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, M.E Warner, George Huang 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, I am just having some fun.

No sooner had she reached her desk than the phone rang. With a quick move she picked it up.

-“Detective Carter”, the woman introduced herself.

-‘Detective, this is Warner. I think you might want to come down and take a look at this girl’s body.” , spoke the witty doctor. “ Detective Benson is already here”

-“Yes, thanks we’ll be right there”, concluded Nessa and hung up the phone. Her eyes roamed around the room looking for Elliot, maybe he had finished his shower. It was clear they had no time to lose if they wanted to get their hands on who ever murdered the poor woman. She sat up and checked her gun, a little out of habit. It was still secure on her belt around her waist alongside the badge. ~Might as well tell him to hurry up~ , she thought and strolled right to the showers. She really did not pay any attention as she walked in and from a stall Elliot stepped out wearing nothing but a towel around himself.

-“Wha’ do we got?” , asked the man nonchalantly and just smirked at her while using another towel to dry his hair. Startled by the voice she turned around and felt as if her jaw was about to drop. Her eyes could not keep themselves from running up and down his frame for a few seconds, her tongue instinctively sneaking from between her lips and running over them.

-“Warner called, she said Olivia is already there and suggests we come down to take a look as well. Rape kit results are In too.”, Vanessa said and then decided to get out of the shower area before her control went down the drain. “ Hurry up and let’s get movin’ “

-“Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll be right with ya “, Elliot quickly answered and dashed behind a wall to get changed into his suit and tie outfit. Moments later he was catching up with her as she headed down to her car. He could not help but snicker inwardly at the reaction she had displayed earlier upon seeing him almost naked. Maybe she did not care for him but clearly it brought her some pleasure to look at him. “Hold up. What’s the hurry?”, he asked while now walking by her side.

-“I’m hungry and I wanna get this over with. I don’t like slacking off on a case. It freakin eats me inside out until I find the person I am looking for”, admitted the woman and looked at her car “Damn I can’t take this one in that area. To many racers live close by”

-“We’ll take the good ol’ uninteresting cop car”, smirked Elliot and motioned towards the gray colored Ford which rested close to her Trans Am. “Come on , it’s not gonna bite” he chuckled when she seemed reluctant to step up in the vehicle.

-“Oh it’s not the car that bothers me, it’s the thought of you driving”, Nessa sharply countered his words and chuckled lightly before getting into the car.


She hated morgues. Dreaded the feeling they always brought with them. That damned air conditioning was cranked up so high it made shivers run down her spine. Dead silence… what a poor choice of words but yet they were the best that could describe the atmosphere in there. Elliot held the door for her to step into the examining room where Benson and Warner met them.

-“Hey “, Olivia simply called while her eyes were still roaming over some papers.

-“Hello Detectives”, Warner greeted “Come take a look at this” she motioned for them to step closer to the body.

They both did as they were told and soon Olivia was by their side as well. Warner removed the sheet from the dead girl’s body and handed them each a pair of gloves. Her own gloved hand took a small pair of pliers and then turned to gaze at the detectives.

-“So wha’ happened?” Stabler asked impatiently and looked over the cadaver while waiting for an answer.

-“Alright, don’t need to get anxious. “ , Warner scowled and set the light closer to the body as to point out some evidence. “ The stabbing didn’t kill her. The blow to the head did.” She used the pliers to lift a small piece of bone which once made up the skull of the victim “ This is just one of the many pieces we found on location. Her brains were literally splattered all over. By the looks of it the object was fairly large, metallic, somewhat rounded. But we are talking of a large surface.. think of a mallet, a big one.” Then she pointed out on the marks of her body “24 entry points caused by a large knife, probably a butcher’s knife. Look at the way the skin and the flesh is cut. It’s perfect as if it was laser cut. No usual kitchen knife will do that. All wounds are to her stomach, the abdominal area is shredded from them. “ With those words she moved over to the x-rays.

-“Ok, so you are telling us that who ever did this stabbed her 24 times after she was dead?” Nessa just shuddered and looked over at Olivia and Staber.

-“Exactly, but the good part comes now”, said Warner and handed them over a few papers “Pregnant..3 months. But what is more interesting is the fact that she was heavily sedated. Remember that Quareline you found, well this woman was more or less in a coma when she received the blow to the head”

-“That explains a lot. No wonder the neighbors could not tell us of any noise. The woman was on her way to for ever dreamland when this happened.”, Olivia added and crossed her arms over her chest.

-“Suicide?” Elliot asked and tilted his head a little.

-“I doubt it. She was 3 months pregnant, I don’t think this was a reason for suicide either. We better get a hold of her best friend and the man she was seeing”, said Nessa and then looked at Warner “Thank you”

-“No problem detectives”


Later that night at the precinct Nessa was head deep in a pile of papers, statements, lab reports, addresses and bank statements. Olivia peeked at her from behind the desk and waved a cup of coffee in front of the woman. Van lifted her eyes and smirked at the coffee, her hand reaching out for the cup but with a giggle Olivia pulled it back.

-“Nah… get up.. move..You’ve been sitting at that desk for the past 5 hours. Don’t you ever take a break?” she asked and finally handed the coffee over to her.

-“Oh. Thanks Liv. It’s just that…something is bugging me about this particular case.”, admitted the woman and took a sip from the coffee. “Mhhm.. this is good.. I needed that”, she confessed. “Hey, um where’s Elliot ?”

-“He went to get us something to eat. We decided to camp out here with you and since he tried twice to get your attention and failed miserably he just went out to grab food for us. He should be back shortly. No one’s gonna steal him”, chuckled the woman who’s feminine intuition told her that Nessa was a little interested in their partner too. “Really come on , get out of that chair and take some time off, enjoy the coffee. We can get back to this when Elliot returns ok?”,Olivia said and seemed pretty determined. She had seen people fade behind the desks because of this job, and even though Nessa’s determination already got the case way on the path to being solved, it could also destroy her. This job was far to stressful, and she and Elliot knew better than to sink into it that much. At times they did, but rarely afforded this luxury. They could do more good to the victims by keeping their sanity.

-“What the hell are ya two still doin’ here? Don’ ya have a home to go to ?” Fin’s voice chirped in the almost quiet precinct. “Get yer biker ass out’a here an go home Nessa. You’ll end up like Munch over there if you keep this up”

-“I’ve heard that and I am not happy with it.” Munch mumbled as he chewed on a pretzel and then leaned back in his chair.

-“Deal with it Munch. Least ah got some sanity left at the end of the day.” Then his eyes turned over to Olivia and murmured “ Now ya know I expected more from ya. “ His words were cut short as Elliot strolled through the door with two large bags of food.

-“Who’s hungry?” , he asked with a smile and set the bags down on a semi empty desk. “I’ve got subs, and a veggie wrap for the lady” he said and handed the wrap over to Liv who smiled gratefully and immediately found a chair to sink into and devour her meal.

-“Ohh delivery boy. Do we have to give him a tip?” ,Vanessa chirped and peeked into the bags after casting a sweet smile at him.

-“Careful what ya wish for. He might like it” , Fin commented and grabbed a sub from the bag. He was soon joined by Munch who picked through what ever food was left and returned ever so triumphant to his chair with a nice sandwich. “So what’s the reason yer all still here?”, inquired Fin and then sipped some of his coke.

-“Well Nessa here’s on a self destructive mode so we decided to stick around and enjoy the view”, Elliot smartly answered and threw her a look that could only say “Hahaha beat that”

-“Bite me pretty boy”, came the sharp answer. How she wished he would actually encourage it and get deeper into the situation but the looks of all others were on him and he could only swallow his food and scowl at her. “ Didn’t think so either” she commented referring to his guts.

The rest of the meal was rather calm. Chuckles and giggles seemed to liven up the dark room. They all enjoyed a little break and they all deserved a little bit of relaxation with their squad members. Fin started telling jokes and old stories from the Narcotics team which on several occasions made Nessa blush when remembering them. Elliot was quite interested to find out more and Munch could only appreciate the younger crowd’s reaction. Olivia could only laugh and admire the sparks which started to fly between the two detectives. But this lovely moment could not last for ever. As soon as the food was done with, Vannesa returned to her desk and motioned for them to step up closer. Elliot leaned on one side of her desk, Liv on the other. Munch and Fin both took the other corners of the opposite desk and got ready to listen to her.

-“Ok, this is what we got so far”, Nessa started and pointed out to the panel where photos were stapled to it in a strange connection.” Mary makes the call to let the police know her best friend is murdered. She told us that Angelica Dean was seeing Mark Stone”

-“Who also happens to be the owner of one of the largest import export companies in New York” Liv added.

-“Right. Now Angelica gets pregnant with Stone but does not tell her boyfriend and she keeps the man in the dark”, continued Nessa.

-“Yeah but she was still taking the birth control pills”, Elliot added and folded his arms over his chest. “Wouldn’t that threaten the child and probably cause her a miscarriage?

-“Not if she wasn’t taking them for a long time”, Nessa quickly spoke and showed him the lab report “ Warner could not find recent traces of the hormones in her body that regulate her fertility which means she was going out for this kid. She wanted it.

-“Well that leaves out the suicide part then. So some one drugged her? Why did they go through the trouble of cracking her skull if she was already going to overdose on those migraine pills any way? Could it be that her boyfriend was angry?, Munch asked and looked at them for an answer

-“No way. He’d been out of town on a business trip. We have people who saw him check in on his flight to and from Los Angeles. There is no way he could have done it. Besides he seems to really care for the woman. He was devastated when we told him what happened”, said Olivia.

-“So some one came in after she was drugged and cracked her skull.”, concluded Elliot. “But what about the ring that was taken from her? And that dude Claw who trades stolen goods? He said that who sold the ring to him brings him merchandise all the time. Maybe NYPD will get a hold of him. We got him we got our murderer.”

-“Maybe. Unless it will lead us somewhere else. “ Nessa sighed and seemed to think for a second “The stabbing occurred after she was dead. Now we know Stone didn’t do it because he was at a meeting at the time of the murder on the other side of Manhattan. And his DNA does not match the one we found under the victim’s nails”

-“We ran that DNA through our data base and were unable to come up with anything. So it means that either our killer has no record or he is an illegal immigrant, which would fit quite well with the man we are looking for who sold the ring to Claw”, Olivia concluded.

The phone rang and Fin jumped to his feet to pick it up. After a short conversation he turned to them and smirked.

-“We got our boy. NYPD is bringing his sorry ass down here”, announced Fin.

-“Well this will be interesting”, admitted Liv and looked over at the others.


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NEXT CHAPTER- Getting closer to the Conclusion of the case ----Elliot and Nessa fnally decide to have a go at it.