SVU: Let me remodel your thinking

Disclaimers: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and its characters-Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, Donald Cragen, Odafin ‘Fin’ Tutuola, John Munch and Alexandra Cabot- belong to Wolf Films, Universal Network, and NBC Studios. No copyright infringements whatsoever are intended. I own the original characters and the story. And no, I am not making any money off of this.


The sirens seemed to burst out into the almost perfectly quiet neighborhood. The roaring of the engine was silenced with the twitch of the key in the ignition. A leather clad figure dismounted the motorcycle with the grace of a panther and made its way through the thickness of the crowd. As she walked the helmet came off and rested in her right hand while her left unzipped the tight leather jacket and flashed the badge on her belt

-“SVU “ said the woman and walked under the yellow tape, passing by the other officers which were at the scene.

Stabler was there with Benson and they both seemed a little shocked at her outfit. It was not daily that people got to see their team members clad in leather from head to toe, looking as if they were ready to go hunt something. Her red hair flew loosely on her back, contrasting harshly with the black of her jacket. She watched them both as they were totally silent and perhaps mildly stunt.

- “I was training down at the race track” she quickly explained and then continued with a sigh “Hey..i was not expecting a call at 6 am. I’m out there usually, burning some rubber” with that her eyes roamed around the trashed apartment and rested upon the body of a young woman, covered with nothing more than a blood stained and tattered sheet. The scent of the fluid was all over the place, but this was a fresh body, rigo must have set in a few hours ago or so, the blood was still fresh and sticky. Her blonde hair soaked from the wound which originated probably in the back of her head. Several cuts were visible on her arms and legs, her stomach possibly stabbed since there was a great red spot on the sheet right over it and blood seemed to have seeped out of her abdominal area as well.

-“ So what happened here ?” she asked and looked at the coroner then back to Elliot and Liv. A few steps took her closer to the victim and she lifted the sheet which covered her bruised skin. Indeed she had been stabbed repeatedly in the stomach and showed clear signs of abuse.

-“Victim’s name is Angelica Dean, 24 years old” Elliot started and handed her a pair of gloves. Nessa watched Olivia look for something under the bed and then she took the gloves, slowly sliding them over her hands and placing the helmet over one of the bags the police brought in. “She was stabbed repeatedly, probably killed by the blow to the head” Elliot continued.

-“ETD around hmm.. 7 hours ago” the doctor spoke and stood away from the body. “Multiple fractions to her skull, multiple wounds to her body, genital areas.. she’s been more or less butchered. I think some of these were post mortem, the bleeding in some locations shows such evidence”

-“Hmm.. alright “ Nessa murmured and lowered herself by the dead woman’s body. Her gloved hand took a hold of the woman’s fingers and brought them closer to her face “Skin. Make sure you take samples from under her fingernails. This one broke during the fight” she spoke and lifted up an acrylic tip which lay by the body’s side. “I am sure we will find something, the residue from the glue and the acrylic does very well when it comes to gathering skin samples, especially during such a fight”

-“Alright, we’ll take a look, I’ll know more after I get to do her autopsy” the doctor spoke and went away to talk to some of the officers. Elliot came to her side and tilted his head slightly as she examined the body . Nessa was quiet, she moved away from the woman and then walked over to the little nightstand. One hand quickly opened the drawer to see empty bottles of pills, pain killers, sleep medication and birth control pills.

-“Hey guys, take a look at this “ she beckoned the two and showed them the bottles “This is Quareline, used for migraine treatment. This is one powerful drug and can cause an overdose easily . It gets you in a rather high state or puts you to sleep for quite some time. This one .. sleeping aid and the most important part “ she held out the almost brand new box of birth control “Our lady has a steady boyfriend or a very, very active sex life. We should have the lab check for traces of these medications in her system and also we can trace the doctor that gave them to her.” She concluded and placed the bottles in plastic bags, sealed them and got them ready for the lab.

-“And I found this “ Olivia pulled out a small pink booklet. Her diary. “ This is her journal, found it under the mattress”

-“Why would it be there? The land lord says she lives alone” Elliot added quite surprised at the girl’s paranoia.

-“Well apparently she was afraid of some one finding it and reading through it. This means that either her boyfriend was here constantly or she had some very nosy friends” Vanessa concluded and stepped into the bathroom. “Bingo” called the woman while she showed them a nice razor “This is not hers.. I can smell men’s shaving foam all over it, and quite fresh. Say a day old at least.”

-“Well let’s wrap it up here and head down to the station, maybe we can find something in her journal and try to get a hold of her boy friend, who ever he is.” Elliot said and then looked over at Liv “Can you get statements from the people, maybe they heard something, saw something. As soon as we get something in we’ll call you, if you’re not back by then”

-“Sure, go ahead. This should not take to long” Benson waved them off and returned to her business.

The two walked down the stairs silently. Nessa did not seem very shaken about this sight. After all Narcs was not a paradise either. It was easier to deal with dead victims than it was to handle the living ones. Her fingers fondled with the lock from her helmet and seemed to be slightly lost in thought. Elliot quirked a brow at the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. This action caused her to stop and look up at him with a faint smile.

-“No one said this was gonna be easy. It takes a while to get used to it” he commented and gave her shoulder a light squeeze.

-“Ohh.. no it’s not about that. I’ve had my share of grotesque sights before. “ she replied and placed her hand over his as a tanking gesture . Once more they started to walk towards the vehicles “Something is bothering me. Why did the land lord say she lived alone but we found proof that a man frequently spends the nights over. Because there is no way in hell a guy brings razors and shaving gel just for his 5 o’clock shadow” she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, slowly, enjoying the silkiness of her locks over her own skin “I think this bears more to it than we want to admit”

Elliot listened to her and thought about it himself. He could not exactly explain what seemed so wrong with it but he knew that she was right. So many years on the force had a way of teaching you when a rat is a rat and when the stench of foul play gets to heavy to be ignored. He hoped that Liv could come up with something and that the lab could pin point a precise cause of death and also get some dna samples from her.

-“Well we have to see what Benson can come up with and wait for the lab reports. I’m sure it will clear out a great deal of things” Stabler added and then leaned against the hood of his car “So you ready to come down to the office?”

-“Yeah.. I’ll see you when you get there” she commented with a slight smirk and slid the helmet over her head. Wit the same feline movements she mounted the large motorcycle and fired up the engine. “ Don’t try to keep up” came her muffled voice from behind the helmet and with those words the screeching sound of rubber against pavement filled the air along with the purring of the motorcycle. Elliot smiled and just watched her take off rapidly, dodging traffic and his eyes just locked onto her behind. The plump shape of her ass ever so sweetly clad in that skin tight leather around her. He had to admit she stirred him and teased him even though she probably never even realized it.

The precinct was not crowded. After all it was to damn early in the morning to even imagine to many people up and about. Don never got in till around 8 and Munch with Fin were sleeping in since they had to stalk the living hell out of a murderer the night before. Nessa enjoyed the somewhat peaceful atmosphere in the office and just sad down at her desk. Some curious eyes roamed over her but soon they turned away as they were met with the ice cold glance of the green eyed woman. Papers laid spread in front of her, she wrote down all the things she noticed at the crime scene, all the minute details she could remember. Vanessa tied to connect the dots as best as she could, but at this time it was not easy. To many pieces were still missing from this horrific puzzle. She was restless. Perhaps a little bit of a work out will clear her mind and refresh her tonus. With that in mind, the woman stood from her desk and walked to her locker. The combination was pushed into the lock and the door opened with a light clank. From there she picked out a pair of tight shorts and a tank top along with her snickers. A few moments later she was all changed, her biker clothes resting on a chair near the exercise machines.

Elliot walked in the precinct 15 minutes later. His eyes instinctively roamed around looking for the dashing red head, but she was nowhere to be seen. He always worked out in the mornings and now it was a good time for it. While he waited for the results from the lab he could stretch his muscles and loosen up a little bit for a day which promised to be quite hard. The men’s locker room was opposite of the woman’s, a wall separating that from the gym itself. After he got into a pair of sport trousers and a sleeveless shirt he stepped into the room quietly. From the doorway he saw her. Nessa was laying back on the bench pressing some weights. She had already worked up a sweat, her body glistening in the almost dim light of the room. With each push of the weights and each breath her voluptuous chest rose and fell with an easy rhythm. He just sat there and watched her for a few seconds. What a lovely piece of art she was. Once more he felt stirred by this presence. 3 months had passed since she came to the unit and every day was a constant teasing, a constant attempt to keep himself from thinking about her, from looking over those shapely legs to her firm thighs, that ripped stomach and those perfect breasts. She was such a tease and she didn’t even know it. Olivia had warned him that he was looking this woman over way to much. But he dismissed it quickly. Liv knew better than to believe him. Sure she supported her partner, her best friend, and she wanted to see him happy and content especially after the divorce, but was not sure if Nessa was going to accept this. Fin had clearly stated on many occasions that she was more of an ice berg rather than a woman but Elliot didn’t want anything more than to melt her into submission. He walked over to her and placed his hands on the weights she was lifting thus helping her put them back into their cradle. Nessa looked up and smiled, her eyes tracing the curves of his toned body, lingering for a few seconds over the light bulge in his loose pants.

-“Thanks” Carter spoke and just dropped her arms to her side breathing heavily. It was been quite an intense workout and her body was feeling it. He handed her over a towel and gratefully she wiped her face and chest with it. Her breasts were barely tucked in that small sports braw, her nipples pressing almost painfully against the fabric as they got erect from a chill that just ran down her spine out of nowhere.

-“That’s some heavy lifting” Elliot finally spoke and helped her off the bench with a light pull that brought them a tad bit to close. She just looked at him, almost stared at the man. One strand of that fiery red hair fell over her eyes and he was more than eager to help out with it. His finger traced the line of her cheek slowly and moved under the strand slowly pushing it behind her hear. She almost gasped at the closeness at that fire in his eyes and the strange feeling his touch gave her. Vanessa struggled to find her words, her eyes slowly lowering to the ground as she tried to gain some composure.

-“I have to go take a shower” she finally whispered and looked up at him. Elliot appeared somewhat disappointed and very confused. He was in pain, he wanted to touch her, he needed it and she did the same but unlike him, she was fearful of this situation.

-“Ohh yeah.. ok. I’ll work out for a few minutes or so” he finally mumbled and tried to regain his calm attitude. She smiled and placed her hand over his arm with a light squeeze . God how she loved that touch, how she adored the unique feel of his skin touching hers.. how she feared it.

-“Nice tattoo “ the woman commented and traced her finger slowly over the line of the drawing. With that she disappeared into the shower room.

She could barely strip her clothes. The woman was so hot and bothered by him that her heart was racing at 200 miles per hour. Finally her naked frame entered the shower stall and turned on the water. It was mildly hot and it felt refreshing on her warm skin. The steam slowly rose in the stall, it covered her body with the velvety feel of the moist air. She sighed and leaned back against the wall, the cold tiles making her jump a little. Her body was tensed, worked up, needy. Her hands ran down her flesh as she smoothed the shower gel over her neck then further down over those perky full breasts. Nessa gasped when her hands ran over the sensitive nipples which stood erect with desire. Hands traveled further down to her stomach and then hands traveled further down between her thighs. Slow teasing motions made her body burn, she lid her fingers between her slippery folds and closed her eyes, she imagined it was him touching her, she imagined those powerful hands caressing her most intimate parts. One finger slid inside of her, her legs parting slightly to give herself better access. A light moan flew from her lips and her body gently rocked over her own hand, her back rubbing against the tiles of the stall. Another finger joined in spreading herself more, dreaming of his thickness inside of her, making her squirm, driving her mad with pleasure and desire. Her other hand caressed her breast, pinched at the aroused nipple, tugged at it, twisted it slowly before returning to massage the fullness of her breast. But she needed more. The two fingers inside of her curled upwards reaching inside, touching her g-spot, teasing it till she felt herself ready to explode. The other hand traveled down over her clit and slowly rubbed at the hard nub. Another moan flew from her lips, stifled, almost scared of him hearing her. She bit her lower lip as her head leaned back against the tiles, her breath heavy, her hips moving against the probing fingers, faster and faster. Furious circles were drawn over her clit, fingers pressing against her spot without mercy. She gasped, she stifled a shriek of pleasure as a wave of pleasure washed over her making her spine tingle and her body shudder. Nessa furiously worked herself demanding the satisfaction of an orgasm. He could do it for her… she just wanted to moan, to call his name out and let him know just how much he drives her crazy, how much he makes her want him, lust for him. But all that was lost in a mist as her orgasm reached. Shivers and spasms ran through her like earthquakes, muffled whimpers flew from those lovely lips as she tried to hold back. Her muscles gripped the fingers hard, sucking them in, craving for more, her heart was racing. She brought both hands in front of her and leaned then against the wall, her body leaning in closer under the stream of water. Heavy breathing… more lust. One trembling hand moved to reach the shampoo bottle but her fingers had no grip and the large object fell on the floor with a loud noise. She scrambled to pick it up.
He heard the noise and quickly put the weights away to enter the shower room. He thought something had happened to her.

-“Nessa you ok in there?” he asked trying to make out something behind the stall. He could only see a blurred silhouette, the shape of the woman he craved for madly. How he wanted to just burst through those doors and draw her into his arms. Why were they playing this game. Maybe she didn’t even know how he felt, maybe she was so caught up with her own work that she never paid any attention.

-“Ah.. oh I’m fine…the shower gel slipped out of my hands” called the woman trying hard to keep a steady tone in her voice. “I’ll be out in just a minute”

He sighed and lowered his head. He looked at her through the thick door of the stall and ran his hand over his face. With one swift move he took off his sleeveless shirt and threw it over a chair. One clean towel provided him with a good means of removing the thin layer of sweat from his face and neck. Elliot looked in the mirror at his own reflection. He was beginning to feel worn out by this job, by her constant teasing and his own repressed desires. He hung his head and inhaled deeply then exhaled just as sharply.

She stepped out of the women’s side of the shower. She wore a nice button up shirt with quite a generous cleavage, a pair of khaki pants and low heal shoes. Her hair was still damp and it hung loosely over her shoulders. Hungry eyes roamed over his body. Like a moth to a flame she found herself walking up behind him. A warm delicate hand rested upon his shoulder. Elliot was startled and lifted his eyes to meet her glance reflected by the mirror. He smiled and just looked at her, Nessa just smiled back. What was She hiding? What was He holding back from?

-“You ok Elliot?” A concerned look took over her happy face and seemed to mature the woman, seemed to turn her into more of a caring person and less of an iceberg. That feeling was back again, his skin, those tattoos, that clean cut/ bad boy aura that he had. The scent of his cologne made her dizzy. It was so masculine and yet so delicate.

-“Yeah… I think I just over did it with the work out. Been slacking off lately and I felt the need to catch up” he flat out lied. Lazily he turned to face her and leaned back against the sink. “I see you shed the leather for something more appropriate.” Commented the man and smiled at her outfit.

-“Well you wouldn’t expect me to walk around like that in the office. Besides I don’t want to give Fin more reasons to go to bed happy at night” A giggle escaped her lips and ran her fingers through her hair while looking in the mirror. “This will have to do for now” she concluded and simply put on some lip gloss. “I’ll go see if Benson is back, and maybe that rape kit result came in. See you in a few”

Once more she took off. The same movements, the same body that turned him into a fool, a fool for her. ~Snap out of it Elliot.. she doesn’t even know it. Doesn’t even care.~


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