This is my first Special Victim Unit fan fiction. I hope you people like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own these people. Also, some of the new characters might resemble characters from a very popular series of books, turned into popular series of movies. However, they have been changed enough that the author of the books can not sue me! HAHA! I found a loophole! ... Sorry about that little outburst, anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
A man with a long, beige coat was walking down a plain, light green painted hallway. He was talking on a cell phone, leaving a message on someone's answering machine. "Karen, are you there? You missed the staff meeting, that's unlike you. Listen, I'm heading to your apartment right now, so if you're sick get off your butt and be ready to help me sort out the mess finances left us."
The man knocked on the door labeled 6D, but got no answer. He tried it again, and yelled through the door, "Karen come on, let me in. It's Billy."
He still got no answer, and he tried the door. It was opened, and he let himself in. Karen's apartment had two bedrooms, and all the walls brightly painted. It had an open kitchen, with some mail on the counter. It was eerily silent, no TV or radio was on. Billy wandered around the apartment, until he reached one of the bedrooms. He knocked on the door and asked, "Karen, you in there?"
He opened the door, and walked into a dark room. There was a strange smell in the room, and Billy couldn't see a thing. He searched for the light on the wall, and found it. As the light flickered on, Billy found Karen. She was wearing a lavender tank top, with a pair of ripped black underwear. Her skin had no color left to it, and her dark brown hair was mixed in with a pool of blood. She had big, dark bruises on her thighs, around her neck and all over her arms.
Billy gagged and left the room. He picked up his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.
St. Patrick's Hospital, 11th Avenue. Wednesday, March 3rd.
Detective Olivia Benson, with her shorter then shoulder length brown hair and her dark jeans, tan top and brown leather jacket, and her partner Detective Elliot Stabler, in his casual pants, shirt and tie, were at the hospital waiting for the rape kit report. Elliot was on the phone with Detective Munch, who was at the crime scene with his partner Detective Fin. He said goodbye and hung up. He looked at Olivia and asked, "You want to hear it?"
"Hit me," Olivia said.
"The names Karen Barley, single mother," Elliot told her. Olivia closed her eyes and let out a sad sigh. "All of her family is over in England, and the only family she had in America died, ten years ago."
"So where's her daughter and why is she in New York?"
"Munch said Fin found a letter from the private school, Jefferson's Elite School. The daughter is probably there," Elliot told her.
"So Karen is a single mother who is rich enough to send her daughter to one of the best private schools?" Olivia asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, the letter was about her daughter's scholarship," Elliot answered him.
"What about the father?"
"They're still looking for one."
"Has her daughter and family been told yet?" Olivia asked.
"They told the daughter, and they are trying to find her family," Elliot told her, as she let out another sad sigh.
The doctor came out of the room, and greeted the two detectives. "The good news is she will live, however she is in a deep comatose state with a three percent chance of waking up."
"How did the rape kit come out?" Olivia asked.
"It was clean; the perp wore a condom, both times."
"She was raped twice?" Elliot asked.
"Yes, but the bruises indicate that she was forced only one time," the doctor told them.
"Were there any hairs or fibers?" Olivia asked.
"I found a blond hair under her fingernails," the doctor told them.
"We're going to need that," Elliot told her.
The doctor nodded and then told them, "We couldn't save the baby."
"She's pregnant?" Olivia asked, shocked
"Was, she had a mark on her stomach suggestion she fell, which could have caused a miscarriage or it was from the loss of blood," the doctor told them.
"How old was the fetus?" Elliot asked.
"Five weeks," the doctor told them. "Now if that's it, I have to finish my rounds."
"Thanks for all your help," Elliot said. "We'll give you a call if we need anything else."
As Elliot and Olivia were walking away, Olivia said, "I guess she wasn't too single."
"So here's what could have happened, she told her boyfriend she was pregnant, he freaked out, raped her once, she fought back, and then he raped her again, but this time she didn't fight back," Elliot theorized.
"Or the first time the sex was consonantal, and then she told her boyfriend and that's when he freaked," Olivia suggested.
"Either way, we have to find the boyfriend."
At the station, Olivia and Elliot found that Fin and Munch were at their desk looking through Karen's things. Fin had his hair pulled back into his braid and his usual scowl on. Munch was in his usual dark suits, with dark, square sunglasses. Munch was going through a folder, while Fin was looking through her palm pilot. "Has either of you two found a number to a boyfriend?" Olivia asked.
"No, but I have found the number to a local pizzeria and all the phone numbers of her co-workers," Munch told her.
"There's a password block on her palm pilot, but I can't find anything like that," Fin told them.
"How about finding her daughter's father?" Elliot asked.
"Still waiting for the reports from England," Munch told him.
"What about the daughter?" Fin asked.
"What do you mean?" Olivia asked.
"The daughter might know if Mommy was seeing anyone," Fin said. "Ask the daughter if she knows about her mom's boyfriend, or about her father."
"You try it with Jefferson's Headmistress," Elliot said with a small laugh. "She does allow her students to be bothered during the school year. Parental visits are limited, along with the student's vacations."
"Wait, isn't Jefferson an all year school?" Munch asked.
"Yeah, it is."
"Was there any sing of a struggle at her apartment?" Olivia asked.
"No sign of force entry or struggle till you reach the bedroom," Fin answered.
"So she must know the perp somehow, and thought nothing of letting him in," Olivia said.
"Until he got a little too friendly," Elliot finished for her.
A man with medium, wavy, red hair entered the police department. He looked around and went up to the desk of Olivia Benson as she was leaving. "All right," Olivia said, "Elliot and I will go check out the school."
She got up and started to leave when the man stopped her. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for the detectives working on the Barley case."
"That's us," Olivia told him, pointing to Elliot and her. She noticed he had a press badge clipped on his coat pocket. "Sorry, but we can't talk to the press yet."
"No, I'm not the press," he told her. He looked down at his badge and said, "Well, I am the press, but not for this story."
"We were just on our way out," Elliot told him. He pointed to Fin and said, "You can talk to him if you have a question."
"Thanks," the man said.
He walked over to Fin, who asked, "Yeah, is there something I can help you with?"
"I think I might be able to help you," the man told him.
Elliot and Olivia paused, and listened to what the man had to say. "How so?" Fin asked.
"I was once married to a girl named Karen Barley, I was hoping it's not the same one," the man told him.
"The school can wait," Olivia told Elliot. She walked over to the man and extended her hand. "I'm Detective Olivia Benson, and you say you were married to Karen Barley?"
The man shook her hand and said, "Yes, my name is Ron Weston."
"Could you identify her?" Elliot asked.
"I was married to her," Ron reminded him.
"Good," Munch said, and showed him a picture of Karen with the bruises around her neck and hooked up to a machine.
Ron looked it over and looked sick to his stomach. Finally he told them sadly, "Yup, that's her. What happened to her?"
Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other and Elliot said, "We're not at liberty to discuss it."
"I'd like to help in anyway I can," Ron told them. He pulled out a card and handed it to Olivia. "There's my card, if you need anything please give me a call."
He turned to leave when Fin asked, "How'd you find out about this case? It's not in the newspapers yet."
"I work for The Times. They knew I was married to her and when they heard, they told me about," Ron answered them before walking out of the police department.
"Think he's the father of the daughter?" Elliot asked.
"Probably," Fin told them. "Barley had pictures of her daughter in her apartment, and the daughter had red hair like his."
"Do you think Mom and Dad tried to reconnect their spark?" Munch asked.
"And when it didn't work, Dad gets mad and rapes her," Fin finished for him.
"Or maybe they ended on good terms, and Mom was seeing someone else," Olivia suggested. "The found a blond hair under her fingernails."
"That doesn't automatically make it the perp's," Fin objected.
"True," said Caption Donald Cragen, a tall, strong, balding man. "Stabler, Benson, talk to the daughter, and find out if her mom had any boyfriends. Fin, Munch, find out more about the ex."
Jefferson's Elite School, Headmistress' office, 96th Avenue. Wednesday, March 3rd.
Olivia and Elliot were in the Headmistress' office, which was very lavishly and eloquently decorative. The Headmistress was behind her large, red cherry oak desk. She had on a black skirt suit, and her thick, brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She was going over papers, and looked very annoyed at the two police officers in her office. On her desk she had the nametag, Hannah Granger. She cleared her throat and said, "Listen Officers, Krystal is upset about what happened to her mother enough, I don't want you two asking questions right now."
"We know it's a delicate time for Krystal," Olivia told her understandingly. "And we know you are only trying to do your job to help protect these kids, but we need to talk to Krystal in order to find the person who attacked her mother."
"Krystal is a young girl, who is going through a tough time and I will not let you badger her and make it worse," Hannah told them.
"Ms. Granger," Elliot said, getting fed up with the Headmistress, "this investigation needs your assistance to continue. I know that these students are like your own sons and daughters, but-"
"First off," Hannah interrupted, "it is Mrs. Weston. I need change that. And second off, Krystal is my stepdaughter and I will not have you upsetting her anymore. Now, if you come back tomorrow, then maybe Krystal will have calmed down enough to help you."
"Thanks for your time," Olivia told her, trying to sound sincere. After the two of them were outside her office, Olivia said, "Well, she's just so nice and sensitive about this situation."
"I guess we know who the father is," Elliot said, dragging his hand down his mouth and jaw.
"We don't need her permission to talk to the daughter, right?" Olivia asked.
"If this private school wasn't in its own little world."
"Can't we just go around the Headmistress and asked the daughter's guardian?"
"That is assuming she isn't the guardian."
A small redheaded girl walked passed them, and went to knock on the door. She paused and looked at them. Her blue eyes scanned over them and she asked, "Are you waiting to see the Headmistress?"
"No," Olivia answered her.
Elliot looked at the girl and whispered to Olivia, "Didn't Fin say her daughter was a redhead?"
Olivia nodded, and asked the girl, "What's your name?"
"Krystal."
"Krystal Barley?" Elliot asked.
"Are you the cops?" Krystal asked.
"Yes, I'm Detective Olivia Benson and this is my partner Detective Elliot Stabler," Olivia told her.
"Do you know who attacked my mom?" Krystal asked.
"Actually, we wanted to ask you some questions," Olivia told her.
"Then ask if it will help my mom," Krystal told them.
"Mrs. Weston doesn't want us to ask you anything today," Elliot told her.
"Then we won't tell her," Krystal told them. "What do you want to ask me?"
Olivia smiled and said, "Well, we wanted to know if you knew if your mom was seeing anyone."
Krystal shook her head and said, "I don't thinks so. She came to Parents' Day, about five weeks ago, and the only thing new with her was she got a new project for work."
"Parents' Day, what's that?" Elliot asked.
"Parents come and spend the day with their children," Krystal answered him.
"Was your dad there, Ron Weston is his name, right?" Elliot asked.
"Yeah, he was there with Mom and me," Krystal told him.
"Were they acting strangely with each other?" Elliot asked.
"No, Mom and Dad were perfectly civil towards each other. Dad even made Mom smile a couple times," Krystal answered him. "That was getting harder to do, seeing how Mom missed having me around."
"They didn't seem like they were forcing themselves to be civil, did it?" Olivia asked.
"No, I think they were being genuine nice towards each other."
"Who do you live with now, when you're out of school?" Olivia asked.
"I lived with my mom over in England till I got accepted into this school. When we moved to New York, she asked my dad if he wanted me to live with him, and once he said yes, she asked me. I love my mom, but I never got to know my dad growing up, so I live with him now," Krystal told him.
"Krystal, this is my card," Olivia said, handing her a small business card. "If you ever need to talk, or you remember something that you think will be helpful, then give me call."
"Are you going to ask people at her work?" Krystal asked, taking the card. Olivia gave her a confused looked and Krystal said, "They might know if she was dating anyone. They might also know if she had a problem with someone."
"Thanks, we'll do that," Olivia told her.
"Please, just try and find who did this."
"We'll try our hardest," Elliot told her.
"Thank you," Krystal said, before knocking on the Headmistress' door and going into the office.
"Smart kid," Elliot said.
"Her mom raised her well," Olivia said.
"Shame she has to have that as a step mom," Elliot said.
The New York Times' main office, Editor's office, 56th Street. Wednesday, March 3rd.
Fin and Munch were sitting in the Editor's office, while the Editor was going over some of the next day's articles. Fin tapped his foot on the ground; get sick of waiting for the Editor to answer his questions. "I don't think Ron has ever been in trouble with the law. He's a good kid," the Editor told them, curtly.
"That's not what we asked," Fin told him. He pushed the picture of Karen closer to the Editor and said, "We asked if you ever seen this girl around."
"I'm sorry, but I just assume if the police start asking questions about one of my star reporters, he's in trouble with the law," the Editor told him, eyes narrowing at the policemen.
"Take a look at the picture," Munch suggested. "Then tell us if you ever saw her."
The Editor took the picture and said, "Sure, that's Ron's ex. She stopped by to get Ron to sign some papers."
"Any clue what the papers were about?" Fin asked.
"I think something to do with their kid," the Editor answered briskly. "We don't really ask about each other's personal lives."
"But you know she was his ex, how?" Fin questioned, his eyes narrowing at him.
"Because I think Jimmy asked if he could date her," the Editor said harshly, returning the glare.
"So you never saw her again?" Munch asked.
"No, Ron only had his wife visit him," the Editor told them.
"His wife?" Fin asked with surprised.
"Yeah, real uptight, and seemed controlling."
"How long have they been married?" Munch asked.
"About a couple years, maybe three, no more then four."
"How long ago did you see this girl?" Munch asked.
"Towards the end of summer, early fall. It's been about seven months," the Editor told him. "Now if you excuse me, I have a lot of work to still do."
"We'll be in touch," Fin told him rather snidely. As soon as he was out of the Editor's office, he muttered, "Bastard."
"I don't know, he seemed nice to me," Munch said sarcastically. "Come on, let's see if any of the reporters ever saw Karen more then once."
Fin tapped a young copyboy walking by, held up a picture of Karen and asked, "Hey, have you seen this woman before?"
"Yeah, the executive," the copyboy told them. "She came in looking for Red."
"Who is Red?" Munch asked.
"Ron, that's what we call him and we called that girl 'the executive' because she always had on a skirt with a nice jacket, even though we wished she would wear less," the copyboy told them with a huge smile.
"Now how would you know that she always wore a skirt?" Fin asked. "How many times did you see her?"
"She came around about six months ago, but I worked with Red a couple times, out on the field, and we saw her there," the copyboy said. "Only it was weird because she would see him, but try and avoid him."
"Would Ron try and get her attention?" Munch asked.
"A couple times, he would take a quick break and go off in her direction."
"Thanks, you've been lots of help," Fin told him, and the copyboy went on his way. Fin turned to Munch and said, "So she tries and avoid him, but he seeks her out. Think he was still a little obsessed?"
"Defiantly would explain a lot," Munch said.
Fin's phone rang, and Fin quickly answered it. "Fin here. What's up?" … "They can't do that." … "Ok, we'll be right there."
Fin hung up and said, urgently, "We have to get to the hospital, now."
A/N: anyone know how many wives Munch had or how old Fin's son is? Also, I hope you like it!
