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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Keyes gave a bored sigh as he was brought into the interrogation room. "I don't want to waste time here. I waive my right to counsel, and I confess to the murders, rapes, and so on," Keyes said simply. "As for the DNA, I left it on the last guy- I forgot his name- to force your hand. You cops are awfully slow when it comes to tracking people- I'm not sure you ever would have found me otherwise," Eric whined.
Elliot didn't bother hiding his disgust and hatred towards him. "Why exactly did you torture, rape and kill all those men, and why did you try to kill George?" Elliot hissed.
"The others, I didn't really have a reason for. But Huang… he pissed me off. I hate shrinks."
Elliot snarled. "So you torture him and almost kill him? That's your idea of what should happen to him for trying to help your sorry ass?" Keyes shrugged nonchalantly.
"Where are the others?" Elliot asked lowly.
"What's in it for me if I tell you?" Keyes retorted.
Someone knocked on the window of the interrogation room. Elliot walked out.
"Just to make our case even more bulletproof, we should have George come down here and identify him. If he makes a positive ID, I'll make a deal with Keyes. Leave him alone for now," Alex said. Elliot nodded and pulled out his phone as he walked to the bunks.
George sighed when he heard his cell phone ring. "Yeah?" he answered.
"George, we found him. We just need you to come down and pick him out of a line up."
"Really?" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Yeah," Elliot said, even though a reply was superfluous. "I'll be there to pick you up soon."
George sighed and started to get ready. He didn't want to wear anything as informal as a t-shirt, but he didn't feel up to a suit either. Finally he decided on a pair of slacks and a sweater. He walked over to the door of the apartment and waited for Elliot.
He shifted restlessly. He didn't want to see any of his attacker's faces again, under any circumstances- including identifying them in a line-up. He didn't even want to see them if it was at their sentencing. But he knew he'd have to.
Elliot started to open the door. George rushed out. "Let's just get this over with."
"Wait a second, doc," Elliot said. He set his hands on George's shoulders. "Are you alright? Do you feel ready to do this?"
"No. But there's nothing I can do," George said with a resigned sigh.
Elliot wrapped an arm around George's waist. "They'll be in jail soon, George. And then you can start to heal. It'll be fine."
"Yeah. I guess," George said with a forced, strained smile.
They walked over and sat in Elliot's car. Elliot turned the heater on and set a hand on George's knee. George flinched, but tried to cover it up. Elliot didn't comment on it, not wanting to embarrass George.
"So what do you want to do after the line-up?" Elliot asked to distract them both.
"I don't know. Maybe we could go on a long drive or something," George said. Elliot could tell that George was trying not to feel anxious.
"George, you obviously know from experience that he won't be able to attack you, but just keep reminding yourself of that, anyway. And if you have a panic attack, I can bring you back home before anyone notices. Even if they do notice, it's not like they'll think anything less of you. They probably expect it, actually, considering all you've been through."
"I know. I just can't stop the fear. He…" George trailed off. Elliot squeezed his knee gently.
Elliot parked and they got out of the car. George shivered as they walked into the squad room. It didn't feel the same- it felt ominous and foreboding now. He was definitely on the wrong side of the fence. He would normally walk either to his office or to the corkboard to explain something to the detectives.
He glanced at the board and winced as he caught a glimpse of the pictures of his injuries. He hadn't realized how grotesque his injuries had been. He knew they'd been awful, and the injuries had hurt enough to make him believe it, but he didn't expect them to look that ugly. There were dark, swollen bruises, large- albeit shallow- lacerations, and countless other cringe inducing wounds.
Elliot followed his gaze to the pictures and let out an almost inaudible "ah." He walked over to the board and took the pictures down, glaring at a group of rookie cops who were almost certainly responsible for the blunder. He walked back to George as soon as the cops saw him and mumbled some words George couldn't hear.
He then gave George a look of utmost concern. George was still amazed that Elliot could be so angry at everyone else one minute, but worried, protective and affectionate to him the next. It felt nice, though.
"It's fine, Elliot," George insisted quietly.
"Still, you shouldn't have to see your own injuries. No one should," Elliot pointed out.
"I guess," George sighed. "But it's not like I'm the first person who's seen their own injuries, anyway."
"Still, I don't like it," Elliot said. He started walking. George followed Elliot to the line-up.
"Are you ready?" Alex asked. George nodded. Elliot offered his hand and he grasped it gratefully. He was trying not to show his anxiety, but he had a suspicion that he was being obvious. It was difficult to conceal the shivers that were going through his frame and his trembling hands.
A man walked forward and uttered some words that had been said to George when he'd been taken. He knew he didn't know the first two- their looks and voices were different. He recognized the third one immediately, however. He tensed as he remembered the painful events.
His heart hammered as he was forced into the van. Pain and fear tore through him. He wished he had been given some warning; he wished he could fight back-
"George!" Elliot called. He shook George's shoulder insistently. George jolted and tried to shake off the flashback. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yes, I think so… But that's him," he whispered shakily. His heart pounded and beads of cold sweat appeared on his skin.
"You're sure?" Alex pressed.
"Yes." He gulped and turned away to steady himself. Alex and Elliot shared a triumphant look.
"We got him. Get him to turn in his group," Alex instructed. She walked away, leaving Elliot and George alone in the room.
"You okay?" Elliot asked George. He didn't like how shaky and fearful George looked.
"I think so. I'm just... edgy." He closed his eyes and leaned against Elliot. He was still trembling. Elliot noted this and rubbed his back until he felt calmer.
"I still have to finish up here. If you want, you could get some rest here, or I could call a cab to take you home, if you want to get out of here now," Elliot offered once he felt George relax.
"I think I'll get some sleep here," George said softly. Elliot walked with him to the bunks.
"I'll try to hurry. When we're done, do you want to get something to eat?" Elliot asked.
"Maybe. Right now, I feel nauseated because of the flashback. It was… pretty upsetting," he admitted. He laid down and took a deep breath.
"Well, you're done for now. I love you," Elliot said gently.
"Love you too," George replied. Elliot kissed his forehead before walking to the interrogation room.
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