Loose Ends and New Beginnings
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: See ch1
A/N: Sorry again that this is taking sooo long to update. Now that it's summer, I'm working on updating more frequently. Thanks for sticking with me everyone!
Suspects
Olivia set to work on paper work she needed to catch up on while Elliot, Munch, and Fin took over one of the interrogation rooms to track down each of Judge Anderson's victims.
"I still say that this is wrong. We should be giving whoever offed this guy a medal, not arresting them." Fin huffed as he read through a file.
"I think we all agree with you, my disgruntled friend, but Cragen's right, we don't get to make the rules. It's out jobs to enforce the law, and murder is breaking it." Munch sighed, reading his own file.
"At least we can finally tell these women that their rapist is off the streets." Elliot noted. "Some of them have been living with this for decades."
"Who do we wanna call in first?" Munch asked, he got up and stood in front of the board of pictures the group had set up to keep organized.
Elliot joined him. "Well." He said, thinking for a moment. "Considering that Corrine, Maggie, Julie, Jen, and Mora live on the west coast; I guess they're moved to the back of the pile." He said, grouping their pictures together on the board.
"Jill and Katie both live down South." Fin interjected, causing Elliot to group them together, and move their pictures near the previous five.
"Stacy, Angela, and… Serena… are deceased." Munch said quietly. "They're out." He took them off the board completely, stopping a moment to look at the picture of Olivia's mother. "Looks just like her." He sighed.
"Let's move on." Elliot said, bringing everyone back to the task at hand. The less he had to be reminded that he was bringing in the person who had killed the man responsible for the death of his wife's mother, the better. (A/N: wow that was a mouthful! LOL)
"What about the other ten women?" He asked.
"Bret, Melanie, and Stephanie are MIA." Munch said, grouping them together. "Jordan, Carolyn, Francis, and Nora are on the East Coast, but not in New York anymore." He said, again, grouping them.
"So that leaves us with Anna, Juliana, and Samantha still living in the New York area." Elliot noted, grouping them, and putting them in the center of the board. "I say we start with them, and then move out from there."
"And what are we supposed to say to these women? Hi, the man who's been haunting your dreams for the past thirty years or so is dead, oh, and we think you may have had something to do with it?" Fin asked.
"Look, Fin, I understand that you don't like the idea of this, but I don't like it any more. In fact, I bet I like it less than you, being that this case is killing my wife. But there's nothing we can really do about it, so in the future, can you keep your comments to yourself?" Elliot snapped. "I'll call the first three." He said after composing himself. He grabbed their files, and huffed out of the room.
Olivia stood, concealed by the two way mirror, as Elliot sat in one of the interrogation rooms with Anna Williams, raped by Judge Anderson fifteen years ago. Cragen and Casey stood at her side, watching the interrogation with one eye, and watching her with the other.
"Thanks for coming down here Anna." Elliot said in a friendly tone, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. "I'm afraid that it's not great, but my colleague Detective Munch didn't make it today, so it's not toxic." He said with a smile, eliciting a small chuckle from the woman.
Olivia couldn't get over how much she resembled her mother. She had short blonde hair, and kind eyes, that reminded her all too well of the broken hope her mother's eyes held.
Anna Williams was a little older than Olivia, but looked ages older. Olivia could tell that she was uneasy, not sure why she has been called in.
Elliot took a seat across from Anna. "You're probably wondering why we called you here." Elliot said, not wanting to conduct this interview.
Anna took a sip of her coffee and simply nodded her head.
"You were raped 15 years ago." Elliot began. Abba immediately began getting teary. Her face fell.
"Did you get him?" She asked her voice void of any emotion.
Elliot slid a photo array across the table to the woman. "Do you see him in that array?" He asked. He needed to know if she could identify her attacker.
"It's been so long." She breathed, taking the array, but not being able to force herself to look at it. "What if I don't pick the right man?"
"Mrs. Williams, if you could just try." Elliot persuaded her.
Anna took a deep breath, and peered down at the photo array. "It's been so long." She said again. "All these men look so much alike." She breathed, pausing a moment, before her breath hitched in her throat.
"Do you see him?" Elliot asked.
"I could never forget those eyes. Those cold eyes." She simply said. She slid the array back to Elliot, and held her finger on the photo of the judge.
"What's going to happen to him?" She asked.
"When was the last time you saw him?" Elliot asked, avoiding her question for the moment.
"The night he raped me." She said angrily. "Who is he? Where is he? What's going to happen to him?" She demanded. "Did he tell you why he did this to me? What was his reason?" She continued, beginning to lose it.
"I'm afraid that we'll never know that. He's dead Mrs. Williams." Elliot told her, walking around the table to kneel in front of her.
Anna froze for a moment, and just stared at Elliot. "How?" She simply asked.
"He was killed in his apartment." Elliot told her gently.
Anna once again froze when the realization of what was going on hit her. "You, you think I had something to do with it, don't you?" She asked, in disbelief.
"Mrs. Williams, we…" Elliot began.
"I didn't kill the son of a bitch." She said simply. "I wish that I had, but I had no idea who he was. He took away a part of my life that I'll never get back Detective, but I didn't kill him." She said sharply. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Williams, but, do you have an alibi for Tuesday night?" Elliot forced himself to ask
"You still think I did this?" Anna asked, clearly angered.
"It's procedure Mrs. Williams." Elliot explained.
"I was out to dinner with my husband. You can check with the restaurant. Call the sitter, we were home at midnight and then gave her a ride home." Anna spat. "Is that all, or would you like a DNA sample and fingerprints?" She demanded.
"No that won't be necessary." Elliot said apologetically. "I can have a uniformed officer escort you home."
"It's fine. I can get myself home." Anna huffed. "My son will be home in an hour, I don't want him to see me with a cop." She pushed her chair back in disgust, and stormed out of the precinct.
"That went well." Casey sighed as Anna stormed past her and Cragen. Elliot stood in the door of the interrogation room, squeezing the bridge of his nose due to the immense amount of stress he was under.
"Check her alibi." Cragen said. "If it checks out, we move on." He said, trying to ignore the fact that he had just watched a victim break down because of his orders.
"Captain, she clearly didn't have anything to do with this. You saw the way she looked at that photo array. She barely recognized him." Olivia argued.
"Liv, you know we have to check it out anyway." Elliot said.
"And how many more times are you going to do this? How many more victims are going to have to break down before you people realize that we're barking up the wrong tree?" She demanded.
"Two more today, and who the hell knows how many tomorrow. No one's making you watch Liv." Elliot snapped and then huffed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Olivia stood there shocked. Elliot never yelled at her like that.
After regaining her composure, she took a deep breath, and traced Elliot's steps out of the room in a huff.
"Like I said, that went well." Casey repeted.
"Just wait, we still have two more women coming in today." Cragen said somberly.
Tbc... Tell me what you think. The next chapter is almost done, it should be up shortly. Thanks for sticking by me even though updates have been so sparse!