A/N: Sorry for the wait. Family vaca...no computerno laptop :( Enjoy. Please review!
Olivia stood in the bedroom a week later and buttoned her dark green collared shirt. It was her first day back at work since returning from Los Angeles. She tucked her shirt into her jeans before smoothing out the front over her stomach which was slightly larger. She walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to find Mark putting dishes into the dishwasher into the kitchen.
"Alright babe, I'm out of here," she said peering around the archway. He looked up before closing the door of the dishwasher. "I will call you later."
"Okay," he said as he walked toward her. "Have fun," he added with a smirk before kissing her lightly.
Forty five minutes later Olivia walked into the squad room to find her desk bare and vacant. Nick was seated on top of the desk behind Fin's talking to John about something in the file he was holding. Fin and Elliot were standing by the coffee stand, both with cups in their hand.
"Good morning detective," John said loudly from where he was standing. Olivia laughed as she set her bag on the seat of her chair before walking over to the coffee table.
"Detective James," Fin said handing her a Styrofoam cup, a smirk on his face.
"Thanks," she said with a light smile as she took the coffee pot in her hands and poured coffee into her cup. Elliot smiled lightly before walking over to his desk where his desk phone was ringing loudly.
"So LA cops," Fin began leaning against the table, "are they as high maintenance as T.V. makes them?"
"I walked in on my first day in a black shirt and dark jeans, and they immediately knew that I was from New York," Olivia said before taking a sip of her coffee. Fin laughed before walking toward his desk.
"Not to be Johnny Raincloud here," Elliot said after hanging up his phone, "but we got a body in an alley off of Grand. Olivia glanced down at the ground before walking toward her desk and setting her cup on the surface. "Welcome back," he said looking up at her with a smirk. She laughed lightly before following Elliot out of the squad room.
Elliot and Olivia ducked under the crime scene tape wrapped around the parking meters along the street. "Special Victims?" a uniform officer asked walking up to them.
"Olivia James," she said holding up her badge, "and Elliot Stabler, my partner," she added as she motioned to Elliot.
'Victim's name is Matthew Brooks, 27, lives in Queens. ID found in his wallet along with cash and credit cards," the officer said. "ME is on scene examining the body now." Elliot
and Olivia nodded as they walked toward the alley, which was swarming with CSU technicians and uniformed officers. The caution tape was lined with onlookers and camera crews.
"What's all the hype about?" Elliot asked looking around at the camera crews.
"I don't know," Olivia said as they walked into the alley, "but whatever it is, it's personal if they passed up the cash and major credit cards."
"How many times are you two going to split up and then get back together?" Warner said as they walked toward the body that was covered with a white sheet. Elliot and Olivia laughed lightly. "Welcome back, Liv."
"What do we got?" Elliot asked as he squatted down next to Warner.
Two hours later Elliot and Olivia walked into the squad room to find Cragen talking to Nick, Fin and John by their desks. "One Police Plaza is swarming with cameras and reporters. They want this closed yesterday," Cragen said as Elliot and Olivia walked to their desks.
"The media was at the scene before we were. What's going on?" Elliot asked.
"Your victim, Matthew Brooks, is the son of Queens District Attorney Phillip Brooks," John said. Elliot and Olivia looked at each other, both with rather surprised looks on their faces.
"We have to get moving on this before the cameras start knocking on my door," Cragen told them.
"Victim's name is Matthew Brooks, 27. ETD is between midnight and two this morning," Olivia reported. "Bruises and cuts covered his body and Warner believes all were inflicted before he died."
"His obvious head wound," Elliot added passing around a picture from the crime scene, "is what killed him. Blood was found on the brick wall above where his body was found, and fluids were also present."
"We thinking rough sex gone bad?" John asked.
Two hours later, Elliot and Olivia returned from talking with Matthew's father, as well as his boss at the advertising agency where he worked. They sat at their desks and looked through Matthew's phone records and bank statements trying to find anything that could give them a lead to a motive or suspect. Olivia's desk phone rang catching the attention of both detectives. "Detective James, Special Victims Unit," she said into the receiver. While Olivia was on the phone Cragen came out of his office and over to Elliot.
"Do I have anything to tell One Police Plaza with some definition?" he asked.
"Well I would really like to tell Phillip Brooks why his son is dead. Warner's reports should be in by the end of the day but Liv and I just started with his phone records and bank statements, but nothing suspicious yet," Elliot explained.
"Nick and Fin are in Interview looking through case files from the past ten years," Cragen said.
"That was Warner," Olivia interjected as she placed the phone back on its receiever. "She found fluids on Brooks' body."
"Anyone match in the system?" Elliot asked. "Plenty of women are in Bedford Hills because of someone in his father's office."
"Maybe someone wanted revenge?" Cragen suggested.
"Well if that is the case, then we're not going to be looking in Bedford Hills," Olivia began. "The DNA on the body is from a man." Both Elliot and Cragen glanced at each other before looking back to Olivia.
Two days later Elliot and Olivia walked up the stairs to Lucas Taylor's apartment building. Through looking at Matthew Brooks' phone records, they found that he had made a number of calls during the day for the past month to Taylor. They walked down the hallway and knocked on the door to his apartment. After a few moments the door clicked open and Lucas Taylor stood in the doorway.
"Are you Lucas Taylor?" Elliot asked as he held up his badge.
"This is about Matthew," he said plainly. Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other before following Taylor further into his apartment. "How did you find me?"
"We looked at Matthew's phone records. He made over four calls to you every day between the hours of nine and six," Olivia said.
"You two were an item?" Elliot asked. Taylor nodded before falling onto the couch.
"We did everything to try and keep it a secret from our friends and family, especially his father," he replied.
"Because of his title?" Olivia asked.
"His beliefs. Right before Matt graduated from college, he tried to tell his father that he was gay. But he got nervous and just played the whole 'my friend is gay but hasn't told his parents' routine. His dad told him that he should feel bad for his friend because he didn't have normal, natural feelings for women." Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other before looking back at Lucas. "Do you have any leads?"
"Lucas, were you with Matthew the night he died?" Olivia asked sympathetically.
"He came over after work. We had dinner. He left around ten," Lucas said plainly.
"Did you two have sex?" Olivia asked. Lucas looked around the room before standing up and walking around the detectives.
"What you think just because we're gay, all we do is fuck each other because women aren't appealing to us?" he said angrily.
"Not at all, Lucas listen to me. We found DNA on Matt's body which our medical examiner tested to be a man's, now we have to exclude you as a suspect so the defense doesn't make the claim that you killed him," Olivia explained. Lucas looked down at the floor as silence filled the air. "Were you and Matt intimate the night that he died?" Lucas nodded lightly as he looked up to Elliot and Olivia.
Elliot and Olivia walked into the CSU tech area later that afternoon. "What was so urgent that you couldn't tell us over the phone?" Elliot asked as he walked toward O'Halleron who was standing in front of a large computer screen.
"We lifted prints from the area around where the body was found," he began and compared them to those found when we dusted Matthew Brooks' apartment in the event that he was kidnapped or attacked there."
"And?" Elliot asked raising his brow.
"We got a match to Phillip Brooks, who was printed along with Matthew's mother and older brother. His prints were found at his son's apartment and in the alley." Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other, both with the same reaction on their faces.
"So Phillip finds out that his son is gay, and follows him from Lucas's apartment just to be sure," Olivia began after they were back in the squad room. She and Elliot leaned against their desks as Cragen, John, Fin and Nick surrounded them. "Approaches him near the alley, they get into it and kills him out of rage."
Elliot and Olivia walked up the pathway to the large house of Phillip Brooks. Elliot rang the doorbell before stepping back on the large porch before the door opened slowly revealing Matthew's older brother. "You must be the cops," he said plainly. Elliot and Olivia both nodded.
"May we come in?" Elliot asked. "It's very important that we speak to your father."
"My father has told you everything he knows. You should be out trying to find the son of the bitch who killed my brother, than bothering us," he said angrily before shutting the door loudly. Elliot and Olivia looked at each other before turning around and walking off of the proch.
"We don't have enough or a search warrant or to arrest him," Elliot said as they walked down the stairs. Olivia sighed as they walked along the pathway towards the car. She stopped when she noticed the garbage cans in the front of the house, on the curb near the street. "What?" Elliot asked, confused.
"We don't need a search warrant for garbage right?" she asked walking across the grass towards the cans.
"Genius," he said following her. She opened the lid to one of the garbage cans as Elliot slid gloves onto his hands. He fished through some of the white plastic bags before ripping one open. Olivia watched as he pulled out a blue shirt with blood spatters and spots covering it.
Elliot and Olivia walked into the interrogation room where Phillip Brooks was seated at the table in the center of the room.
"I didn't kill my son," he said quickly.
"Mr. Brooks you understand that you have a right to have your lawyer present," Olivia remind him as she leaned against the two way mirror.
"I don't need an attorney, I am one, and besides I didn't do this," he argued.
"Your prints were found in the alley where your son's body was found, and bloody clothes in your garbage. Not to mention that your son's boyfriend told us that you think homosexuals aren't normal or natural," Olivia said.
"He had to sneak around just because his own father hated the fact that he was gay," Elliot said.
"What I can't understand," Olivia began as she walked to the table, "is how you can kill your own son just because he's gay." She stood in front of the table as Phillip looked down at his hands folded in front of him.
"Do you have children detective?" Phillip asked calmly, looking up at Olivia. Olivia glanced to Elliot before back to Brooks.
"I'm expecting a child in six months," she replied.
"I can promise you that as a parent, especially a mother, you will do anything to protect your child," he said softly and almost sympathetically. Olivia raised her brow, confused by Phillip's statement.
"How is killing your gay son a form of protection because if it is, you have to be the worst parent I have ever seen," she said folding her arms.
"No, you don't get it!" Brooks exclaimed standing up and walking over to the two way mirror. Silence filled the room as Brooks leaned forward, him arms against the ledge. "I wasn't protecting Matthew."
"Who were you protecting?" Elliot asked stepping forward. Phillip turned around to face the detectives slowly.
"Andrew," he said as his eyes began to water lightly. Elliot's eyes widened as he looked over to Olivia, who looked just as surprised as he was. A knock sounded on the door, and Elliot and Olivia slowly walked out of the interrogation room to find Cragen and John standing on the other side of the glass.
"Did I just hear that right?" Cragen asked.
"It's plausible," Olivia said shrugging.
"Both men approach Matthew near the alley on his way back from Lucas Taylor's apartment. Things get out of hand and Andrew bashes Matt's head against the wall until he loses consciousness," Elliot suggested.
"But Daddy's prints are at the scene. Not Andrews," John said.
"It's possible to stab someone and bash their head in without touching anything," Olivia replied. "Especially if you are concentrating on killing someone."
"Phillip's prints were found on the ground near Matthew's body, maybe from him getting down to check his son's pulse," Elliot suggested.
Elliot and Olivia walked up the pathway to the Brooks house an hour later, but slowed their pace when they noticed Andrew Brooks walking up the long driveway toward them.
"Andrew!" Elliot shouted, but before he could get another Andrew turned quickly and sprinted down the driveway. Immediately Elliot and Olivia started after him, Olivia a couple of strides in front of Elliot. She turned the corner of the house quickly but tried to stop as quickly as she could after Andrew jumped from the back wall of the house, a knife jabbed in Olivia's direction. She bended backwards quickly to avoid the slash as she brought her arms inches from her face in protection. Elliot turned the corner quickly, sliding on loose gravel in his attempt to stop and retrieve his gun at the same time. Suddenly Olivia felt a sharp pain in her forearm as blood immediately rolled down her arm and onto the cement below her.
"Liv," Elliot exclaimed getting up quickly as Andrew took off again toward the opposite end of the house. "Liv."
"Get Brooks El, go!" she shouted before he could reach her. She squeezed her arm tightly, trying to stop the massive amount of bleed as she got to her feet and jogged after Elliot who was already around the corner of the house and out of sight. The sound of sirens filled the air as Olivia walked up the gravel path among the fresh cut grass toward the front of the house. She turned the corner to find six uniformed officers huddled around Elliot and Andrew who was tight in Elliot's grasp.
Olivia walked into the squad room later that night around 6:30 pm. She was returning from the hospital where her cut was tended to and bandaged with guaze and medical tape. Elliot was seat at his desk typing up his report on his computer. The room was silent as John, Fin and Nick had gone home for the night and the only voices where from the few other detectives left.
"Indicted?" Olivia asked as she reached her desk. Elliot looked up slowly as if he didn't hear her walk up.
"Yep," Elliot said plainly before standing up and gathering the papers strewn across his desk into a pile. Olivia raised her brow, surprised by Elliot's attitude and tone. He slid the papers into a manila folder before taking it in his hands and turning toward the captain's office.
"Are you okay?" Olivia asked loudly causing him to slow his pace, but continue to face Cragen's office. After a long pause he turned around to look at her.
"You see that bandage on your arm?" he asked walking toward her slowly.
"What about it?" she asked confused.
"That's not okay with me," he said stopping behind his chair.
"Elliot this isn't the first time you or I have gotten injured on the job."
"True, but it is the first time you've been pregnant on the job," he said plainly. Olivia felt her stomach lurch as her eyes widened in shock at what Elliot had said. Silence filled the air before Elliot turned quickly and walked toward Cragen's office.