Author's Note- It's been awhile since I've been involved in any writing, let alone a full story, so excuse the time between chapters. I'm a bit of an E/O shipper but don't believe in letting that get in the way of the main story. I think they have one of those attachments where their friendship turned into something else but they can never have each other and it kills them but they go on anyway.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything, it's all NBC. Any likeness to any real life persons is unintentional.
2:20 PM
"Hi Katherine, my name is Olivia," Liv introduced herself to the short teenager who sat nervously across the table from her. The lights were dim, but she was still able to see the girl's pale complexion behind her thick-framed glasses. A short brown bob added to her short stature added to the illusion that the seventeen year old was much younger than she actually was.
"Hi… I don't really know anything about Frank so I won't be any help," she mumbled breathlessly, pushing her bangs from her face, her blue nails chipped.
"That's okay Katherine, I actually have a few questions about an incident you and him had back at the beginning of the school year," she responded quietly setting a copy of the report the school had given her on the desk. Katherine looked forward, her eyes glazed over. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, I just want to help you."
"It was nothing, I was being stupid, it's over," she answered quickly.
"No, I'm sure you weren't being stupid. You seem like a smart girl. How do you know Frank?"
"He's just been in a few of my classes here," she shrugged. "I don't hang out with him or his stupid rich friends outside of school."
"What do you mean his stupid rich friends?"
"You know, Creek kids, Regis kids. The private school kids from the Upper East Side who smoke and snort away mommy and daddy's money. They're all the same. I'm not Jason Raffey who thinks he can fit in with those trust fund brats."
"So you know Jason?"
"Yeah his mom lives in the same apartment building as my family does. We're acquaintances. He started hanging out with Frank as soon as he came to P.R.E.P. and has been a prick since."
"Did he ever do anything to you?"
"No. He's just Frank's bitch. It's Frank that's the nightmare," Katherine sighed, twirling her chunky plastic necklace between her fingers.
"What did he do to you?" Olivia asked sympathetically.
"Like I said it's nothing. It's not like you'd believe me anyway. The school didn't."
"That's not true, I'm here to help you."
Katherine stopped and inhaled deeply, for the first time her eyes met with Olivia's.
"Okay. It started with notes. He used to send them to me in class, mostly about… well my chest," she said matter-of-factly, motioning quickly at her torso, despite her sweater and coat it was obvious she was well endowed for her height. "I didn't take them seriously, I figured it was just some dumb immature guy. After awhile he'd wait until I came out of class, grab my butt, make lewd comments. That's when it started to bother me. Enough was enough when we had to work in a group for a social studies project together. We were working in the library late and as we were leaving, well, he tried to force himself on me. Said I wanted it. I kicked him and ran away before he was able to really do anything but he still groped me and kissed me. I felt so gross; I ran to the park and just started crying. I filed the report the next day."
"That's horrible and not your fault."
"That's not what he said. The next day he started spreading rumors that I was coming onto him, that I was a slut. I stayed out of school for a week," her lip trembled.
"Why did you drop the report then?"
"He said he'd only make it worse if I didn't. My life was a living hell, my grades dropped for the first time since I came here. I was planning on college, the first in my family; I just wanted it all to go away. The school didn't really believe me anyway, it wasn't worth it."
"Oh Katherine, it's always worth it though. Sexual offenders don't stop, they only have power when you let them get away with what they do," Olivia explained, watching the teenager's big brown eyes fill with tears.
"I know, but you don't understand. He always gets away with it. He did before and he did after. I've heard other girls complain about the same things and he always threatens them and gets away with it. I heard he beat up one girl's little brother to keep her quiet."
"God," Olivia shook her head. "This happened more than once?"
"Supposedly. It doesn't matter anymore does it?" her voice cracked. "And to be honest, as horrible as this sounds, I'm glad he's dead. He was scum. I'm glad he's dead."
3:45 PM
"What did the kid say?" Olivia asked as they got into the unmarked black sedan.
"He didn't know where Frank was last night but he gave us names, Shelby Siex, a senior at Cherry Creek Day School and Steven Hickey a senior at Regis Jesuit High School, the boy's Catholic school. Both schools in Yorkville and the kids are from the Upper East Side. He confirmed the mother's story that Frank was with them last night. The thing that seems to be tying all these kids together is a pizza place called Anthony's where they all have worked."
"That's all near where the body was found, Yorkville, the Upper East Side…"
"Yeah but that's a coincidence at best so far. What did you find out from the girls?" Eliot asked making a right hand turn onto the Queensboro Bridge.
"They all had run-ins with Frank but they all dropped their reports and refused to talk. Only one of the girls opened up. She said Frank threatened to make her life a living hell if she didn't. He had these girls scared out of their minds."
"Rape?" Eliot raised an eyebrow above his sunglasses.
"No, attempted though. Mostly varying degrees of sexual assault. He seemed like a real prick," Olivia sighed flipping through the stack of reports she had from the school.
"So he has plenty of enemies with plenty of motives for sexually driven murder. And we have a good list of suspects to start with"
"I suppose. He seems to have the girls scared into submission though."
"Well maybe a friend, a brother, another relative? Let's bring those back to the precinct and have Munch and Fin start going through the girls, getting alibis and seeing relatives have rap sheets. Then we'll go find Shelby and Steven."
"Okay but school's out. Where are we going to find them?"
"We'll pull their addresses in case we need to go to their houses but Jason thinks they're at work, at that pizza place. Hungry Liv?"
"Starving," she grinned.
