"I understand that you are very worried and are under a great deal of stress. I am more than willing to sympathize with you, but only to a certain extent. As long as you are my daughter, I will not tolerate disrespect out of you. If I have to spank your naughty bottom as pink as your sassy tongue to get that message through to you, then so be it." Don scolded as he spanked the bare bottom draped over his lap.
"Ow! Ow! Daddy, OW!" Olivia sobbed, trying not to wriggle too much.
"Yes, it does hurt, doesn't it? Keep those legs down or I'll use this hairbrush on your thighs."
"I'm sorry!"
"Good. I'm afraid you're going to be even more sorry by the time I'm finished with you."
When Olivia's bottom was a deep shade of crimson and she was lying limp over his lap sobbing heavily, Don set aside the hairbrush and picked his daughter up to cuddle her on his lap until she stopped crying. Don was a very clever man and realized that Olivia needed to have a good, long cry to relieve her stress and sassing him had been her way of asking for what she needed. She would probably ask him to do it again before the trial was over in a few weeks, but that was part of his job as a father, to be there for his daughter in whatever capacity she needed him. Don kissed the top of Olivia's head and comforted her while she sobbed on his shoulder, reassuring her that she was a good girl and everything was going to be alright until she fell asleep in his arms.
Meanwhile, Alex was due to start speech therapy to help with her stutter and was currently receiving a spanking of her own in the punishment room for trying to use a trip to the nurse's station as an excuse to skip her first session. But when the nurse took Alex's temperature and it came back normal, Alex was caught and the nurse sent her to Claire. The infirmary was for girls who were actually sick or injured, not for hiding in plain sight. As far as Alex was concerned, between her physical therapy with Monique, her therapy sessions with Dr. Kloss, and now speech therapy with Dr. Lowe, there was far too much therapy going on and not enough progress. She wanted to be back in tip-top condition and she wanted it immediately. Patience had never been one of Alex's strong suits.
"I'm afraid you're going to be sitting on a very sore bottom during your therapy session today. When it's time for therapy, that means you go with the therapist and you put in the work like a good girl for the entire hour. You will not use the nurse as an excuse to avoid your therapy sessions." Claire scolded as she spanked Alex's naughty bare bottom over her lap with a leather paddle.
When it was over, Alex sank to her knees at Claire's feet and Claire soothed and cuddled Alex until her eyes were dry. She informed Alex that she was not allowed to rub her bottom until her therapy session was over in an hour and that Dr. Lowe was waiting for her in his office. Claire kissed Alex's forehead one more time and sent Alex on her way with one more sharp spank to her tender bottom, making Alex yelp.
Not too far away, Michaela was still on the run. She heard a police siren and ducked down into the bushes until the police car passed by and disappeared around the corner. She knew that she had taken a risk by going to see Alex at Rosewood, but Alex needed to be put in her place. It wasn't fair that Alex had been well loved and well provided for for over twenty years while Michaela kept getting thrown to the wolves. It was about time that something bad happened to Alex to teach her what it felt like to be nothing but trash. Michaela didn't think about the fact that Alex had been nothing but good to her since the first moment they met, she just wanted Alex out of the way and then she could take Alex's place in Olivia's home. She'd been in homes where there was more than one submissive underfoot and there was never enough attention to go around or other submissives kept getting favored over her and she was eventually thrown out. By removing Alex from the situation, Michaela was going to avoid that problem this time. Michaela kept walking until she started to get hungry. She knew that there was a warrant out for her arrest and the police were looking for her, so going into a shop or restaurant to get something to eat wasn't an option. She kept walking until she spotted a partially-eaten sandwich in a nearby trash can that somebody had carelessly thrown out. She retrieved the sandwich and kept walking toward her destination. She slipped into a payphone booth and dialed a number.
"Hey, it's me. I'm at the payphone on Grand. Come pick me up, I need somewhere to lay low for a while…. Nah, she's back with that foster care bitch and Dave's been arrested, it's just me. Maybe I can figure out some way to repay you. You enjoyed that thing I did for you on your birthday, didn't you, baby?" Michaela purred suggestively.
Michaela was still standing by the payphone when a car pulled up and the passenger door opened.
"Get in. Crazy slut, your face is plastered all over the news. What were you thinking going down there to see her?"
"You can beat me for it later. Drive, take the side roads." Michaela got into the car and closed the door.
"I won't have to beat you after Paul gets through with you, there won't be anything left to beat."
Rosewood's director sighed as she sat at her desk and the phone went to voicemail once again.
"Jason, it's Cindy calling again. Where the hell are you? You've got twelve sessions today and I've had to divide them up among the other therapists. Nobody's heard from you, including your wife. Call me when you get this and get your butt in to work as soon as you can."
"Excuse me, is this the Special Victims Unit?" a woman walked into the precinct looking fearful with her pregnant belly leading the way.
"Yes, it is. I'm Captain Benson, how can I help you?" Olivia asked kindly.
"My name is Mariah Kloss. My husband Jason never came home last night and his boss said he never showed up for work this morning. He's a therapist at Rosewood Transition Station. I went to the police and they just said that since he hasn't been missing for forty eight hours yet they can't do anything about it and he's probably just at a buddy's sleeping off a night of binge drinking, but I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen Jason drink alcohol and I'm carrying our first child and I just have this horrible feeling-" Mariah said with tears in her eyes.
"Mrs. Kloss, I happen to know Jason and I promise you we will do everything in our power to find him. This is Detective Carisi, I'm going to have him take you somewhere quiet and you can answer his questions. Carisi, get Mrs. Kloss a cup of coffee." Olivia instructed.
"Tea, please. I don't drink coffee." Mariah sniffled, cradling her pregnant belly.
"Captain, I'm afraid I need your help solving a mystery." Melinda said as she walked into the precinct carrying a file in her hand.
"What's up?" Olivia asked.
"Well, I ran the prints and DNA from the body on my autopsy table. I didn't get a match on the prints, but I got a match on the DNA sample. The problem is that it belongs to a man currently sitting behind bars in Rikers, David Kloss."
"Oh my God." Olivia groaned, taking the file from Melinda.
"What did I miss?" Melinda asked.
"The good news is I can solve your mystery for you. David Kloss is an identical twin, he has a brother named Jason, or I guess had. The bad news is that Jason's pregnant wife just came in to report him missing and now I have to go in there and tell her that her husband has been murdered."
"Well, whoever killed Jason left lipstick on his neck and I was able to swab for DNA. I've got my computer scouring through databases as we speak. I'll keep you posted."
"Thanks, Melinda." Olivia sighed.
Mariah Kloss left the precinct in a flood of sobs, needing to be escorted by two officers supporting her weight and taken to the hospital for observation to keep the baby from going into distress and delivering too early. Olivia sighed as she sat down at her desk and picked up her phone to call the director at Rosewood to tell her what had happened to her employee.
"Thank you very much for calling, Captain Benson. Please tell Jason's wife that I'm so sorry. Our facility is still on lockdown after the incident with Alex's intruder, no one is even allowed to be outside in the yard until we get cameras installed outside. I hate to keep everyone locked indoors, but for the time being there's simply no safe alternative and it's my job to keep these submissives safe."
"Rest assured, I am doing everything in my power to find and arrest the intruder. And thank you very much for keeping my Alex safe." Olivia said.
"My pleasure, Captain. I've had mostly good reports about her from my staff, aside from one or two behavior issues that unfortunately had to be corrected by our disciplinarian in the punishment room. But all in all, Alex is a delight to have here at Rosewood. You should be proud."
"I am, very much so." Olivia smiled.
"Captain, we have a problem. You're going to want to see this." Amanda popped her head into Olivia's office.
Olivia stood from her desk and followed Amanda into an interview room where Morales was sitting at the table surrounded by equipment.
"We pulled the footage from the street cam. We got lucky and the camera was pointed directly at the alley where Jason Kloss's body was found. Morales cleaned up the image and look what we found."
Olivia watched the screen, time stamped a little before ten pm, as Jason Kloss came walking out of the hamburger joint. He seemed to hear something that caught his attention and he walked into the alley. He didn't appear intoxicated or unsteady on his feet, he appeared to simply have stopped to get something to eat on his way home after work. From the side of the screen, Michaela came walking up to Jason holding what appeared to be a crowbar. They appeared to argue for a while until Michaela suddenly pulled a knife out of her pocket and stabbed Jason in his genitals multiple times. He fell after the second stab and Michaela took the crowbar and started beating Jason with it. He lay motionless on the ground, clearly dead, and she still continued to beat him until she seemed to run out of steam and walked off in the opposite direction she came from, the crowbar and her hands drenched in Jason's blood.
"Okay, turn it off. Amanda, take Kat and the two of you go down to the burger joint. It was ten pm and the burger joint doesn't close until midnight, somebody had to have heard or seen something.
"Oh, yeah, he was here, he's one of our regulars. He came in around 9:15 and ordered his usual, a fried egg sandwich, coffee, and a blueberry muffin. He left around 10. Did something happen to him?" the waitress said when the detectives showed her a picture of Jason.
"He was murdered." Kat said.
"This city sucks." the waitress grumbled.
"Is there any chance you saw this woman here the same night?" Amanda asked, showing her a picture of Michaela.
"Michaela? No, she wasn't here that night. Nobody's seen her in over a week, I know because I've been covering all of her shifts. More tips for me, I guess, although I had to skip my nephew's baptism to work and my sister is still pissed at me about it."
"Are you sure you didn't see or hear anything else that maybe you remember now as being odd or out of place?" Amanda pressed.
"Nope, not a thing. This neighborhood gets kind of sketchy after midnight, I don't hang around. I go straight to my car, get in, and lock the doors. One of our busboys, Tim, said he heard a couple of cats fighting in the alley around 10. I'm just glad it was a couple of cats and not a couple of drunks."
"Detectives, are you looking for that girl?" a customer sitting nearby pointed at the picture of Michaela in Amanda's hand.
"We are. Have you seen her?" Amanda asked.
"Yeah, it was the weirdest thing. I saw her walking down the street toward Metropolitan carrying a crowbar drenched in blood."
"And you didn't think to call the police?" Kat asked.
"Do I look like a crazy man to you? Whatever poor bastard she had just finished pummeling, I didn't want to be next in line. I did see her toss the crowbar and a knife into a dumpster."
"Which dumpster?"
"Beats me, somewhere over there toward Metropolitan, like I said. I'd had a few to drink, details get fuzzy."
"Captain, there's at least a hundred dumpsters between the burger joint and Metropolitan. You expect me and Munch to dumpster dive through every single one?" Fin asked.
"No, I expect you and Elliot to dumpster dive through every single one. Munch called in sick, he's convinced he's got the plague again." Olivia said.
"He's such a hypochondriac." Fin grumbled.