title: possession - chapter five
author: duck...!
rating: pg-13. werd.
author note: i've just started making up streets and stuff now. short lil chapter for now.
disclaimer: after all this time i'm sure you know....not mine.
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Danny Adler had never been so scared in his life. First he'd had to deal with one overprotective partner, now he had to deal with his friends. How the hell had these psychopaths gotten past the rigorous academy screening? They did work in sex crimes; maybe working here had cracked their sanity. It was a plausible explanation, he mused to himself as he tried to appear unconcerned. He'd reached the door and was watching the really crazy one, Fin, out of the corner of his eye. He'd been so nice at first, then he'd started glaring and menacing and Danny had panicked.
But now he was home free. He could leave and never have to talk to these people again. Hell, he was probably lucky Olivia hadn't taken him up on his offer for dinner; she was probably just as screwed up. Besides, who knew what kind of sexual perversions she'd have from working here. He just hoped they caught Bobby soon so they'd stop having to pester him.
He opened the door with a sigh of relief. He inhaled a deep breath, feeling like a new man. Maybe he'd be careful from now on with women. He loved them for the night yes, but how many of them actually knew that?
The process of turning over a new leaf was rudely interrupted as he ran into another solid body. He almost fell backwards but a hand reached out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, saving him from a potentially nasty fall. He looked up and nearly screamed.
"Why Danny, I'm sorry," Stabler grinned, showing all his teeth. "I didn't see you there." He let go and Danny almost fell down again.
"I'm sorry too," Danny got out as he started to edge sideways. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"I'm sure you'll be more careful from now on," Stabler said, still grinning madly. Danny had gone from scared to terrified.
"Yessir," he said as he turned tail and fled.
Elliot turned around still smiling and poked his head into the interrogation room. "Lovely performance guys. But Liv is never going to find out about this, right?"
"We'll keep it under tighter wraps than Groom Lake," John confirmed.
- 11:00am -
"Well," Elliot said as he reviewed Cassandra's statement. "At least he didn't tattoo her."
"Which is strange," Olivia added. She looked around at the rest of the SVU team that had assembled to discuss their case. Cragen was adding a picture of Cassandra to the board next to Sheila, their first victim, while the four detectives stood in a half circle around it. Their row of victims had expanded to three.
"Yeah," Fin interjected. "Marcus seemed to like to screw up his brother's life."
"I would have thought that it started with her," Olivia said, nodding. "His brother did all but disown him. It seems like claiming his girlfriend as 'mine' would have been a good way to get back at him."
"Are we sure he didn't tattoo her at all?" Munch asked. "She didn't even tell us the first time around that she'd been raped."
"We asked," Elliot said. "She even showed us her stomach. Pierced navel, but no tattoo."
"So he's escalating," Cragen said. "Went from sexual assault a few years ago to rape to rape with violence. We've got to find him before he rapes anyone else."
"May be too late," Elliot commented. "I just got off the phone with a hospital downtown. Said they had a rape victim with a fresh tattoo on her stomach. Could be victim number four."
"Did they ask her about it?" Cragen asked.
"She's unconscious. If it is Marcus he beat her worse than he beat the third victim." Olivia sighed in frustration. The woman she and Elliot had found in Marcus's apartment was still in the hospital recovering from a concussion. If this one had been beaten worse she might not wake up for a couple days.
"Benson, Stabler. Go to the hospital," Cragen ordered. "Munch and Fin. Go over the LUDs from Marcus's place. Find out where he was calling and find out why."
- Breezeway Hospital -
- 462 East 3rd Street -
- 11:56 am -
"Your victim came about an hour and a half ago," the attending nurse told Elliot. "A guy brought her in, said he'd found her outside."
"Where is he now?" Elliot asked, glancing around. He caught Olivia's eye and nodded her over. She'd been studying the victim's test reports.
"He left," she answered. "Said he was just being a good Samaritan."
"Was he this man?" Elliot asked, pulling out Bobby Marcus's mug shot.
The nurse's eyes widened when she realized it was a police photo. "Yes, that's him but-"
"Ma'am, this is very important. Did anyone see how he left?" Elliot interrupted. "Car, bus, walking?"
"I think he walked. I was just going out to my lunch break when he came in with her. He was leaving when I came back," she said.
"That was when?" Olivia asked as she joined them. "Marcus?" she asked Elliot. He nodded.
"I got back about an hour ago," the nurse said. "He was heading east towards the river."
"Away from the other crimes," Olivia noted, turning to Elliot. He nodded.
"We forced him to move areas," he said. "But he couldn't have carried her very far."
"There's a few buildings of apartments just down the street," the nurse suggested. "We get people from there all the time. Mostly drug overdoses and gun shot wounds."
"Big gang area?" Elliot asked.
"Yes and no," the nurse said, frowning. "There are gangs yes, but they don't have a complete hold on the area. There's only a couple buildings involved in that."
"Narrows down the search area a bit," Olivia commented.
"We should get back to the precinct," Elliot said. "Maybe organize a canvas from there."
"Good idea," Olivia said. "Thanks for all your help. When she wakes up could you give us a call?" She handed the nurse her card.
"I'll put a note on her charts," the nurse said.
[tbc]
author: duck...!
rating: pg-13. werd.
author note: i've just started making up streets and stuff now. short lil chapter for now.
disclaimer: after all this time i'm sure you know....not mine.
-----
Danny Adler had never been so scared in his life. First he'd had to deal with one overprotective partner, now he had to deal with his friends. How the hell had these psychopaths gotten past the rigorous academy screening? They did work in sex crimes; maybe working here had cracked their sanity. It was a plausible explanation, he mused to himself as he tried to appear unconcerned. He'd reached the door and was watching the really crazy one, Fin, out of the corner of his eye. He'd been so nice at first, then he'd started glaring and menacing and Danny had panicked.
But now he was home free. He could leave and never have to talk to these people again. Hell, he was probably lucky Olivia hadn't taken him up on his offer for dinner; she was probably just as screwed up. Besides, who knew what kind of sexual perversions she'd have from working here. He just hoped they caught Bobby soon so they'd stop having to pester him.
He opened the door with a sigh of relief. He inhaled a deep breath, feeling like a new man. Maybe he'd be careful from now on with women. He loved them for the night yes, but how many of them actually knew that?
The process of turning over a new leaf was rudely interrupted as he ran into another solid body. He almost fell backwards but a hand reached out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, saving him from a potentially nasty fall. He looked up and nearly screamed.
"Why Danny, I'm sorry," Stabler grinned, showing all his teeth. "I didn't see you there." He let go and Danny almost fell down again.
"I'm sorry too," Danny got out as he started to edge sideways. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"I'm sure you'll be more careful from now on," Stabler said, still grinning madly. Danny had gone from scared to terrified.
"Yessir," he said as he turned tail and fled.
Elliot turned around still smiling and poked his head into the interrogation room. "Lovely performance guys. But Liv is never going to find out about this, right?"
"We'll keep it under tighter wraps than Groom Lake," John confirmed.
- 11:00am -
"Well," Elliot said as he reviewed Cassandra's statement. "At least he didn't tattoo her."
"Which is strange," Olivia added. She looked around at the rest of the SVU team that had assembled to discuss their case. Cragen was adding a picture of Cassandra to the board next to Sheila, their first victim, while the four detectives stood in a half circle around it. Their row of victims had expanded to three.
"Yeah," Fin interjected. "Marcus seemed to like to screw up his brother's life."
"I would have thought that it started with her," Olivia said, nodding. "His brother did all but disown him. It seems like claiming his girlfriend as 'mine' would have been a good way to get back at him."
"Are we sure he didn't tattoo her at all?" Munch asked. "She didn't even tell us the first time around that she'd been raped."
"We asked," Elliot said. "She even showed us her stomach. Pierced navel, but no tattoo."
"So he's escalating," Cragen said. "Went from sexual assault a few years ago to rape to rape with violence. We've got to find him before he rapes anyone else."
"May be too late," Elliot commented. "I just got off the phone with a hospital downtown. Said they had a rape victim with a fresh tattoo on her stomach. Could be victim number four."
"Did they ask her about it?" Cragen asked.
"She's unconscious. If it is Marcus he beat her worse than he beat the third victim." Olivia sighed in frustration. The woman she and Elliot had found in Marcus's apartment was still in the hospital recovering from a concussion. If this one had been beaten worse she might not wake up for a couple days.
"Benson, Stabler. Go to the hospital," Cragen ordered. "Munch and Fin. Go over the LUDs from Marcus's place. Find out where he was calling and find out why."
- Breezeway Hospital -
- 462 East 3rd Street -
- 11:56 am -
"Your victim came about an hour and a half ago," the attending nurse told Elliot. "A guy brought her in, said he'd found her outside."
"Where is he now?" Elliot asked, glancing around. He caught Olivia's eye and nodded her over. She'd been studying the victim's test reports.
"He left," she answered. "Said he was just being a good Samaritan."
"Was he this man?" Elliot asked, pulling out Bobby Marcus's mug shot.
The nurse's eyes widened when she realized it was a police photo. "Yes, that's him but-"
"Ma'am, this is very important. Did anyone see how he left?" Elliot interrupted. "Car, bus, walking?"
"I think he walked. I was just going out to my lunch break when he came in with her. He was leaving when I came back," she said.
"That was when?" Olivia asked as she joined them. "Marcus?" she asked Elliot. He nodded.
"I got back about an hour ago," the nurse said. "He was heading east towards the river."
"Away from the other crimes," Olivia noted, turning to Elliot. He nodded.
"We forced him to move areas," he said. "But he couldn't have carried her very far."
"There's a few buildings of apartments just down the street," the nurse suggested. "We get people from there all the time. Mostly drug overdoses and gun shot wounds."
"Big gang area?" Elliot asked.
"Yes and no," the nurse said, frowning. "There are gangs yes, but they don't have a complete hold on the area. There's only a couple buildings involved in that."
"Narrows down the search area a bit," Olivia commented.
"We should get back to the precinct," Elliot said. "Maybe organize a canvas from there."
"Good idea," Olivia said. "Thanks for all your help. When she wakes up could you give us a call?" She handed the nurse her card.
"I'll put a note on her charts," the nurse said.
[tbc]