Sins of the Father

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For SVU, this actually happens after the events of Undercover, and includes elements from the tenth and eighth seasons. And I brought Cabot into the mix. For JAG, this happens around the seventh season and includes elements from the fourth season.

Characters do not belong to me.

Please R&R

Perfection was so sweet and so close. Perfection lay on a bed of roses, her hair splayed across her face in fragile wisps. He watched her chest rise and fall and felt a tingle of ecstasy. It was not love. No, he did not love anyone, nor did anyone love him. But that did not disturb him in the slightest.

He stared intently at her, longing, lusting. It began, and he lost himself in the intensity of the climax. But even then he was removed from his subject. He wanted to be there with her, but it was not possible. After a moment of relief from the darkness that compelled him, he succumbed again to his despair.

All he could do now was wait. Wait for perfection to come again.

xxx

Tuesday 6pm

SVU Squadroom

Those eyes. Fearful, uncertain, tearstained eyes looked up at Olivia, crushing her with the weight of a violent and humiliating rape. The victim, Elizabeth Beyers, hunched over in her chair and wrapped her arms around her protectively. An experienced professional, she had everything going for her until two nights ago, when she was knocked unconscious and raped. She awoke in her car with a pounding headache and no clothes.

Olivia rubbed her forehead and sighed. They were done reliving the nightmare. She put her pencil down among shredded tissues and thumbed the 'stop' button on the tape recorder. "Thank you for coming forward, Elizabeth," she said, compassion emanating in her voice. She covered Elizabeth's cool hand with her warm one.

"Will you find him?" the question hung in the air like a guillotine.

Olivia felt Elizabeth's pain, saw her emotions flicker from outward control to a tense agitated state and back again. With every part of her, she tried to convey strength and reassurance so that Elizabeth would feel safe in trusting her. "We'll do everything we can," she said. She looked out the window into the squadroom to see Captain Cragen watching, he gestured for her to come over.

"I'll be right back," she said to Elizabeth. She stood up and walked to the door and then paused. "Can I get you something? Tea? Coffee?"

"Tea would be nice, thank you." Elizabeth managed a grateful smile.

"Okay."

Walking out, Olivia nodded to her Captain, "What's up?"

Cragen gave Olivia a sympathetic glance. "We got a lead from the canvass, Elliot's picking him up now," he put his hands in his pockets and leaned against one of the battered desks of the squadroom.

"It's too bad she showered, if we had some samples, we could nail this bastard."

"CSU is going over her car, I'm sure they'll find something." Cragen said. "Do you think she can ID her attacker?"

Olivia wasn't sure. "I don't know." She looked back up at her Captain, "She came to partway through the rape when he was on top of her, but she was vague on the details, caucasian, light hair, blue or green eyes-"

A sharp click-clack of heels on the linoleum floor caught her attention and Olivia looked over her boss to see ADA Alex Cabot approach, her blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders as she strode toward them. "I heard we have a suspect in custody?" she asked.