Betrayal In The First Degree
Hi everyone! Glad to see the summary caught your attention. Honestly, it was about two in the morning when I came up with the idea for this. I was just bored and this seemed like a fun story line to explore. I had the best time writing this, so I hope you all like it too.
Just a few things before I let you go, at the beginning of each chapter I'll probably put some song lyrics. Also, each chapter (except for the first one) will be in the first person point of view of one of the SVU cast members. Direct thoughts are in italics as are dreams, memories, and stressed words. Well, I think that's it. So without further ado, here's Betrayal In The First Degree.
Chapter 1 Epilogue
Is anybody listening?
Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
Cuz I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening?
I'm lost here
I can't make it on my own
I don't want to die alone
I'm so scared
Holding onto everything I know
Need some help…
John Munch sighed as he sat down on his couch in his living room. Another day, another long night, he thought. It was about two in the morning and he still had his clothes on that he'd been wearing that day. He'd gotten off work at a reasonable hour. What kept him up was the case he had to work on. It was the kind that always kept him up at night. A young girl's naked body found completely mutilated and tossed in a Dumpster. Their last lead had just been blown out of the water.
Just as John opened a newspaper and began scanning the sections, he heard someone knocking on his door. He instinctively went for his gun, not knowing anyone who'd be at his house at two in the morning.
Keeping it at his side in case it was nothing, he advanced towards the door. Just as suddenly as it had started, the knocking ceased. Though it might have reassured most people, it only worried John more. As his free hand wrapped around the cold doorknob, he thought he heard a sobbing noise. Jerking the handle towards him, he came face to face with Olivia.
Though it was dark, there was no missing the cuts and abrasions covering her face. The blood on her cheeks was running in rivers down her face, mixing with the tears she was crying.
John's mouth moved to form the words "what happened," but before he could speak, Olivia fell into his arms, sobs shaking her body.
"Liv, what happened?" John put his arms around her shoulders.
"How could he?" She managed to choke out despite the fact that her face was buried in his shoulder.
"Liv, honey, what happened?" He repeated.
Olivia didn't say anything, though another set of tremors shook through her.
"Come here baby." John led her into his living room, getting her out of the cold. He closed the door behind them. Letting Olivia lean on him, he walked her over to his couch and sat down with her. "It's okay Liv. Calm down, I'm here." Olivia's cries slowed down, becoming softer as John held her in his arms. "Liv?" John whispered, trying to get her to calm down enough to tell him what happened. "What happened?" He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back, far enough that he could see her face. Her eyes were bright red and puffy, tear stains covering her face.
"He raped me John!" She wailed, the tears starting up again. "He raped me…"
John's grip on her tightened as soon as she spoke. He let her fall back into his arms again. "Shh, don't worry Liv baby, I'm here. It'll be okay."
"But how…" Fin's voice caught in his throat, rendering him speechless for one of the first times in his life. His face was pale and he looked like he was going to be sick.
Munch bit the side of his tongue, trying to choke his anger down before he released it on Fin. "Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is what she told me before completely falling apart."
Fin opened his mouth as if to speak, but footsteps running down the hall stopped him. As the noise got closer, Fin and Munch saw Elliot running towards them, breathless. He'd obviously been running a while.
"I got here as soon as I heard!" He was panting as he finally stopped in front of his fellow detectives. "Is she okay?" Elliot reached out to grab the doorknob when Munch walked in front of him, forcefully shoving his hand down. His jaw was locked in anger, as were his eyes on Elliot.
Fin, reluctantly following suit, stood next to his partner, his eyes not meeting Elliot's.
"What's going on?" Elliot's gaze glanced from Munch, to Fin, back to Munch, and so on a few times. "Can't I see her?"
"No." Munch's tone was cold and harsh.
"What is it?" His eyes flickered of concern and fret, making it even harder for Fin to believe what Munch had told him.
"You can't go in there man," Fin answered, looking up at him.
"I'd think you'd know that," Munch spat at him. "Considering."
"Considering what?" Elliot was completely bewildered by Fin and Munch's behavior. Something wasn't right.
"Considering the fact that she says you raped her!" Munch growled, lunging at Elliot.