Conceal, Chapter Two
Thanks for reviewing! I'm going to work on the starting a new line thing for quotes so it will hopefully be easier to read. School has ended but I'm still busy, between a lot of family drama and the such. Reviews may help quicken posts, though. Hehe :-) Oh and I'm not 100% sure on which daughter is how old so if I get Maureen and Kathryn mixed up, tell me...I'm using Maureen as the older one, and Kathryn as one in 9th grade
Elliot sat in his living room when Kathryn walked in. "Hey Kathryn, have they given out yearbooks at your school yet?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Something involving a-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. A case at work," Kathryn finished for him and walked over to her backpack. She pulled it out and handed it to him. Anyone in particular you're looking for?" she asked, trying to help.
"Nah. I didn't see him. It's for Cragen. Do you mind if I take this in tomorrow?"
She shrugged. "All the teachers are being mean and won't let us sign them in class, anyways. Just bring it back."
The next day, Cragen was slowly looking through the pages. "He looked older, but damn. Some of these freshman could easily pass as seniors," Cragen said, pointing to one student who had a beard and a mustache.
"He's on the football team," Stabler said. "Kathryn was a cheerleader at the beginning of the year, for fall football so I went to a bunch of games. He's pretty good. He hasn't failed, either. He was fourteen when I talked to him."
"Hey, I found him," Cragen said. Fin, John, Elliot and Olivia crowded around him as he pointed to one of the pictures. "Brandon Arrington."
"I wonder if Kathryn knows him."
"I don't know. I do know that tomorrow morning, Stabler and Benson will be taking a trip to the high school. Talk to this kid. Ask him to come down to the station if he wants to."
When Elliot came home, Kathryn was talking to her friend, Kristyn by the computer. "Hey, Kathryn. Kristyn," he greeted them.
"Oh! Hey, dad," Kathryn greeted him.
Kristyn didn't say anything. "I've got to go," she said and quickly picked up her things.
"Wait! Kristyn, where are you going?" Kathryn demanded.
"Home," she called.
"Wait, Kristyn," Elliot said, remembering Brandon. "Do either of you girls know Brandon Arrington?"
Kristyn stopped. "I do. He's in my 4th period, geometry. Why? Is he okay?" She asked, obviously worried.
"Yeah, I just wanted to see if you knew who he was. Would you by chance know what he has first period?"
She shook her head. "No. I don't talk to him outside of class. I'm a freshman, he's a sophomore. He's popular, I'm...Well, yeah," she said, shrugging. She looked at her watch and hurried out the door.
The next morning, Olivia and Elliot made their way to the high school. When they got to the principal's office, they waited for a few minutes, until Principal Eckerlie made his way to them.
Eckerlie was a tall, wide, man. He somewhat resembled a bear. "Hello, guys. What can I do for you?" He asked.
"We're here to talk to a student of yours. Brandon Arrington," Olivia explained.
"Ahh. Brandon Arrington," Mr. Ecklerie commented, giving a disgusted look.
"What?" Elliot asked, noticing the look.
"Brandon and Derek Arrington. Football stars. Derek is also on the wrestling team. Brandon is also on the soccer team. Because of this, they escape everything. If I do say so myself, I don't appreciate the way some teachers favor some students over others. In fact, when Brandon was sent to me this morning for getting caught skipping, I sent him straight to ISS- in school suspension."
"Can we talk to Brandon, please?" Olivia requested. "Sure. Wait right here."
A few minutes later, Eckerlie appeared with a tall, lanky boy. He was tanned and wearing a yellow/blue striped shirt from American Eagle, and khaki shorts. "This is Brandon," Eckerlie reported.
"Is there anyplace that we could talk in private?" Elliot requested. Brandon's face drained.
"Sure. The library is always relatively empty," Eckerlie said sarcastically, "and if not, I can put you in a 300 room."
Elliot, Olivia and Brandon ended up in room 303. The library had been packed with an English I class. Eckerlie had been shocked.
"Brandon, do you remember the day before yesterday, when you came to the police department?" Elliot asked.
The little color that remained in Brandon had vanished as he shook his head. "Nah, that wasn't me."
"Brandon, you know it was. An officer identified you," Olivia told him softly.
"No, it wasn't me. Maybe, maybe it was Derek. Or somebody. Clark Hawkins looks like me. Maybe it was him. Another school-"Brandon rattled on and on.
"Brandon, we know it was you. We also think that it was for something important."
For nearly five minutes, they sat in silence while Brandon composed himself, before he finally nodded. "Okay. Just...You've got to believe me."
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Thanks for reviewing! I'm going to work on the starting a new line thing for quotes so it will hopefully be easier to read. School has ended but I'm still busy, between a lot of family drama and the such. Reviews may help quicken posts, though. Hehe :-) Oh and I'm not 100% sure on which daughter is how old so if I get Maureen and Kathryn mixed up, tell me...I'm using Maureen as the older one, and Kathryn as one in 9th grade
Elliot sat in his living room when Kathryn walked in. "Hey Kathryn, have they given out yearbooks at your school yet?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Something involving a-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. A case at work," Kathryn finished for him and walked over to her backpack. She pulled it out and handed it to him. Anyone in particular you're looking for?" she asked, trying to help.
"Nah. I didn't see him. It's for Cragen. Do you mind if I take this in tomorrow?"
She shrugged. "All the teachers are being mean and won't let us sign them in class, anyways. Just bring it back."
The next day, Cragen was slowly looking through the pages. "He looked older, but damn. Some of these freshman could easily pass as seniors," Cragen said, pointing to one student who had a beard and a mustache.
"He's on the football team," Stabler said. "Kathryn was a cheerleader at the beginning of the year, for fall football so I went to a bunch of games. He's pretty good. He hasn't failed, either. He was fourteen when I talked to him."
"Hey, I found him," Cragen said. Fin, John, Elliot and Olivia crowded around him as he pointed to one of the pictures. "Brandon Arrington."
"I wonder if Kathryn knows him."
"I don't know. I do know that tomorrow morning, Stabler and Benson will be taking a trip to the high school. Talk to this kid. Ask him to come down to the station if he wants to."
When Elliot came home, Kathryn was talking to her friend, Kristyn by the computer. "Hey, Kathryn. Kristyn," he greeted them.
"Oh! Hey, dad," Kathryn greeted him.
Kristyn didn't say anything. "I've got to go," she said and quickly picked up her things.
"Wait! Kristyn, where are you going?" Kathryn demanded.
"Home," she called.
"Wait, Kristyn," Elliot said, remembering Brandon. "Do either of you girls know Brandon Arrington?"
Kristyn stopped. "I do. He's in my 4th period, geometry. Why? Is he okay?" She asked, obviously worried.
"Yeah, I just wanted to see if you knew who he was. Would you by chance know what he has first period?"
She shook her head. "No. I don't talk to him outside of class. I'm a freshman, he's a sophomore. He's popular, I'm...Well, yeah," she said, shrugging. She looked at her watch and hurried out the door.
The next morning, Olivia and Elliot made their way to the high school. When they got to the principal's office, they waited for a few minutes, until Principal Eckerlie made his way to them.
Eckerlie was a tall, wide, man. He somewhat resembled a bear. "Hello, guys. What can I do for you?" He asked.
"We're here to talk to a student of yours. Brandon Arrington," Olivia explained.
"Ahh. Brandon Arrington," Mr. Ecklerie commented, giving a disgusted look.
"What?" Elliot asked, noticing the look.
"Brandon and Derek Arrington. Football stars. Derek is also on the wrestling team. Brandon is also on the soccer team. Because of this, they escape everything. If I do say so myself, I don't appreciate the way some teachers favor some students over others. In fact, when Brandon was sent to me this morning for getting caught skipping, I sent him straight to ISS- in school suspension."
"Can we talk to Brandon, please?" Olivia requested. "Sure. Wait right here."
A few minutes later, Eckerlie appeared with a tall, lanky boy. He was tanned and wearing a yellow/blue striped shirt from American Eagle, and khaki shorts. "This is Brandon," Eckerlie reported.
"Is there anyplace that we could talk in private?" Elliot requested. Brandon's face drained.
"Sure. The library is always relatively empty," Eckerlie said sarcastically, "and if not, I can put you in a 300 room."
Elliot, Olivia and Brandon ended up in room 303. The library had been packed with an English I class. Eckerlie had been shocked.
"Brandon, do you remember the day before yesterday, when you came to the police department?" Elliot asked.
The little color that remained in Brandon had vanished as he shook his head. "Nah, that wasn't me."
"Brandon, you know it was. An officer identified you," Olivia told him softly.
"No, it wasn't me. Maybe, maybe it was Derek. Or somebody. Clark Hawkins looks like me. Maybe it was him. Another school-"Brandon rattled on and on.
"Brandon, we know it was you. We also think that it was for something important."
For nearly five minutes, they sat in silence while Brandon composed himself, before he finally nodded. "Okay. Just...You've got to believe me."
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