Disclaimer: all right, any characters you recognize belong to Dick Wolf, and anything else is mine.

A/N: I am uploading this story because my friend pissed me off, so in order to get back at her I am writing a SVU fic instead of a Harry Potter fic. Also, this chapter has a horrible ending, but unless you wanted it to be end up being six pages long, I had to cut it off at that point. Sorry about that. I will try and update next chapter with a better ending, but after that I might not be able to update to often. This cite has my schoolwork to compete with. Enjoy and please review.


Enmity
Chapter 1: "Jeffries?"

The squad room at the one six precinct was busy. There were detectives running in and out, or conversing with each other on their case, especially four of them deep in conversation. The group of four consisted of unlikely people. There was a tall pretty woman with short brown hair. Standing next to the woman was a tall man with a few tattoos on his arm. There was another, taller, man with a dark suit and dark sunglasses on, who appeared like he was going to an interview for the job of undertaker. Then there was also a man with a rough face, goatee and his black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Munch, just shut up," the woman told him. "I don't feel like hearing one your useless theories."

"Elliot, please tell Olivia my theories are helpful and not useless," Munch said.

"The case is done, just leave it alone," Olivia said.

As the two detectives started arguing, a woman with a dark complexion and hair that stood on the border of light brown and blonde entered the precinct. She held a couple folders in her hand, and checked one over to make sure everything was in order. She walked up to the four detectives and said, with a hint of a southern accent, "I'm looking for Caption Cragen's office."

"Here, I can help with that," Fin said. "I'm Detective Odafin Tutuola."

"I'm looking for Captain Cragen," she repeated.

"He's busy right now," Fin replied, trying not to sound nasty.

"Fine," she said. She handed him a folder and said, "Here's my file."

Fin flipped open and read through it. He looked up in shock and said, "You're here for one of our jobs."

Munch looked up and his mouth dropped when he saw the woman.

"Jeffries?" he asked in disbelieve. She had a remarkable resemblance to his old partner, Monique Jeffries.

Cragen spotted the woman and walked up to her. "You Clampett?"

She nodded. "Captain Cragen?"

"Yeah, follow me to my office," Cragen told her.

She nodded and went to follow him, but stopped. She yanked the folder out of Fin's hand and then followed Cragen.

"Whose job is she here for?" Olivia asked Fin.

He shrugged. "All it said was she a transfer from some place in Tennessee and she was here for one of our jobs."

"Why? No one's about to get canned, are they?" Elliot asked, looking around.

They all shook their heads while Munch smiled. "Fin, you better watch out," he warned.

"Why?"

"It's Jeffries, she come back to seek her revenged," Munch joked.

"Shut up," Fin responded.

The four of them went back to filling out paperwork, when Cragen and the girl came back out. He pointed to Olivia and Elliot, and said, "Stabler, Benson, you're need at St. Mary's Hospital, and take Clampett with you."

They nodded and as they were grabbing their coats the woman turned to Fin and said, "Sorry for the remark earlier Tu… and what did you say your name was?"

"Call me Fin," he told her.

"I'm Clampett," she said.

"Got a first name to go along with that?" Fin asked, smiling at her.

She gritted her teeth and muttered with venom, "Daisy."

Olivia went up to the nurses' station and said, "We're detectives, and we're looking for the rape case."

"Room 416," a nurse answered. "The rape kit is already done, and the lab is still trying to figure out what drug was in her bloodstream. She should be released in a few hours."

As they started walking toward the room, Olivia asked, "So Clampett, where did you move from?"

"A place in Tennessee," she answered.

"Why are you in SVU?" Olivia questioned.

Daisy shrugged and said, "It was just there."

"How old are you?" Elliot asked, thinking how she couldn't be a few years older then his eldest daughter.

"A good age," she answered.

"Good age meaning in your thirties?" Olivia wondered in hopes that the new detective was not as green as she thought.

"What room was it again?" Daisy diverted.

"This one," Olivia said, as they entered the room.

Their victim had dark brown hair, and appeared to be from somewhere around Central Europe. She was awake and talking with a nurse. When the nurse pulled out a needle, the victim flinched and Daisy stopped dead in her tracks.

"What?" Elliot asked. "Something wrong?"

She shook her head and whispered, "No, it's nothing."

Olivia walked over to the victim and greeted her, "Hi, my name's Detective Olivia Benson and those are my partners Stabler and Clampett."

"Leyna Tescorkski," the victim answered. "You're here to get a statement about what happened, right?"

"That's right. Have you ever seen the man who attacked you before?" Olivia asked, as Elliot began taking notes.

Leyna shook her head and said, "No, I had no clue who this man was, but he seemed to know me."

"What makes you say that?" Olivia asked.

"He called me by my nickname, he knew my routine, and he knew where I work," Leyna told her.

"Does your work ever have you go for conferences in different locations?" Daisy asked.

"Yes, it's one of the main parts of my job," Leyna answered.

"Any of them out of state, out of the country, or some place you'd have to take a plane to?" Daisy asked.

"Yes, the majority of them are in London."

Elliot and Olivia stared at each other. Daisy had taken control of this questioning and she wasn't letting the two senior detectives get involved with it.

"Try and think - did you ever see the man who attacked you at the airport or one of those conferences?"

Leyna paused, and consider it. She shook her head and said, "I don't remember seeing him until last night."

Daisy nodded in understanding and went to ask another question when Olivia cut her off. "Leyna, can you tell us what happened last night?"

"I was out with my boyfriend, he was walking me home, and this man came out of nowhere, pushing us into an alley," Leyna started.

She went on to describe how the man called her by her nickname, asked how work was going and when the man tried to grab her arm, her boyfriend tried to stop him. The man had to fight off her boyfriend, and ended up injecting something into the boyfriend a couple times, that knocked him unconscious.

Then the man had turned to Leyna, told her to call him Ethan and then tried to kiss her. When she fought him off, he also injected her with something, but only enough to make her easier to handle. Then she recalled in vicious detail, how he raped her.

Daisy Clampett had slipped out of the room right after Leyna had started her tale. She was taking in deep breaths as she tried to control her shaking. The last thing she needed was to have these new people see her like this; she hadn't even let her old partners seen her in this state of mind.

Elliot quickly exited the hospital room and looked around. His eyes landed on Daisy and he asked, "Are you okay? You just disappeared on us."

"I'm fine," she answered steadily, grateful she had stopped shaking.

"I was going to go check on the boyfriend. You coming?"

She nodded and started to follow Elliot. He looked back at her and asked, "So, you want to know the details?"

"He was injected with something, hasn't woken up yet and they don't know if he will wake up," Daisy told him. "She was also injected with the same substance, but a lesser dose, and then rape, right after he told her to call him Ethan."

"Yeah."

The walked in an awkward silence until they reached the room the boyfriend was in. Elliot was going to wait until a doctor arrived, but Daisy walked right in. The first thing she did was look for the mark of the needle, while Elliot went for the chart.

"Name is Ryan Dronish," Elliot told her. "Blood type B positive and they're still working on what drug is in his bloodstream."

"Found where the perp injected him," Daisy said, rolling up the sleeves and showing him the two red marks from the needles.

"Can I help you?" a feminine voice asked. The two detectives spun around to see the doctor standing in the doorway. Elliot flashed his badge and said, "We're detectives. Are you the doctor for this man?"

"Yes, I am," she answered.

"What are his chances?" Daisy asked right away.

"Good," the doctor told her. "He has a seventy five chance of waking up in the next two days."

"And if he doesn't wake up by then, what are his chances?" Daisy asked.

"After the first week, next to nothing," the doctor answered.

"Poor guy," Daisy whispered to herself.