Elliot and Liv pulled into the driveway of the Montgomery's household. The house looked respectable enough, with a relatively tame garden and yard tools strewn about under the carport. The two detectives knocked on the white-washed front door.
"Yes? Can I help you?" A man opened the door slightly, peering at Liv and Elliot with a nervous look. He didn't seem old enough to have a fifteen year-old daughter. He was perhaps thirty.
"Yes, I'm Detective Elliot Stabler, my partner Olivia Benson." The two flashed badges. "Are you Mr. Montgomery?"
"Yes. What do you need?" He closed the door just a little more.
"We wanted to interview your daughter, Amy."
"What? Why? She hasn't done anything wrong."
"Well, sir, we just need to talk to her. Perhaps she can tell us something that may lead us to the right person." Elliot said, as the man nervously opened the door for them.
"Amy! Amy, come down here, please!" Mr. Montgomery shouted down a hallway. A few seconds later, a tall girl emerged from her room. She was scantily clad, with a low cut shirt and very tight jeans. As she entered the room, Liv raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Amy Montgomery?" Elliot inquired.
"Yeah. Who's asking?"
"Police. Special Victims Unit. We wanted to ask you a few questions about your party the other night."
"Party? What party?" Mr. Montgomery interjected. He looked from Elliot to his daughter with a look of mixed anger and surprise. Amy bit her lip.
"Daniel, it's not what you think it is." Amy said, addressing her father. The detectives both took note.
"Then what the hell is it, Amy? You threw a party while I was downtown that night? And now the police are here! Damn it, Amy!"
"Mr. Montgomery, please. A few words with Amy," Liv said quickly. He turned, still fuming, then turned to walk into his kitchen.
"You will be hearing from me when they leave, Amy," he said over his shoulder. Elliot watched him go contemptuously.
"Now, Amy," Liv began, sitting in a nearby chair. Amy still stood nervously by the hallway door. "Can you explain what happened the night of the party with Eliza Ferguson?"
"Why? Is she in trouble?" Amy asked, still uncomfortable.
"Yes. She's been raped," Elliot said.
"Well, I didn't have anything to do with it. How could I?" said Amy, sneering.
Liv and Elliot both checked annoyance. "Well, can you please just explain the happenings that night?"
"Um, yeah, I guess," Amy said, sitting now. "Well, I was having this party since Daniel was out of the house, and Eliza and a bunch of her friends came over, uninvited and stuff. And I was mad at her and some of her other friends for doing that. I really don't like them."
"What? Why?" Liv asked.
"They are bitches, that's why," said Amy, rather bitterly.
"How so?"
"They insult me all the time. I don't know what the hell their problem is." She shifted in her chair.
"So, what happened after you got angry?"
"I was looking for my boyfriend, Darren. I looked in the closet, and there he was, on top of Eliza, enjoying it thoroughly."
"So what'd you do, then?"
"I grabbed some beer and hurled it on them."
"And?"
"They freaked and I kicked Darren in the balls. I hope it hurt like hell, the bastard. Then I grabbed him by the shirt and threw him out the front door, and Eliza went with him. And… yeah."
"Is that all? Anything you're forgetting?"
"No," replied Amy.
"Well, thanks, Amy," said Elliot, as his phone rang. He and Liv stepped out the door.
"Stabler," Elliot said into his phone. He listened, his brow furrowing.
"What?" asked Liv, loading herself into the car.
"They released Eliza from the hospital."
"And?" Liv coaxed. "They sent her back home, right?"
"Yeah. But Eliza's dead," he replied, distressed. "They've killed our vic."
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Second chapter. Hope y'all liked it! Sorry, it was a little… brief. You know, even I don't know who raped her yet. xD We'll just see how this unfolds, shall we?