Celebrity

Summary: Sequel to "The Replacement." Munch is on desk duty. Now the detectives have a case of standard he said she said. A woman shows up at the station house claiming two celebrities raped her and hit her. Are they really guilty? Or is she making up the entire thing in a fit of jealousy? R&R, I'll review your stuff if you review mine.

Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns it all...That bastard! I wish I owned it all. If I did, you would be seeing these stories every Tuesday. Hey speaking of Tuesday, did anyone see last week's episode, god when I wasn't laughing at how stupid those neo-Nazis sounded, I wanted to hit them for what they said to my favorite characters! It was so funny when Munch was shot in the ass, and he was sitting in the hospital and he tells Fin to kiss it to make it better! Lol. Oh yeah, story.

In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who handle these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.

SVU squad room

16th precinct

Tuesday, April 21.

Cameron and Fin sit at their desks finishing off their paperwork from the Larkman case. A young woman in her twenties walks into the room. She had a black eye and her hair was matted. Her mascara was running down her cheeks from excessive crying. Cameron looked up.

"Can I help you?" she asked. The woman started to cry.

"I was just raped!" she fell to her knees. Cameron jumped up, ran over to her and put her arms around the girl as she sobbed. Cameron looked desperately over at Fin as she rocked the girl back and forth.

"Call El and Liv." Fin nodded.

The phone rang. Olivia turned on the light next to her bed and grabbed her cell phone. The sheets were covering most of her body. "Benson." she was silent as she listened to what Fin had to say. "Alright, I'll be right there." She hung up the phone. She looked down at herself to realize she was naked. She thought for a moment trying to remember the events from last night. She looked next to her to find her partner, naked, asleep. In her bed.

Oh dear god.

Another phone rang. Elliot shook awake as he went to answer the phone. "Stabler," he said into his phone. He paused to listen. "Alright, I'll be there soon." He put the phone down. He stretched. It was then that he realized that he wasn't in his bed. He looked over to see Olivia staring at him wide-eyed. Elliot jumped and fell off the bed. Olivia looked over the side to see Elliot lying flat on his stomach, butt naked. Olivia jerked back on the bed, turning away from her partner. Elliot stood up. Olivia couldn't resist, she looked. Elliot looked down and realized he was nude. His hand quickly covered his penis. He tried to act cool but truthfully he was freaking out. He turned around. He searched the floor for his underwear. He couldn't find it. The door was open so he walked into the living room. His shirt was in the doorway, pants on the kitchen table, his underwear on the couch. He nodded his head and walked towards the couch. Olivia's ripped bra hung over the coffee table.

He put on his underwear as Olivia walked out wearing a bed sheet toga. They didn't look at each other as they collected their clothes. When they were nearly dressed, they finally spoke.

"Nothing happened," Olivia started. She put on a fresh blouse. The one she had worn last night no longer had buttons. Elliot was a bit aggressive.

"Yeah," Elliot agreed. "Yeah, I mean, we were just really drunk and I stayed over just in case." He pulled his pants up. "Yeah."

"Yeah." Olivia turned to see Elliot's bare back as he put on the tee shirt he had worn over. "Yeah, um, that couch is really hard," she stopped, cursing at herself at her choice of words. "Uncomfortable. And we, uh. Got hot," she paused again. "I mean heated," she paused again. "The heat's broken. The room was boiling."

"Yeah." Elliot lifted his shirt over his head. Only one thought came to his mind.

He just raped his partner.