A/N- Thank you for tuning in to this story. It popped into my head and became a must do. I was happy with the finale for both SVU and OC. I can't wait to see what is instore for next season. This is just a particular take I really this is more on the darker side. It may not be for some.

Richard Wheatley sat on the edge of his bed in his jail cell. The Unit had just gotten back from rec time. Rec time involved 50 men in a sweat smelling closed area with lines on the ground in some resemblance to lanes of a track. Gated windows lined the walls. They were in a cage, like a bunch of animals.

Due to the pandemic they all were instructed by the guards to "distance themselves". He limped around, still healing from the numerous injuries from the assassination attempt. This was impossible. For most of the hour everyone just stood leaned up against the walls, almost like one of those middle school dances. He was surrounded by morons.

This place was testing his patience. Everything was going according to plan. He should be looking at his bank rising by the millions, not in this shithole eating slop off plastic trays. He should be getting his early morning routine cock sucking from his wife but now he only relied on his right hand.

There was one person to blame for all of this.

Detective Elliot Stabler.

God if he knew blowing up Stabler's wife was going to result in this, he would have passed. He didn't predict this large of a hiccup because of some officer's dead wife. Elliot Stabler had proven to be an interesting adversary.

It was the perfect plan to use Elliot Stabler as the fall man of Rafiq's murder. Angela would then believe him, then like a game of chess, take out Elliot's queen. It was a cake walk. Killing two nuisances with one stone.

At first, he enjoyed toying with the grieving widower. Seeing him relive her death over and over was amusing. Richard liked to see people squirm.

He assumed that the PTSD induced cop would just crumple and burn, maybe even swallow his gun. He didn't expect that Elliot would catch on so fast. Richard kept getting surprises, he didn't like those. Detective Stabler was adamant on ruining his plans. It was enjoyable in the beginning to be many steps ahead. Slowly that band of Organized Crime dingbats were closing the gap, with Elliot as the great crusader. It was having an obnoxious bug that needed to be squashed.

Using his ex-wife against him was the last straw. He had a man-to-man conversation specifically about staying away from her. Angela may be his ex, but she still is his.

Richard was repulsed at the way Angela practically made puppy dog eyes at Elliot.

Like a bitch in heat.

For her then to turn around and betray not only him but her own children as well. The disloyalty to her family. His former spouse was a traitor, weak. Just like her first-born son. He'd already had cleaned up some of the vile scum in the bloodline already starting with his father. He'd take care of it.

Richard carefully fiddled with the loose brick in the wall that was conveniently hidden by the sink in his cubicle. Behind the makeshift vault he made for himself held the cellphone. He was glad to have made enough connections through the years that brough him this gift. He put in the four number code.

2264

B-A-N-G

The phone unlocked. His finger went to the home screen apps of files. He pressed on the folder with the six-letter word. He had the files uploaded into the phone this afternoon. Just because they have him locked up doesn't mean he can't be in control. He is everywhere. He could be anywhere.

Now it was his chance to fuck with his rival. Elliot will learn what true suffering is about, now knows his enemy's weakness.

He clicked on one of the files. An image pulled up of the brunette he had recently met. The angle seemed to be taken from the user themself. Richard's grin widened.

Soon. Very soon.

Dun Dun Duuunnn. I can't wait to show you all what I got brewing.