Disclaimer: I don't own any of these things except Rochelle, the poem, and the story. The characters and likeness of the 16thprecinct are not mine. Don't sue.

Thanks for the reviews; I do have a response to one of them. Rochelle isn't an average person. She's not like most other people. That's why I created her. She trusts men too easily. In this case it wasn't a bad thing, but it may be later. Who knows?

Sorry there were no flashbacks in Chapter Three. I'm adding one just for Shorty.

I know not all cheerleaders act like the ones in my story. I'm just using the stereotype to my advantage. I apologize to anyone who might be offended.

ROCHELLE'S FILE

Chapter Four: Daughter

"The time was there, but without a meaning." --Nightwish

A few years passed. Rochelle continued to pester Elliot and Olivia, who continued to insist their relationship was no more than plutonic. Soon she was a sophomore at Central High School. She had transferred from West Central due to the astonishingly high number of fist fights now adorning her permanent record.

Her first day happened to be a two-hour late start, which meant Rochelle spent two hours at the precinct arguing with Elliot about her outfit, doing her hair, and changing her make-up.

"I just don't see why you have to show so much skin." Elliot said, setting the box of files on his desk.

"It's not that much skin, Daddy." Rochelle said, pulling her hair out of the ponytail holder.

That's a matter of opinion. Olivia though, examining the fifteen year old's outfit. Rochelle was wearing ankle boots—that happened to belong to Olivia, a black miniskirt, and a black spaghetti strapped tank top under a mesh long-sleeved top.

Elliot's cell phone rang. "Stabler . . . yeah, we'll be right down." He hung up the cell. "Rochelle, we'll drop you off on our way to—"

"We'll take her." Fin volunteered. Central wasn't anywhere near their district and everyone, including Rochelle, knew it.

"All right." Elliot said, kissing his daughter on the cheek. "See you after school, angel."

"Someone'll be here after school to get you." Fin said. "And no fights. Your father will kill you."

"I know, I know." Rochelle said, getting out of the car.

"Rochelle, there's a hole in your shirt." John said as the sophomore headed up the sidewalk. Rochelle smiled and flipped him off.

"Got a light?" Rochelle asked a group of teenagers: five girls and two boys.

"Yeah." One of the guys—a hot Latino—said. "You're lighting a fire in my pants, sweetheart. How about lighting one in my bed?"

"Get over yourself." Rochelle said, turning to leave.

One of the girls stood up, holding out al lighter. "Wait. My name's Lisa. That dipshit is Tyler." The other boy—a black stud—was Keith. There was a tall, black girl named Kendra, a waifish blonde named Tyra, an Asian girl with dyed red hair called Monique, and a short brunette with a nose ring with Chelsea. Lisa was a tall blonde with medium boobs and cropped hair.

"I'm Rochelle." The sophomore lit her cigarette, slightly guilty about what her dad would think.

The eight of them were listening to Keith's boom box after school, Nelly blasting through the speakers. "Hey, let's see if white girl can dance." Kendra—Rochelle's least favorite member of her new 'group'—said.

Tyler jumped at the offer. "Whadaya say, Roxie?" he asked, holding his hands out to her.

"Whatever." Rochelle put out her cigarette and stood up. When Elliot and Olivia showed up, a small crowd—including two cheerleaders—had gathered around the duo. The two were freak-dancing or, as Elliot called it, 'having dry sex'. Needles to say, neither father or daughter was extremely thrilled to see the other.

Rochelle tried to cover it up. "Hey, Dad." She picked up her bag pack and purse. "Ready to go?"

"Hey Mr. S, I'd be glad to drive her home." Tyler said.

"Yeah, I'm sure you would." Elliot said sarcastically.

"Oh my God!" Jessi the Cheerleader grabbed Rochelle's arm. "You have to ry out for cheerleading!"

"Totally! You're awesome!" Jessica the Head Cheerleader cried. "Tryouts are Thursday."

"You have to choreograph your owns ong."

"You're awesome!"

"Who was that boy?" Elliot asked as Rochelle buckled up. "The one that wanted to 'drive' you home."

"Tyler." Rochelle answered. "I'm going shopping tomorrow." She fumbled in her purse for a piece of gum to cover up the smoke on her breath. Instead her cigarettes fell out on the car seat.

"What the—" Elliot pulled into the next parking lot, turning around and snatching up the box. "What the hell are these? And what's more, why the hell do you have them?"

"I-I must have grabbed Kendra's purse by accident. I don't—"

"Don't you are lie to me." Elliot warned, an angry glint in his eye. "how long have you been smoking?"

"A couple days." Rochelle fibbed.

"I told you not to lie to me!" Elliot yelled. "I can't believe you could be so stupid. I know they teach you about the effects of tobacco in school." he growled.

Rochelle blinked. "Daddy, I—"
"Give me your purse." Rochelle looked at him, confused. "No. I want to know what you're carrying. Now, dammit!"

Olivia unbuckled. "I'm going to slip inside and get a Coke or something." Then she was gone.

"Dad, this is a total invasion of privacy!" Rochelle screamed. Elliot grabbed the purser from her. "Daddy!"

"What are these?" he yelled, holding up two small, square packets.

Rochelle sighed. "Condoms and no, I'm not having sex. I bought them at a gas station."

Elliot seemed to struggle with himself for a moment. "You're grounded." he said in a soft, dangerous voice. "I don't know how long. Now go inside and get Olivia."

"Did you know about this?" Elliot asked, propping the phone between his shoulder and ear as he made a sandwich.

"Yes to the condoms, no to the cigarettes. I gave her the money for the condoms." Olivia said on the other end of the line, pulling a beer out of the fridge.

"Why would she want condoms if she isn't having sex?!" Elliot demanded.

"It's just this teenage girl thing. Actually, it's main girls who aren't having sex that collect condoms." Olivia answered, sitting down. "Don't be too hard on her, Elliot."

"I caught her smoking!" Elliot fumed.

"I know, but Rochelle gave her word that she'd quit and she won't break it. She's so upset, El." Olivia said quietly.

"And how the hell would you know this?"

"She called me before you did." Olivia answered truthfully. "She values your opinion so much, Elliot. She's afraid you want to 'unadopt' her."

" I could never do that." Elliot said. "Ever."

Rochelle tried out for cheerleading anyway. She made the squad. Lisa—who had quickly become Rochelle's best friend—aught her crying in the bathroom on more than one occasion. "Girl, you need to stop caring so much about what your dad thinks." Lisa said, handing her a kleenex.

"He adopted me." Rochelle said. "And I'm repaying him by smoking and dressing this way and the whole cheerleading thing."

"Yeah, well, adopted or not, you need to chill. I mean, you're his kid now, right? He knows you're going to fuck up." Lisa hugged her. "Want a smoke?"

Rochelle shook her head sadly. "No, thanks. I'm quitting."

"Nobody would want you, slut." Daddy whispers, shoving his tongue down my throat. "You're only good for fucking. Nobody could ever get attached to you. You'll be with me until you die."

"I'll tell." I say weakly, trying anything to make him stop.

He slaps me. "No one would believe you, you little whore. You're branded. You lost your purity to me. No one will want you now."

"She's going to be at the game." Elliot said, looking up from his daughter's day planner.

Olivia shook her head. "Elliot, let it go."

The songs being performed—three opening, four half-time, one if they won—were the kind of songs that required freak dancing: "Drrrty", "Hot in Here", and "Hey Mama". Needles to say, Elliot was not happy. The outfits weren't helping either. Central only wore uniforms to certain state events. Tonight they were wearing tight green shorts and teeny, white crop tops.

"Let's go." Elliot said. "I'll ground her later. I just don't to watch this. It's like cheap porn."

That was when Rochelle fainted.

"Is she okay?" Lisa screamed hysterically as Olivia emptied her water bottle in Rochelle's face.

Rochelle opened her eyes and immediately closed the again when she saw her dad. "I'm dreaming." She whispered.

Olivia shook her head. "Roxie, get up. We need to find out why you fainted."

"She didn't eat today." Lisa volunteered. Rochelle sat up and glared at her. "She was really worried."

"About tonight." Elliot said, pulling hid daughter to her feet. "Let's go."

"No." Lisa said, standing up. "She was worried about you, Mr. Stabler. She though you would send her to foster care."

"I wouldn't send you to foster care." Elliot said, as he made his daughter a sandwich. He sat down and handed her the plate. "Eat."

Rochelle glumly picked at the sandwich. "But I screwed up. Bad." Tears hone in her eyes.

"Every kid does." Elliot said. "You don't send your kids to foster care just because they mess up."

"But I'm not your real kid." Rochelle protested, taking a bite of the sandwich.

Elliot grew silent for a moment. "Yes, you are." he said softly. "You are my real daughter, Rochelle. You're all I have."

For a moment I though I was infinity

For a moment I though I was omnipotent

For a moment I was no longer scared

I thought my world was now heaven

I thought there was nothing that could break it

I thought my heart ruled the world

Infinity was wrong

Please R&R. I love you all!

In a tentatively titled CHAPTER FIVE: BROKEN VOICE, Rochelle gets into trouble worse than she has been. Elliot accepts being powerless—for a time. Will a kiss change everything?