A/N: Hello! I don't normally update two days in a row like this… but for those of you not on Twitter, Warren Light (SVU's showrunner) announced that Calvin will have a "turn" in episode 5 of season 13, and maybe more later. How exciting is that! I'm so pumped. So without further adieu, here is chapter 5. Everything goes it its rightful owners.
Later that night, Olivia was sitting at the table in their living room, checking her emails. Calvin was sitting quietly across from her, finishing his homework. She glanced at him as he pulled down the collar of his shirt some, scratching at a spot. Her eyes zoned in on a nasty looking bruise. "How'd you get that?"
"Get what?"
"That bruise on your chest."
He glanced up at her, "Someone bumped into me at school." He went back to his homework.
"Hmm, okay. Does it hurt?"
"Not really." He put his homework into his backpack by his feet. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Alright." She smiled as he came around behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck quickly before heading to his room.
She knew something was up, and the detective in her wasn't about to just let it go.
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The next morning, everything went normal. Calvin was back to his normal talkative self.
"Hey, mom?" He called out, walking into the kitchen from the hallway.
Olivia was leaning against the counter, finishing a bowl of cereal. "Hmm?"
"Are you picking me up again today?"
"Probably not… Aunt Kathy will probably be picking you up today."
He nodded, "Okay."
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah, I actually needed to ask Dickie something."
"Good." They both grabbed their things they would need for the day. Calvin his backpack, Olivia made sure she had her gun, badge and cell phone before heading out the door.
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After dropping Calvin off at school, Olivia decided against going to the café this morning, instead going straight to the precinct.
She rushed through her paperwork, getting more than normal done.
Elliot noticed this, "Why are you going so fast? Big plans for tonight?"
"If you count ordering take out and helping Calvin with his homework big plans, then yes."
"Seriously, what is it?"
Olivia looked up at her partner, "Calvin's been acting strange. I'm heading over there at lunch, making myself cozy in the café with a pair of binoculars, and seeing what's up."
Elliot laughed, "You're treating Calvin like he's a suspect."
"I want to know what's up. He always eats lunch outside of the school with his friends."
"Mind if I tag along?"
"I'd actual be very grateful if you did."
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At the detectives lunch break, the two detectives made their way into the café and sat down and one of the small tables near the window that face the school. They each ordered one of the café's lunch plates, and a cup of coffee.
Kids started coming out of the school, carrying lunch trays or bags. Olivia looked through the pair of binoculars trying to spot the familiar brown haired boy.
"Olivia."
"You see him?"
"Yeah," Elliot responded. "Three o'clock."
Olivia looked in that direction and sure enough, there he was. He was sitting at a table with two of his friends.
"Looks normal to me," Elliot told her.
"May I ask why you're watching my students?" A joking voice said behind the pair.
Olivia turned; it was the principal, Marcus Wright.
"We're, uh, investigating," Olivia told him with a smile.
Elliot sat there looking between the two.
"Oh, Elliot," Olivia said. "This is Marcus Wright; he's the principal at Calvin's school."
Elliot stood up and shook the man's hand. "Elliot Stabler."
Marcus nodded at him. "Pleasure to meet you." He looked in the direction the detectives were looking at. "Watching Calvin?"
Olivia nodded and returned to her watching.
"Well I hope you find what you're looking for."
She turned and flashed him a smile, "Thank you."
Elliot watched him walk to the cashier before turning to Olivia and raising his eyebrow.
"What?" She asked him.
He shook his head, laughing quietly. He returned to his watching. "Hey, look."
Olivia looked through her binoculars. A group of three kids were approaching Calvin.
"What are they doing?" Olivia asked no one in particular, beginning to frown.
The group stopped behind Calvin and said something to them. Calvin ignored them and continued talking to his friends. The head boy of the group yelled something at Calvin and shoved him. He fell off the table bench.
Olivia made to get up and go rescue Calvin but Elliot grabbed her arm. "What the hell, Elliot?"
"Liv, if you go over there and rescue him it's just going to get worse."
"I can't just sit here and watch."
"You're the one who wanted to find out," He reminded her.
Olivia sat back down and picked back up her binoculars. The group had walked off, and Calvin's friends were helping him up. The warning bell rang and everyone started to filter back inside. She watched Calvin's back disappear into the school; his friends still sending him worried glances.
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When the work day was over, Olivia gave Elliot a ride to his house.
"So," Elliot started. "You and the principal, huh?"
She snorted, "Please. We just met."
"Doesn't matter, he's already crazy for you."
She gave him a look, "I don't believe you, and besides, aren't girls supposed to notice these kinds of things?"
Elliot sighed, "A man learns things he doesn't necessarily want to when he has three daughters."
They pulled up to the Stabler house. Calvin and Dickie were wrestling in the front yard.
"I hope you boys finished your homework," Elliot called out to them, getting out of the car.
"We did, dad." Dickie responded to his father.
Calvin said something, but neither detectives could make it out, Calvin's face was currently pressed into the grass by the older boy.
"Dickie, let him up," Elliot commanded.
Dickie rolled off of Calvin as Elliot and Olivia walked towards the house. Olivia watched Calvin worriedly for a second before following Elliot into the house.
"Hey," Kathy said, greeting them warmly upon seeing the two walk in from the kitchen.
Elliot gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"
"It was good. What about yours?"
Elliot shrugged, "Same."
He reached for a cookie that was sitting on a plate. His wife swatted his hand, "Not until after dinner." She glanced into the living room before turning to Olivia. "Is everything alright with Calvin?"
"Has he been misbehaving?"
"No, no, no." Kathy told her quickly. "Nothing like that, he just…well, today, he asked Dickie if he could teach him how to defend himself. But it wasn't their usual rough housing. He was completely serious."
Olivia sighed, "Calvin's been getting picked on at school. I just found out today…I went snooping," She admitted.
"Kids these days," Kathy muttered. "I don't see how anybody could pick on him, he's so sweet."
The conversation stopped as Dickie and Calvin walked in the room. Calvin walked over to Olivia and shot her a smile.
Olivia put a hand on Calvin's shoulder, "Hey, buddy."
Calvin winced, "Hi."
Olivia removed her hand and shot Elliot a glance. She turned back to Calvin, "You hurt yourself?"
"Yeah…must've just played too hard with Dickie."
"I never touched your shoulders," Dickie pointed out.
Calvin gave him a dirty look.
"Calvin?" Olivia questioned.
"It's nothing."
"Don't tell me it's nothing. I know about those three boys," She told him quietly.
Calvin looked horrified. His glare at Dickie intensified.
Dickie raised his hands in surrender, "I didn't tell!"
Elliot looked sharply at his son, "You knew?"
"Calvin made me swear not to tell! I was going to tell if it got too bad."
"Calvin…" Olivia was unsure about where to start.
"I'm not talking about it." Calvin grabbed his backpack off of the kitchen table and stormed outside.
Olivia sighed, "Guess that's our cue to leave. Thanks for watching him again, Kathy. I'll see you tomorrow, El."
"Good luck."
Olivia walked out the door and spotted Calvin leaning against the car, his head down.
Olivia got into the car without saying anything to him; he would talk when he was ready. Calvin followed suit.
A few minutes passed in silence on the way back to their apartment.
Calvin broke the silence. "Are you mad at me?" He asked quietly.
"No," She answered truthfully. "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me."
"I can't tell you."
Olivia glanced at him, "Why not?"
He gave her a look, "I don't want to."
"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
Calvin nodded, "But not this."
"Calvin-."
"No."
Olivia let the subject drop. She knew he was just as stubborn as she could be. She picked them up a pizza before pulling into the apartment parking lot for the night.