Waters' Home

The two stood on the stoop of the Waters' home, the chime of the doorbell sounded inside. After a few seconds, the doorknob turned, and the door was opened by a young boy.

"Mom!" he called as soon as he saw them.

"Who's there Benny?" his mother called back.

"I dunno. I think it's police." he said. His mother appeared in the doorway.

"Ok, Ben, go set the table and get washed up." she ordered her son, pushing him on. Then, to the detectives "May I help you two?"

"We're looking for Ashley Waters." Elliot said.

Mrs. Waters paused a moment, before saying "Uh, yeah. Yes, of coarse. Come in." she said politely. "Ashley! Get over here."

"It's alright, take your time ma'am." Olivia said.

"Mom, can't it wait! I'm triyng to do homework...Oh, never mind I can't concentrate anyways." Thump thump thump thump bang...

Ashley stomped down the stairs, obviously annoyed. She slowed down, however, when she encountered the detectives.

"I didn't do it! Whatever it is, I-"

"Ashley!" her mother interrupted. "Just be quiet and listen, can't you do that just once?" she asked sharply.

"Ok ok mom, gees! You don't have to yell at me. What the heck is going on? Am I in trouble for something?" the girl went on.

"Ashley, it's alright. You're not in trouble, we just want to ask you some questions-" Benson started

"About what?" she asked. "Oh, cool shoes. My friend got some that look almost exactly like them-"

"Did you take your medicine?" her mother questioned.

"Oh my gosh! I swear, I totaly forgot. Is it too late?"

Mrs. Waters sighed. "Oh well, we can't worry about that right now. Just listen to what these people are trying to talk to you about." She turned to Benson and Stabler. "I'm really very sorry about her behavior."

"No need to apoligize." Elliot said.

"Ashley, bring them into the living room. I have to go serve dinner." she left for the kitchen "Benny? Benjamin, get down off that chair before you fall and hurt yourself!"

When all three were settled in the living room, Olivia began.

"Ashley, you attened the West Side Adolecent Counciling-"

"Ugh, yeah." she groaned.

"You don't like it?" Stabler asked. Ashley shook her head.

"I mean, the average teen probibly hates it otherwise anyway, but this is the worst group thing yet."

"Why's that?" Olivia continued.

"Well, the guy there, the thereapist I mean, he's..." she laughed nervously. "Weird. Yeah."

"What's so weird about him?"

"Um, he like, " another nervous laugh "He makes some girls...you know. Do it. With him."

"Has he ever made you?" Elliot said cautiously. He felt as though he may be in more unstable territory now.

Ashley shook her head. "Ew, no, thank goodness. I've seen him though. In fact, one time he actualy made me take a picture of Karen Bishop and him, for him. Of coarse, he forgot to get it from me."

"Do you still have it?" Olivia was hoping.

"Unfortunently, yes. I stuffed it way way back into my drawer, in case he ever asked about it. I thought if I kept quiet about it, he wouldn't make me do it too. Hold on, let me get it." Ashley jumped up from the couch and ran up to her room, only to return moments later with a picture in her hand. "Here, take it. I want it back before my next session, in case he asks for it then."

"Ashley, you may not go back." Elliot told her.

"What?" a worried look took over her face. "But, I...I have to!"

"Sweetheart, you don't want to go back. This man is hurting people." Olivia explained.

"But if I don't go back I have to go to a special school next year. My mom said. This was my last try, if it didn't work out, she'd send me to a new school."

Olivia took out her buisness card. "Listen, we'll get that figured out, alright. If this man ever touches you, you call this number right away, understand?"

The teen just nodded, watching the detectives leave.

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