Songs in the Key of E & O Minor

Hello peeps! I'm trying my hand at another story, thanks to all who read Dangerously in Love and Bad Girl. Here's the set up: Elliot and Olivia went to high school together, go their separate ways, then meet back up several years later as partners in the SVU. Sounds farfetched, I know, but I figure if I can make up a story where Olivia is a serial killer, then this can't be that much worse. I also want each chapter to be inspired by certain song lyrics (hence the title Songs in the Key of E&O Minor that I ripped off of Alicia Keys and Stevie Wonder). I saw another author try this and I wanted to try my hand at it. I'm a big music buff and I LOVE songfics. Enough rambling! Read on.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Law & Order characters, just the ones I make up. Also, I have never been to Lewiston, NY, I just researched populations and it stuck out to me. If my "vision" of the town is off, I sincerely apologize. But that's why we call it fiction. Lyrics from "Fallen" by Sarah McLachlan

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I've held so dear.

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

I looked at the blood seeping through my fingers. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe I had done it, that we had done it. Just as planned. Just as we said we would.

"You have to go now," she whispered harshly, her voice betraying her fear. She pushed him roughly, as if her might was enough to propel him away from the field, away from the horrible act. Elliot stumbled, his right foot catching on a dead shrub.

"What are you going to do? You can't just stay here," he snapped back in his own whisper. It occurred to him that the whispering was most likely unnecessary. They were the only ones out in the night. The nearest occupied farmhouse was more than six miles away.

She hesitated, looking at the ground, at the prone figure who stared sightlessly back up at her. She shuddered visibly, wrapping her arms around her body tightly, trying desperately to find warmth that would never come. "I…feel like someone should call the police…I should call 911."

Elliot stared at her unbelieving. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? We have to stick to the plan!"

Death has a smell. It's strong. They never talked about this in church. Did they know? Should I tell my priest? I wonder what he would say?

She was white as a sheet. She looked up at the sky. No chance of her getting to heaven. Ever. "Maybe if I say that…I was taking a walk through the field…and I found him…"

Elliot shook his head hard. "No," he said firmly. "We leave. Now."

Olivia nodded her head, her thoughts clearing. She noticed the blood on Elliot, on his hands, face, clothes…Jerkily she looked down at her own body. Blood was everywhere.

"Oh my God…Oh my…" she cried.

Elliot grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. Startled, she fell silent.

"Listen to me," Elliot demanded, his voice again a whisper. "We'll go to jail…they'll kill us, give us the death penalty...our lives will be ruined…we're only seventeen."

He felt a foreign sensation. Fear. Repulsion. Regret. He thought they were doing the right thing…did they mess up? Did they do something they couldn't undone?

Olivia stared into his eyes. This boy who grew up down the street from her, three houses down. So different than her, only six months ago he didn't even like her. Never gave her the time of day. Yet here he was. Her savior. Her fellow sinner.

"Why Elliot?"

He knew what she was asking. "Because I had to."

We are murderers. We took a man's life tonight.

With that thought, he turned and left the field, she following close behind.