Riker's Island

November 16

Stabler and Goren are waiting for the guards to bring Timmy Kirkly.

"Why don't you have a picture of your mother on your desk," Elliot asks, just to break the silence.

"It's...a touchy subject."

"Make you a deal, but we play by the rules. You answer any question about yourself honestly, and I'll return the favor. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good. So?"

"So. My mother. I actually don't have any pictures of her. She said that...the cameras steal your soul."

"Say what?"

"She's schizophrenic. She thinks that all cameras still your soul and then the government gets them and uses them to blackmail you. She's been like that for as long as I can remember."

Elliot nods, "I get it. Now, a deal's a deal so ask away."

Bobby clears his throat, "What happened with you and your ex anyways?"

Elliot takes a seat next to him, "Sure know how to get the the bottom of it...Kathy, that's her name. You know, I never cheated...neither did she. Twenty years. We have...had this amazing family and I screwed it all up. I work too much...I could never talk about work at home. She couldn't take the not knowing anymore; she couldn't deal with me being "so angry all the time." So, she took the kids and left," he puts his head in his hands.

"You still love her?"

Elliot looks up, "I would die for her...so yes. And for the record, you owe me a question."

Bobby laughs. The conversation is stopped when the door slides open as Timmy Kirkly is brought in. The guards make sure Kirkly is seated, then they remove the restraints. He watches as the guards exit the room. Stabler stands and leans against the bars, Bobby stays seated.

"It was real nice of the guards to get me a stripper," he smiles at Elliot and then shifts his gaze to Bobby, "But, what's your deal? Pimp?"

Elliot rolls his eyes, "Real cute."

"Thank you."

Bobby buries a laugh, "Actually, we're here to ask you about Chris Peach."

Timmy smiles, "Young guy...actor. He's fantastic."

"I'm. Sure he is. Were you with him on the nights of November 13th and 15th?"

"Yes, I was. And not just the nights."

Elliot takes a shot, "Wonderful. How did you two meet?"

"I went to see Wicked and he happened to be on that night. So, I went a few more times and finally asked him out after the show."

"How many times did you see him on stage?"

"Oh...at least once a week."

"Did you ever notice anyone else? You know...always seemed to be there?"

"Like someone else interested in one of the actors huh," he thinks, "Not like I was looking at him, but there was this older guy. Bad skin, could have used a tan."

"You catch his name?"

"Yeah...it was really weird...Malachi. He was always real focused on the chick playing the witch. Almost like he was in love with her, well her as the witch anyway...isn't there a word for that?"

"Erotomania," Bobby answers, "You talk to him any?"

"A little...even though he clearly wasn't interested."

"Clearly?"

"Well...everybody needs somebody. I thought he winked at me and so, I touched his thigh...he flipped out. Told me that I should repent...and confess my sins and be absolved or whatever."

"Did you," Elliot asks.

"Actually. I put it on my to-do list...right after Brad Pitt."

Elliot shakes his head and pops a piece of gum in his mouth.

Timmy's eyes light up, "Oh my GOD! Elliot...I should have recognized you...the eyes, and that ass..."

"Okay, we're done...Goren..."

"Wow...small world. Didn't believe you when you said you were a cop. Damn. So, uh, tell me...do your lips still burn with the fire of my kiss?"

"Done. Thank you...," Elliot grabs Timmy by the shirt and throws him against the bars, "And you are very lucky that I didn't have your twisted ass arrested for assault."

As Elliot leaves, Timmy slaps him on the ass. The guards immediately enter and restrain Timmy. They escort him right past our detectives.

"Been wanting to do that for as long as I can remember."