Ok, so there are a few things I want to say. First, sorry I've been like MIA. I've been soo busy with school and everything. It's been a very hectic couple of days. But thanks for being patient everyone.
And secondly, I want to dedicate this chapter to my friend Veronique. She's an amazing person, and I love her. There's so much I could say about her, but I won't spend 2 hours writing it all. She's the reason Bentley exists :) YAY VERONIQUE!
Ok, well, I own nothing, except the story line! L&O: SVU and it's characters belong to Dick Wolf. You all know the drill, haha.
Now, on to the story :)
What is said during the interrogations? What does Bentley have to say? Why was Avery at David's house?
"You can't do this! This is police brutality!" Detective Elliot Stabler led Sara, screaming at the top of her lungs, into the precinct. Olivia followed the two in, give a stern look to anyone who dared glance their way. Elliot escorted Sara into one of the interrogation rooms and sat her down. Once Olivia was in the room, she closed the door, as she watch him release her from the handcuffs that kept her hands bound.
"I'll have your badge Detective" Sara said coldy, looking at Elliot. "First you want to kiss me, now you want to get me fired?" "What?" he heard Olivia exclaim from behind him. He turned to see her face change from indifferent, to wide-eyed and shocked, to a cold glare directed toward Sara. Elliot chuckled to himself as he sat down. Olivia, who was more than angry with Sara, shook her head, trying to get the mental image of Sara kissing Elliot out of her head. "She's so drunk, she won't even remember what she did this morning." Olivia added, taking a seat next to her partner, raising her eyebrow and glaring at Sara, almost daring her to try to make a move on Elliot again. Sara looked at Olivia and and gave her a cold glar. "Shut the hell up! You have no right to say that to me." "And you have no right to have you drunk ass beat your sixteen year old daughter" Olivia responded, her voice raising, equally as angered. Elliot watched as she grabbed the table, tightly, turning her knuckles white. He knew it was taking a lot of restraint for her not to unlash her anger out on Sara, and her wondered exactly how long she would be able to last. "I didn't give her anything she didn't deserve" Sara said, leaning into her chair, arms folded across her chest.
Olivia stood up and stared at Sara, her eyes staring to tear up, remembering that this was exactly how her mother reacted. Elliot, seeing his partner's reaction, quickly placed his hand on her shoulder, warning her to calm down. "Miss Taylor" Olivia began, trying to compose herself, "we arrested you for child endangerment, and based on what I found in your apartment, you're looking at quite a bit of time." Sara stared at Olivia and shrugged, unconcerned with what the detective was telling her.
"If you're trying to scare me detecitve, it's not working!" Sara gave Olivia a smug smile, as she looked up at Elliot, who was, quite intently, staring at his partner. "So, Detective" Sara said, as she placed her hand, gently, on top of Elliot's, trying to intertwine their fingers, "is she the real reason you pushed me away?" Both he and Olivia looked at Sara, Olivia slightly disturbed at the thought of her trying to make a move on him, as Elliot yanked his hand out of her reach.
"Where's Avery's father, maybe she can stay with him while you're in jail tonight" Elliot said, stealing a glance of Olivia, as he tried to change the subject. He watched as Sara rolled her eyes, annoyed with his way of ignoring her question, and exhaled, loudly. "Don't know, but if you find that son of a bitch, you tell him that he owes me sixteen years of child support!" Olivia looked at Elliot, observing his reaction, debating if she should continue. He was quiet, for once, and she knew, deep down, that it was because of her.
"How did you know David Ramirez?" Olivia asked, her arms folded across her chest, as she exhaled, angrily. She was tired of playing games, and wanted this to be over with, for the sake of the sixteen year old girl involved in all this trouble. "Who?" Sara asked, playing dumb, looking up at Detective Benson with an angry expression posted on her face. "David Ramirez" Olivia repeated, this time getting more angry, stepping toward Sara. "You filed a complaint on him sixteen years ago. Why? Or were you too drunk to remember that too?" Sara stood up, pushing her chair back, and rushed up to Olivia, becoming so close to her that she could smell the liquor on Sara's breath, reminding her all too much of her painful past. "You have a problem with me Detective?" Sara asked, her face inches away from Olivia's, as their eyes locked. Olivia could feel Elliot staring at the two, waiting, quietly, for a reason to break the two apart. He figured Olivia could handle the interrogation, but what he didn't know, was the fact that she was letting her personal feelings get in the way of the case. Olivia looked Sara straight in the eye, never breaking contact, feeling the need to get the point that she wasn't going to back down, across. "I have a problem with a mother who gets so drunk she can't take care of her own child and-" "Is that what your mother did? You have mommy issues?"
Olivia froze, and Sara watched, content with what she had accomplished. Olivia stayed quiet. Sara had hit a nerve, and she knew it, as she watched the detective slowly break, a smirk on her face. "Yeah, I bet your mother was just like me huh? Always drinking..." Elliot looked at Olivia, who seemed to be in her own world, a painful expression on her face. "Olivia?" he called out, hoping she would hear him and snap out of it. "Did she never have time for you? Now I bet you cried when she wouldn't pay any attention to you, am I right?" Olivia closed her eyes, and clenched her hand into a fist, hoping to regain some composure. "Did mommy neglect little Olivia?" That did it. Olivia snapped, as her eyes flew open and her nostrils flared. She moved to hit Sara, but was quickly caught by Elliot, who, for the second time that week, had stopped her from attacking someone during an interrogation. "Calm down, that's what she wants" he whispered, watching as she took in a few deep breaths, and stopped struggling against him. When he was sure she'd be alright, he let her go, watching as she nodded once, before turning to Sara. "How do you know David Ramirez?" "I don't know" Sara responded, as she brushed the auburn hair out of her eyes, and receeded back to her chair.
Olivia, tired of listening to Sara lie, turned on her heel, before heading out of the room, slamming the door on her way out. Elliot, unsure of what to do, looked at Sara and gave her a warning glance, before following Olivia out into the pit. "Liv? Liv!" he shouted, causing her to turn before she left the room. "What's wrong? I've never seen you like this" he said, when he had finally caught up to her. Olivia stayed quiet, staring intently at her partner, unsure if he would understand, but too angry to care if he didn't. She looked into his eyes, silently pleading with him to let it go, for now. He complied, as he watched her head out of the pit, into the bullpen, and out of sight.
"Thanks for coming with us man, it makes things a lot easier for everyone." Fin led seventeen year old Bentley Cooper into of the precinct's interrogation rooms, the same room that so happened to be across from the room holding Sara Taylor. "Anything to help Avery" he said, as he watched Fin close the door, before taking a seat in one of the chairs. "Take a seat man," FIn said, pointing to a chair, watching as Bentley nervously took a seat in it, and leaned back a little. He noticed the teen start to twirl a ring, that was on his right middle finger, around with his left hand.
"Nothing to be nervous about" Fin said, as the door opened, revealing his partner, Detective Munch. "Sorry," was all he said, as he started twirling the ring again, "it's just my mom's going to be home soon, and I know she doesn't need the added stress." Fin looked at Bentley, confused, as he continued to question. "What do you mean added stress?" Bentley took a deep breath and wiped his face with the back of his hand. "My father...we just found out he died on Monday night." "I'm sorry for your loss" Munch said, taking a seat next to his partner. "Thank-you Detective, but we were never really close." Bentley put his hand down on the table and took a deep breath. "Our condolences go out to Mr. Cooper, but please-" "Mr Cooper? No, I don't have his last name, Cooper is my mother's last name. He and my mother weren't married when I was born, so my mom gave me her name. My father's last name is Ramirez." Munch stared at Bentley, surprised, and thought for a moment.
"Your father's name wouldn't happen to be David?" Bentley looked up, confused, and nodded. "Yeah, David Ramirez. Why?" Munch stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Bentley's question unanswered.
Fin looked at the teen across from him and decided to finish his questioning. "How did Avery know your father?" "I introduced her to him about a month ago. Why? What does Avery have to do with this?" Fin, likewise, ignored him, and continued. "When did you meet Avery?" Bentley thought before he answered. "Last year. I had just moved from Brooklyn. Being the new kid at school, no one ever wants to talk to you." "But Avery did?" Bentley nodded. "She's my best friend." Fin thought about what to ask next, but drew a blank. "Have you noticed any changes in her behavior?"
It was quiet as Bentley thought. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Come to think of it, she was acting a little weird about a couple of weeks ago. I just thought it was-" Bentley stopped and became red. Fin let out a small smile when he noticed the boy blushing. "You sleep with her?" "No!" "What? Pretty boy like you, beautiful girl like that? You two make the perfect couple don't you think?" Bentley shrugged. "I made a move a couple of weeks ago, tried to kiss her, but she flipped out and pushed me into the wall. Figured she didn't want to do anything, so I left her alone."
The two looked up when the door opened once more. "Detective Stabler will ask" Munch told Fin, as he sat next to him, listening, as Fin continued his questions.
"You'll never make it out there! You're nothing!" Olivia jabbed the punching bag, remembering the words her mother said to her so long ago. After her interrogation with Sara, she need to blow off some steam, and she figured the Precinct's gym would be the best place. Olivia thought back to her mother, drinking her life away, causing her to land two hard blows to the bag. Each memory triggered an angry strike, until the bag itself, gave in and broke.
Olivia stood against the lockers, panting, unaware of the blood on her knuckles. Her cell phone was what ultimately pulled her to reality. "Benson" she said into the phone, trying to calm her stil staggered breath. She waited for a minute as she listened to Elliot on the other end. "I'll be right there" she said, hanging up the phone and putting it in her pocket. She grabbed a sweatshirt out of her locker and pulled it on, not caring who saw her. She was in jeans, a tank top, and a grey NYPD sweatshirt. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and her work boots had been replaced with a pair of sneakers.
She quickly walked out of the room and jobbed downstairs to meet Elliot. He knew better than to ask how she felt when she entered the pit, so he quickly got straight to business. "It looks like Avery's been hiding information from us" he said, watching as Olivia fixed her hair. "What do you mean?" she asked, tying her hair up into another ponytail, this one neater, and more presentable. "David Ramirez was her best friend, Bentley Cooper's, father." "She lied about knowing the victim." Elliot nodded as Olivia sighed. She had taken sympathy on Avery, and knowing, now, that she had been lying, changed everything. "Let's see what else she's been lying about." Olivia grabbed the door handle and opened it.
"Avery, sorry to keep you waiting" Olivia said, stepping into the room, Elliot close behind. Right away Avery sensed Olivia's frustration, and felt extremely uncomfortable. "How did you know David Ramirez?" Elliot asked, shutting the door behind him. "I don't know-" "Don't lie to me" he said, raising his voice, "we know he's the father of your best friend. Bentley introduced the two of you a month ago." Elliot stared at Avery, who was looking at the floor, too afraid to let her eyes leave her shoes. "Why were you there Monday night?" "I don't-" "Avery" Olivia began, cutting off the teen, " you've already lied about knowing the victim. Unless you want to get into a lot of trouble, you need to tell us what you were doing there."
She sat in the chair across from Avery and sighed. With everything Avery had been throught, a grilling from her and Elliot was probably not the best, or healthiest, thing for her. The est thing for Avery would be for her to confess everything she knew, and Olivia knew they would need a different approach to the situation if they didn't want her to lose it.
"Avery," Olivia said, in a calmed voice, as she placed her hand on Elliot's, urging him to back down. "Has your mother always been a drunk?" Both Avery and Elliot looked at her, confused. Olivia patted Elliot's hand, silently asking him to trust her. He nodded, slightly, as he sat in the chair next to her. "Detective, I-" "It's ok Avery" she said, reaching out to grab the girl's hand, "just tell me." Avery nodded, and Olivia smiled. Sooner or later Avery was going to trust her enought to tell her everything, and admitting her mother's problem was getting both of them one step closer.
"Does she beat you when she's drunk?" Elliot glanced over at his partner and furrowed his eyebrows, still confused at her tactic. "Detective Benson-" Olivia raised her hand slightly, cutting him off. She looked at Avery who started to tear up, quietly. "It's ok. You can tell me." Olivia used her thumb to rub the back of Avery's hand, causing her to look up at the detective. "Yes" she responded hoarsely, trying to keep from crying. Olivia could tell that asking that question caused meomries to flood back painful memories. She had been there once before, and knew how hard it was. "She gets angry when she drinks, really angry" she said, before clearing her throat. "The bruising-" "Are from her. I'm always the main target when she's drunk. I'm the only one who can't run away when she gets angry." "Why didn't you ever report her?" "I was scared. She's the only family I have. If something were to happen, I wouldn't know what to do." Avery sighed. "One time she hit me so hard, I finally snapped, and hit her back. I nearly broke her arm, and..." "You stayed because you felt guilty" Olivia finished for her, her own eyes becoming teary, remembering when she had snapped and attacked her mother in self defense.
Avery looked up and saw Olivia on the brink of tears. "Olivia?" She reached for her hand, trying to show that she didn't need the detective to feel sorry for her. Elliot, who had stayed quiet during this whole ordeal, exhaled, loudly, and clenched his jaw. He knew his partner was becomig too involved, both physically and emotionally, and this could eventually cost them the case. "Avery," Elliot began, speaking for the first time since Olivia's questions started, "Bentley Cooper. You were sleeping with him weren't you?" Avery looked up, shocked, and shook her head. "No, I would nev-" "He's your bestfriend. He's a handsome boy, you're a pretty girl. You telling me there's nothing going on between you two? Why would he come ad talk to the cops about you?" Olivia looked at Elliot, just as confused at his approach to the situation, as he had been to her earlier one.
"Detective Staber, I-" "You're telling me that a sixteen year old girl with access to a handsome guy such as Bentley, who is willing to do anything for you, doesn't take advantage of that? I have three daughters, I know what I'm-" "You don't understand!" Aver shouted, yanking her hand away from Olivia, leaving her shocked at her outburst. She looked at the detective as she tried to hold back more tears. "I understand completely" Elliot said, louder, causing Avery to glance over at him. "His father found out you two were sleeping together and told him to stay away from you, am I right?" "That's disgusting" Avery said, as she rose from her chair, and walked over to the wall, facing it, leaving her back to the two. "Why Avery? Wasn't so hot when your boyfriend's father found out?" "I would never-" "How do I know you're not lyi-" "Because he's my brother!" she shouted, turning to face Elliot.
Elliot looked at Avery, stunned, and become quiet once again. Olivia, after seeing become silent, got out of her chair and walked toward Avery. She knew how it felt to find out that you had a brother from a father you knew nothing about, after all, she had gone through the same thing with Simon.
"What?" she asked, staring at the teen. Avery sighed, again, before she continued. "I never slept with Bentley, because, I'm his sister. Bentley Cooper and I have the same father." Olivia sat on the edge of the table and looked at Elliot with wide eyes. "Avery, why didn't you tell us this this before?" "It wasn't my place to tell. He had a wife, a family. How were the police going to explain this to them?" "You were thinking of Bentley, trying to protect him?" Elliot said, making it sound more like a statement than a question. Avery only nodded.
Avery pulled one of the chairs back and took a seat, sitting in front of Olivia, who was still sitting on the edge of the table, and in front of Elliot, who was still staring at her. "Bentley transferred to Roosevelt High last year. He was put in my English class, and for our first project, we were paired together. He became my best friend."
She leaned forward, folding her hands on the table, near Olivia's legs, that were hanging off the metal table, and continued. "Last month, he introduced me to his dad, and I kinda figured it out from there." "How did you know?" Elliot asked, now curious. "My mother kept a picture of the two of them, they took it at a club or something, the night I was, well...concieved...When I saw David, I knew it was the same guy."
"So, what's the real reason you were at the victim's apartment?" Avery looked up at Olivia and sighed, before answering. "I wanted to know if he knew about me. My mother told me that he left her when she told him she was pregnant, and I needed to know why. I told him I was his daughter." "What did he do?" Olivia's eyes met Avery's and there was a moment of silence. She knew nothing good had come out of their meeting, after all, this was the reason Avery was sitting in their interrogation room. "He told me" she started, her voice choking up, "that sleeping with my mother, was one of the biggest mistakes of his life, and he never wanted to know about me." She let a few tears slide down her cheek, as she bent her head down, trying to hide the fact that she was actually crying over what her father said to her. Olivia hopped off the table and bent down to Avery's level, wrapping her arms around the teen, as she began to cry on the detective's shoulder. It was silent Olivia tried to comfort the crying girl. She looked up at Elliot, her own eyes teary and silently asked what to do. She never had a family, she had no 'motherly instincts', and she had never become this emotional with any other victim. Elliot smiled, slightly amused with his partner's dilema. He quickly walked to the door, earning a glare from Olivia, as he opened it, and stepped out into the pit, quickly shutting the door behind him.
Elliot made his way into the pit, and stared at the other two interrogation rooms being used. In one held Avery's mother, Sara Taylor, with her lawyer. In the other was Avery's bestfriend, and half-brother, Bentley Cooper, along with Detective Munch and Fin. He reached for the doorknob, allowing him acces to the room with Bentley, but was soon stopped.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Olivia asked, walking up behind Elliot. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and glared at her partner. "Liv" he warned, stepping away from her. "You are too close to the case. You and I both know Cragen has to-" "Elliot, let me do my job! And I swear, if you request I be taken off this one, I'm transferring!" Elliot looked at her, hurt. He could tell that she was serious, and that's what scared him the most. She was so attatched to this cas, to this girl, that she was willing to give up anything and everything for it, including their partnership.
"She lied to us. You don't know what else she's keeping hidden. Just because you can relate-" "She's a victim El! My past has nothing to do with it" she responded, quietly, as if scared to admit it. "I'm not going to let you ose your jobe because you've become too emotionally involved. Liv, you broke down, in the middle of an interrogation." He looked at Olivia, who only avoided his eyes.
Elliot looked into the squad room and noticed the small crowd the two had attracted. "I can't take this" he said, as he opened the door, leaving the pit. Olivia, who was close behind, began to yell, showing him that she wasn't through talking with him. "Elliot, don't you walk away! Why are you pissed at me?" Elliot, not wanting to look at her at the moment, merely responded over his shoulder. "You're too close! Becomin her friend isn't going to win the case." "And yelling at the both of us is?"
By this time, nearly everyone in the room was staring at the two, including Cragen. "Elliot, who are you helping by being an as-" "You know the defense is going to say you were so emotionally attatched, you'd say anything to convict Osborne" he responded as he continued to walk away. "You son of a bitch! You know that's not true!" Elliot turned to face Olivia, shoving his face inches away from hers. "I'm not going to lose this one!" he yelling, shocking both Olivia and everyone else watching. This, however, didn't stop her from continuing her rant. "Yelling at our victim, accusing her Elliot, is not going to win it either." "You can't help her. She's not as screwed up as you!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Elliot regretted it. He knew she would take it the wrong way, and she sure as hell did. Before he could speak, Elliot was struck in the face, punched in the nose by his partner.
Elliot fell back onto his desk, surprised by her blow. His hand covered his nose when he felt warm liquid run down his face.
Olivia Benson had made him bleed. She had made him, Elliot Stabler, bleed.
Before Olivia could apologize, Cragen was in between the two, staring the detective down. "Elliot, I'm-" "In my office, now!" She looked up at Cragen, and nodded, ashamed she had lost control at work, and even more that she had lost it with him. Olivia quickly walked into Cragen's office, Cragen himself not far behind, leaving a shocked Elliot, and a stunned crowd of people.
"Detective," Elliot heard from behind him. He turned and saw one of the officers holding out a box of tissues. Without a word he grabbed a few, wiping his nose, and headed back to the pit. He quickly checked his nose again, before entering the room with Bentley, Fin, and Munch.
"Bentley Cooper. I need to ask you a few questions about Avery Taylor" he said, quickly the door. "What happened to you?" Fin asked, when he noticed the blood on Elliot's shirt. "Nothing" he muttered, hoping they wouldn't ask any questions. But Munch was about the nosiest person anyone could've known, and asked anyway. "You and Benson get in an arguement?" Elliot looked at Munch, angry, and clenched his jaw. "Detective Tutuola, will you and your partner please give me a moment with Mr. Cooper." Fin looked at Elliot and sighed, as he rose from his chair. He knew better than to question Elliot when he was angry, and knowing Olivia had finally snapped, he figured that if they didn't listen to Elliot, he would as well.
John quickly followed his partner out of the room, shutting the door, before Elliot continued. "Mr. Cooper how close would you say you are to Avery Taylor?" Bentley sat up and shrugged. "She's my best friend. I guess you could say we're close." Elliot looked down at the teen and sighed. "She's your sister." Bentley smiled. "Of course, I mean that's how close we are, she is practically my sister." Elliot looked at Bentley and furrowed his eyebrows, feeling a little guilty that he was going to find out he had a sister this way. "You and Avery Tayor have the same father" he said, watching for Bentley's reaction. "What" he asked, shaking his head in denial. "Your father, was her father. Avery is your half-sister." Bentley looked at the detective, tears in his eyes. "No, that can't-" he put his hand over his mouth when he realized what Elliot had just said. "Your father cheated on your mother seventeen years ago. Avery was the result." Bentley stood up and walked toward the wall, his hands on his temple. "I wanted to-" He stopped when the realization of the girl he had been wanting to be with for the past couple of months, was his...sister.
"You didn't know" Elliot asked letting out a sigh, as the case seemed to hit yet another dead end. Bentley shook his head, still too shocked to say anything. It was silent for a moment, as Bentley let the fact that he had a sister, and that his sister was his best friend, sink in. "Come with me" Elliot finally said, relieving some tnsion the silence built. Bentley followed the detective, silently, out of the room, and into the pit. He stayed there as Elliot opened another door and stepped inside.
"Avery." He waited for the teen to look up and nod before continuing. "I have someone who wants to see you." Elliot stepped out of the doorway, allowing Avery to see Bentley. "Bentley?" "Avery!" he said, running into the room, and wrapping his arms around around her, embracing her in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry" Avery whispered, hugging him back, just as tight, as she began to cry on his shoulder. Bentley pulled away from her and shook his head. "I understand" he replied, placing some of her loose hair out of her face and behind her ear. "I'll give you a moment" Elliot said, as he walked out of the room.
He closed the door, walking into the pit, but stopped when he saw someone in the room. She didn't look at him, she just stared at the two teens in the room, through the glass. He watched as she sighed, deeply. Her arms were folded across her chest, as if she was hugging herself, and he could tell she had been crying.
"Olivia," he began, stepping toward her, cautious as to how he should approach. He watched her head turn to him, before she spoke. "I'm so sorry" she said, he eyes glued to the floor. "I lost control, and I took my anger out on you, and-" "I should have never said that" Elliot said, stopping her from continuing her apology. Olivia turned her head back, to watch the teens in the room. "Cragen wants me off the case" she said, quietly, almost in a whisper. "I won't let that happen," he began, stepping up once more, until he was standing right next to her. "She trusts you Liv. You're the only one that can help her now."
Olivia was about to speak when the two were inturrupted. "Hey man, where's Bentley?" Elliot looked at Fin and pointed to the room the two were in, talking. "His mother's here to pick him up." With that Fin went into the room and began talking with Bentley. He followed the detective out of the room, quickly, as he met up with his mother, and drove home.
Elliot looked at his partner, who was staring at Avery sit with her head on the table, through the glass. He knew sh could relate to Avery, in more ways than one, and he know that it was going to kill her even more, when the case was over. "Liv" he said, as he put his hand on her back, rubbing it, trying to comfort her.
The two turned when they heard one of the doors open, allowing Sara Taylor, her attorney, and another uniformed officer, to walk into the pit. When Sara saw the two, she stopped dead in her tracks, glaring at the detectives, before she spoke. "You two! How dare-" She was cut off by another voice. "Detective Benson, I-" Avery stopped when she saw her mother in between a lawyer and a cop, who was gripping her arm, standing only a few feet away from her. "Avery, get back in the room" Olivia commanded, grabbing her arm, and pulling her towards the safety of one of the interrogation rooms. "You!" Sara said, trying to yank her arm away from the officer. "You ruined my life!"
Sara turned, freeing her arm from the officer, and ran up to her daughter. She grabbed the collar of Avery's jacket, yanking her closer. "It's because of you that my life is a mess!" Sara yelled, as Avery tried to break Sara's grip. Olivia quickly rushed to Avery's aid, trying to pull her back, as Elliot broke the two apart. When he pushed Sara away from Avery, Olivia stood in front of her, keeping the teen safe. "Why wasn't she in handcuffs?" Elliot asked the uniformed officer, who only stood, apologetically, shaking his head.
Sara quickly got into Olivia's face, yelling as she struggled to free herself from Elliot's grip. "You bitch!" she directed to the detective, "don't waste your time!" Sara turned her focus to Avery. "You'll never makd it out there" she said, over Olivia's shoulder, to the teen trying to fix her jacket. Olivia pushed Avery farther behind her, as if she was going to use her body as a shield, if needed, and crossed her arms. Hearing Sara tell Avery the same words her own mother once said to her, Olivia became tense.
Elliot, along with the help of the officer, who had finally regained composure, got Sara's hands behind her back, and handcuffed her. "Take her to the tombs" Elliot said, as he lifted her, and handed her to the officer. He pulled Sara out of the pit, toward the tombs, with her attorney, Roger Kressler, close behind.
Elliot looked over at Olivia, who was still in her defensive position in front of Avery. His blue eyes met her own brown orbs, and for a moment, she relaxed her body. She turned to face the teen, but saw no one. "Avery" Olivia called, as she saw her quickly walk out of the pit.
Olivia glanced over at her partner, who only stood, deep in thought, before turning on her heel, and walking out of the pit. She followed Avery out of the bullpen, and out of the building, willing to help in any way she could.
So, what do you think?
What's going to happen to Avery now? What will Olivia say to her? Is Elliot going to keep acting like a total...douche? haha. Your questions will be answered, if you review. So please, review, I will love you forever :)