Away Goes The Night- An SVU story

A Bitter Lesson

This can't be happening. God must be punishing me. It can't be Noah. He's supposed to be sleeping at home arguing with me. Not stuck in my interrogation room, like some sick perp. Maybe it all was a huge misunderstanding. Was he getting bullied at school? Maybe someone felt petty at him and decided to put his name in their wallet to frame him. 

*Sigh. Get yourself together Liv*

I was sitting in my office, head in my hands. It's not even 5:00 am, and I'm at the office with my son in the next interrogation room adjacent to my office. Never in a million years would I have anticipated that my son, the sweet loving, little boy would end up on the opposite side of the law.

A light tap sounded at my door

"It's open." I weakly replied, trying to hold my composure. 

"Hey baby girl, how are you holding up?"

"Other than the fact my son might have had something to do with the rape of Cammy Diaz, and his off the charts behavior, I'm doing just peachy." Replied a very sarcastic Liv.

"I know Liv, and I'm sorry."

"Anyway what am I going to do?"

"Well Chief-"

"Chief Garland told you I better stay of this case."

Find looked guilty before sadly nodding. 

"I know the drill. Listen did the hospital call back?"

"Rollins is there with her. She'll probably call you soon."

"Okay."

"Look I'm going to try to mentally prepare myself to interrogate my nephew. And I'll try not to be to harsh on him, but he's just like any other suspect. Rape is something that truly disgusts me, and not something I take lightly."

"Okay Fin, but please he's my son too."

"I know."

None of the detectives wanted to question the Captains son. But he was at the crime scene. They didn't want to interrogate the one person that all of them saw as their son, and not just Liv's. As she looked off into space, she quietly pleaded with god. 

She heard the door slam, and in went Fin.

FINS POV:

"Noah, it's uncle Fin. I need you to wake up."

"Where am I?"

"Um you in an interrogation room."

"Oh."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Let's hope not."

I was mentally cursing myself. I really hated to do this to someone I loved. But we needed to be sure. 

"Okay so here's what we are playing with. You are being investigated for the rape of Cammy Diaz. Now, I just need your alibi, and whereabouts, okay? Think you can do that for me?"

"Fine."

"Where were you the night of September 14th around 1 to 2 am?"

"I was sleeping."

"Okay. So your telling me that you were nowhere near Cammy's house?"

"Wait Cammy?"

"Yes do you know something?"

"Yeah she was throwing a little get together."

"So you were there?"

"I guess."

Man, it was getting to be to early for this kind of bullshit. I was starting to get annoyed.

"What do you mean 'I guess'?"

"Wait did my asshole of a mother put you up to this?"

"Woah woah, first of all we don't call anyone an asshole. And another thing, we are not talking about her, we are talking about you."

"Fine, I might of been there. But I did not rape anybody okay?"

"Okay lets stick with that. How did your wallet get there?"

"Uhhh I might have dropped that."

"If you said that you were no where near the body, how could you of dropped it?"

"I don't goddamn remember okay!" He spat. 

"WELL THEN REMEMBER."

"I don't know uncle okay?"

I wiped my face before speaking to him gravely.

"Kid, do you know what CSU found in the house?"

"No."

"They found drugs, and alcohol. And they sent fingerprints to the lab, and all of them came back to you."

"Okay there were illegal substances in the house, I admit that."

"That alone son, could get you, if convicted 4 to 10 years locked up in the tombs. A felony Drug offense Noah! A felony Drug offense."

"Okay but it's not my fault, okay I did not ask for drugs and shit to be there."

"I know, but what were you thinking? Your the son of a goddamn captain!"

"Would you treat me like this if I weren't?"

"Look we are talking about the possibility of you rapping someone, okay?"

"Fine. You want to talk about Cammy?" 

"Do I look like a damn fool that's playing around?"

"Fine, she wanted it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it was her party for one, and she seemed okay that there was alcohol and drugs and shit there. She wanted to do shots. She wore a skirt that showed off her ass, so technically she was asking for it. I promise it was all consensual."

"Was she conscious enough to consent to that?"

"Nah, but I could tell."

"Okay thanks."

"Can I go?"

"Let me talk to your mom, and we will see."

"Okay thanks."

Sorry its short, I promise longer next time:)