[ Jordan & Rivera Finances
Monday, July 5th ]

Olivia and Elliot walked up to Richard Jordan's secretary who was situated in an entryway just outside his office. She was sitting behind a heavy black desk and working, hunched over the keyboard of her computer. Olivia tapped on the desk to get her attention and the woman looked up, startled. The two detectives flashed their badges. "We're here to talk to Mr. Jordan. Do you where he is?" Olivia asked.

The woman glanced at her monitor for a brief second and looked back at the detectives. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jordan's in a meeting at the moment. He'll be done in a few minutes though, so if you would like to wait, you can take a seat right over there." She gestured to the comfortable leather chairs next to a refreshment table on the other side of the small hallway. "There's some coffee too, in case you're thirsty or anything." She smiled pleasantly.

"Thanks," Elliot said, smiling back. He followed Olivia over to the chairs where they sat down. He glanced over at a side table and saw the stack of magazines present. Picking one up, he said, "Look at this." He pointed out the pop star on the cover and, more specifically, her navel piercing. "Can you believe those things? Kathleen's been trying to convince me to let her get one."

"Let me guess. You told her 'no way.'" Olivia smiled. She knew her partner too well to think he would give his daughter any other kind of answer.

"More accurately, 'no way in hell.'" Elliot shook his head. "Why do people want to pierce everything? I don't understand it."

"Well, why'd you get that tattoo?" Olivia motioned toward Elliot's right forearm.

Elliot was quick to jump to his own defense. "That's different though."

"No, it's not. You got it to mark a point in your life. Kathleen just wants want to make a mark on her own."

"But it's a piercing-"

"Which actually is easier to get rid of than a tattoo, considering all that you do is take it out and let the hole heal up. How much does it cost these days to take one of those suckers off?" Olivia jabbed at his arm playfully, grinning. Elliot gave her a look of betrayal and she quickly held up her hands as if in self-defense. "Hey! I'm not telling you to let her get the piercing! I'm just pointing out that she could be asking for something worse."

"Sounds to me an awful lot like you're on her side…" Elliot grumbled, standing up as the door to Richard Jordan's office opened and he stepped outside of it, following after a group of clients. He shook their hands and said his dutiful good-byes before finally turning to face the two detectives.

"Can I help you?" he asked, politely ushering them into his office and closing the door after they had entered. He moved to sit behind his desk and Olivia and Elliot sat themselves in the chairs opposite him.

"Yes, Mr. Jordan. I'm Detective Benson and this is my partner, Detective Stabler. We're here to talk to you about your daughter, Eve," Olivia began.

"Why? Is she in some kind of trouble?" he growled angrily.

Elliot took a breath before continuing. Telling the parents was always the hardest part of the job. "Actually, sir, she reported a rape to us this afternoon."

"Rape?" Richard Jordan's face was blank as though he couldn't absorb the information. "Are you sure? My Eve?"

"Yes, sir," Olivia answered. "We took her to the hospital to get checked over and have a fluid sample taken. She was most definitely raped."

"Do you know who did it?" he asked calmly.

"We're not sure at this point," Elliot said, shaking his head. "It's too early in the investigation for us to have any real suspects. We were wondering if you would have any idea of who would do this to your daughter."

"Amos Baker. That kid's trouble. He's gotten arrested before, just got off probation. I wouldn't put it past that little shit to do something like this." Eve's father rubbed his face with his hands and sighed deeply as he sank into his chair. "Actually, truth be told, I don't know many of Eve's friends and they're the only ones who could do something like this… but," he hesitated.

"'But' what?" Elliot prompted.

"It actually might have been one of my son's friends. They're all scumbags and junkies. Eve's friends are a bunch of pretty little songbirds compared to those boys."

"Could we talk to your son?"

Richard shook his head. "He's down in D.C., with his mother, but they'll be in the city soon, if I know my wife. She always comes running when any of the family's in trouble and she'll definitely bring my son along, seeing as how he can't be trusted on his own."

"Can you think of how someone might've been able to get into your home?" Olivia asked.

"Sure. Your best bet would be with my son's recently missing set of keys." He sighed and stared at an empty space on the table in front of him. "I suppose this is all my fault. I meant to change the locks but I kept putting it off. You see, my son's got a chronic history of losing keys. I've had to change the locks five times in the past three years. I find myself having trouble remembering at times if he's lost his keys for this set too, so I delayed a while in replacing it."

"So you think someone found the keys and used those to gain access to your home?"

"Yes, and it supports my theory that one of his friends did it. He usually 'loses' his keys when he's with friends. And his wallet. Thieving bastards…"

Elliot's phone rang and he answered it, standing and moving to the back of the room so as not to interrupt Richard. "Stabler… What're you talking about?" His expression was quizzical. "Okay, okay. We'll be there in a bit." He hung up.

"Here's our number. Please call us when your son's in town and it's convenient for us to talk to him." Olivia handed him the card.

"Where's my daughter at this time?"

"She's resting at your home." Olivia stood. "Thanks for talking to us."

"No problem." Richard stood also and picked up a briefcase from beside his desk. He began putting papers into it, obviously preparing to leave and go tend to his daughter.

Olivia followed Elliot out of the room. "What was that about?"

Elliot kept his voice down so as not to let the secretary overhear. "It was Cragen. He said CSU called, saying they were on scene at the Jordan's apartment and they had thought they were called in for a rape case, not homicide."