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17 March 2008 @ 11:03 pm
Make the Bodies Drop [SVU; Elliot/Olivia]  
TITLE: Make the Bodies Drop
FANDOM: Law & Order: SVU
PAIRING: Elliot/Olivia
SPOILERS: Season seven-ish, pre-trilogy
RATING: R for adult themes


Focus had to come back to them quickly in light of what had happened to Marissa. They'd had to transport an unusually-distraught Carl to the hospital, who hadn't been allowed to ride in the ambulance; Tony was taking over the club while he was gone and Fin and Munch were staying behind to keep an eye out for unusual activity.

The cab ride was long, and tension rode high between Elliot and Olivia. It was actually a good thing that Carl rode between them on the way, but it didn't stop them from exchanging potent looks. The wait in the emergency room was long, too... but rather revealing.

"I just can't believe this," Carl kept saying, pacing back and forth in front of Elliot and Olivia while they sat together on the couch, Olivia's arm looped through Elliot's in Jack-and-Liz mode. "I mean I can't believe this. I mean... we were supposed to get married."

Both sets of the partners' eyes widened, and they looked to each other in shock. "Uh... what?" Olivia curled her hand a bit tighter around Elliot's arm and sat forward slightly, leaning her other arm on her thigh. "Marissa never mentioned that you guys--"

"Well... we were supposed to get married. And lately we've been talking about reconciling."

Elliot looked over at his partner as Carl continued to pace. He mouthed, "She ever say anything to you about this?"

Olivia shook her head and mouthed back, "No," before looking up at Carl again, trying to get his attention. "Carl. Carl."

He stopped and looked at the two detectives-who-weren't-detectives. "I know. I don't doubt she hasn't said anything." He sighed and stopped pacing, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. "About six months ago, when we were still together, I proposed to her and she accepted."

Another look was exchanged between the detectives, and this time it was Elliot that spoke. "Carl... she's nineteen."

"I know, I know. The age difference was sizeable, but... you gotta believe me when I say, she is unbelievably mature for her age." He nodded, as if that would convince them further. "She is. Talking to her sometimes is like talking to a forty-year-old. And I was in love with her. Completely. I really did want to spend the rest of my life with her. And I was thrilled she accepted. But then..." He sighed again and went back to pacing, "I think maybe a couple weeks later, one of the other dancers kinda drilled the age difference thing into her head and Marissa suddenly flipped about how young she was, and how she still had a bunch of stuff left to experience, so... she gave the ring back."

Elliot took Olivia's hand off his arm only to hold it in his own, linking their fingers together without thought. "I'm sorry," he apologized, not noticing how his partner watched their intertwined hands.

"It was nuts. I mean, one minute I'm the happiest guy alive and we're picking our 'first dance' song, and... then the next minute she's slapping the ring back into my hand and telling me she's seeing someone else."

The partners exchanged a look. "She cheated on you?" Olivia asked.

"Supposedly, yeah."

Olivia nodded and glanced down at her hand, still inside Elliot's, as her mind started to churn. Elliot's mind went down a different path. "You already had your wedding song picked? What was it?"

"It's this song she's nuts about called 'I Wanna Be the Rain'... it's by this group called R.B.D. that she really loves. They mostly sing in Spanish and she's been fluent in the language since she was a kid -- that was like one of the few songs they did in English."

Olivia looked up again. "Did you ever find out who she cheated on you with?"

"No. I don't even know for sure that she did. I--" He stopped suddenly and looked at them curiously. "Why are you guys asking so many questions?"

Elliot and Olivia looked to each other and shrugged, both of them looking back up at Carl in unison. Olivia leaned back against the couch and Elliot followed, draping his arm over her shoulders. "Just curious."

Carl nodded and started to pace again, silently. The partners exchanged a look, each of their faces saying the same thing -- it was time to stop the questions or else their cover would be blown.

"Mister Stinson?" A doctor emerged from Marissa's trauma room -- the same doctor Elliot and Olivia had spoken to the other day when April had ended up in the hospital.

Carl turned around. "Yeah, that's me."

"Miss Cohen has you listed as her next of kin. I'd like to speak with you about her condition, please." She eyed Elliot and Olivia, furrowing her brow slightly but relaxing it when Elliot gestured her not to acknowledge them. "Privately."

"Sure." Carl didn't even look back as he followed the doctor into the trauma room.

Elliot sighed and removed his arm from Olivia's shoulders, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, suddenly cold now that she wasn't fitted into his side. "Well, that was... revealing."

"I'll say." It was unclear as to whether the detectives were discussing the situation with Carl and Marissa, or with the activities that had taken place in the private room.

After a moment of silence passed, Olivia leaned forward as well, mirroring his position. She kept her voice low. "If he suspected her of cheating on him, that'd give him plenty of motive to--"

"Stop." Elliot shook his head. "I know where you're going, and just stop. There's no way he did that to her. No way in hell."

"Why, because of some sugar-coated fairytale about a wedding song?" she whispered, practically hissed, back at him. "Come on, Elliot."

"No you come on. We've worked how many of these cases together, huh? And how many times has a suspect been this distraught when he's the one at fault?"

"Plenty," she came back without missing a beat. "And how many times has your judgment been clouded because you've been caught up with either the image of your kids or some glossed-over love story?"

He shook his head. "You didn't see him crouched over her in that room."

Her eyebrows raised. "And you did?" she scoffed.

"Well, I sure as hell thought I did. I dunno, I mean... my mind was definitely elsewhere, but... he looked distraught, Liv. Really, truly distraught."

Then, as if what he'd said caught up with them, the partners stared at each other, shoulders touching as they both sat leaning forward with their elbows on their thighs. Their faces were mere inches away and Olivia's eyes drifted toward her partner's lips, her own tingling as she remembered what had happened between them not even an hour ago. She swallowed, slowly, and averted her eyes from her partner's, looping her hand around the crook of his arm. "Look... El..."

He covered her hand with his and ducked his head closer to hers, whispering, "Let's not do this here, okay? We'll talk, just... not right now."

Olivia nodded and gave him a sideways glance, one corner of her lips just barely twitching in a smile.


The doctor's voice grabbed their attention and they hurriedly looked around to make sure Carl wasn't within earshot.

As if reading their thoughts, the doctor smiled and informed them, "I had a nurse take him to the cafeteria to get him something to eat."

"Oh." They both almost visibly deflated, the tension leaving their bodies as they stood together, back in detective mode and keeping a respectable distance from one another. Elliot asked, "How is she?"

"She's heading to the O.R. for emergency surgery," they were informed. "She's pretty banged up and we suspect massive internal bleeding. We need to get in there and get a handle on it in order for her to have any kind of a chance."

"What happened?" Olivia furrowed her brows.

"Well, just like with the last girl, she was raped... her ribs were cracked, but much more severely, and it looks like she was nearly strangled. There's a ring around her neck that's already starting to bruise."

"Hands?" Elliot asked next.

The doctor shook her head. "The bruising doesn't fit with manual strangulation. I'd say ligature... rope, more specifically. But we've swabbed her neck just in case. CSU has already taken the rape kit, fingernail scrapings and her clothes back to the lab. They photographed as well."

"Was she drugged?" Olivia's eyes followed the gurney Marissa was on, currently being wheeled down toward the O.R.

"I can't say for sure. We'll have to await the results of the tox screen. For now, our main concern is stopping the bleeding. Whoever cracked her ribs cracked them especially hard -- it may have punctured one or more of her internal organs."

"So what are her chances?" Elliot had to ask. He sensed Olivia behind him, tensing up. She'd gotten close with the girl already.

"Right now, I'd say not great. But I can't say that for sure. We'll know more when she's done in surgery."

Olivia nodded, "Thank you, doctor," and swallowed the lump rising in her throat as Elliot turned to look at her. They watched the doctor walk off before he took a few steps into her.

"Y'alright?" he asked tentatively.

She swallowed hard, again, and cut her eyes to the side. It wasn't easy to miss the tears welling in those bottomless brown eyes of hers. "This is why we're told never to get close to the vic."

"Hey." Despite the current tension between them, he had to assuage some of the guilt his partner was feeling. So he reached out and squeezed her shoulder... shook her a little to draw her attention back to his eyes. He attempted a reassuring smile. "You didn't know. You were just working this case, working with her. She wasn't a victim."

Olivia nodded slowly and folded her arms across her midsection. The walls were going up. Lowly, she replied to him, "She is now," and brushed past him to head for the coffee machine.

Elliot had no choice but to watch her go.


"Hey! How's the dancer?" Munch greeted him on his way into the precinct the exact same way for the second time in the last few days.

Elliot sighed. "She's in surgery; they're trying to stop her from bleeding out. What'd you guys find?"

"Whole shitload o' nothin,'" Fin sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Club pretty much cleared out after word got out about Marissa."

"Get statements from anybody?"

"A couple of our guys did, from a few of the patrons. As usual, nobody saw anything."

"What about Bowers?"

"He split shortly after the commotion started, but I got his plate number. We're runnin' a background check on him right now but nothin's popped up so far."

"CSU guys catch up with you on the stuff they grabbed from the scene and the hospital?"

"We got pictures of the dancer back and they're taking 'em to the club, trying to match the pattern with something there. Hopefully it's not something the killer took with him."

"Whoa, hey." Elliot held up a hand. "Nobody died. Right now, he's our rape suspect."

"Elliot." Munch tilted his head and peered at Elliot over the rims of his glasses. "Massive internal bleeding? Emergency surgery? Face it -- this girl's not gonna make it."

"Don't let Olivia hear you say that," Fin warned him, "Or she'll stomp your ass into the ground."

"Well the sooner Olivia comes to terms with it, the better. She got way too close to the vic this time. I mean, the most we can probably hope for with this girl is maybe a week in a vegetative state before her body finally just gives up."

"Knock it off, Munch," Elliot glared.


He turned over his shoulder to see Cragen in the doorway of his office, gesturing him inside with a jerk of his head. Elliot nodded his acknowledgement before turning back to Munch and Fin. "What's his deal?"

Munch raised his eyebrows briefly. "CSU sent over the surveillance tapes from the club."

"Oh yeah?" Elliot tried to keep his voice level. "They find anything?"

Munch just tilted his head and replied simply, "Yeah. They did."

As if to further clue the detective in, Fin told him, "Better get in there, man. Cragen's waitin' for ya."

Elliot nodded and started off for his C.O.'s office, suddenly feeling like he was walking the plank. His stomach hadn't been in so many knots of nervousness since he was eighteen, awaiting the results of Kathy's pregnancy test. He stepped into Cragen's office. "Wanted to see me, Cap?"

Cragen was behind his desk, closing a file folder, and nodded at the door, voice clipped and short. "Shut the door, detective."

Elliot did as he was told and went further inside, sitting down when commanded to do so. Much like in the hospital, he leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs and rubbed his hands together in the space between his knees. "What's up?"

Cragen raised his eyebrows pointedly. "I received the surveillance tapes from the Pink Flamingo. I was looking for a shot of our perp when I came across this."

Elliot hadn't even noticed he'd been holding a remote in his hand until a TV to one side of his desk came on and Elliot saw a videotape of himself and Olivia playing back at him. He just barely saw his hand start to go up her skirt before he had to look away. That was when Cragen hit pause on the videotape.

"That was as far as I could get too before I started to feel sick to my stomach. Care to explain to me, Detective, what the hell is happening on this tape?" Before Elliot could make so much as a sound, Cragen held up a hand to stop him. "Y'know what, save it. I don't think any kind of explanation is gonna help you at this point."


Cragen leveled him with one look. "Do you have any idea just how important this case is, Elliot? Not just to our squad but to others as well? This is a serial assault case -- one that's very quickly turning into a serial rape." He raised his eyebrows again, pointedly. "Get control of yourselves or I'm splitting the two of you up. For good."


"We're done. You can go." Cragen dismissed him with a wave of his hand before his attention was back on a casefile.

Elliot just nodded slowly, his fate decided for him, and got up to leave. He felt the eyes of Munch and Fin on him as he exited Cragen's office but he refused to look at them... couldn't look at them. He felt his jaw clenching, felt his fists doing the same, and when his phone started to ring and he saw the number, he thought it was his saving grace. "Liv, what's up?"

Or, his saving grace before he heard her voice. "Elliot, you've gotta get down here," she told him quietly, obviously not far out of earshot from Carl. "Marissa's dead."

Elliot closed his eyes, ducked his head, and promised softly, "I'll be right there," before he grabbed his coat and headed out.

He was a fool to think he could be allowed any bit of happiness with Olivia without there being some sort of backlash.

A complete fool.


{x-posted to eoshippers and olivia_elliot}
shimmereeshimmeree on March 18th, 2008 04:18 am (UTC)
Great chap!
a.: cm/mh; are totally doing itregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
Thank you! :)
idharaoidharao on March 18th, 2008 04:25 am (UTC)
Yay first comment!

And Angry!Cragen is teh best. Betcha he watched that video a few times before he called Elliot in. Kept hitting rewind... over and over...


To quote Peter Griffin: Aw, freakin' sweet!
a.: cm/mh; possessionregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
Haha, thanks so much! I LOVE angry!Cragen, especially when it's directed toward Elliot and/or Olivia.
*¨❤¨*Lynn*¨❤¨*: [liv] coffeeiheartnickcath on March 18th, 2008 04:42 am (UTC)
Great update sweetie!
You killed Marissa!! *gasps*
Update soon babes! ♥
a.: mariska; drop-dead gorgeousregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
Thanks so much, sweetie! Glad you liked this.

And yeah, you knew that was coming, didn't you? LOL. I almost chickened out because I actually liked Marissa, and Olivia doesn't get to have a lot of female friends. Alas, she had to be sacrificed for the sake of the plot :D

More soon! ♥
Awesomeness Incarnate: fanficlowbatterie on March 18th, 2008 04:47 am (UTC)
He was a fool to think he could be allowed any bit of happiness with Olivia without there being some sort of backlash.

...*wibble* I hate the backlash. It makes them reluctant to do the ... things they were doing before backlash! Plot development is necessary, I know. But oh noes, Marissa! :(

Aaaand... Liv is gonna be all emo, too. That's not condusive to the sexins!
Hollyhollypop_04 on March 19th, 2008 10:40 am (UTC)
lol your icon...i cant help but think of her reading this story how hilarious would that be..with all the awesome dirty-ness
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Holly: [svu] eo ; elevator sexhollypop_04 on March 18th, 2008 11:16 am (UTC)
EEEEEEEEE story!!!! and i read it the minture i checked my phone lol...OMG i was so hoping they saw the tapes! and they DID! i cant wait for more!!!!!!!!!! brilliant work again
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mediapassmediapass on March 18th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
a.: cm/mh; sweetheartsregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:43 am (UTC)
Y'know, it's funny you should comment with that, because that's the exact face I get everytime I see your icon, LOL. IT IS SO HOT.
applejuicelove: Chrisapplejuicelove on March 18th, 2008 06:08 pm (UTC)
ohhh snap!!! i literally gasped when i read the he saw that tape!!! OH SNAP AGAIN.

i really do love this. sooooo much.
a.: cm/mh; completely enamoredregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:44 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I wasn't planning on introducing the videotapes so early, but the timing seemed just right. Glad you enjoyed :)
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amybeckett: HP: Wickedamybeckett on March 18th, 2008 09:25 pm (UTC)
dun dun dun, love it, evn if it is kind of sad. Great work, I'm suprised Cragen made it that far, maybe the shock/anger dulled him to the intensity?
a.: cm/mh; casualregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:46 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! Glad you liked this, despite the melancholy tone of this chapter.

And the way I perceived the Cragen/videotape thing as I was writing it, is he knew they'd have to "act" for the cameras, but then he'd realize it was going beyond that when El's hand started to go up the skirt. And then that's when the shock/anger would set in.

Anyway, more soon!
Liz, Literary Experiment: crowley and tchaikovskycherryfeather on March 19th, 2008 01:30 am (UTC)
Oh, man. I see the words "surveillance tapes" and my brain screams "CRAP."

Sad and awesome. NOOOOO. NEED MORE.
a.: elliot/olivia; don't want to let goregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:48 am (UTC)
Hahaha! Glad you liked this one! I pulled out the surveillance tape thing quicker than I originally planned, but I figured I could throw a wrench into things early ;)

More soon!
joaninha: just a city girljoaninha on March 19th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
cragen finding out...the tape...their interaction...urgh. too much. brain turning into mush, must beg for more!
a.: elliot/olivia; are each other's typeregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:49 am (UTC)
Haha! Sorry for turning your brain to mush, but I'm glad you liked it all the same ;)

More soon!
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something holy used to love me: Tenhyacinthian on March 19th, 2008 03:14 am (UTC)
Ahhh! I was wondering when the bit with the videotape was going to come up.

*shifts to edge of seat*

More? Pleeeeeeeeease? :D :D
a.: elliot/olivia; a sorta fairytaleregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:50 am (UTC)
Heeee! I actually introduced the tapes earlier than I planned, but I thought it'd be fun to mess things up for them early :D

More of this is on the way soon! ♥

(P.S. I haven't forgotten about your comment on my meme @ my LJ. I'll sneak a peak at it tomorrow!)
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a.: elliot/olivia; synchronicityregalish on March 21st, 2008 01:51 am (UTC)
Seriously, I can't say this enough, but you guys make me feel like a rockstar. That this simple little fic could be the topic of an actual discussion just floors me, and I ♥ you both for making me so ridiculously happy :D
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celinejanewaycelinejaneway on March 23rd, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
Love this fic so much!!! Please keep them coming!!
a.: mariska; has my name on herregalish on March 23rd, 2008 03:16 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! :) More soon!