Conceal, Chapter Five
See, those updates weren't to far behind weren't they? Hehe after this I need to update my sites. Blah. I'm excited, can't you tell? Please review! Oh and sorry about the mix-up with the spellings of the names. My name is Kristyn and that's how I was going to spell it but in another one of my stories the kid's name is Kristin. I'll try to stick to Kristyn now!
A group of students turned to their direction and Elliot gave Kathleen a Look. "Kath! Go home, okay? Tell your mom I may be late," he ordered.
"I want to go, dad, she's my friend!"
"No. You know the answer. This is work."
"Everything's work! But maybe Kristyn wants me to go!"
Elliot sighed and looked at Kristyn. "Please?" She asked with a small voice.
!-at Kristyn's residence
John and Fin had been given orders to go to Kristyn's home and check out if her claim was true. Three policemen were on stand-by. As they walked up the stairs to the number of her apartment, they saw two boys. One was older, around 16, and one was much younger, around 5 or 6. "Who are you guys?" John asked.
"Who are you?" The little boy asked. His dark brown hair was unkept but clean; his bangs nearly completely covered his green eyes.
"We asked you first," Fin said, trying to relate to the kid.
"We can't talk to strangers."
"I'm a policeman. Did your mom or dad ever tell you about us?" The little boy nodded.
"I'm Eric. And this is my brother Aaron. We have a sister, too. Kristyn. But she's not here."
John looked at Fin. Kristyn's brothers. "Why are you standing out here?"
The older boy, who also had dark brown hair and was wearing a football jersey, finally spoke up. "Kristyn is the only one with a key, because Aaron comes at the same time she does and I usually come after, but practice was cancelled today. And she's not here. Dad's not answering, even though he wasn't suppose to work. The car is still here."
John looked at Fin again. "Hey, guys I want you to go downstairs, okay? There's a police car down there. He'll give you something to drink. We're just gonna check up on things down here," Fin told them. The two headed downstairs; but what John and Fin didn't notice is that Aaron only went halfway. He hid behind the rail of the last stair landing.
John knocked on the door. When no one answered he kicked it open and sat bloody footsteps. "Well," John said bitterly. They headed throughout the house and found a man, face-down on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Dad!" They heard a voice scream.
!-at the station
Kristyn, Elliot and Olivia sat in the interrogation room while John, Cragen, and Fin looked on. Kathleen was sitting at a desk messing around with a computer.
"Kristyn, start from the beginning," Olivia told her.
She was silent for awhile, messing with her thumbs. She took a big drink from the bottled water that had been supplied but didn't start talking.
"Kristyn," Elliot said sternly. "Okay!" She snapped back.
"My dad...He's a great guy, okay? He really is. He loves us, me and my brothers? He really does. The job's just really stressful. You know how it is. He gets home really late and then has to shovel out money for Aar's practice equipment every season."
Olivia and Elliot nodded, encouraging her to go on.
"Sometimes he just sort of misses our mom, I guess. She left after Eric was born. She's suppose to visit us a lot and says that she's gonna get back together with dad, but we haven't heard from her for six months or so. One time he...He came into my room and started trying to get into my bed. He told me that he missed mom but I looked a lot like her...He did that for awhile."
"He molested you?" Elliot asked. He had known Kristyn for a little over a year and knew that her mother didn't live with them. He sort of blamed himself for not noticing any change at all in her behavior...
She just nodded. "Then a couple of weeks ago he didn't just...Touch me. He made me sort of, you know. He r-raped me. Then he did it again a couple of days ago. He came to do it this morning after my brothers had left. He told me that I wasn't going to school today and that's why he didn't wake me up. He was getting closer to me and I was trying to get all my books and stuff so I could run to school, because there was no way I was staying home. He grabbed at my arm and I think he was drunk."
She stopped and started crying, the tears running down her cheeks as she recounted that morning.
"And I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't do that anymore. I saw his gun and I grabbed it and pointed it. I hadn't ever even touched a gun before, and he knew it. He just laughed and taunted me, asking me where the bullets were. I finally just cocked it and shot. I shot him in the head and then in the chest twice. And I just changed clothes and left for school, like it was nothing. I was relieved."
Cragen rapped on the window and Elliot and Olivia emerged from the room.
"Her story checks out. Their father is dead; shot 3 times," John explained.
"What about her brothers?" Olivia asked.
"They were standing outside the door. We told them to go downstairs. We told them," Fin said, shaking his head.
"The little one did but the older kid must've hid or something. We walked into the house and found the guy's body and heard Aaron scream."
Elliot shook his head. "Poor kids. Their father, their mother, their sister..."
"Oh come on, Elliot. This is clearly self-defense," Olivia exclaimed.
"I know that, and you know that. But a jury is more likely to see a highly respected single father that was shot dead by his kid, who then left for school and didn't show any emotion throughout the day, than the fact that this 'man' raped his daughter."
"Go ask her about the teacher," Cragen said suddenly.
"Why?" They asked.
"Brandon said that he saw her getting raped by a substitute teacher. She never once said anything about a teacher."
Elliot and Olivia went back into the room. "Kristyn, we know this is hard for you but we need to ask you a question. Is your father the only one who ever...Raped you?" Olivia asked softly.
Kristyn nodded.
"A teacher didn't rape you? In the past week or so?" Elliot said, point-blank.
"No. Just my dad."
"Thanks, Kristyn."
Elliot and Olivia returned to the group. "I think she's telling the truth."
"So, essentially, we're back to square one."
"What do you mean?"
"Brandon said that he saw a student getting raped and he was sure it was Kristyn. Obviously, it wasn't. So we need to find out who it was, or if Brandon's been bull-shitting us."
Please reivew!
See, those updates weren't to far behind weren't they? Hehe after this I need to update my sites. Blah. I'm excited, can't you tell? Please review! Oh and sorry about the mix-up with the spellings of the names. My name is Kristyn and that's how I was going to spell it but in another one of my stories the kid's name is Kristin. I'll try to stick to Kristyn now!
A group of students turned to their direction and Elliot gave Kathleen a Look. "Kath! Go home, okay? Tell your mom I may be late," he ordered.
"I want to go, dad, she's my friend!"
"No. You know the answer. This is work."
"Everything's work! But maybe Kristyn wants me to go!"
Elliot sighed and looked at Kristyn. "Please?" She asked with a small voice.
!-at Kristyn's residence
John and Fin had been given orders to go to Kristyn's home and check out if her claim was true. Three policemen were on stand-by. As they walked up the stairs to the number of her apartment, they saw two boys. One was older, around 16, and one was much younger, around 5 or 6. "Who are you guys?" John asked.
"Who are you?" The little boy asked. His dark brown hair was unkept but clean; his bangs nearly completely covered his green eyes.
"We asked you first," Fin said, trying to relate to the kid.
"We can't talk to strangers."
"I'm a policeman. Did your mom or dad ever tell you about us?" The little boy nodded.
"I'm Eric. And this is my brother Aaron. We have a sister, too. Kristyn. But she's not here."
John looked at Fin. Kristyn's brothers. "Why are you standing out here?"
The older boy, who also had dark brown hair and was wearing a football jersey, finally spoke up. "Kristyn is the only one with a key, because Aaron comes at the same time she does and I usually come after, but practice was cancelled today. And she's not here. Dad's not answering, even though he wasn't suppose to work. The car is still here."
John looked at Fin again. "Hey, guys I want you to go downstairs, okay? There's a police car down there. He'll give you something to drink. We're just gonna check up on things down here," Fin told them. The two headed downstairs; but what John and Fin didn't notice is that Aaron only went halfway. He hid behind the rail of the last stair landing.
John knocked on the door. When no one answered he kicked it open and sat bloody footsteps. "Well," John said bitterly. They headed throughout the house and found a man, face-down on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Dad!" They heard a voice scream.
!-at the station
Kristyn, Elliot and Olivia sat in the interrogation room while John, Cragen, and Fin looked on. Kathleen was sitting at a desk messing around with a computer.
"Kristyn, start from the beginning," Olivia told her.
She was silent for awhile, messing with her thumbs. She took a big drink from the bottled water that had been supplied but didn't start talking.
"Kristyn," Elliot said sternly. "Okay!" She snapped back.
"My dad...He's a great guy, okay? He really is. He loves us, me and my brothers? He really does. The job's just really stressful. You know how it is. He gets home really late and then has to shovel out money for Aar's practice equipment every season."
Olivia and Elliot nodded, encouraging her to go on.
"Sometimes he just sort of misses our mom, I guess. She left after Eric was born. She's suppose to visit us a lot and says that she's gonna get back together with dad, but we haven't heard from her for six months or so. One time he...He came into my room and started trying to get into my bed. He told me that he missed mom but I looked a lot like her...He did that for awhile."
"He molested you?" Elliot asked. He had known Kristyn for a little over a year and knew that her mother didn't live with them. He sort of blamed himself for not noticing any change at all in her behavior...
She just nodded. "Then a couple of weeks ago he didn't just...Touch me. He made me sort of, you know. He r-raped me. Then he did it again a couple of days ago. He came to do it this morning after my brothers had left. He told me that I wasn't going to school today and that's why he didn't wake me up. He was getting closer to me and I was trying to get all my books and stuff so I could run to school, because there was no way I was staying home. He grabbed at my arm and I think he was drunk."
She stopped and started crying, the tears running down her cheeks as she recounted that morning.
"And I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't do that anymore. I saw his gun and I grabbed it and pointed it. I hadn't ever even touched a gun before, and he knew it. He just laughed and taunted me, asking me where the bullets were. I finally just cocked it and shot. I shot him in the head and then in the chest twice. And I just changed clothes and left for school, like it was nothing. I was relieved."
Cragen rapped on the window and Elliot and Olivia emerged from the room.
"Her story checks out. Their father is dead; shot 3 times," John explained.
"What about her brothers?" Olivia asked.
"They were standing outside the door. We told them to go downstairs. We told them," Fin said, shaking his head.
"The little one did but the older kid must've hid or something. We walked into the house and found the guy's body and heard Aaron scream."
Elliot shook his head. "Poor kids. Their father, their mother, their sister..."
"Oh come on, Elliot. This is clearly self-defense," Olivia exclaimed.
"I know that, and you know that. But a jury is more likely to see a highly respected single father that was shot dead by his kid, who then left for school and didn't show any emotion throughout the day, than the fact that this 'man' raped his daughter."
"Go ask her about the teacher," Cragen said suddenly.
"Why?" They asked.
"Brandon said that he saw her getting raped by a substitute teacher. She never once said anything about a teacher."
Elliot and Olivia went back into the room. "Kristyn, we know this is hard for you but we need to ask you a question. Is your father the only one who ever...Raped you?" Olivia asked softly.
Kristyn nodded.
"A teacher didn't rape you? In the past week or so?" Elliot said, point-blank.
"No. Just my dad."
"Thanks, Kristyn."
Elliot and Olivia returned to the group. "I think she's telling the truth."
"So, essentially, we're back to square one."
"What do you mean?"
"Brandon said that he saw a student getting raped and he was sure it was Kristyn. Obviously, it wasn't. So we need to find out who it was, or if Brandon's been bull-shitting us."
Please reivew!