Home of John and Erica Jones
April 12th, 2004
5:32 AM
Olivia paused for a second, the house looming before her. This was the hardest part of the job. There was no doubt about it. She felt Elliot come behind her, his presence somewhat reassuring.
"You okay, Liv?" he asked lightly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered quickly, a little too for Elliot's liking.
"You want me to go in there and tell them alone?" Elliot asked.
"El, I'm fine. I can do my job," Olivia snapped, her tone much harsher than she intended. She looked over her shoulder, noting the somewhat hurt look in his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said with a sigh.
"It's okay," Elliot said, shrugging his shoulders. The silence hung between then, and with a glance to the house he said, "So, you want to..."
"Yeah," Olivia replied, walking up the steps. She pressed the doorbell once, waiting tensely until the door opened.
When it did, Olivia and Elliot came face to face with a short woman with shoulder length brown hair. "May I help you?" the woman asked timidly.
"I'm Detective Benson, this is Detective Stabler. We're with the Special Victims Unit of the NYPD. We need to speak to the parents of Larissa Jones," Olivia said softly.
"I'm her mother, Erica," the woman said. "Come in, let me get my husband," the woman said.
Seconds later, the detectives had been introduced to Larissa's father, John. "Please, have a seat," the tall, dark haired man gestured. "What happened to Larissa? Have you found her? Is she okay?"
Olivia glanced at Elliot, and he spoke up, noticing her sudden nervousness. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, I'm very sorry to tell you this but your daughter was found raped and murdered this morning."
"Oh, my God," Mrs. Jones murmured, her eyes immediately filling with tears as she turned to her husband. He wrapped his arms around her unconsciously, the stunned look evident on his features.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jones, we will do everything it takes to catch your daughter's murderer," Olivia said softly, her throat filled with a large lump. "I know it is hard, but I need to ask you: was your daughter seeing anyone?"
"No," Mr. Jones said. "Not that we know of. Larissa was very close to us and would have told us if she was seeing anyone."
"Has anyone been following her around? Has she mentioned anyone that was following her or saying anything to her?" Olivia pressed gently.
"No," Mrs. Jones said, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.
Olivia and Elliot glanced at each other, uncomfortable as the two sobbed. "Does Larissa have any siblings?" Elliot asked.
"No... she was our only child... our baby," Mrs. Jones replied, her voice catching at the last word.
Olivia stood up slowly, Elliot matching her movement. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, we are so sorry. If you can think of anything that may help us, please give me a call," she said, handing the grieving parents her business card.
Mr. Jones accepted the card wordlessly, watching the detectives walk toward the door. "Detectives?" he called, his voice thick with tears.
"Yes?" Olivia said as she turned, Elliot doing the same.
"You catch the son of a bitch that did this and hurt him," Mr. Jones said. Olivia and Elliot looked at each other, then turned and left the house.
"Well, that really sucked," Olivia sighed as they walked into the cool spring morning.
"Yeah," Elliot replied, unlocking and opening the car door for Olivia.
"Thanks," she replied distantly.
Elliot walked around to the driver's side, stealing a look at Olivia. She was staring out the window, her eyes distant.
"You okay?" he couldn't help but ask, bracing himself for her irritation at him asking her again.
"I'm fine," Olivia said, her voice filled with exhaustion.
"Okay," Elliot replied, not wanting to press the issue. He knew Olivia was upset and tired, but he also knew his partner well enough to know when not to push. He couldn't help but feel awful, though. The past week had been difficult, and he knew how relieved Olivia was the day before that she was going to be able to sleep. He knew Cragen must have felt awful about disturbing her. "How about we go get some breakfast before heading in?" Elliot suggested.
"Eh, I'm not really hungry," Olivia said.
"Then get some coffee," Elliot said as he started the ignition. "Come on, I'll pay," he said softly, almost in a playful tone.
"Well, then, I think I'll get the steak and eggs," Olivia said with a small smile.
"You can get whatever you like," Elliot bantered back, groaning as his cell phone rang. "What now?" he grumbled before greeting, "Stabler." Elliot listened for a few seconds, then said, "We're on our way."
"Food's going to wait, eh?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah," Elliot replied, snapping his phone shut. "That was Warner. She said she has something interesting we should see."
"By all means, let's get going," Olivia said with a small sigh.
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City Mortuary
April 12th, 2004
6:45 AM
"What do you have?" Elliot asked as he and Olivia entered the room.
"I found out that your victim died from strangulation. There are finger marks around her throat," Warner started, pointing out the bruises on Larissa's throat.
"Were you able to lift any prints?" Olivia asked eagerly.
"Unfortunately, no. He was smart enough to wear gloves," Warner said with a sigh, "I did find something you may find interesting."
"What's that?" Elliot asked.
"I found several small puncture wounds all over her body. Twelve, to be exact," Warner started, pointing out a small section on her torso. "They are barely visible to the naked eye, but there are quite are eight along her torso, two on her forearm, along with two near her ankle."
"So are you thinking that he drugged her with something?" Olivia questioned.
"That's what I thought at first, but there are no signs of drugs in her system," Warner said. "Then I noticed that the puncture marks are approximately an inch apart from each other, making six pairs all together."
"Do you know what it is?" Olivia asked, frowning at the tiny marks.
"I think they are from a Taser gun," Warner said. "They incapacitate the person for several minutes with a shock."
"Yeah," Elliot said slowly. "The Cap was saying something about getting them at some point. They don't hurt the suspect so we can take them in without struggle." Olivia nodded in agreement, waiting for Warner to continue.
"My guess is that he shocked her once, most likely in the ankle to kidnap her, then raped her. Every time she regained control of her muscles during the rape, he shocked her again. Then, when he was finished, he most likely strangled her."
Olivia and Elliot looked at each other, the incredulous look mirroring their features. "I think I just lost my appetite," Olivia said with a grimace.
April 12th, 2004
5:32 AM
Olivia paused for a second, the house looming before her. This was the hardest part of the job. There was no doubt about it. She felt Elliot come behind her, his presence somewhat reassuring.
"You okay, Liv?" he asked lightly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered quickly, a little too for Elliot's liking.
"You want me to go in there and tell them alone?" Elliot asked.
"El, I'm fine. I can do my job," Olivia snapped, her tone much harsher than she intended. She looked over her shoulder, noting the somewhat hurt look in his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said with a sigh.
"It's okay," Elliot said, shrugging his shoulders. The silence hung between then, and with a glance to the house he said, "So, you want to..."
"Yeah," Olivia replied, walking up the steps. She pressed the doorbell once, waiting tensely until the door opened.
When it did, Olivia and Elliot came face to face with a short woman with shoulder length brown hair. "May I help you?" the woman asked timidly.
"I'm Detective Benson, this is Detective Stabler. We're with the Special Victims Unit of the NYPD. We need to speak to the parents of Larissa Jones," Olivia said softly.
"I'm her mother, Erica," the woman said. "Come in, let me get my husband," the woman said.
Seconds later, the detectives had been introduced to Larissa's father, John. "Please, have a seat," the tall, dark haired man gestured. "What happened to Larissa? Have you found her? Is she okay?"
Olivia glanced at Elliot, and he spoke up, noticing her sudden nervousness. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, I'm very sorry to tell you this but your daughter was found raped and murdered this morning."
"Oh, my God," Mrs. Jones murmured, her eyes immediately filling with tears as she turned to her husband. He wrapped his arms around her unconsciously, the stunned look evident on his features.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jones, we will do everything it takes to catch your daughter's murderer," Olivia said softly, her throat filled with a large lump. "I know it is hard, but I need to ask you: was your daughter seeing anyone?"
"No," Mr. Jones said. "Not that we know of. Larissa was very close to us and would have told us if she was seeing anyone."
"Has anyone been following her around? Has she mentioned anyone that was following her or saying anything to her?" Olivia pressed gently.
"No," Mrs. Jones said, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.
Olivia and Elliot glanced at each other, uncomfortable as the two sobbed. "Does Larissa have any siblings?" Elliot asked.
"No... she was our only child... our baby," Mrs. Jones replied, her voice catching at the last word.
Olivia stood up slowly, Elliot matching her movement. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, we are so sorry. If you can think of anything that may help us, please give me a call," she said, handing the grieving parents her business card.
Mr. Jones accepted the card wordlessly, watching the detectives walk toward the door. "Detectives?" he called, his voice thick with tears.
"Yes?" Olivia said as she turned, Elliot doing the same.
"You catch the son of a bitch that did this and hurt him," Mr. Jones said. Olivia and Elliot looked at each other, then turned and left the house.
"Well, that really sucked," Olivia sighed as they walked into the cool spring morning.
"Yeah," Elliot replied, unlocking and opening the car door for Olivia.
"Thanks," she replied distantly.
Elliot walked around to the driver's side, stealing a look at Olivia. She was staring out the window, her eyes distant.
"You okay?" he couldn't help but ask, bracing himself for her irritation at him asking her again.
"I'm fine," Olivia said, her voice filled with exhaustion.
"Okay," Elliot replied, not wanting to press the issue. He knew Olivia was upset and tired, but he also knew his partner well enough to know when not to push. He couldn't help but feel awful, though. The past week had been difficult, and he knew how relieved Olivia was the day before that she was going to be able to sleep. He knew Cragen must have felt awful about disturbing her. "How about we go get some breakfast before heading in?" Elliot suggested.
"Eh, I'm not really hungry," Olivia said.
"Then get some coffee," Elliot said as he started the ignition. "Come on, I'll pay," he said softly, almost in a playful tone.
"Well, then, I think I'll get the steak and eggs," Olivia said with a small smile.
"You can get whatever you like," Elliot bantered back, groaning as his cell phone rang. "What now?" he grumbled before greeting, "Stabler." Elliot listened for a few seconds, then said, "We're on our way."
"Food's going to wait, eh?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah," Elliot replied, snapping his phone shut. "That was Warner. She said she has something interesting we should see."
"By all means, let's get going," Olivia said with a small sigh.
~/~
City Mortuary
April 12th, 2004
6:45 AM
"What do you have?" Elliot asked as he and Olivia entered the room.
"I found out that your victim died from strangulation. There are finger marks around her throat," Warner started, pointing out the bruises on Larissa's throat.
"Were you able to lift any prints?" Olivia asked eagerly.
"Unfortunately, no. He was smart enough to wear gloves," Warner said with a sigh, "I did find something you may find interesting."
"What's that?" Elliot asked.
"I found several small puncture wounds all over her body. Twelve, to be exact," Warner started, pointing out a small section on her torso. "They are barely visible to the naked eye, but there are quite are eight along her torso, two on her forearm, along with two near her ankle."
"So are you thinking that he drugged her with something?" Olivia questioned.
"That's what I thought at first, but there are no signs of drugs in her system," Warner said. "Then I noticed that the puncture marks are approximately an inch apart from each other, making six pairs all together."
"Do you know what it is?" Olivia asked, frowning at the tiny marks.
"I think they are from a Taser gun," Warner said. "They incapacitate the person for several minutes with a shock."
"Yeah," Elliot said slowly. "The Cap was saying something about getting them at some point. They don't hurt the suspect so we can take them in without struggle." Olivia nodded in agreement, waiting for Warner to continue.
"My guess is that he shocked her once, most likely in the ankle to kidnap her, then raped her. Every time she regained control of her muscles during the rape, he shocked her again. Then, when he was finished, he most likely strangled her."
Olivia and Elliot looked at each other, the incredulous look mirroring their features. "I think I just lost my appetite," Olivia said with a grimace.