His Pet

Chapter 5

Rudy Giuliani Family Sports Complex
Friday June 7th

He looked like the stereotypical badass nigger pimp standing there with his fitted ball cap backwards over his pony tail. The sun light glinted off a thick gold chain around his neck, wrap around designer shades, and the expected gold fillings. His loose fitting base ball jersey proudly sported the double ought, the name Tutuola, and the NYPD 16th Precinct ~SVU insignia. Detective Odafin Tutuola squinted in at Stabler crouched behind home plate and nodded. Taking a deep breath he glanced at Correctional Officer Sean Murphy standing at the plate. The Irishman’s average build and charming smile hid a slugger’s feel for the game. He was dangerous. He had hit a grand slam in the ninth against Fin in the last game against Rikers costing the 16 the game. He let loose with a wicked slider and grinned in relief as it connected solidly into Elliot’s mitt for strike three to end the 8th.

High fives were exchanged as the One Six team reentered their dug out.
“Olivia, you’re up first. John you’re on deck.” Captain Cragen said swatting Liv’s behind with the clip board as she climbed the steps and looking around for Detective John Munch.
“Jesus Munch!” Tutuola was saying to his partner in disgust. “You look like a geek, man!” He griped snatching his hat and shaping the bill in his hands. Cragen shook his head watching his two detectives. The partners were as different as night and day. Fin was short, stocky, relaxed, black, and street smart. John Munch was tall, nearly emaciated looking Jew, with a hawkish nose and pale skin, and an IQ off the charts. Their strengths and weaknesses complimented very well. On the other hand just listening to them day in and day out with their sarcastic banter you would think they hated one another. You would have been wrong.
“John! You’re on deck!” Cap reminded him a little exasperated.
“On my way Captain, just as soon as my esteemed partner deems my headgear to be of an appropriate level of “coolness”.” John said wryly. Fin glared at him and thrust the hat back.
“Grab your batting helmet and get your scrawny ass out there.” He snapped. Then stepping up on the steps to watch he muttered “And try not to stand there for 3 strikes this time. At least attempt to hit the damn thing!”
Elliot leaned on the railing staring pensively out at the field. He was bone tired. The camaraderie of the dugout seemed forced and he knew they were feeling the same thing he was. They had found two more working girls, dead courtesy of their “Jack the Ripper”. One of the bodies had been pulled out of the water and at least three weeks old which told them that their boy had been under the radar for a while before surfacing. He rubbed his at his eyes under his sunglasses then looked back to the field willing this game to end.


McSorley’s Pub
7th Street Manhattan
Friday June 7th


The pub rang with cheers and laughter as the one six celebrated their big win over the Rikers team. The correctional officers were good sports and had sprung for a pizza and the first couple of pitchers. Dr. Skoda had showed up at the game to “cheer the one six on” and now was looking a little cozy with Olivia. Elliot had a feeling the good doctor had just been checking out Liv’s assets in her baseball uniform. Taking another drink of his beer Elliot gave a little mental shrug. How could he blame the guy for looking? Liv was a beautiful woman. Of course if he hurt his partner then Elliot would be forced to kill him and dispose of his body in that special way that had lurked in his mind for years. It was comforting to know that should the need exist Elliot Stabler had a plan. The thought made him smile to himself.
“Care to share the joke, Detective? A husky voice next to him inquired. He looked over in surprise and recognized Riker’s third baseman. Basewoman he corrected himself. He studied her out of the corner of his eye as she leaned next to him against the bar. She was nothing remarkable. She was 5’9-5’10, long limbed with an athletic build. He had noted her “assets” on the field and they were tight and firm like her small breasts. She had dark skin, high cheek bones, and straight inky black hair cut in a close pixie similar to Liv’s. Eskimo or Indian was his guess even with the French last name of Leblanc. She did, he now noted, have very pretty eyes. The obsidian orbs sparkled now in amusement as she waited for him to finish his appraisal.
“Just wondering what my partner and the good head doctor are chatting about. Nice guy or not I try to stay clear of the shrinks.” He chuckled. She smiled and nodded in understanding.
“Funny how their spin on things always makes us sound like the sociopaths.” She joked and to his surprise Elliot found himself laughing along with her.


Elliot Stabler’s Apartment
Saturday June 8th


A ringing noise finally penetrated Elliot’s sleep and alcohol fogged brain and he rolled with a curse reaching for the phone. He cursed again when he rolled into another warm body blocking his way. Stretching over the now waking form he snatched the telephone.
“Stabler.” He barked.
“Morning, partner. I just wanted to give you a little wake up call in case you were feeling as rough as you looked last night.” Olivia said on the other end of the phone. He scrubbed at his face and glanced again at the slowly stretching form next to him. He sighed a big sigh of relief in knowing it WASN’T his partner lying next to him. As much as he LOVED Olivia that would have really fucked things up.
“I’m awake. Thanks for the call. I appreciate it.” He said rather hastily. “I will see you at the station.”
Punching the off button on the phone he looked at the raven haired young woman sitting next to him on the bed. From the look in her dark eyes he guessed she was as upset with this morning’s situation as he was. He had no idea what to say to her at this point. He remembered being at the pub with…Summer…her name was Summer. They had been having a good time which was something he hadn’t done in a very long time. She had an excellent sense of humor. They had decided to share a cab he remembered. As for being in bed this morning he was embarrassed as hell to say that was a little fuzzy.
“Ummmm I’m not too clear this morning did we…” He mumbled softly regretting the words before they were even out of his mouth.
Summer blushed in embarrassment and humiliation. The best night she had ever had and Captain Catholic boy here not only didn’t remember it but he was wallowing in guilt anyway.
“Yes we did.” She confirmed through clenched teeth. Tearing her gaze from his tortured blue eyes she looked around for her clothes. She vaguely remembered those hitting the floor not far inside the stud’s apartment door. Pulling the sheet from the bed she stalked out to gather her clothes up. He was still sitting on the bed when she returned rubbing his face with his hands.
“Look, Summer. I am very sorry about what happened last night. I do not usually…”
“I got the picture Elliot. One night stands are not your normal thing. I apologize. I should have seen how intoxicated you were and realized that a man like you would regret it in the morning.” She said clenching her jaw harder and trying to keep the tears from flowing. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” She asked knowing that as offensive as her stench was to her he must be repulsed.
“I’m sorry. Absolutely. It’s right through there.” Elliot said quickly remembering his manners. “I will get you some sweats and a T- shirt to wear.” He called to the closed bathroom door.


“Summer, wait.” Elliot said as the freshly showered woman gathered up her dirty clothes and headed for the door.
“I will drop your sweats and shirt by after I wash them.” She replied as politely as possible.
“I’m not too worried about the sweats and t-shirt. Look…here’s my phone number. If we had sex last night that I was too fucked up to do justice to I most likely wasn’t responsible enough to protect us. I was in a monogamous relationship for the last 16 years and get tested for STD’s all the time just like you do through work. That does not cover the possibility of pregnancy however.” He said seriously. A million smart ass comments popped to Summer’s mind but at the serious look on the mans face she merely nodded.
“Thank you.” She whispered feeling the tears threatening again as she hastily scribbled her number down for him. For what, she wasn’t sure but it was seemingly the polite thing to do. She looked up to see his wallet in his hand and her face flushed an angry scarlet.
“If you try to hand me money I will knock you out.” She hissed. Elliot looked stunned and his face colored as he scowled back at her.
“It’s just cab fare.” He ground out.
“I have money, but thank you anyway.” She said proudly. Elliot sighed and stepped out of her way to let her disappear down the hall.
Walking back into his bedroom Elliot pulled out a dress shirt and started buttoning it up over the plain white t-shirt. Stepping to the window he watched as Summer stepped into a cap and felt an other wave of guilt wash over him. He had handled this morning piss poor. Snapping his cuffs onto his belt he strapped on his holster and looked on the back of the door for a suitable tie. Finally grabbing his jacket and cell phone he headed for the door. He needed to get to work. He would worry about his fucked up personal life later.


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