Disclaimer: Everything (and everyone) belongs to Dick Wolf. *sigh*
A/O is already established in this one. Enjoy!
Olivia awoke to a gentle shaking of her shoulders in the middle of the night. "Liv," a soft voice whispered in her ear. "Your phone's ringing."
Olivia rolled over. "I'm tired; let me sleep," she tried to say, but it came out more like, "Um tuh, lemme see."
Alex gently rubbed her back. "I know, love, but you've got to get up. Your phone."
Then Alex's words registered and she opened her eyes. "Gimme," she murmured sleepily. Alex obediently held the phone to her girlfriend's ear, and Olivia said, "Benson."
"Liv? It's Elliot. We caught a case. Six-year-old boy molested by his foster parents. Meet you at Mercy General in ten."
Olivia was fully awake by now and jumped out of bed. "Yeah. See you in ten." She dropped the phone and pulled on a pair of jeans. "Sorry, Alex. We caught a case. I'll see you later."
Alex smiled and gave her a kiss. "Love you, Liv."
"Love you, too." Olivia threw on a sweatshirt and hailed a cab to the hospital.
Ten minutes later, she met Elliot at Mercy General. A nurse told them what room the boy was in and they located it.
They went inside and saw a little boy with sandy hair and big blue eyes lying on the bed, looking absolutely terrified.
Olivia sighed and perched on the edge of the child's bed. "Hey, sweetie. My name's Olivia and this is Elliot. We're police officers and we're here to help you. What's your name?"
"Joshua," whispered the boy, his eyes still wide with fear. He scooted away from Olivia to the other side of his bed.
"Hi, Joshua," said Olivia gently. "So can you tell us what happened today?"
He shook his head, two tears leaking from his eyes like large wet pearls. He looked at Elliot and started to tremble.
Olivia understood. "Elliot's going to leave for a bit, okay? It's just going to be you and me and we're going to talk."
He nodded slightly, and Elliot said, "I'll be just outside."
Olivia waited until Elliot had left before turning back to Joshua. "I know this is very, very difficult, Joshua, but I need you to be brave for me. Can you tell me what happened?"
Joshua took a deep breath and burst into tears. Olivia patiently waited until his sobs subsided, and sure enough, he said quietly, "Marcus touched my wee-wee and Lia took pictures."
Olivia nodded. "Okay. Was this the first time they did that?"
Joshua shook his head and started crying again. "Uh uh. But last night Emma saw them."
"Marcus and Lia's daughter. Their real daughter, not like me. She's a grownup."
"Thank you for telling me this, Joshua," said Olivia softly. "You're very brave and I want you to know that no matter what anyone told you, none of this is your fault. What they did to you was wrong."
Joshua nodded through his tears. "I don't want to go back there, 'Livia! Please don't make me go back there!"
"Don't worry. You won't have to go back there ever again," Olivia assured him. Then she sighed. "Okay, sweetie, I'm going to let you get some rest. I'll come back to see you tomorrow, okay?"
He nodded and let out a shuddering breath. "Okay."
Olivia offered him a smile, then left the room.
Elliot was waiting for her. "Did he tell you anything?"
She nodded. "His foster father molested him and his foster mother took pictures of it. Apparently, it wasn't the first time, last night the foster parents' biological daughter saw it and called it in. We need to talk to her."
"Poor kid," said Elliot sympathetically. "He's been in and out of foster homes since he was five months old. His mother died in a car accident and there's no father on the birth certificate. He's been in twelve foster homes and three group homes since then."
"He's been through a lot," agreed Olivia. "Let's go talk to the bio daughter."
Emma Dillon was sitting in an interrogation room thirty minutes later. "So, Ms. Dillon," said Elliot. "What happened last night?"
The woman looked uncomfortable. "I got home from university for the weekend yesterday. I was watching television when I heard screaming. I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong, so I went into Joshua's room. He was naked and Dad was . . . touching him and Mom was taking pictures." She folded her hands in her lap and lowered her eyes.
"Have you ever seen them do anything like this before – to Joshua, to any other foster kids?"
Emma shook her head. "Joshua's their only foster kid. They love him. I don't know what happened last night."
"Had they ever abused you, Ms. Dillon?" asked Olivia gently.
Emma snapped her head up. "No! How dare you suggest such a thing? My parents aren't like that!"
"Okay," said Olivia. "How often are you home?"
"And you've never seen anything like this before?"
Emma shook her head. "They love that kid and he loves them. My dad took him out to see Transformers last weekend and they had a great time."
"Tell me about Joshua."
Emma shrugged. "He's a happy kid. He loves dinosaurs, Transformers, Pokémon. He's just learning to read and Mom reads with him sometimes. He likes Robert Munsch's books best, and he likes The Land Before Time. I used to watch those movies when I was a kid."
Elliot sighed and nodded. "Thank you for talking to us, Ms. Dillon." He handed her his business card. "Please call us if you think of anything else." When Emma left, Elliot turned to Olivia. "The foster parents are in interrogation rooms now. Should we go talk to them or let them stew?"
"Let them stew," decided Olivia. "For now."
"Yes, boss," said Elliot, following her into the squad room. "You know, it's pretty cut and dry. The doctors collected the physical evidence of molestation and the kid's given us his story and the daughter caught them in the act. It doesn't get much better than that."
Olivia shook her head in disbelief. "I don't get how she can still stand up for them when she saw what they did with her own two eyes."
Elliot shrugged. "Denial runs pretty deep. But these two are going down. Why don't you call Cabot and get a warrant to search their house for videos or pictures? Then we can get them for possession of child pornography too. I'll bet Cabot can get an indictment by this evening."
Olivia obediently took out her cell phone and dialed Alex's number. She answered on the first ring with a crisp, "Cabot."
"Hey, Alex. It's me," said Olivia. "Business related," she added when Alex didn't say anything. "We need a warrant to search Marcus and Lia Dillon's place." She filled Alex in on the case and Alex said she would have the warrant within the hour.
She and Elliot drove to the Dillon apartment, which was a small, poorly-kept place in a bad part of the city. In the master bedroom, Olivia found what they were looking for: the camera that contained most of these pictures, three pornographic videos in which Joshua "performed," and a computer that the Dillons had been too stupid (or cocky) to password protect.
"God, I love stupid perps," crowed Elliot as he packed up the evidence. "They make our job so much easier."
Olivia smirked. "Don't get used to it."
"Yeah. If all criminals were this stupid, we wouldn't have jobs."
Hmm . . . so should I continue with this? Review if you want chapter two!