped out the digital camera he'd brought along just in case anything blackmail-worthy had happened. Olivia had her arm slung around the back of Elliot's neck and they were both grinning like fools. God only knew what had possessed them to wear the clothes they were in either.
Suffice it to say Danny had taken one look at the picture and all but turned green. The tips of his ears however had turned a distinctive shade of red. He'd quickly mumbled something about getting this over, so Fin had led him back to the interrogation room. John had followed after a picking up his notebook.
"So, Danny," John said as he sat down across the table from the blond man. "How long have you been a parole officer?"
"A few years. I joined up out of college," he explained.
Fin flipped open his file as he leaned against the table next to Danny. "Says here you applied for the academy."
"Yeah," Danny said, shifting nervously in his chair. "I didn't get in, so I figured I'd go somewhere else where I could do some good."
"Working to rehabilitate ex-cons is a tough job, don't sell yourself short, kid," Fin said amiably.
"I'm not."
"Good. Now, about Bobby Marcus," Fin continued. "How long have you known him?"
"He only got out a couple weeks ago, so it hasn't been too long. I set him up in the apartment, got him a job."
John jumped back in. "Did anything seem to indicate to you that he would start doing something like this? Anything in his behavior?"
"No," Danny said, shaking his head. "He seemed genuinely ready to re-enter society. I deal with so many that aren't I was just grateful to have a guy who'd only been in a few years."
"Do you know where he might have learned how to tattoo?" John asked.
"I checked his records. He moved to L.A. for a few months about six years ago. He might have learned there. When he came back he stayed with his brother until he went to prison." Danny shrugged. "He could have learned in L.A. or from his brother."
"Which do you think is more likely?" Fin asked. John watched him out of the corner of his eye and felt the corner of his mouth tug upward in a half grin. Busting this guy's balls was going to be fun.
"Me?" Danny asked, surprise evident on his face that they were asking his opinion. "I think from his brother. Bobby's a smart guy. Even if his brother weren't actively teaching him, all he'd have to do is watch for a while and he could probably get the hang of it."
"Yeah, he doesn't have to pick up the artistry to tattoo a word on someone's stomach," Fin said with a small smile. Danny grinned back and John marveled at the wonderful job his partner was doing to put this guy at ease. "The rape too, doesn't take a lot of artistry." Here it came, John thought gleefully.
"Oh hell no," Danny agreed. "Bobby just didn't ever strike me as comfortable around women. He just didn't have that touch, you know?"
"You could tell that?" John asked.
"Oh sure."
"You got that touch, Danny?" John gave a slight leer. "You know."
Danny's smile widened. "In spades, my friend, in spades."
John shared a glance with Fin that clearly established Fin's incredulity that the guy was falling for it. "A ladies man, I take it?" Fin asked as he turned back to Danny.
"Let's just say I've never lacked for female attention," Danny said, grinning suggestively. "That Olivia though, she's pretty frigid."
Classic, John thought. He not only falls into the trap he actually digs himself deeper before it's even sprung. "Between you and me," he said, leaning across to table as he lowered his voice. "She needs to find herself a man. Fast."
"Her partner seems pretty possessive," Danny said, taking in both Fin and John in one glance. "They're not together?"
"Who, Elliot?" John asked, letting skepticism creep into his voice. "Oh no. He's her best friend, more like an older brother type. We all feel that way really."
Danny's face froze for a moment before he visibly forced himself to relax. "You all feel what way?"
"She's like a little sister to all of us," Fin said, leaning in closer to Danny's face. "You know, if anyone treated her badly--maybe disrespected her with a one-night stand or something--the three of us would probably find him. We're cops, we know how to make things look like accidents."
John almost feel sorry for the kid. He knew he'd never want a face-full of Fin spouting thinly-veiled threats. His partner was downright scary if you were on the receiving end of one of his glares. Still, in all likelihood he did deserve it.
"You weren't going to do anything like that though, Danny," he said, watching him over the top of his glasses. "Were you?"
"N-no," Danny stuttered. "I mean, I asked her if she'd like to get dinner. But I wasn't going to...you know."
"Sleep with her?" Fin asked. "What, she not good enough for you?" His glare was out in full force now.
"No! She's great." Danny was staring at Fin in wide-eyed terror. "I wasn't going to have a one-night stand or anything."
"Good," John said. "Just checking. We have to defend our own."
Danny nodded and eyed Fin cautiously as he launched himself off the table and stalk to the window, arms crossed. "Is there anything else you guys need from me?"
"No," John said, giving him an friendly smile. "You've been a big help."
"So I can go?"
"Sure. It's not like you're under arrest or anything," John laughed. Danny got shakily to his feet and practically bolted for the door.
[tbc]
the picture i described is a real one, from tv guide. if you wanna see it it's at http://www.geocities.com/lcars1013/cm7.jpeg much love to kukrae for sending it to me :)
author duck!!
rating: tv-14. nyah.
author note: muchas gracias to the ever fabulous kukrae :)
disclaimer: i take full responsibility for possessive!elliot, but every other iteration of these characters is alas not mine.
- Special Victims Unit Squad Room -
- Thursday September 2nd 7:58am -
Elliot sipped his coffee and stared at the second hand of the clock on the wall. It seemed to tick slower than usual and he tapped his finger impatiently on the desk. Yesterday had been a big blank as far as the case had gone. They'd gone out canvassing the street looking for Marcus and had only come up with two hits, both of which turned out to be his brother. It had been a waste of a day, so Cragen decided they'd start over from the beginning. Elliot was waiting for Danny Adler to come it for a round of questioning that he hoped would help produce more than it had the last time around.
They were also waiting for Alexander Marcus and his girlfriend, but Elliot couldn't care less about them. He'd had time to let his anger stew in the heat of the city yesterday and he couldn't wait to get another few shots in on the parole officer. He'd have to do it quickly though; he and Olivia had drawn the girlfriend assignment while Munch and Fin were the lucky ones with Danny.
"If you're thinking about taking on Danny again, don't," a soft voice cautioned in his ear. He jumped and twisted to face a smirking Olivia.
"But--"
"Don't think I won't rip you a new one, Stabler," she warned. She grinned as she sat down in her chair. "Your recidivism rate's worse than a sex offender."
"Now that hurts," he said, frowning. "How do you know that's what I was thinking about anyway?"
"Come on, Elliot, do I look like I was born yesterday? Besides I think I can handle a guy like Danny Adler."
"Hey, what'd he do anyway?" Fin asked. Elliot realized both Munch and Fin had been eavesdropping. "We gotta talk to him. At least tell us what he's like."
"He tried to get in my pants," Olivia said, laughing. "Elliot got a little jealous."
"Did not," he retorted. She arched an eyebrow at him. "Well, maybe a little over-protective. But I didn't like the way he was looking at you."
He watched Munch and Fin trade glances before they both looked at him. Over Munch's shoulder he saw Alexander Marcus and a young woman enter the squad room. "Beat him up for me," he said as he stood. "That's our cue." Olivia turned around, then nodded as she faced him again.
"Munch, would you get Mr. Marcus some coffee, then take him to Cragen's office?" Elliot asked.
"You forgot to say please, twinkle toes," Munch mumbled as he walked by. He gave the man a warning look and Munch shrugged. "Sure."
- Interview Room -
"So, Cassandra," Olivia started. "How long have you and Alexander been dating?"
"A few months." The girl pushed her purple hair out of her eyes. "I just moved in last month."
"How old are you?" Elliot asked.
"Twenty."
"You do know that Alex is twenty-eight?" he continued.
"Age doesn't matter," the girl shrugged. She twisted one of the rings on her finger and glared back through dark eyelashes. "He says he loves me. It's nice to hear."
"Did he ever mention his twin brother?" Elliot asked.
"Once or twice, just that he had one."
"Did you ever meet his brother?"
"Bobby was in prison."
Olivia jumped back in after having observed the girl's body language for a while. "Until a couple weeks ago, yes. Did you ever seen him around your apartment?"
"No." Her eyes shifted downward to her fingers and Olivia met Elliot's brief gaze.
"Are you sure?" she probed. "Anything you tell us can only help."
"He knocked on the door a few days ago," she finally admitted. "I thought it was Xan at first. I thought maybe he'd lost his key."
"And then what happened?" Olivia asked gently. She could tell where this was going. The girl's body language exuded victim.
"He came inside and I knew it wasn't Xan." Her hands waved in front of her face. "He didn't have the tats." Her left arm crossed defensively over her body and her right thumbnail quickly found her mouth. "He uh, he said I had something that he needed."
"What did he do to you?" Elliot asked, sympathy suffusing his tone.
"He raped me," she confessed. Her tone was as flat as her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell the other detectives?"
"Because cops have never helped before," she spat out.
Olivia sat down on the table next to the girl. "Cassandra, has something like this ever happened to you before?"
"Every day of my life from the moment I was twelve."
"Who?"
"Daddy dearest. Bastard finally keeled over of a heart attack when I was seventeen. Ran to the city. Haven't looked back since."
Elliot assessed her, compassion in his eyes. "Did Bobby take anything from the apartment?"
"Yeah, a tattoo gun and some ink." The girl had yet to shed a tear. "I told Xan one of his friends had borrowed them."
"He doesn't know about it?"
"No. I couldn't tell him. Not after what had happened before. He's a good guy and it's not his fault his brother keeps fucking up his relationships." She finally looked up. "Please don't tell him," she begged.
"I think you need to, Cassandra," Olivia advised gently. "Things like this...you need someone to talk to them about. I'm going to give you the number for Victim's Services okay? They can help get you counseling."
"Never needed any help before," she pronounced venomously. "Don't need none now."
- Interrogation Room -
John could instantly see why Elliot disliked Danny Adler. When he came in his eyes had instantly singled out every woman in the place. He'd probably even ranked them. His eyes had found the empty pair of desks next to where they stood and swept over Olivia's pictures enough to figure it was hers. John'd had to resist the urge to laugh aloud when he'd spied the picture she had of her and Elliot sitting next to the picture of her mother.
John himself had actually taken it on day when everyone was in a playful mood after breaking open a particularly high profile case. They'd all gone out for drinks afterwards and gotten completely trashed. John had never seen the pair of them so relaxed, so he'd whipped out the digital camera he'd brought along just in case anything blackmail-worthy had happened. Olivia had her arm slung around the back of Elliot's neck and they were both grinning like fools. God only knew what had possessed them to wear the clothes they were in either.
Suffice it to say Danny had taken one look at the picture and all but turned green. The tips of his ears however had turned a distinctive shade of red. He'd quickly mumbled something about getting this over, so Fin had led him back to the interrogation room. John had followed after a picking up his notebook.
"So, Danny," John said as he sat down across the table from the blond man. "How long have you been a parole officer?"
"A few years. I joined up out of college," he explained.
Fin flipped open his file as he leaned against the table next to Danny. "Says here you applied for the academy."
"Yeah," Danny said, shifting nervously in his chair. "I didn't get in, so I figured I'd go somewhere else where I could do some good."
"Working to rehabilitate ex-cons is a tough job, don't sell yourself short, kid," Fin said amiably.
"I'm not."
"Good. Now, about Bobby Marcus," Fin continued. "How long have you known him?"
"He only got out a couple weeks ago, so it hasn't been too long. I set him up in the apartment, got him a job."
John jumped back in. "Did anything seem to indicate to you that he would start doing something like this? Anything in his behavior?"
"No," Danny said, shaking his head. "He seemed genuinely ready to re-enter society. I deal with so many that aren't I was just grateful to have a guy who'd only been in a few years."
"Do you know where he might have learned how to tattoo?" John asked.
"I checked his records. He moved to L.A. for a few months about six years ago. He might have learned there. When he came back he stayed with his brother until he went to prison." Danny shrugged. "He could have learned in L.A. or from his brother."
"Which do you think is more likely?" Fin asked. John watched him out of the corner of his eye and felt the corner of his mouth tug upward in a half grin. Busting this guy's balls was going to be fun.
"Me?" Danny asked, surprise evident on his face that they were asking his opinion. "I think from his brother. Bobby's a smart guy. Even if his brother weren't actively teaching him, all he'd have to do is watch for a while and he could probably get the hang of it."
"Yeah, he doesn't have to pick up the artistry to tattoo a word on someone's stomach," Fin said with a small smile. Danny grinned back and John marveled at the wonderful job his partner was doing to put this guy at ease. "The rape too, doesn't take a lot of artistry." Here it came, John thought gleefully.
"Oh hell no," Danny agreed. "Bobby just didn't ever strike me as comfortable around women. He just didn't have that touch, you know?"
"You could tell that?" John asked.
"Oh sure."
"You got that touch, Danny?" John gave a slight leer. "You know."
Danny's smile widened. "In spades, my friend, in spades."
John shared a glance with Fin that clearly established Fin's incredulity that the guy was falling for it. "A ladies man, I take it?" Fin asked as he turned back to Danny.
"Let's just say I've never lacked for female attention," Danny said, grinning suggestively. "That Olivia though, she's pretty frigid."
Classic, John thought. He not only falls into the trap he actually digs himself deeper before it's even sprung. "Between you and me," he said, leaning across to table as he lowered his voice. "She needs to find herself a man. Fast."
"Her partner seems pretty possessive," Danny said, taking in both Fin and John in one glance. "They're not together?"
"Who, Elliot?" John asked, letting skepticism creep into his voice. "Oh no. He's her best friend, more like an older brother type. We all feel that way really."
Danny's face froze for a moment before he visibly forced himself to relax. "You all feel what way?"
"She's like a little sister to all of us," Fin said, leaning in closer to Danny's face. "You know, if anyone treated her badly--maybe disrespected her with a one-night stand or something--the three of us would probably find him. We're cops, we know how to make things look like accidents."
John almost feel sorry for the kid. He knew he'd never want a face-full of Fin spouting thinly-veiled threats. His partner was downright scary if you were on the receiving end of one of his glares. Still, in all likelihood he did deserve it.
"You weren't going to do anything like that though, Danny," he said, watching him over the top of his glasses. "Were you?"
"N-no," Danny stuttered. "I mean, I asked her if she'd like to get dinner. But I wasn't going to...you know."
"Sleep with her?" Fin asked. "What, she not good enough for you?" His glare was out in full force now.
"No! She's great." Danny was staring at Fin in wide-eyed terror. "I wasn't going to have a one-night stand or anything."
"Good," John said. "Just checking. We have to defend our own."
Danny nodded and eyed Fin cautiously as he launched himself off the table and stalk to the window, arms crossed. "Is there anything else you guys need from me?"
"No," John said, giving him an friendly smile. "You've been a big help."
"So I can go?"
"Sure. It's not like you're under arrest or anything," John laughed. Danny got shakily to his feet and practically bolted for the door.
[tbc]
the picture i described is a real one, from tv guide. if you wanna see it it's at http://www.geocities.com/lcars1013/cm7.jpeg much love to kukrae for sending it to me :)