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(no subject) [Nov. 20th, 2006|10:17 pm]
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Warped Part 3/? [Jun. 20th, 2006|04:01 pm]
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hellsthunder
Law and Order SVU

Warped

Part 3 of ?

5:22 PM

"Benson!" Cragen's voice shot through her pounding head like a bullet and she immediately responded.

"Yes, Captain?"

"Where the hell is Stabler?"

"I--I--I don't know, Sir. We separated earlier and were supposed to meet but we somehow missed each other."

"Well find him. We have work to do."

"I called his house several times and finally spoke to Laurel. She hasn't seen or heard from him since he left the house this morning. I can't get through to him on his cell phone either. He must be in a bad area."

Olivia didn't want to worry Cragen or Laurel, but she had begun to worry a little, herself.

Laurel and Elliot had only been together six months or so and had formed such a strong relationship, he had asked her to move in after the first month. Maybe it was love. Or maybe it was all the lonely nights he had spent since his wife had left him and took the kids. Now it felt as if he had a second chance. At what, he didn't know. At love? Or at heartache? One way or another he would find out.

Cragen went back into his office and closed the door. Olivia dialed again, hoping against hope to hear Elliot's voice answer his phone. No such luck.



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Munch and Fin had been sent out to investigate those who Stabler and Benson had abandoned and after a 30 minute chat with Ms. Cole and Ms. Blaylock, they decided to check out the Silver Dollar Bar.

When they arrived, they spoke to Karen Ramsey, the night manager. She admitted she was working on the night in question but she didn't recall Ms. Scarborough and her two friends.

"The owner might remember them though. He went out for a bite to eat. He should be back soon."

"Great. We'll pay him a visit at a later time. What is his name?" Fin asked, jotting down the information on a little note pad.

"Jonathan King. He's the new owner. Just moved here from Quebec. Strange fruit if you ask me...but then again...I just work here. All I want to do is get paid and go home. I don't go judging who I work for."

Fin eyed the name on the piece of paper as if the name rang a bell and flipped over to the opposite page and looked at Munch who, as if reading his mind, spoke up.

"Ms. Ramsey, do you remember what time Mr. King left last night?"

"Yeah. He usually closes with us girls, but last night he insisted he had to get home...ummm...it was around midnight. I thought it was kinda strange since he doesn't have a family or anything and he hardly ever dates, but like I said...I don't judge who I work for."

"Does he buy drinks for alot of his patrons?"

"Mostly the women. Pretty women. He flirts alot. But he's a real player and most women read right through him from the get go."

"So he never goes home with any of them?"

"Every now and then. If one gets especially drunk. He always uses the excuse, 'I want to make sure she gets home alright, ' but we all know..."

"You all know...what?" Munch eyed her.

"We all know what he wants. He's a manwhore. Well, not like a prostitute...just more like a dog. He sleeps with women and never calls. You know the type."

"Well, not personally...but yeah, I know what you mean."

"Alright Ms. Ramsey, thanks for all your help. I think we have all the information we need for now. If you happen to remember anything else, give me a call." Munch said, reaching in his breast pocket and handing her his card.

"Oh, hey! How's your friend?" Ms. Ramsey asked as the detectives turned to leave.

"Our friend?" Fin asked curiously.

"Yeah. The hot officer who was here earlier. He and John spoke over coffee but he had to cut it short because he said he wasn't feeling well."



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6:51 PM

Munch was the first through the station door, closely followed by Fin.

"Well? You find out anything?" Cragen asked.

"Yeah!" Munch said. "Our Bishop's a King."

"What does that mean?" Olivia questioned him.

"It means he moved to Canada and changed his name." Fin explained.

"Where's Elliot?" Munch asked, almost impatiently, "I need to know what he found out."

"He's not back yet." Olivia said, a look of deep concern pouring across her face. "I haven't been able to reach him on his phone for hours."

"When's the last time you heard from him?"

"Around noon. He asked me to meet him at the Silver Dollar Bar. He said it was important, but when I got there he was gone. Why?"

Munch didn't answer as he bounded toward Cragen's office with Benson on his heels.

"Tell me why, John!"

"Because we have reason to believe Elliot is in trouble."
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Warped Part 2/? [Jun. 19th, 2006|09:43 pm]
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hellsthunder
Law and Order SVU

Warped

Part 2 of ?

Olivia Benson returned to the office a little before lunchtime and with a pounding headache. She opened her locker and took out a bottle of Tylenol and poured several into her hand, shoved the half empty bottle back inside her purse and slammed the locker door.

"Doesn't anyone believe in peace and quiet around here?" Fin snarled around a mouthful of falafel. "Where's your other half?"

"He wanted to check out the bartender and one of the friends."

"So how'd it go with the vic?" Fin asked.

"She had a pretty good memory for someone who was drugged."

"Allegedly drugged."

"Yeah well, we're waiting for the results of the rape kit and fingerprints. There is something that just doesn't click with me and I don't know what. Hopefully Elliot will come up with something. How's the door to door going?"

Munch chimed in. "Ha! We got two neighbors who didn't even know her name until today and a woman who claimed to have had a two year affair with her husband if that tells you anything."

Olivia rolled her eyes and dry swallowed the pills.

"Tell me something good." Cragen demanded, stepping out of his office. He pushed Fin's feet off his desk. "This isn't your mother's house. Have some manners."

"Nothing yet Captain." Munch replied.

Cragen looked to Olivia with hopeful eyes. She shook her head.

"C'mon! What the hell are you guys doing? Standing around with your thumbs up your asses?"

Munch winked at Fin over the top of his glasses. "The most fun I've had all day!"

Olivia picked up her phone and dialed Elliot's cell phone. He answered after the third ring.

"Stabler."

"Anything yet?"

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"Meet at the Silver Dollar Bar at the corner of 8th and 23rd in fifteen minutes."

Olivia hung up the phone and headed to the door.

"What's up?" Munch called after her.

"You'll know when I know." She called back over her shoulder.



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12:18pm
Silver Dollar Bar
8th and 23rd


The Silver Dollar Bar was a trendy club with a hole-in-the-wall name, the kind of place Olivia might haunt if she had the urge to throw back a couple.

She was only five minute late, but she knew how Elliot was about being on time. She scanned the room and didn't see him.

It was noon and so many people drinking their lunch. Where the hell was Elliot? She dialed his number again.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three.

"The cellular customer you are trying to reach is not available..."

"Damit Stabler!" Olivia slammed her cell phone on the bar.

"Get you something?" A chesty woman behind the bar asked.

"No. Thanks." Olivia said without a backwards glance. If Elliot had already questioned her, she didn't want to interfere.



Olivia's cell phone rang.

Cragen began to speak before Olivia could say anything. "Olivia! I need you back at the office ASAP!"

"Ummm ok. What's going on?''

"Your test results...that's what's going on. Get here now."



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1:00

Twenty minutes after she hung up the phone with Cragen, Olivia was walking in the office door.

"Where's Cragen?"

"Looks like we're in for a long day." Munch replied. "But since you asked...he's in his office."

Olivia didn't even knock. "You wanted to see me, Captain?"

"Yeah. We have a problem."

"What kind of a problem?"

"The test results proved that Elizabeth Scarborough was raped...or at least had sex and the fingerprints are a perfect match with those from John Bishop."

"Great, we have our perp!"

"Not exactly. The blood DNA on the towels, tire tool and Ms. Scarborough's clothes...belong to someone else.
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Warped Part 1/? [Jun. 19th, 2006|05:11 pm]
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hellsthunder
Law and Order SVU

Warped
Part 1 of?

Synopsis: When an SVU detective dissappers, the department must unravel a small string of broken clues to find him before its too late.

Rating: R

Warnings: Sexual references, violence and possible death. Some racial and /or religious slurs might be used for reality purposes only. Please do not be offended by these. These stories have no bearing on the author's racial, political or religious beliefs or feelings and should not be taken seriously. If you are easily offended by vulgarity, racial tension, religious references, political issues, rape, violence, murder, crime, sexual assault, battery, or related subject matter, please refrain from reading the following story.

The author of this story claims no rights to Law and Order or any of its affiliates. The author also claims no affiliation with any character actor, director, writer, producer or any other person involved with Law and Order. This story is strictly meant for entertainment purposes. The author shall not be responsible for any misconstrued ideas resulting from reading this story.
Any alterred names or personalities of the show's characters are at the author's own discretion and not to pervert any other writer's discription of these characters.
Reviews of this story are desired but not required. Flaming will not be answered and will be deleted by site moderator.

Warped
Part 1of?

John Munch leaned against his desk reading the New York Times, occassionally he smirked and commented under his breath about some unexplained article and his partner Odefin 'Fin' Tutuola glared at him from across the office.

"Has it occured to you that your not the only one here?" Fin asked snidely as he fingered through the pages of a cold case tossed on his desk just moments earlier.

"Hangover?" Munch replied, not looking up from his paper.

"What the hell is this?" Fin pointed the file at Munch who shrugged and took a sip of his white tea.

"Looks like unfinished work to me." he grumbled as he circled his desk and sat down. "I finish all mine, so I wouldn't know."

Fin eyed him briefly, but before he could respond Donald Cragen stepped into the office and slammed a copy of the same file on his own desk.
"Ok, listen up!" He reported, retrieving the attention of everyone in the room. "On your desk is a cold case file. To some of you it might look familiar. The perp's name is John Bishop. He was accussed of drugging his ex-wife's sister, sexually molesting her and beating her to death with a tire iron. Unfortunately the bastard escaped from custody before he could stand trial and has been on the lam every since. Until now.
We just got a call from a local residence where a woman claims she was raped and beaten. When we questioned her about who did it, she could not remember...said she met a couple of friends for drinks, the friends left early...she stayed...she was approached later by a man, she thinks his name was John. She said he asked her to dance then bought her a drink. After that she vaguely recalls him driving her home...she was sick and vomiting and she blacked out. When she awoke, she was on the bathroom floor...naked...and there was blood everywhere. Her blood. She called 911 immediately and gave them the story. "

Elliot Stabler had walked in just moments earlier and had caught the report. "So how do we believe it's our same bang and beat guy?"

"The woman claims her door was left standing open by the perp and when she was able to dress herself, she went out to close the door, but before she could close it, she noticed something on the ground by the bushes outside. A bloody tire iron."

"Sounds like the same m.o. to me," Fin said. "She take the weapon inside?"

"No, she left it alone. Said she was affraid to go out."

"Good." Stabler responded. "Maybe we can pull some prints to compare with b&b #1...if b&b #2's are the same we will have no problem bringing him in for the first crime, even before we can charge him with the second."

"Good...Stabler, I want you and Benson on the case. Talk to the vic, see what you can get out of her, check out the bar where she met this guy. Grill the friends for any info they might have. Fin, Munch..."

"I know," Munch said, finishing his tea. "Door to door."

"You know the drill." Cragen nodded. "Let's put this asshole away!"


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9:43 am
Home of Elizabeth Scarborough


Olivia Benson's heeled boots clomped across the pavement as she crossed the sidewalk and up through the well kept yard of Elizabeth Scarborough, the 31 year old wife of a Navy fighter pilot.
The house was grey brick with maroon trim around the doors and shutters. Your typical ranch-style abode with post modern trim and custom windows. From the outside, it could have been the home of any upper middle class suburban family, but inside, it was the scene of a heinous crime.
When Stabler walked up the path behind her, Olivia eyed him and he nodded. She knocked on the door.

The sound of a deadbolt turning could be heard on the opposite side of the heavy wooden door and through the stained glass that centered it, a woman's shadowed figure was seen. But she was not unlocking the door for the detectives, quite the contrary. She was affraid.

"Elizabeth Scarborough, this is Detective Olivia Benson and with me is my partner, Detective Elliot Stabler. We are here to talk to you about what happened to you this morning." Benson's soft tone was welcoming, and slowly the bolts unfastened and the woman's face shown in the doorway beneath a locked chain.

"Show me your credentials." Mrs. Scarborough said.

Both detectives did as the woman asked and held their badges out so that she could see.

"Ok." The door was unlocked. "Come in." Mrs. Scarborough said quietly and the two detectives crossed the threshold into an immaculate sitting room. The tv screen was aglow but no sound was playing and Elliot noticed that the telephone was off the hook.

"This is where is happened." Elizabeth said, leading them down a long hall to a large bathroom.
There was a long counter with double sinks. Deodorant, purfume, a still packed overnight bag, a recently used towel and lady's lingerie were scattered about. The shower curtain was thrown back, revealing a large, oval shaped bathtub surrounded by candles and several different kinds of scented oils and lotions. But no sign of a man.

"Mrs. Scarborough," Olivia asked curiously, "Where is your husband?"

"We have been separated for almost six months. He had been seeing another woman and I asked him to leave. I assume he is living with her. I haven't heard from him since he left."

Olivia looked down at the floor and noticed traces of red between the tiles. "You mentioned in your report that there was alot of blood. Did you clean up the blood?"

"Yes. there was so much blood, I could hardly believe it was all mine. The sight of it made me sick so I wiped it up with some towels."

She motioned to a pile of towels in a hamper in the corner and Stabler took a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on. "We will need to take these towels with us, Mrs. Scarborough." he said, "There might be evidence of who hurt you on them."

"Tell us about last night." Olivia said, "You mentioned you were at a bar with some friends. Is that correct?"

"Yes. Marcie Cole and Jennifer Blaylock. We got there around ten o' clock and had a few drinks. Around midnight, Marcie said she needed to get home and grade papers...she's a teacher...so Jennifer offered to give her a ride and I said I would see them later."

"And why did you decide to stay?" Olivia asked

"I was just feeling kind of depressed I guess. I thought I would stay and have a couple more drinks and take a cab home. It was still early...to me, anyway."

"Then what happened?"

"Well that's when this guy walked up and asked if I needed some company. I told him no so he went back and sat at the bar. Then he had a drink sent over to me and when I smiled he came back over to my table and asked me to dance. I did. Before the song was over I started feeling really lightheaded...like I was really drunk...only I hadn't had very much to drink. Then I felt like I had to throw up, so I went to the bathroom."

"And did you throw up?"

"Yeah...alot. I was really sick and I knew I needed to go home so he suggested he take me home and by that time I couldn't think straight enough to care so I got into his car. I know I shouldn't have...but I did."

"It's ok, Elizabeth. What do you remember after that?"

"I blacked out, I guess. I went to sleep or something, but when I woke up I was in here on the floor and my clothes were gone. There was so much blood." Elizabeth began to cry. "Oh my God! There was so much blood!"

Stabler excused himself to check out the other rooms while Olivia console the woman. "Where were you bleeding?"

"I have a gash in my head. Maybe that's why I blacked out. Maybe that's why I don't remember anything."

"Ok, Elizabeth, I need you to relax for a minute and think for me." Olivia said softly. "Do you think you were raped?"

"Yessss." Olivia cried out. "I think he did. I think the son-of-a-bitch raped me."

"Elizabeth, we're going to need to to come with us down town to do a rape kit. It's just a routine procedure. It wont hurt and it wont take long, but we need to do it so we might be able to find who did this to you."

"I'm scared."

"I know you are, sweetie." Olivia consoled. "But you want to catch him don't you?

"Yes."

"Then you've got to work with us."

"Olivia!" Stabler interrupted.

Olivia excused herself and followed Elliot outside. "What have you got?"

"I've got the tire iron. But come here and look at this. I found her bloody clothes stuffed in a bag behind this dumpster in the alley.
Why would he leave the weapon in plain sight but take the time to hide her clothes?
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Hell's Thunder [Jun. 19th, 2006|04:43 pm]
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hellsthunder
[mood |calmcalm]

Ok, I'll start by introducing myself. I'm Hell's Thunder or some of you know me as Isildur's Bane from FF.Net. I have written alot of LotR fanfiction, mostly slash. I also dabbled in a bit of X-Men and some other various fantasy. I now focus on TV hit shows such as Law and Order SVU, House and Dead Zone.
I am working on an SVU story right now which I will start posting. If anyone has any story requests, feel free to ask and I will see what I can do.
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