Hey, I've gotten this idea to maybe save time and space, that I delete Celebrity and add Celebrity to The Replacement, make it one big story, maybe make more cases in the long run. Just an idea. And I know Elliot and Olivia fics are like all the time, but come on, when you watch that show don't you just wish those two would get together? Everyone I know says yes. But relax I'm not gonna have one of those stories where they're like thinking about their feeling how they totally love each other inner turmoil shit. I don't do that.
Chapter 3:
"There's no way this guy's innocent." Fin said. They were back at the station house. They were explaining what they had learned.
"He admitted that he slept with her," Olivia added. "But he claims it was consensual."
"Who doesn't?" Cameron asked. "Carter totally denied it."
"But he wouldn't consent to a DNA test." Elliot finished.
"Can we get a court order for the test?" Liv asked.
"With what?" Cameron asked. "All we have is her word against theirs."
"What about the pictures?"
"You've done this longer than I have and you still have to ask?"
"We've gotten warrants before on pictures."
"Then call Casey."
"Or you can come over here and give me a hug." said a fifth voice. The detectives turn towards the entrance to see Munch standing there in his usual suit. Olivia ran forward and threw her arms around Munch. Elliot rolled his eyes, Cameron slapped him in the chest.
"You gonna take that?" she whispered. He walked over. Olivia pushed off Munch. She smiled.
"Welcome back." she said.
"Thanks."
"It's good to have you back," Elliot said, grabbing Munch's hand.
"Seriously man," Fin called. "This girl's been driving me crazy."
"Yeah whatever you know you love me." Cameron yelled. Munch smiled.
"So, what are we dealing with?" he asked, the three of them walked back towards Fin and Cam.
"A famous singer and an actor raped a girl at a party, now we're just trying to prove it." Elliot answered.
"DNA test?"
"Neither are giving it up. The singer," he pointed to Halic's picture. "Admits that he slept with her-"
"But according to him she was willing," Cameron interrupted.
"Ok, so what's the next step?"
"Interviewing everyone at the party." Elliot answered.
"My favorite part." Cameron said sarcastically. She jumped down from her desk. "Am I working alone today?"
"Actually no," Munch asked. "I'm stuck on desk duty for a while. Whole injury then heart attack thing."
"Yeah I heard that kind of thing weakens you," Cameron added.
"Can you believe that?"
"It's incredible."
"Whatever," Fin interrupted. "Liv, you comin'?"
"Yeah," and with that the two left the house.
"Cameron!" Elliot called grabbing his coat.
"Coming!" she called. "Good to have you on," she added quickly to Munch before running for the door.
"I can't find your coat," Elliot said, searching the rack.
"That's 'cause I don't have one." she pointed to the hoodie she was wearing. "Warm enough." Elliot shrugged and followed her out the door.
Elliot and Cameron stood back outside Devon Carter's apartment. Elliot was pounding loudly. "Mr. Carter, it's Detective Stabler." Silence followed. "Mr. Carter the clerk at the front desk told us you were home." he paused waiting to see if Carter would come, he didn't. "Mr. Carter if you want I could bust the door down." Something crashed. Elliot hesitated only a second before backing up and kicking the door back. He raised his gun up and walked through the door. When he was in he lowered it. He ran towards Carter who lay on the floor. He was clutching his head. It was bleeding. Cameron walked in noticing a broken wine bottle lying next to Carter. Cam pulled out her walkie-talkie.
"This is Detective Holiday I need a BUS at 75684 Park Ave, apartment 4."
"Carter, Carter," Elliot held Carter's wound in his hand. "Damn it."
Carter mumbled something inaudible.
"What?" Elliot asked.
"That bitch. How could she do that to me?" Cameron put the walkie-talkie down looking confused, she looked over at Elliot who was equally confused.
"What are talking about?" she asked.
"The bloody magazine. She told the reporter." Cameron searched around the apartment before she finally spotted it. Star magazine. The cover was Devon Carter and Brian Halic, two separate pictures. Underneath was a caption. "They Raped Me: Traumatized girl tells about the horrific night she was raped by Carter and Halic."
"Damn," she said.
Carter sat in an interrogation room holding an ice pack to his head. Elliot walked in and slammed the door loudly. Carter jumped.
"Bloody hell."
"Was that too loud?" Elliot yelled. Carter dropped his head in his hands.
"God, somebody just bloody shoot me."
"That can be arranged."
Carter's head shot up, big mistake. He started to rub his head. "Are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm just saying, it's possible."
"What the hell do you want?"
"I want you to start telling me the truth." Carter looked down contemplating the idea. Finally he looked back at Elliot.
Olivia and Fin stood in Halic's hotel room. It was bright white, it was stunning. Olivia knew a man didn't design this room.
"So what do you two want now?" Halic asked. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts.
"We need a list of all the people that attended your party Monday," Olivia told him. Halic just about laughed in her face.
"What you expect me to take names?"
"Are you saying that a guy like you just let anyone in from the streets?" Fin asked amazed.
"No, but I didn't invite them. Talk to my publicist. He organized everything, and invited everyone."
"Can we have a number?" Olivia asked.
"Whatever, hold on a minute, let me get it." he left the room.
"Hey Liv, can I ask you somethin'?" Fin asked. Olivia turned towards him.
"Sure, what is it?"
"You and El haven't been acting normal. You guys alright?" Olivia tensed up slightly.
"Yeah, we're fine. Really."
"Yeah whatever." Halic walked back in. He handed Liv a card he held between his index and middle fingers. Liv pulled it out. She opened her phone and dialed the number there.
"Well?" Elliot asked Carter, still sitting in the interrogation room. Carter finally decided to do something smart.
"Brenda's my girlfriend," he said finally.
"And Halic?"
"He was my best friend."
"Was?"
"I just got in from filming a movie Monday. Brian told me about a party he was having, that it was a shame I wasn't going. I decided to surprise everyone. When I got there I saw Brenda. I was going to sneak up on her but she went into Brian's room. Brian went in a little while later. I walked over, put my ear to door. And I heard."
"They were sleeping together."
"You give them too much credit. They were banging like a couple of jack-rabbits. I got sick to my stomach so I left. I went and grabbed a beer. Then I went home. A couple of minutes later, Brenda brings her ass in. So gets so excited to see me that we go at it."
"You sleep with a woman you just caught cheating?" Elliot was amazed at some of the things people do.
"As soon as I was done, I got up, and went back to Brian's hotel."
"And you guys sat down and had a cup of tea?"
"He opened the door, and I punched him in the nose." Carter lifted his hand to see that it was slightly discolored. "How else did this happen?"
"Brenda tells us that you punched her after you raped her."
"You also said she gave you pictures."
"So what?"
"How many people keep pictures standing on a mantle piece in a hotel?"
Elliot thought for a moment. His story didn't strike him as believable but it was possible. He leaned forward, deciding to make a story up as he went. "This is how I see it, your friend rapes her, she punches him and brakes his nose, you decide to be a gentlemen and take her back to her place."
"No."
"Instead you take her to yours. And you rape her, you punch her in the face giving her one hell of a bruise. You go back to the party and the two of you make up this pathetic story."
"Brian will never admit that I broke his nose. Ever!" Carter yelled. He jumped up out of his seat. He walked around Elliot. He stood in front of the two-way mirror. He put his fists up to the glass. Cam and Munch stood on the outside.
"Do you believe him?" John asked. Cameron wasn't paying attention. She walked up to the glass and put her fist on top of Carter's. "Cameron this isn't the time to flirt."
"John," she turned back towards him. "Do you think you can help me with something?"
"Sure, what is it?" She led him back to the squad room.
And here beith the twist. What do you think is going to happen? Who here actually cares? Raise your hands! Lol, well enjoy! And feedback! I need feedback! I love feedback! Really, I do! Bye!
Bob