Special Victims Unit
Squad Room
November 17
Elliot strides into the squad room. He hangs up his coat and sits down at his desk and sees Bobby and Alex have already beat him there.
"Good morning Elliot," he says as he hands Elliot some coffee, "hope you like it black."
"Actually I do. Thanks...morning."
Olivia makes her way in, "Morning guys...Alex, morning."
Alex nods in acknowledgment.
Elliot sits down his coffee and stands, "Alright...we need to find this Malachi today. Liv, you and Alex take these two and we'll get the other," he hands her and Alex the names and addresses.
"Why do we get these lovelies," Alex asks.
"Because. They're in Brooklyn and Queens. If I wanted to question them, I would have done it on my way in and saved some time," Elliot says with a smirk.
"You really enjoy being the lead don't you," Olivia says as she and Alex grab their coats.
"Of course."
"Call ya when we're done."
They leave and Elliot sits back down. Bobby sits at Olivia's desk.
"Well...are we going to check our guy out?"
Elliot looks over at him and takes a drink from his coffee, "Soon enough...look, Bobby. I just wanted to apologize for what I said yesterday about your mom."
"Forget it. You were upset...tact wasn't really a concern for you. It's forgiven."
Elliot rolls up his sleeves , "Well...as much as I hate this little game we've got going on ...it's your turn."
Bobby nods and thinks of what to ask. He notices the tattoo on Elliot's forearm, "Your tattoo there...miltary?"
"Yeah. Marines. I was just a kid...but I had a kid on the way and needed it. Made me pretty serious. You serve?"
"Army. I was an investigator...explains alot doesn't it?"
"Actually. Yeah...well you know...could have been worse."
"Could have been the Coast Guard," they say in unison and laugh.
"You have any more tattoos Elliot. It's been my experience, no one stops at one."
"Two. One of Jesus on my left shoulder...and then this other one...well, we don't know each other well enough to show it to you."
"What of?"
"That one...not your turn."
"Fine. Ask."
"You have any tattoos?"
"No. Not my thing. So...what's the tattoo of?"
Elliot lowers his head, "A butterfly okay."
Bobby shakes his head, "Must have been a big bet."
"Yeah, it was."
"You're Irish right?"
"Yeah...why?"
"Well, I'm sure your mother taught you to respect women...that why this case getsunder your skin? Or why you do this for a living?"
"Where were you before you went to Major Case?"
"Narcotics. Not to hard to figure junkies out."
Elliot nods. He picks up a picture frame and hands it to Bobby.
"She's. A beautiful woman."
"She's my twenty year old daughter. I see these victims and all I can see in the back of my mind is her. Sometimes my other daughters...on occasion my son. But I do this for them. For her."
Bobby studies the picture and hands it back to Elliot, "She has your eyes. She's only twenty...looks older."
"A little young for you, pal."
Bobby blinks, almost nervous.
"Relax, it was just a joke."
"I bet she just loves to bring her dates by to meet you."
Elliot smiles, "Especially when I tell them I've actually shot and killed a few people. And didn't lose any sleep over it."
"A little over protective don't you think?"
"You don't have kids, so you wouldn't understand. "
"Guess not."
"Think you've got me figured out yet?"
"Uh...I'm not sure. But I think I'm close. You think you've got me figured out?"
"I have a feeling I haven't even scratched the surface. Come on...let's go check out our Malachi."
He tosses Bobby his jacket as they leave the squad room.