A/n- sorry for the wait, I am on a snow day, so no basketball, homework, or work. YAY! Well, it might be short, but I'm not sure… I like it, hope you do to. Also, be on the look out that I might change the ending because I don't like it but…

Well thanks for the reviews.

I don't own the song Shame.


What we lost here is something better left alone
Second steps have been forgotten, will you tell me how
They go
Set yourself, situate, like a fool try again
There's no one around you can remember being good, for you

Kathy flipped off the TV in frustration. She still didn't fell well, but not horrible. Her mother wanted her to stay home from school, not that she had too much problem with it, but it still was boring. She heard her phone ring, a rude awakening from her thought.

"Hey," she said, a strong bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Glad to talk to you too," she heard her boyfriends voice reply.

"Sorry," Kathy replied, "I just woke up," she lied.

"Sorry honey," Elliot apologized.

"So what happened at school?" Kathy asked.

"Not much, but Clair Johnson's boyfriend… is now an ex and dating a freshman as a joke," Elliot said, chuckling.

"Loser. Well, come over and pick me up, my car is still at Kim's and my parents won't be home till tomorrow night due to their wonderful job's," Kathy said, annoyed.

"I'll be there in a minute, but I have to leave at six, because my parents are making me have a tutor until I get my math grade up," Elliot said, heading to his car.

"See you babe," she said, smiling as she got up to get dressed.


Kathy slammed the door as Elliot's chipped paint car pulled up.

"Hey," she smiled, her hair hanging past her shoulder in messy braids.

"Hey yourself," Elliot smiled, walking to the other side of the car to open the door.

They headed off to Bradey's Café about three miles away.


"So, when did your parents leave?" Elliot asked as they sat down with two chocolate milkshakes.

"About nine," Kathy said, slugging into her chair.

"So did you call in or did they," Elliot asked with a smug smiled. Kathy reached across the table and slapped his arm.

"My mom actually," she said, acting as if she was taken back. Elliot shrugged, smiled, and took a bit of the milkshake. He took a slip of his own shake and looked at his watch.

"So how's the tutor?" Kathy asked.

"Um… that freshman, Olivia something. We were partners in chem.," Elliot said.

"Why her? Sam told me she is like bitch from hell," Kathy said, smirking.

"Wasn't my choice," Elliot said, looking around. "Have you seen Tim?" he asked.

"No…" Kathy asked, raising her right brow.

"Well, I have to meet for a date," Elliot teased.

"Shut up," Kathy said, eyeing him.

"I'm kidding," he said, smirking.

"What the hell did I do to deserve you?" Olivia's mother asked, yelling so Olivia trapped in her room could hear her. From most parents, that would be an, 'I love you' statement or 'You are wonderful'. Coming from her mother, it meant as it sound. Though, Olivia quickly learned to disregard these harsh words. Almost as if she was numb.

"Oh, and what did I do to deserve a wonderful mother like you?" Olivia snipped quickly from her room. She sat on her bed, notes scattered everywhere. She looked around at her chem. notes, in hope of being prepared for the test tomorrow. Her teacher of course tried everything to confuse them; only about five people got A's. Olivia was startled at the doorbell, and peeked from her room to she a drunken man at the door. She rolled her eyes at the pitiful excuse of a man. She was about to get back when she heard his husky Texan voice tell her to show her pretty face. She turned around in discuss before her mother yelled at her to get out there. Olivia opened the door, glared at the two 'adults'.

"Cute kid," he said.

"She ain't mine," her mother said, as she pushed him out the door. That got to her. She wish she wasn't hers. Life would be so easier. She went out and picked up before Elliot got there. A pond putting the last dish in the sink, she heard a knock.

"Come in," she yelled.

"Hey, didn't know you lived so close," Elliot's voice said, carrying through the walls.

"Hmm…" was all Olivia could say. They got to work, and stayed on topic most of the time. It all went well until her mother came back in.

At first they were warned by the slamming door. Then the strong smoky smell.

"Hey! Bitch, get me a beer," she order. Olivia mouthed sorry as she got up. "Who the hell you hiding there?" she asked.

"My name is Elliot, Elliot Stabler. Your daughter is tutoring me," Elliot greeted, turning around to face a women in her 30's, about 15 years older than them.

"When the hell did you get smart enough to tutor?" she asked Olivia, who busied herself in the fridge.

"I uh…"

"She is…" Elliot started.

"I asked Olivia," she stated, eyes on Olivia. "That's what I though," she said upon getting no response.

"Elliot, I'll see you tomorrow," Olivia stated.

"Um… okay, see ya. Nice to meet you Ms. Benson," Elliot said, gathering his things. He stuffed his book and notes in a bag and left.


Elliot walked down the street to his a house. He walked in, passing his bother and sister at the TV.

"Your home early, how did it go?" his mother asked.

"Fine, is dad here?" he asked, putting the bag on the kitchen table.

"Yeah, what ya need?" he heard a deep voice ask. His father was a very strong man. Hansom beyond belief but still he was gentle. He worked for the NYPD, a very noble profession.

"Can we talk," Elliot asked, nudging towards his room. They walked, his father eyeing him the whole way.

"Dad, what are signs of alcoholic abuse?" he asked, sitting on his bed.

"Why?"

"The girl tutoring me… it's probably nothing," he said, lying back.

"Did she have bruises?"

"Not that I noticed."

"What were the parents like?"

"Her mother was defiantly smoking and cursed while she almost taunted her," he said.

"Well, you watch for anything. I'll check in if you want…"

"I'll check first," he smiled. Elliot loved his dad, but didn't want him to get involved. Not until he was sure.