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Distorted Ambience	By : SisterWine Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Medical Examiner Building
6:10 PM
Dr. Warner made some notes on a sample of blood that she observed through the microscope, in her office, while waiting for the two detectives to arrive. She was busy writing when the door opened and Olivia stepped in followed by Elliot. Turning around and clearing her throat, she set her pen down next to the pad of paper beside the microscope and guided them over to where the partially nude body of Dallas Campbell lay on an examining table. "There's some blunt force contusions on the right side of his head, possibly from a circular metal object. He was bludgeoned several times with it, as well as suffering from trauma to the abdomen and chest. At least three broken ribs and one punctured lung, in the scuffle. Bruising about the ribs has some old discolouration as well as new." She paused to turn their attention from his pale but hairy chest, to the back of his right hand, lifting it to show the bruises and gashes on the man's knuckles and fingertips. "No tissue under the nails but I did find some dark fibres and specks of blood droplets on the tips of his forefinger and thumb. A switchblade was recovered close to the body so, Campbell got in some defense as well as attack moves with his attacker."
"Any skin cells on the blade?" Elliot asked as he examined Campbell's right hand.
Shaking her head, Warner replaced the hand to the man's side. "The weapon landed in a puddle, which washed away any evidence on the blade. I did find a bigger blood stain on his shirt sleeve and I'm running a sample test now. So far, all I can tell you is that Campbell got in some swings before he was killed. Your attacker probably has a few bruises and cuts to match the victim. I'm placing time of death between five and six this morning."
Olivia sighed and shifted from one foot to the other. "There goes our main suspect in the beatings."
"One more thing," Warner had turned to walk back to her desk and then stopped to turn back around to speak to the two detectives, "Campbell had sex before he died. Probably not consensual, or if it was, it was very very rough intercourse. Anal tearing, bruising where the perp pulled the posteriour apart and shoved himself in." Her tone had been slightly monotonous as if she hadn't found the reveal interesting yet, she had been very interested in the fact that Campbell had the status of being the agressour in his assaults.
Olivia's brow furrowed as she eyed the man, lying on the table. Taking a step forward to ask her question, Elliot raised the sheet to the man's right hip and leant over to get a closer look at the bruising mark of a distorted handprint left on the man's bumcheek. "Any sign of semen?"
Melinda shook her head again and glanced over at Elliot, still studying the man's hip. "No. The perp was careful and used a condom. I found spermicide around the anus."
Elliot straightened and replaced the sheet. "Any workable prints from the bruising?"
"No. I am having a colleague of mine join me for another method on how to lift prints from skin. I'll keep you posted. I am marking it as the intercourse happened after the first beating that caused the bruising to his torso and broken ribs, and before he was stabbed." Melinda turned and continued back to her desk as Elliot and Olivia gave Dallas one last look before thanking her and leaving the room.
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The Candied Apple
7:25 PM
Elliot stepped into the noisy club, scanning the crowd for Jonah Reese but finding someone else instead, sitting at the bar, off to the far right side of the room. The younger man was sitting on a stool and talking with someone while inching coyly closer to that person. Elliot had a hard time seeing the other man as the crowd blocked his view. The crowd parted as the other man leaned in and kissed a young man with short dark hair. Suddenly, the other's man's face became visible as the kiss ended and he pulled back to smile and reach for his drink, that sat neglected on the bar. Removing his mobile from his pocket and dialing Fin's number, he quickly let the other detective know that he hadn't found Reese, and that he'd be out in a few minutes. Fin called back a minute later and updated him that Jonah Reese had been spotted at another club a few blocks away and he was heading over to meet Munch and Olivia there. "I'll uh, be right there." He hadn't taken his eyes off of the young man at the bar.
Erik sipped at his drink and licked his lips, tasting the young man that he had mingled tongues with. His eyes were fixed on the tanned man beside him that now ran a hand along his chest and played with the buttons that held the white cotton material together. Setting the glass down and covering the man's hand with his, they kissed again and giggled as Erik tickled the younger man with a whisper of intimacy. Another kiss as Erik placed his hands at the man's waist and gently pulled him closer as their tongues sparred playfully. The roar of the music and noise from the other patrons drowned the footsteps that came closer and the soft "ahem" of the man that now stood in front of them and feigned disappointment at the scene he had witnessed.
"There you are! You said you were coming home an hour ago." Elliot's voice carried above the music. His words gained a spark of panic as Erik pulled away from the kiss and stared at Elliot in shock. He had hoped that Erik would catch on and not give him away and much to his surprise, the young counselour did just that.
Not sure what to say that wouldn't either cause Elliot to cringe or get Erik into anymore trouble, Erik thought of a neutral answer, though, he was slightly excited to hear Elliot use a relationship with Erik as an instant cover, instead of addressing himself as a cop. As he was about to explain that it was complicated, Elliot had relieved him of embarrassment. Erik cleared his throat and tossed a bored look over at the detective. "I didn't realise you were still keeping me on a clock."
Looking from one to the other, the prospective boyfriend stood up and backed up a step. Eyes widened as he looked back at Erik and pointed to Elliot with drink in hand. "You know him?" He quickly recovered and tossed Elliot a competitive look.
"He's..." Erik started.
Elliot smiled and placed an arm around Erik's shoulders while moving closer to him and throwing the other man a taunting look. "I'm his boyfriend."
Erik stared unamused at Elliot, who winked back at him. "Ex." Looking back at the young man and trying to reassure him that he and Elliot were not together, he mouthed the words to "I'll call you later" as the handsome man flashed Erik a smile and turned to give one last glance over at Elliot, making sure the muscular detective wasn't brow-beating him with possessiveness over Erik, and turned and hurried off into the crowd. Erik sighed, feeling defeated. Looking back at his glass on the bar, Erik picked it up and took a gulp before speaking again. "Now, I know you're stalking me, Elliot. My pop put you up to this little joke or did you just think of it to ruin my dignity even further?" Taking the last gulp of his drink and setting the empty glass down on the bar, he hadn't looked back to Elliot as the detective sat on the stool next to him.
Elliot took note of Erik's lack of attention toward him as the counselour tried to hide both his excitement at the scene but also his disappointment of possibly getting lucky. "It goes a little deeper than that, actually." Looking around them for uninvited ears, he leaned in and lowered his voice as he explained. "Looking for someone dangerous, in here. Someone who knew Campbell."
Looking up from staring at the empty glass on the countre, Erik's brow furrowed as he turned to look at the man beside him. "In here?" Feeling a little crushed that Stabler had an ulteriour motive to see him, Erik sighed and brushed it off, reminding himself that Elliot was a married man and he shouldn't be jealous. Yet, he was hurt with the admission.
Elliot nodded.
"And here I thought you had feelings for me." Erik looked past Elliot and caught the eye of the bartendre, standing at the opposite end of the bar, talking to someone, as he motioned for another drink.
As the bartendre came closer to fill Erik's tumbler, Elliot placed a hand over the glass and made eye contact with the man. "He's done. I'm taking him home." He reached for his wallet and laid a twenty dollar bill on glass as he waved Erik to stand up and led him out of the club.
As they made it past the door, and heard it slam shut behind them, Erik stopped and turned to glare at the detective. "What the Hell was all that about?"
Elliot raked his front teeth over his bottom lip and looked around them before thinking of how to answer. "This isn't the place for this conversation." He grabbed Erik by the arm and turned him to walk over to Elliot's car. Hurrying across the street, he opened the door to the backseat and waved Erik inside, first. Catching an angry glance from Matthews, he exhaled as he climbed in after the younger man and shut the door behind him. "Dallas Campbell is dead. Killed outside the club, this morning."
"You think I did it?"
"No. I just had to get you outta there." Elliot shifted on the seat to face Erik.
Erik sighed deeply, trying not to let his anger show. "Why? The abuser is dead so, you're going to stop me from living the rest of my life, doing the things I like?" Again, he was unamused at the detective's antics without explanation and was ready to open the door next to him and step out of the car. "Stay away from me, Detective Stabler. Your captain will be notified in the morning." Erik reached for the handle as Elliot placed a hand on his left arm to halt him.
"Campbell is dead and we believe his old cellmate might be involved." Shifting again, Elliot took a deep breath before beginning again. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing had come to him. He closed his mouth and looked away, feeling Erik's eyes stare at him. "I just uh, wanted to make sure you were safe."
Bowing his head and shaking it, Erik looked away to stare out the window of the passenger door on his side. "That's it, huh? You wanted to make sure I was 'safe', or alone? I'm not attached to anyone, Detective. I have no wife or husband I'm cheating on. I'm just moving forward with my life."
"You're also drunk, and that's your car in the parking lot. I can't let you drive while intoxicated." Both men were silent for a long moment before Elliot shifted again, this time sliding closer to Erik. "Look, I was there to get someone very dangerous out of there before something else happened but, I got a call that he was at another club. I saw you slammin' them back and couldn't let you do something you might regret later."
Turning to look at Elliot, controlling his anger, Erik just wanted to get out of the car and go home. "I can sure pick 'em, can't I?" He was silent for another moment before turning and opening the door. "Good night, Detective Stabler." Erik opened the door and started to step out of the car when Elliot grabbed his arm.
"I can't let you drive."
Erik inhaled and held his breath in anger. "Fine. Call a cab. Figuring that you're as anal as my brother," reaching into his pocket and removing his car keys, he dropped them onto the seat between them, "here's my keys. I should warn you, I did pick up a few things from Jake. I do know how to hotwire my own vehicle. Maybe you should arrest me now and keep me from getting back to my own life, huh?" His expression silently dared Elliot to speak but the man said nothing, only stared calmly back at him. Pulling his leg back in and shutting the door, he sighed. "Fine. Take me home, warden." With hands in his lap and a blank stare at the back of the headrest, in front of him, Erik had become bored with the tet a tet game he and Elliot were playing.
Silently, Elliot climbed out of the backseat and slid into the driver's seat and shut the door.
"By the way, I only had two."

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When Elliot finally arrived at the club across town, "The Purple Light", he quietly made his way over to where Olivia and Fin were standing, just outside the club's front door. The club had been partitioned with yellow police tape and patrol cars with their lights on. "What'd I miss?"
"Jonah Reese tried to take out a few patrons before he was subdued. Munch is escorting him to the hospital. He was shot twice in the leg and two others were caught in the crossfire." Olivia gave him a recap as she stepped aside for the club door to open and the captain to step out after taking inside witness statements. "He'll live but one patron is dead and the other is in critical condition. What happened to you?"
Taking a deep breath in attempt to digest the information, Elliot nervously shifted before answering. "I had to take a drunk counselour home. He's not very happy with me, at the moment."
Fin ended the call he had received from Munch as Elliot walked up. "That was Munch. Doctors say Reese'll be fine but he's not talking. Other man caught in the crossfire died two minutes ago."
Silence fell over the group before Cragen spoke up. "Alright, Liv, Elliot, notify the families. Fin, IAB is ready for your statement." He watched as Fin turned to walk over to where two agents stood next to a squad car before waiting for Olivia to walk away so he could have a word with Elliot. "Everything okay?"
"Yea, Captain."
"I'm concerned that you're spending too much time with Erik Matthews. It's not my place to get into your business but he's not the focus of this investigation anymore. Everything alright at home?" Cragen stepped closer to make their talk more private.
Elliot shifted agian. "Captain, I was already inside when I got the call Reese was here. I saw Matthews having a little too much to drink and offered him a ride home. He's not too happy with me but, I couldn't let him drive after having a few."
Cragen nodded and excused him to join Olivia, who was waiting at the car she had taken with Munch. As he watched the two detectives drive away, he began thinking about Elliot's mental state and why he was so interested in taking care of the young counselour. Putting the instance out of his mind, he followed the car with Fin in it, down to IAB offices to support his detective. He knew Fin wouldn't act out of desperation and would try not to involve civilians but also knew Jonah Reese was a dangerous man and would prefer to take down as many innocent people as possible.
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