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"It doesn't fit," she muttered, under her breath. She was examining the evidence on the Gutierrez murder.
"What?"
"This. Nothing fits. None of this is right," she said, looking up at Elliot.
"What are you talking about? It's a drug sale gone bad. End of story."
"Gutierrez was a hit man for the drug lords, but he didn't sell drugs. Every time he's been arrested, he was clean. Now, when he's broken out of prison, he suddenly starts selling? It doesn't add up," she said.
"Maybe he got desperate, needed the money."
"He's got friends who would help him, especially knowing he wanted to get rid of a cop. I'm thinking one of his old buddies wanted him dead for some reason," Olivia told him.
"Whatever you think, this isn't our case," Cragen said, taking the file away from her. "I'm sending it down to homicide. We've already got more than we can handle as it is, and I don't want any of you involved in this one, especially considering the circumstances."
"So we're going to send something like this to another department, so it can go cold while they're fighting over who'll take it?" Olivia asked him.
"Yes, we are. And I need to talk to the two of you in my office," he said, looking at Elliot and Olivia. They followed him into his office and Elliot closed the door. "I heard about the other night."
"Captain, nothing happened. I didn't mean to fall asleep…" Elliot started.
"You don't have to explain it to me. But I don't want it to even seem like something is going on, understand? I've got two new detectives coming in an hour, and I'm putting them with the two of you for the time being. Anyone finds out about anything going on between the two of you, and it's permanent," he said, sitting down. "Elliot, I'm putting you with Melendez, and Olivia's with O'Kelley."
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Olivia looked up and saw the two new detectives walk in. One was female, and she looked like she was only a teenager, with the exception of her clothes. The other was male, about thirty years old. The woman had long, light blonde hair, and the man appeared to be Hispanic. "Can I help you?" she asked, not getting up from her desk.
"I'm Katharine O'Kelley. I was reassigned to this unit," she said. Olivia smiled.
"I'm Olivia Benson, your new partner. I would introduce you to everyone, but Munch and Fin are out working a case, and Stabler went for coffee," she said, standing up.
"There's a coffee pot over there," the guy said, eyebrow raised.
"And you'll be smart to stay away from it. Munch makes some weird crap that tastes like mud."
"I resent that," Munch said, walking up behind her.
"Have you ever actually tasted that coffee, John? Or do you just enjoy torturing the rest of us?" she asked.
"No, I'm just a masochist. I enjoy drinking bad coffee," he said sarcastically. "You will, however, be glad to know that we found the weapon in the John Doe murder."
"Where?" she asked.
"Strangely enough, it was exactly where we found the body," Fin told her. She looked over and saw him sitting at his desk.
"What are you talking about? You guys went over that crime scene a dozen times yesterday," she said.
"Yeah, but our perp obviously decided to return the gun to the scene."
"Anybody see anything?"
"Nothing but some kids playing football. None of them had a clue where it came from," Munch said.
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Olivia opened the door and let him in without a word. It wasn't until the door was closed that she even looked at him. "You really shouldn't be here," she said.
"And if you want me to leave, all you have to do is say so," Elliot told her. He gently grasped her wrist and pulled her over to him.
"I don't want you to go," she whispered.
"Then I'll stay," he said, letting go of her wrist. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thank you, Olivia. For everything."