AN: I'm starting to feel this fic has no real plot and is never going to finish, and I really really don't want that, but I'll go on writing because I don't want to add an incomplete to my collection, and because it's fun.


Bobby walked up behind Rachel, wrapping her arms around her waist and turning her upside down with no effort at all, making her squeak loudly.


Elliot and Olivia stood outside Dtve. Goren's door when they hear a squeak, followed by silence and a "Bobby! Bobby put me down, come on..." They looked at each other, Olivia ready to get her gun out and Elliot ready to knock on the door. He stopped, though, as they heard "Robert Goren put me down. I have a spoon and I intent to use it!" followed by laughter. What the hell?

That was it. Olivia couldn't stand just stand there any longer. It didn't sound like whoever was talking was in pain or in danger, but the intrigue was killing her. She simply put her hand up and knocked on the wooden door.

"The rice is going to stick…" the voice inside said, "here, you take care of that, I'll get the door."


Bobby grabbed the wooden spoon and marched into the kitchen. Maybe Alex could make it did come after all.


The door swung open.

"Please, come in."

Well, she doesn't seem surprised to see us here. Then again, why would she? She asked us not to talk to him in the precinct…The detectives followed Rachel into Bobby's apartment… the place was clean and tidy. Everything was exactly were it was supposed to be.

"Bobby!"

"Umm, does he know, does he know we were going to talk to him?" She probably told him the whole story, and maybe even what she said to us…

"Nope… you can wait for him here, or you can come with me…" Rachel said simply as she made her way to the kitchen, were Bobby was.

So maybe nothing ever happened after all… if she had been abused and she didn't want to admit it she would have told him exactly what she told us so when we ask him questions their stories match… right? So maybe nothing happened.

Elliot and Olivia decided to follow her, keeping some distance. They were surprised, awed, intrigued by their relationship when they entered the kitchen and saw Rachel sitting on the counter trying the rice from the spoon Bobby was holding for her.

We're here. For some reason I would have expected them to behave less friendlily around us. Olivia's thoughts were interrupted when Bobby turned around asking what he could do for them.

"We just need to ask you a few questions. Do you mind if we go somewhere more private?"

"Sure… what is this about?"

"You don't know?"

"I may have an idea, but I'm not sure it's what I'm thinking…"

"Becky called them. Spoon please…"

So this is why she was so pissed at me all day…

Before they were out of the kitchen, Rachel's question threw the detectives from SVU a little off balance… "Do you guys want to stay for diner? You don't have to answer now, think about it… it should be ready in about thirty minutes."

TBC...