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.

The room seemed cold. It resembled a half breed between a coffin and a giant refrigerator. It was not meant to be comfortable, it was an interrogation room after all. Daniel Matthews rested on one of the chairs, he seemed defiant, arrogant and clearly mean. Elliot decided to take a shot at the man and crack him up a little bit. He walked in and sat down with a folder in front of him. He flipped it open and pushed it in front of the man. Liv, Nessa and Fin were outside watching through the one way mirror glass.

-“Ohh man this is sick” scowled the suspect and pushed the file away from him

-“Yeah, we think so too. Do you know her?”, Elliot asked.

-“Hell no. I have no idea who she is” spoke the man with a clear intent of concealing his heavy British accent.

-Immigrant” whispered Nessa and looked over at Liv “Check the international database and see if you can pull out something from the Interpol.” The other woman nodded and went to take care of the task.

-“Care to tell me how you got your hands on this ring?”, said Elliot and threw the ring on the table in front of the man.

-“Never seen it before in my life” said the man and pushed it away as well. “It’s not my size”

-“Well to bad couse we got your boy Claw who told us that you sold it to him, along with other items you took from other people you murdered. You know this ring came from this woman, you saw her, you were there , you drugged her, cracked her skull open, stabbed her and then took away a little memento? Now how sick is that?”, his voice seemed to thunder through the room as he inched closer to the man.

Nessa’s head peeked trough the door and beckoned for Elliot to come to her. They both stepped out of the room in front of a triumphant Olivia who held a paper in her hand . She handed it over to Elliot and a smile spread on his lips.

-“We got him”, he simply stated and went back in with the new evidence. This time Nessa joined him and sat down on one corner of the cold table.

The man watched her with appreciative eyes. He seemed to drool over her. He was rough around the edges and had no manners what so ever. But she knew how to play that. Narcotics had taught her well.

-“What? Now you bring a nice piece of ass and you think I’m going to tell you what ever you want to hear?”, asked the man and looked from Elliot to Nessa who just smirked. “Not even if she does a number on me. Though I would not mind getting a taste of that sweetness”. His hand moved to touch her leg but before Elliot could do anything and even before the man touched her she just grabbed his hand with her right hand, lifted his in the air enough for her to slide under it, turned and pinned the hand almost twisted to his back. She used the weight of her body to press him down over the table, his face squished between the metal and her force.

-“This fine piece of ass will tear you a new whole if you dare touch me again. Got that scum bag? “, murmured the woman into his ear before releasing him from the painful grip. With that she just walked by Elliot’s side who followed her with his looks in an appreciative manner. A smirk formed on his lips. He was proud of her.

-“Keep yer bitch away from me man, or I’ll file for a complaint”, muttered the man as he rubbed at his wrist.

-“Ok, enough with the games. We found your DNA under the victim’s fingernails. The Interpol was kind enough to run a check in their database and came up with your file. We placed you at the murder scene. Murder 1?”, Nessa smirked and leaned over the table, her face close to his. “Come on, drop the crap and tell us what happened. I’m sure we can work out a deal for you, IF you cooperate.”

The man seemed to be lost in thought for a while and then looked at them both. He was met with cold glances. None of them showed any kind of emotion. It appeared as if they hated him, and perhaps they did, but he could understand that. His neck was on the line and clearly he was not going to go down alone.

-“I want a lawyer” , he said and folded his arms over his chest.

-“Fine”, Elliot replied and motioned for Nessa “Come on”


The phone rang annoyingly and she fumbled around trying to get a hold of it through the mist of her sleep. Her hand gripped the receiver and brought it to her ear, eyes still closed. The red head still laid sprawled on the king size bed. Her naked body shifting lightly under the satin covers and a light moan escaped her lips before she murmured.

-“Hello…”

-“Hey, you might want to come down to the station”, Elliot’s voice purred at the other end of the line. “Matthews and his lawyer have struck a deal with Alex and thy want to share some information with us”

-“What? God what time is it?”, murmured the woman and peeked at her clock on the nightstand. It was 4 in the morning. She had gotten perhaps 3 hours of sleep and her body demanded for it greatly “Damn it’s freaking 4 am, doesn’t Alex ever sleep?”

-“We all were but Matthews was so desperate that he kept pressing his lawyer to get Alex. Some one chewed through this bastard’s ass badly. “ He paused for a moment and listened to her lazy breathing, listened for the little moans that escaped her when she stretched her muscles, listen to that mellow sultry voice that just dripped from her lips like sweet nectar. He wondered how his name would sound on her lips, between moans, in pure ecstasy. “Look if you wanna sleep go ahead. I’ll fill you in later on today”

-“Hell...I’ll be down there as soon as I can. Thanks any way Elliot. I appreciate it” She stifled a yawn and then continued “I’ll see you in a few. Oh and do me a favor: make some coffee… strong coffee”


Back at the station Elliot hung up the phone and looked over at Liv who was smirking softly.

-“Better try hiding the fact that yer so happy Elliot. She might figure it out “

-“Happy?”, the man quirked a braw at Liv and shook his head “Nah, but this is more or less her case. She’d like to be here”

Oh but he was happy he was going to see her so soon. They all were dead tired and Alex didn’t even get to sleep due to some late night settling she had to take care of. In the past 24 hours they had maybe 3 hours of sleep.. if they were lucky. He remembered her words and quickly moved to the coffee machine to start on a new brew. He made the coffee strong but not sharp, he still kept that velvety and full taste to it. Alex walked out of the room with a smile on her face.

-“Ok, we have a deal”, spoke the blonde and ran her fingers through her hair” Go in there and get your statement. I have a hearing in 4 hours. I’m out of here”

-“Thanks Alex”, Olivia said and then glanced over at Elliot “Coffee can brew itself, come on let’s get this over with”

They walked into the room and Matthews was looking pretty messed up. His lawyer nodded at them and then nudged his client to start talking so that they can all get out of there faster.

-“Well?”, Olivia impatiently asked and folded her arms over her chest while Elliot leaned against the far end wall of the room.

-“Look I got a call at around 8 o clock the day before I was supposed to kill her. It was this dude named Mark Stone. I asked him who the hell he was and how he got my number but he told me he got his ways. Asked me if I wanted to make a quick 4000$ and I said I wanted to. Told me to go two blocks down the road in a couple of hours, pick up a package from a trash can, read the note and if I agree, take the money”

-“Wha was on the note?”, Elliot asked.

-“It said the money was mine if I agreed to kill this woman. And her address was there along with a picture of her. I took the cash memorized the address and the face and threw it away. The note said to kill her the day after so I waited. Her boy friend went out of town that morning. I went in there, we struggled a little but she was pretty much sleepy. I saw the pills and forced them down her throat and I waited till she stopped moving. Then I walked out. I didn’t hit her or stabbed her. “

-“My client is right. You ran all tests on him and found no traces of blood on his skin” spoke his lawyer.

-“Yeah well he’s still in our custody until we verify his information”, Elliot said and followed by Olivia walked out.

Outside he was met by Fin who held a list of all the phone calls made from the Stone residence and or their mobile phones to the number belonging to Matthews. Fin opened the file on the table and pointed out the underlined numbers.

-“Look at the time of the calls. Stone was in his high ass corporation dinner at tha time. No way he could have called our boy. WE traced the number and found a pay phone close to the Stone residence though. Ya wanna take a look at it?” Fin asked and looked over at Elliot and Olivia.

-“Take a look at what?”, came the voice of Nessa who hurried in. Her helmet landed on the desk and her biker jacket flew over a chair. She was a little bit of a mess, no perfect make up, no suit. A pair of tight jeans adorned her long legs and were tucked in rather high healed biker boots. In her jeans, a black turtle neck was neatly tucked and all was topped with her heavy jacket. She pocketed her keys and watched them. “Well? What did we find out ?”, inquired the woman once more.

-“Matthews confessed that he was hired to murder he by Mark Stone and that he got a call at 8 the day before when Stone asked for his services”, Olivia began

-“But”, Elliot said as he brought her the cup of coffee and Nessa smiled warmly at him after clinging to the hot cup ”He says that he did not stab or hit her head. Which never came up at our tests any way. There were no traces of blood on his fingers.”

-“An’ I got a phone call ‘round 8 from a pay phone near the Stone residence. A time at which Mr Stone was in a business meeting with about 12 people vouching for his ass.” Fin concluded and handed Van the list.

She took the list and eyed it while sipping from her coffee. Her shapely frame leaned against her desk and her hand finally released the coffee cup upon a small plate which rested on top of her desk as well. What was it they were missing.

-“How about this. Mss. Stone found out her husband was cheating on her, hired a private investigator who located the woman then she decides to get her killed and pulls some strings, gets a hold of this guy who’s an immigrant therefore not in our database, gets a friend to call him and pretend he’s Stone and the deal is done.”

-“What about the stabbing and the blow to the head?”, Elliot asked

-“Maybe she wasn’t happy with the job Matthews did and she wanted to make sure the woman’s dead and her kid. “, said Nessa.

-“That would explain the stabbing in the abdomen”. Olivia scowled at the thought and looked at the 3 of them “Maybe the door man saw something. Though it is to early in the morning for the right shift to be in. We’ll have to go there later today.”

-“I’m gonna go work out for a few. Not like I have anything else to do” said Nessa and smiled at Elliot “You comin’ along too slacker?”

-“Yeah, you’ll need some one to help you bench press 5 pounds”, he commented but was clearly happy about following her into the gym and aiding her in any way he could.

The others just looked at each other with a smirk and went about their own business. There were always files waiting to be sent, cases needing a little bit of tweaking before closure. The work at SVU was never completed for real. So it kept them occupied even when they had slower weeks, even though that was somewhat of a rarity.
Elliot stepped into the gym in his loose trousers, that ever present sleeveless shirt and a pair of snickers. He was met by an equally under dressed female. Van was as usual in her small sports braw, a pair of short tight pants and her favorite Puma snickers. This time her hair was held up in a pony tail and it dangled with each step she took. A soft smile was flashed at him before she lowered herself to the ground and did the splits. She then balanced her weight from one leg to the other stretching her muscles. Elliot was just standing there, watching her body move, bend and extend with her will. He was mesmerized by the erotic view. She took one leg and lifted it in front of her, near the wall then leaned the leg which was in front of her against the wall and pressed into it as if she was doing the splits but only standing. A light gasp from Elliot made her turn her head to him and she chuckled.

-“What is going on through that mind of yours?”, asked the woman and brought her leg down. She jumped up and down a few times and then folded her arms over her chest watching him “ I have to stretch otherwise I might break something”

She rolled her eyes at him and leaned over a small mattress on the floor. Her knees were bent as she laid back, the souls of her feet firmly on the floor. One hand beckoned Elliot to come to her and help her out.

-“Just 40 crunches. Can you hold my feet down please?”, she asked from her position.

-“Yeah”, he answered and moved over her. His knees now straddling her own, his groin pressing slightly against her leg.He brought the palms of his hands in front of him, but facing her “Come on. Touch them” her demanded and thus set the incline of her crunch.These were not going to be easy. She nodded and started to do the crunches. Each time she reached the top she brought her hands forward and touched his. Little soft grunts came from her lips every now and again. He seemed so serious, as if he was her trainer and had no room for emotion. In a way she liked that. Her mind could stay on the work out and not on him, but it was still hard as she had to touch the man each time she pulled up for a crunch. A faint sheet of sweat started to form over her neck and a little down her chest.

--“40!” she called and touched his hands for the last time before falling on her back on the mattress and breathing slightly heavier. He looked down at her and handed the towel but did not move from where he was standing, straddling her legs. Nessa quirked a brow at him after she finished wiping her face and neck. “Come on, my time to be on top”

-“I dunno, I kinda like the view from up here”

-“You’ll like it from under there too” said the woman and slithered from under him. She motioned for the man to lay on his back and the moment he did so she kept his legs extended and literally mounted him a little under his thighs. Now her powerful hips were straddling his and her hands were in front of her, palms facing him “ Thought we take it up a notch for ya”

He was happy to comply with her directives. She was right. He did like the view from down there as well. She was smiling at him, a quirked brow signaled it was time for the man to quit stalling and get to the work out.

-“60. What do you say coach? Will that be enough?”, asked Elliot and chuckled.

He did not wait for her to answer. His body started moving under her, each time he came up his moved all the way, his face just inches from her as their hands touched over and over again. He was testing her, he was teasing her just as she was teasing him. But the difference was that he was well aware of what he was doing. Crunch after crunch his muscles got tenser, she could see it. The thin layer of sweat only accentuated the lines of his perfect musculature. Those eyes. Those damned eyes were piercing, staring at her each time he came up to touch her hands. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her down with him. She prayed that he would just stop there and not lay back down. Her lips hungered for a kiss each time he was so close. His body screamed for the need to just hold her.

-“One more Elliot”, said Nessa when her mind broke free from its lust filled world.

-“Done”, spoke Elliot and froze in front of her.

He was just looking at her, staring into those perfect green eyes. Oh yeah, she gasped. A shiver must have ran through her body. That was a good sign for him. Once more he found himself stirred by this woman and her intangibility. But now he was not going to back down. He was going to test her. His head moved an inch closer to hers but she did not pull back. They just stared at each other. That was his sign. Sure she was not going to pull back but neither was she going to make the move. Elliot decided it was time to just do it. His muscular arms wrapped around that delicate yet powerful body of hers and pulled her to him. She found herself inhaling sharply at that move and just leaned into him. Her chest now pressing painfully against his. What was she going to do? She had no idea… That embrace brought her even closer, as if it was possible. He stole a kiss from her. She shivered. The feel of his lips over hers for just a fraction of a second made the woman almost moan. He smiled. Those lips returned to just brush over the redness of the woman’s mouth. Slowly, teasingly, he massaged her back and pulled her further up on his thighs till she was from the waist down totally against him. Her body tingled with desire, she felt him stirring under her and tasted the sweetness of his breath. Nessa found herself abandoning to him. Delicate arms wrapped around his neck and fingers traced through his hair idly. Her eyes closer and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

-“What are we doing Elliot?”, whispered the woman into his ear.

She wanted this so much but she could not let go. Not here, not now. This was not a good time. He looked down at her leaning against him in that embrace and caressed her hair slowly. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and smiled.

-“I don’t know what we’re doing Nessa.”, he truthfully answered and used his finger to lift her chin up so he could look in her eyes. “I’m sorry”

-“For what?”, she asked clearly surprised “You didn’t do anything wrong. No one did. Hell yer the first guy to actually try and kiss me first before attempting to get in my pants”. She giggled and placed a light kiss on his lips in a playful manner before breaking away from his arms. Van stood in front of him, her arms folded over her chest “Well.. get off yer ass and get to lifting some weights”

-“Yeah..i guess” he murmured not knowing how to react to that either. “Where are you going?” he asked as he saw her take off into the locker room.

-“I gotta get home and take care of something real quick. That and I gotta change into some decent work clothes, drop off my motorcycle” her voice came from the next room. She soon walked back into the gym wearing her jeans and turtle neck “I’m not runnin’ off ya know”, she smirked and walked up to him.

-“And why are you looking at me like that?” he asked and quirked a brow at her while folding his arms over his broad chest.

-“It’s funny how you still don’t know what to think about me. Maybe Fin told you all how much of an ice berg I am , and now yer just waiting for me to snap. I do that to keep the scum away from me Elliot. Not the nice guys…” she spoke calmly and ran her hand over his face, a finger lingering over his lips for a few seconds. “I’ll see you in a few”

-“Oh I know what to think about you. Don’t know what to do with you.”

-“Elliot, you’ll know” she whispered and placed a kiss upon his cheek before storming out of the gym and on her way home.


REVIEWS ALWAYS WELCOME.
Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. And yes I know I am taking this slow but I don’t think Elliot is the kind of guy to just go after a woman and get laid. That’ just not him and I would not do the character any justice by portraying the man like that.

NEXT CHAPTER- The Killer is finally apprehended. The Squad decides to go out and celebrate Nessa’s birthday. Some nice secrets come out. Elliot and Nessa get closer .