Imminente Luna | By : Lycan_Cub Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1151 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Elliot sat at his desk, writing. He looked around the bull pen, wishing he could escape his desk. He was already sure that once it was lunch time he was going to be gone from that desk. "Hey El." He looked up from the papers. "Hi Liv." "Are you okay Elliot?" Elliot nodded and smiled. "I'm fine." "So how's the case?" Elliot asked, making his mood darken. "We have nothing on this guy. Most of his names are aliases and we don't have a real name." Elliot's mood darkened even more and he sighed. "We'll get him El." Elliot gave a slight nod and looked back down at the papers. "I'm going to the lab." "Alright," Elliot said, never looking up. He looked at the clock. He had about two more hours until lunch. He hated desk duty. He hoped he didn't need the physical therapy for his arm. "Are you finished with those yet?" John asked. "Those are done," Elliot said pointing at the stack of folders on the corner of his desk. John picked them up. "We're making progress. You could take a break if you want to?" "No I'm fine. Besides if I don't do something, I might go crazy." John smiled and nodded his head. 'You're lying again,' Aneil said. 'Leave me alone.' 'I thought we were over this.' 'Go away or just stop talking.' Aneil laughed before going silent. Elliot shook his head. "Elliot!" Elliot looked up to see Capt. Cragen. "You okay Elliot?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking." "Are you sure Elliot?" "Yeah I'm fine Captain." Cragen nodded as he stepped away from the desk. Elliot was about to go back to his writing when he smelled something. He smiled softly at the light hint of sandalwood. He turned towards Cragen's office to see George staring at him. 'I wonder what he wants,' Aneil said. 'I don't know.' 'So much care in that one look. Normally the doctor is quite composed. All of it directed at you.' 'Shut up.' Elliot looked away and stood. He walked quickly to the crib. He sat on one of the beds and sighed. He didn't need this right now. He had already been fighting with Aneil all day. 'I already told you, I will never go away.' 'Shut up. You're not helping me.' 'You won't let me. You're distancing yourself.' 'You are not me. I don't want to have anything to do with you.' 'You have no choice. You need me.' "Elliot." Elliot looked at George who was standing by the door. "I'm fine doc," Elliot said, looking away. "I never said you weren't. How's your shoulder?" "It's fine. It doesn't hurt." "Do you remember anything about that night?" "A bigger than normal dog biting me," Elliot said, not wanting to have the conversation. "Elliot." "I'm not going to do this doc," Elliot said as he got up from the bed. George nodded. Elliot walked past George, quickly. He sat back down at his desk. John was staring at him. "What do you need John?" Elliot said, never looking up from the desk. "We're going out for lunch after this." Elliot looked at John, who was staring back at him. "Fine," Elliot said as he shrugged.
Elliot sat in the booth, across from John. "Why are we here, John?"
"To eat and I need to talk to you." Elliot sighed. "So this mutt that bit you, how big was it?" "It was really big." "You can do better than that." "I don't know but it was bigger than your average dog. It had black fur and yellow eyes." "How have you felt lately?" "Weird. Why are you asking these questions?" "I'm just trying to figure some things out." Elliot rolled his eyes. "You hear a voice, right?" This made Elliot pause. He looked at John. "I'll take that as a yes. What is his name?" "Aneil," Elliot said, softly. "What's wrong with me?" "You won't believe me but you are a werewolf." "A werewolf?" Elliot said looking skeptical. "Think about it. When were you bitten?" "It was a night with a full moon, which means nothing." "How is your sense of smell, sight, or hearing?" Elliot didn't answer. "I bet you could smell something that hasn't even made it into your sight or know how everyone around smelled. You could probably hear a whispered conversation on the other side of the bullpen when we're having a hectic day, right?" "A werewolf John?" John shrugged. "It explains a lot of things that has happened to you." Elliot sighed and closed his eyes.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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