On the drive back to the school, I was just staring out the window, away in a world of my own. I was contemplating what to make of this Fraser Scott character. On one hand, I thought that he was a complete ass. If he actually in a relationship with a pupil, then he really was stupid. If he wasn't and he was lying about being in a relationship with a student, he was sick and twisted and seriously needed to have his head looked at.

Suddenly's Elliot's calm, cool voice penetrated my mind. "Liv..."

"Yeah," I looked round at him.

"You alright?" he asked, his deep blue eyes boring right into my soul, and my stomach flipped. Oh god, I hated it when he made me feel like this. I hated him for making me get all giddy. I hated him because...well, I hated him because I loved him.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about this case," I nodded. "Do you think he's got something going?"

"With a student?" Elliot asked and I nodded. "Sure I do. He's the kind of guy who would. Good-looking but knows it. He thinks he can do anything and get away with it. We've just gotta prove it."

I nodded, again staring out the window. He was almost always so logical. He saw the facts and he put them together to make a simple, straight-forward theory, which turned out to be right a lot of the time. I loved that. It was something that was a great tool when you were a detective, and it was also great that it was my partner who had this kind of skill.

At the school, we didn't even stop to talk to the frail old receptionist sitting downstairs. We stormed upstairs to Scott's classroom, and we knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Elliot leaned in closer to the door, and we both heard moaning. We looked at each other in shock - no way could it be this easy.

"Mr Scott, it's Detective Stabler and Detective Benson. Open the door," Elliot commanded, and we waited. There was no answer. The people inside were obviously far too wrapped up in what they were doing to pay attention to the two cops outside the door. "Mr Scott. Open the door."

Still nothing. Elliot looked at me and motioned to three with his fingers, and then kicked the door open. I scurried in to be met with the sight of two naked bodies writhing around on top of a desk. I froze - yeah, I was used to walking in on people having sex, but I didn't think I'd ever get used to the sight of two naked bodies. It just wasn't something that you wanted to watch. Well. It certainly wasn't something that I wanted to watch.

Elliot sighed, shaking his head. "Mr Scott! " He raised his voice, and the two bodies stopped, and the man looked behind him. "Hey there. Remember us?" As he spoke, he cocked his head to one side.

I just managed not to smile. Elliot did this kind of thing all the time. People maybe didn't think that I had a sense of humour, but that was just because I didn't show it too much. But when Elliot made remarks like this, and other sarcastic little comments, it really did make me smile - even if if I did manage to hide it.

"Play times over," Elliot said, chucking the clothes that had been strewn across the floor onto the bed. "Get up and dressed."

"Oh, and Miss? You too," I finished his sentence for him, and he looked round at me and smirked a little. I gave a discreet little smirk back, and he paused, still looking at me for a moment before turning back round.

We turned our backs as the two got dressed, and both of our attentions turned to the female that the guy as with. She looked young, about 14 maybe, and we looked at each other again. I knew exactly what he was thinking : we got him. If this girl really was as young as she looked, he was right. We had the guy. Even if the girl didn't want to press charges, we still could. After all, it was against the law to have sex with under 16s, and it was also against the law to have sex with someone under your care.

At the station, Munch and Fin had closed up their case, so they took Scott. Somehow I just knew they'd manage to get something out of him. They weren't the likeliest of partners, but they worked well together. Even if Munch was completely paranoid and Fin hated picking Munch up every morning. I guessed that secretly they were the best of friends.

That meant that Elliot and I got the girl, and we were supposed to be waiting until the girl's parents got to the station, but she insisted that her parents weren't called, so we just went straight in. We sat down opposite the girl. She was shaking, and tears were running down her cheeks. She looked like she was absolutely terrified.

"Hey sweetie, what's your name?" Elliot asked softly as he sat down opposite the girl.

"Emma," she said quietly.

"Emma, that's a nice name," he smiled at her. God, I loved it when he acted like this with victims and witnesses. It showed the softer, more sensitive side to Elliot Stabler. I'm sure that he wanted everyone to think that he was the tough-guy, the strong one, the one that everyone could rely on, but really, I knew that deep down inside even he didn't believe that. "What about your last name?"

"Collins," she said.

"Okay, Emma, I'm Detective Stabler and this is Detective Benson, but you can call us Elliot and Olivia," he said. "How old are you?"

"15," she replied, hugging her knees, resting her chin on them.

"Alright. Do you realise that what you and Mr Scott were doing today is illegal?" he asked.

I just stood there, watching. With cases like this, we always did something like this. One of us would try to connect with the kids first, and if we couldn't the other normally could. We were kind of like a tag-team in that sense.

"Uhu," Emma nodded. "But I love him."

"Oh, alright," Elliot nodded. "Do you think he loves you?"

"I know he does," she nodded.

Elliot glanced behind him, over his shoulder, at me, sighing. I shook my head slightly. We both knew that that was highly unlikely. Most cases where there was an older man and a younger woman involved, the girl often thought that the man loved her, because he had told her, but it was as easy to say you loved someone as it was to say hello to them.

"Has he told you this, Emma?" I asked quietly, and she nodded. "When?"

"Lots of times," Emma said.

"How long have you been with Mr Scott?" Elliot asked.

"Um...I think 4 months now," she said. "Yeah. It is. 4 months, because he told me first that he knew I had a crush on him way back in October."

"What happened?" I questioned, frowning slightly. So that was how he had gotten her to be with him. I bet that he had told her that he found her attractive too, and that he wanted to be with her, and because she had a crush on him, and because she idolised him, she had gone along with it and they had ended up having sex.

"Well, class had finished, it was last thing. We had just had Art, but I was last in the class because I was tidying up. Mr Scott came over to me and said that he saw how I reacted to him, and that he knew perfectly well that I had a crush on him. I went bright red, but he said it was okay. He said that he had gradually developed feelings for me. He said that he loved my eyes, and my smile. I just sorta looked at him, and then he said that he wanted to be with me. He said that he wanted to take care of me and make me happy. I didn't really believe it was happening, but then suddenly I started kissing him. I didn't know what I was doing - until Mr Scott I had never had a boyfriend. But I just started kissing him, and god, it felt so good. Then we started kissing regularly after school, then a couple of months back I asked him to make love to me. He said that he didn't want to ruin my life, that he didn't want to hurt me, but I begged him to, so he did, and we've met up every Wednesday lunch to have sex ever since then," she said, a smile appearing on her face.

Elliot and I looked at eachother yet again, and then Elliot fixed the girl with one of those trade-mark, deep, intense stares of his. I watched on as the girl looked up at him, and then she said softly, "Mr Scott would never hurt me.He loves me."

"Alright," Elliot nodded, getting up from his seat, nodding to me. "If you just wanna stay here, Emma. Is there anything I can get you?"

The girl shook her head, and we both nodded. Elliot opened the door for me, letting me out first, and then he walked out behind me.

"What do you think?" he asked, and I turned and looked him right in the eye.

"The way she told it, it sure as hell sounded real, but I don't know. There are some pretty intellligent pedophiles out there," I said.

"You're right there," he nodded, sitting down in his seat, stretching, letting out a long sigh.

This was a pretty long chapter for me. Hope it is alright!! Reviews would be nice:-)

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