Spooked
Chapter 2
A/N- I'm so so sorry it's taken me so long to get to chapter two; I was not expecting the feedback that I received. Hopefully I don't disappoint you all. Also, while obviously this story is EO it will not be easy, "I love you, you love me." EO love. I'm trying to keep the characters as close as possible.
As usual R&R, seriously, it's my motivation! Also feel free to leave me suggestions as to where you'd like to see this story go. If any of you have read my one shot series Breeze, guess what? I'm starting another! Whoop! Give me suggestions you'd like for those as well!
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Benson Residence
They'd fucked twice more and now he was fucked. Royally. Utterly. 100% completely fucked. Watching her sleep, he gently strokes her cheek wishing their time together wasn't about to end. He wonders why he didn't go home after kissing her in the diner but he knows he wanted to fuck her. Now, he had. Now what? He'd told her he loved her. He did, didn't he? Of course he loved her but he was married, his youngest was almost three. Kathy would fall apart if she knew. The rising sun casts a sleepy orange glow around the room.
"Mmm." She moans in her sleep, a tendril of hair falling onto her cheek. The way her hair rests on her cheek, the way the sheet barely covers her perfectly toned ass and the barely there sunlight has him wanting her here and now. He knows he should get up and leave. She'll want to pretend last night hadn't happened and he has a wife to go home to. She is too close to perfection and he knows he'll never again get the opportunity to wake up beside her which causes him regret when she suddenly raises her leg an inch and the sheet slides down a little further exposing the top of her ass. He wonders why she's torturing him, actually, how she can do so without even waking. He groans reaching for his boxers. Coffee. He needs coffee. He'll g to the car, get his phone, call Kathy and then come upstairs for some. He'd even go so far as to make her some of that girly tea from that fancy canister she is always drinking. Quietly, which the volume of his fumbling doesn't matter as she sleeps like a log, he retrieves his garments and slips down the stairs. Sitting in his front seat he looks at his phone. Eight missed calls, four voicemails and five text messages.
"Fuck." He mutters. Kathy is going to bust his balls. Texts first he decides. He shoots a quick glance up at Olivia's window then down at his phone.
"Elliot, I was trying to tell you I love you before you hung up on me." –Sent from Kathy Stabler 1/4/13 at 4:07am
"Hey man, we need you at a crime scene. It's bad. Get here. BarClay Bar & Grill. 111 E 48ST." -Sent from Fin 1/4/13 at 4:29am.
"Where are you? You've been out all night. Your family needs you home." –Sent from Kathy Stabler 1/4/13 at 5:15am. Closing that message thread he rolls his eyes. God she could annoy him.
"Don't forget my soccer cleats are in your car! Plz bring them up to my school. Luv u!" –Sent from Lizzie Stabler 1/4/13 at 6:45am. This one he smiles for. As usual she's running late he muses noting the time.
"I'll have them to you by last bell. Wake up earlier tomorrow. And I love you too honey." Closing his messages he heads towards the stairs then stops to scrub his face as he listens to his voicemail.
"Shit." With one final look at Olivia's window he jumps in his car and heads to the crime scene.
"I'll cover for you Liv." He tells himself.
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BarClay Bar & Grill
111 E 48 ST
"DETECTIVE!" Cringing, Elliot gives the deputy his badge number then heads in the direction his voice was called from.
"Look Captain." Placing his hands in his pockets he looks around not wanting to make eye contact, face red. Thoughts full of Olivia, he tries an apology. Cragen shoots a hand up so quickly Elliot takes a step back to avoid getting hit.
"Shut up."
"But-" The hand fists. The jaw shuts. The desired effect occurs.
"I don't know what the hell you think this is but when I call, you answer. Is this innocent victim not worth your time Stabler?"
"Captain you know that's not the case."
"Where is your partner?" Rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet he sighs.
"Sick." She'll be in as soon as she can." Another lie told with ease. He needed to talk to Father Solomon. Cragen rolls his eyes.
"Get out of my sight detective; I'll deal with you two later. Make yourself useful with Fin; I have a meeting with Chief of D's in an hour." He walks to the crime scene technician and engages in conversation.
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Benson Residence
Afraid to move, Olivia fiends sleep and when no sounds emanate from her she sits up. His clothes are gone, her bed is empty and her sexual needs sated. A night well spent in the land of Olivia Benson. Wrong. Usually she prefers her lovers gone in the morning. No fuss, no awkward conversation, no pretend that I was more than just sex. But last night was Elliot. Her partner, her best friend. He is married and she defiled that. She'd given him her body, welcomed him into her warmth. Growling, she throws the sheet off to grab a shower.
"Fuck me!" She yells looking at the time. "Shower or dress and go." She asks herself. Making the decision to dress quickly, she stops her jeans halfway up her hips.
Benson Residence, circa 1984
"The least you can do is shower you filthy slut!" A glass passes mere inches in front of her.
"Mother please!" Shielding her face, Olivia tries to keep her tears at bay. "I haven't had sex. I swear!" Crumpling to the floor she cries as her body is battered by her mother all because she thought she'd lost her virginity."
"You are a filthy slut." She says quietly, shrugging out of her jeans and going to her shower deciding to be late.
"He married you idiot." She growls stepping into in and grabbing her tube of shower gel. "What happens when his wife finds out? His children?" She roughly washes her breasts. The same breasts Elliot had so gently caressed, had taken into his mouth.
"Oh God." She whimpers, the first few tears escaping her. She loves sex. She knows this, but she didn't think she'd ever feel the same way about it. Sighing, deciding to stop feeling sorry over a situation she undoubtedly brought upon herself she washes her face and steps out and almost onto a piece of her crushed phone. Another thing now. She needed to buy a replacement phone, surely insurance wouldn't cover it.
"I got my brains fucked out and in the process my phone was broken." Rushing, she hurriedly dressed, barely having time to shrug into her leather coat before locking her door.
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BarClay Bar & Grill
"Hey man, I tried to call." Elliot smiles shaking his head.
"It's cool, I allowed myself to get distracted."
"Be careful man, are you trying for number six?" With a light elbow jab he shakes his head, not correcting Fin in his assumption he's talking about his wife.
"I wouldn't mind with her." Looking around he sighs. "Why don't you fill me in?" In the alley lay a young woman of Hispanic decent with thick curl black hair. Her body, riddled with track marks, was barely covered by a tight red halter top, its string cut, exposing the tops of firm breasts. Her thighs bruised by bite marks and boot prints. The skin tight leather skirt a tattered mess exposing a shaven vagina.
"Theory is," Fin begins, flagging down the female technician and motioning her to turn around so he can demonstrate on her. "Knife was held like this." He angles his wrist to show the serrated edge facing downward. "Caught her clear off guard. She never had a chance. Serrated tip so more than likely it took him at least two, three pulls to get a slice this deep. Her jugular is completely gone he hacked for so long, He also either bit, or cut off her tongue. Warner won't know until she does the post." Elliot shakes his head.
"A damn shame. How old is she? 18?" Fin shrugs in an, 'I don't know' manner. "Was she found here?" Tucking his tie between his top and middle buttons he surveys the surrounding. Against the brick wall of the alley, filthy water from the previous days rain washed trash and other unknown items down into the gutter. The chilly autumn wind bit into his ears as he walked a few steps to the backdoor of the restaurant. Fin nods walking to meet him.
"Has this been flagged?" Elliot looks at the door.
"Hey Andy!" Fin points to the bloody handprint on the doorjamb.
"This been flagged yet?" The young technician shakes his head removing his gloves.
"I'm sorry detective we've been working like crazy to process this mess. Blake!" He points to the door.
"Can you process this?" At the slam of a car door they all turn.
"Benson!" Walking quickly, Olivia holds out her phone.
"Look Captain, my phone was broken-" Cragen holds up a finger.
"Ridiculous. You look pretty good to be sick detective; I assume you're feeling better. You three do me a favor and do your damn jobs. I'll be Chief of D's." Face down, ears red Olivia nods giving a quick look at Elliot. Her pulse quicken as she eyes him. When had he left her bed? Why did she mess things up? Locking eyes with him momentarily Olivia slides her gaze to Fin.
"What have I missed?" She tugs her hair into a messy ponytail.
"Our vic here died an unnecessarily gruesome death." Raising an eyebrow she glares at him.
"Since when was murder ever necessary?"
"Smartass." She grins.
"This scene…" She walks towards the dumpsters where the victim's purse was found. She hears him follow her as she puts on a pair of gloves. "Is awful." Leaving Fin she walks to the perimeter of the street then into the alley to survey her surroundings.
"So…" She sighs turning to face him. He looks down at his shoes then up at her. She looks around to get a grasp on her bearings and avoid a conversation, this conversation he's trying to have.
"So… what?" Hands on her hips she glares at him.
"What are we Liv?" He reels back. Shocked he spits out blood. Did she just punch him?
"You son of a bitch. You are married. You are going home to your wife. We are partners. So what are we Elliot? We are colleagues and nothing else." She turns to go when he grabs her slamming his lips down on hers. His chapped lips taking control over her mouth. God he could turn into a visceral animal.
"No." She protests weakly, his fingers working on the button to her jeans. "We can't do this again El."
"I know." He growls ferally cupping her through her jeans. It's not until his cheek scrapes against the brick that he notices the pain in his arm where Olivia twisted it behind his back.
"Elliot, last night was fun and all but it was only one night. At the end of the day you're married and even if you weren't the sex isn't worth one or both of us losing our jobs or friendship over." Straightening, she picks up the victims purse finding a drivers license. Clearing her throat, giving her time to steady herself she decides to focus on the case.
"Our victims name was Danielle Randall, age 32." She looks back toward the body. "She looks 18." Rummaging through the purse she finds an envelope addressed simply to, "MOM."
"Hey El, there's a letter here." She opens the unsealed envelope deciding to ignore his brooding demeanor.
"Elliot grow the hell up. We're both adults here but if you'd like I can run point on this and correspond with Fin." She puts the victims' purse under her arm and starts past him.
"Wait." Looking down at her arm she yanks free of his grasp.
"You're right Liv. Danielle deserves justice. But we do need to talk about this."Upon receiving a scathing glare from her she changes tactics. "Can I see the letter?" Handing the letter over she takes a moment to eye his strong jaw line, the way his large hand briefly covers hers for a moment, his broad shoulders and chest. Damn. The man is pure muscle and all sex. So, with a sigh, she turns away telling herself she is in fact doing the right thing. She opens the purse again to search the remainder of its contents.
"Seems Danielle and her mother had some sort of falling out. Listen to this."
Mom,
I know now the hurt, disappointment and anger that I have caused you and dad. I understand that as a mother all you want in life is the best for you children; reassurance that your hard work and effort in child rearing has yielded good results. You were always there for every dance recital, school play, and parent teacher conference. When Ashley Simmons called me fat in the ninth grade you helped me toilet paper her house. When I came home with a tattoo in the tenth grade you grounded me but later, after you and dad calmed down you asked me about it. Why I chose that spot, the colors, what it meant and if I thought I'd regret it when I was 50. Mom you were never and extremist, every punishment was warranted, every good deed us kids did was recognized. I can't believe I turned my back on my family. On you. I wonder if when you held me for the first time you had any clue that this would be the person I turned out to be. This drug addicted, multiple arrests having person. I didn't think that when I left home at 17 that I would end up selling my body on the street. I'll never forget the swift downfall. Bringing James home to meet you, knowing you wouldn't like him at 16. My first pregnancy scare at 17 and the subsequent was that ensued. I felt like a stranger in my own home. My sister treated me like a pariah and my brothers couldn't look me in the eye. The night I left I reached out to hug dad and he cringed. CRINGED, back from me. I was so angry at you for such a long time, you played the victim, made it all about you. You told me he was evil, not to trust him, begged me to stop being the rebellious teenager I was and stated being smart. After all what business did a 25 year old have with me, a 16 year old girl? But of course at the time I thought it was love and you were stupid for trying to tear us apart. God I was so young and ignorant. But I'm done mom. I know I've said it before in between fixes but I'm really done. I want to come home. Why? Why now? I'm pregnant; and I don't even know who my child's father is. Mom please, we need to talk. I need my mother. Just this one more time, please try.
Love,
Dani
Slack jawed Olivia looks up at Elliot.
"Oh God, El."
"I don't think it's been mailed seeing as it has no postmark. We need to find her mother." Elliot walks back toward Fin.
"We're going to do the notification; I think we have something to deliver." Fin nods.
"See you back at the house."
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926 W 4th St
West Village, NY
Following morning
Getting out of the car, Olivia looks up at the four story picturesque brick home when she hears squeals and splashes emanate from the roof.
"Rooftop terrace with a pool?" Olivia says admiring the house again.
"That's what West Village money will buy Liv." He tells her crossing to her side of the car. Instinctively she takes a step back.
"Elliot." She warns.
"Relax Liv." He tells her with surprising gentleness opening the rear passenger door. He dons a black jacket to put over his soft pink oxford.
"I like that shirt, going for the business casual look?" She asks nodding at his dark blue jeans.
"Just trying to be comfortable while being professional at the same time." He closes the backdoor, adjusts his shirt collar and walks up the front stairs with Olivia silently in tow.
"Ready?" He asks fist poised to knock. She nods.
"I hate notifications." He gently strokes the back of her hand nodding.
"I know I do too." He knocks. She looks down at his hand stroking the back of hers then up at his face. Who is this man? This gentle man who can implore her with just his eyes. Stop it. She tells herself with a mental kick. You and Elliot have always had this connection, he's known you like this from day one and he's always been married. Removing her hand from his they both start at the gentle click of tumblers being undone and the door opening.
"Mrs. Randall?" Elliot shows the middle aged woman his badge. "I'm Detective Elliot Stabler; this is my partner Olivia Benson. May we have a moment of your time?" The woman clutches the gold cross that hangs from a chain on her neck.
"Y-yes. Come in." Moving aside she allows them to enter the grand foyer. Photos of various family members hanging from elegant frames on the walls. She leads them to a formal living room and motions to a couch. Olivia looks around, the elegant home, the petit mother who, even in middle age is beautiful and wonders how the victim could have fallen so far.
"Mrs. Randall." Elliot begins.
"Please, call me Louisa." She says softly taking a seat on the adjacent couch. "Can I get you two anything to drink?" The pair shake their head simultaneously.
"Louisa, we're here about your daughter Danielle."
"Oh." The words escapes as a small puff of air. A smile forming on her lips. "I thought you were coming to tell me about my husband. He's overseas on business. What has she done now? Although it has been a while since the police have come with news regarding Danielle."
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry to tell you this but Danielle was found dead last night." Louisa Randall sits back, completely still, gaze shifting between the two detectives.
"Overdose?"
"No, she was," Olivia falters. "Danielle was murdered. You said it has been a long while since someone brought you news regarding your daughter. Can you tell us the last time you spoke?"
"She was 17. She walked out that door with a man who was almost ten years her senior telling me I'd regret making her choose between the love of her life and her family. I have five children detective and Danielle is the only one who chose that lifestyle." She gets up and points to a family photograph.
"She doesn't know most of her nieces and nephews. She wasn't here when her father suffered a mini stroke. When her sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. None of it." Elliot takes out the envelope.
"I think you should read this." He says gently. "Danielle may have been trying to clean up her life." He hands her the envelope and looks around the room while she reads the letters contents only focusing back on Louisa Randall when she lets out a small sob.
"She was pregnant." She says softly, her lower lip quivering. "Can you tell me who did this?"
"We were hoping you may be able to help us in that respect. Can you tell us the name of the boyfriend she left with? The letter says James. What was his last name?"
"Moyer." She sobs. "The night Danielle brought him into my house I asked a friend of mine at the DA's office to a background check on him. By the time he was 25, he had been arrested four times for crimes ranging from attempted rape to drug passion and intent to sell. My husband, Douglas hit the roof when we heard his crimes but he refused to put his foot down with her. Of course she had no knowledge of his crimes, she had no life experience whatsoever. She was a virgin. She had never even been out of the state, but she was the baby of the house, had him wrapped around her finger. He thought that maybe if we let her date him, eventually she would come to her senses. He'd have a detective friend follow her when she was with James, but she eventually figured that out too. So she became more secretive, then she came to me and told me she was late and thought she was pregnant. That was when she had to go. She'd started to do drugs, we could tell. I had two other children still in the home during that time and they were wondering why she could run wild and it be acceptable. So. I made her choose. If she was going to live that type of lifestyle she had to go. So she went. And that was the last time I talked to her. Doug told me I had to put my foot down, that she'd be gone two weeks tops and to wait and she'd come home." Openly sobbing now she hugs the letter to her heart.
"Every time she'd write home saying she was clean I would get so excited. Id tell her that if she could stay clean for two months she could come home. We'd do all that we could to help her. Of course we wouldn't hear from her again until she either got arrested or clean for the umpteenth time, whichever came first. Finally when she was 22 I had had enough. I couldn't take it anymore so Doug made me cut off all communication with her. Please, I know I sound like a calloused woman but please, find who killed my daughter." She stands up.
"Now if you'll please excuse me I have to call my husband and other children." Nodding, the two detectives get up to leave pausing only when they hear her soft voice say.
"Doug, you have to come home. Our Dani has been murdered."
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Benson Residence
Later that evening
"I hate this fucking case." Olivia says curling her legs up underneath her on the couch as Elliot hands her a beer.
"We're missing something. What the hell are we missing?" Sitting next to her he pulls her feet into his lap and begins massaging the balls of her feet.
"A 32 year old woman who recently finds out she'd pregnant by one of her Johns is brutally raped, her jugular severed and her tongue cut out. Why?" Olivia remains silent for a long moment.
"Can we not talk about the case tonight? I need a breather from the hell that is the Randall case." She shimmy's down a little further to give him more access to her feet. Looking down at her, eyes closed, top three buttons of her blouse undone hair tousled around her face and cant help but do it. He pulls her up and captures her lips not giving her time to react. God he lives for this. He'll never get enough he knows, even though his wife is barely speaking to him, well what else is new there, and they have a case that's rocking them both to their core. Right now he has his fifteen minutes of heaven, his paradise of fortitude and he is not letting it go.
"Liv." He breathes into her mouth, pulling her into his lap. The taste of her lips is a sexy combination of beer and sex. Maybe a little bit of lip balm thrown in for good measure. Her shirt comes off and before either of them can gather the strength to stop themselves he's inside her and she's crying out his name begging him not to stop. He bites the inside of her shoulder not caring how she has to hide the mark but he knows that she's his and no one else's makes him spank her possessively. She cums; hard, violent, and shaking and wraps herself into him putting her fingers to his lips as he tries to say something.
"Tomorrow." She whispers. "We'll handle it tomorrow."
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Whoop! It's done! It only took me a year. I'm already working on chapter three. Don't forget, drop me a line or two! Also, if any of you have read my one shot series Breeze, guess what? I'm coming back with another entitled, 'Life Is But A Breeze." I'm also going to start one for the Castle fandom in case any of you read that too. Thanks so much!