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The Devil You Know	By : SisterWine Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Devil You Know
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Alternate Scene
- 14-Alternate Ending 2
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- 5
"We're missing something." Fin sat at his desk and looked over the compiled paperwork of the case and couldn't put the pieces together. "Martinelli is a lawyer's son, trust funded rich kid with a drug problem until a year or so ago. Moves out of his place," he was cut off as Elliot finished for him.

Elliot stood beside his desk with his arms folded, following Tutuola's train of thought, "and into his brother's brownstone, in Yonkers. However, spends most of his time at Matthews' place, in Flushing."

Shuffling through paperwork, Fin went back to the original notes Olivia had taken of Jacob Martinelli's situation. "He has his mail forwarded to P.O. box and six months later, drops the P.O. box and has his mail forwarded, again, to his lawyer's office." Looking up from the notes, he and Elliot met eyes as Fin finished his train of thought. "This guy, he doesn't care about safety, considering he's going out of his way to get himself arrested or in Community Service. Even his lawyer's tired of dealing with his bullshit."

"Maybe, his dad is, too? First time, we questioned Jake, Matthews mentioned talking to daddy dearest. So, Jake has been getting aggitated because, maybe, dad put his foot down." Sighing and shaking his head, it had been the only viable reason Elliot could come up with.

"But, why kill Jasper? Other than a 'boy-toy' he didn't have anything to do with Martinelli. Or Matthews."

Elliot shrugged and chewed his right cheek. "Matthews' is holding something back."

Hanging up the phone, as she sat at her desk, Olivia added, "Cabot called. Warrant to search Matthews' place, Martinelli's Yonkers home and vehicles for anything relevant to Aaron Jasper, came through."

Cragen made his way from his office with a sombre tone. "Then, you can let him know the findings, after he wakes up. Fin, you and John collar Martinelli. Elliot, Olivia, paramedics are on route. You can meet them there. Erik Matthews has been assaulted by his own client. Neighbours called it in."

Erik Matthews' Residence
8:26 PM

The blue Crown Victoria pulled up and stopped across the street from the address Captain Cragen had given them. A plain brownstone building had been taped off and EMTs had started bringing out the gurney with Erik, barely conscious and bloody. Flashing their badges, Elliot ran over to the gurney while Olivia met with the neighbours that had called in the noise and were now standing on their front stoop, watching in horror, at the scene.

"Is he conscious?" Elliot leaned over the younger man on the gurney and took in the wounds Martinelli had done to him. "Counselour? Can you hear me? Erik?" He was forced to back off as the medics loaded the gurney into the ambulance. One medic paused to talk to him.

"Pupils are responding but has a nasty head wound. Blunt force trauma as well as sexual. Just barely stable. We'll get a rape kit, ASAP." As the medic hurriedly climbed into the back of the ambulance, he met eye contact with the detective and informed him of where to find the young man. "We're taking him to Flushing Hospital Medical Centre. Got it?"

Nodding, Elliot called his response, "got it." Shutting the door and knocking twice to let the driver know the doors were shut, he turned around and paused, taking in the aftermath. He watched as the ambulance pulled away from the curb and turned on the lights and siren.

Olivia stood on the neighbour's stoop and wrote down what they had said. Her main thought was what happened to make Jake attack his attourney and the second thought was, why so rough? "How loud would you say they were? Could you distinguish what they were saying or was it just the noise?"

"Oh, no, we got the screamin' and the thumpin' on the walls." Mr. Harris, a man in his late 60s, stood next to his wife of 40 years and watched the second detective approach from the curb. He was a short man, of five and a half feet but barrell-chested and assertive enough that he was not one to be trifled with, in conflicts.

"Do you know what they were arguing about?"

Husband and wife exchanged glances before the wife answered. "No. Erik was screaming 'no' and 'stop' really loud. Like he was pleading for something." Mrs. Harris pulled her sweater tighter around her as the evening chill set in. She had taken a motherly approach to the young man next door as he had reminded her of her own sons.

Olivia sighed as she wrote. "What time did they start arguing? Best guess?"

Mr. Harris looked from his wife to Olivia, an angry expression on his face. "Soon as the kid gets home, that boyfriend of his starts yellin' at him about something. Just constant nagging. Then, the breaking things start. After that, it was like the bum was using Erik to knock down a few walls. He starts screaming for the bum to stop, that's when I called the cops."

"Catch a name of the boyfriend?" Elliot flashed his badge and asked the husband.

"Jake something."

"How well do you know Erik?"

Mr. Harris glanced over at his young neighbour's house before turning back to Elliot. "He moved in a few years ago. Good kid. Quiet. Keeps to himself. Patty and me help out, when we can."

Olivia's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, 'help out'? Is he in trouble?"

"He means, we give him a ride to and from the clinic, when he needs. That sort. Cancer. With his treatments, he isn't supposed to drive himself. He's offered to pay us, for our trouble but, we wouldn't hear of it." Mrs. Harris spoke very calmly as she watched the detectives' faces.

Olivia smiled. "Very neighbourly of you. What about his family? Do they come around? Has he mentioned them, at all?"

Mrs. Harris shook her head. "No. He's never mentioned them, at all. Not even pictures on the wall." She paused and thought for a moment, rubbing her left jawline with her right index finger. "He did show me an old photo of his mother. Poor thing, she passed from cancer. Not sure when, though."

"One more question, have you noticed anything suspicious happening next door, recently?" Elliot shifted. "Any people stop by or anything like that?"

Mr. Harris let out a dissatisfied grunt. "That boyfriend of his. The past few years, he's been cattin' around with other boy-toys, bringing them over when Erik ain't home. They stay for an hour or so then leave. The last one, though. He looked like the kid's twin, almost."

Olivia and Elliot glanced at each other as Olivia pulled out the photo of Aaron Jasper, from her pocket, and showed it to them. "Is this who you saw?"

"Yea, that's him. He's been over at least four times."

Elliot shifted. "He and Erik ever meet, do you know?"

Mr. Harris shook his head. "Nope. If they did, they were never together, over there. Just that young man and that bum."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

Husband and wife exchanged looks, again, before Mr. Harris scratched his head and answered. "The 18th, I think. I was coming back from dropping Erik off at the medical centre."

"Thank you. If you think of anything more, to help us, you have my number." Olivia smiled and watched the couple go back inside their house and shut the door. She and Elliot made their way next door and paused a moment as they stood in the doorway. "Mr. Harris was right. It looks like World War III, in here." From the entryway, they could see broken dishes on the floor as well as dents in the wall, separating Erik's house from the Harris' house. Following her partner inside, Olivia stepped in to the front room, to the left of the doorway. A small, round, honeywood end table, on the other side of a plush, creme-coloured sofa had been knocked over and a leg broken. "Got blood." Olivia knelt beside the middle cushion to the sofa and stared at the palm-sized stain on the seat.

It had only been a few rooms that were torn apart while the rest of the house looked to be in decent and often immaculate condition. The furniture had been flawless elegance and the art decor had been mostly expensive but also well planned for a young lawyer's tastes. Some large pieces, on the walls, resembled that of forestscapes and quaint cottages of the old century. From the visiable entryway of the kitchen, cabinets had been opened and the mahogany wood flooring was littered with broken dishes and spilled pill bottles.

Elliot walked into the front room holding a red shoe box he had found in the kitchen. "This was sitting on the kitchen countre. Brand new sex toys. A bottle of honey, sitting next to it. Maybe this is what they were fighting about."

A uniformed, female officer came down the stairs and rounded the corner to catch their attention. "Detectives. Something you should see, in the bedroom." She then turned around and lead them upstairs and into the first door on the right; the master suite. A queen sized bed against the far left wall had been made up with silk linens and a comfy downe comforter, with rose petals scattered on top. On either side were oak file cabinets that were used as nightstands, one of which held a glass of water and a prescription bottle while the other had been in disarray. The doors had been jimmied open and the files, gone through. The room, save for the file cabinet, had been in pristine condition. The clothes in the dresser had been neatly folded and put away while the few items, on top, had been equally neat and tidy. "The file cabinet was already opened and searched when we entered." The officer noted the two other uniforms in the room, one going through the double, sliding frosted glass closets that lead into the master bathroom, where the third officer was going through the medicine cabinet.

"Find anything?" Elliot peered around the corner and asked the two officers.

The first officer, going through the closet, shook his head. The second, looking through the bathroom vanity and linen closet, held up an evidence bag of a knotted oxygen hose. The hose had traces of blood on one end and looked to have been tied at one point.

Elliot examined the bagged hose carefully. "Where was it?"

The young African American officer with a year on the force, answered. "Tucked in the back, under the sink."

"El," Olivia had knelt down, on the side of the bed with the glass of water and pulled out a cherrywood box the size of a boot box from under the head of the bed, and placed it on the bed. Undoing the simple latch, she opened the lid and peered inside. "I guess we found where he keeps his family mementos. Pictures, articles. Elliot, there's several clippings of a detective in Brooklyn Homicide, in here. Detective Alex Anders. Some of them date back a few years." She held up a stapled, two-paged clipping of Anders making Detective as well as getting an accomidation from his superior for an outstanding record of excellence."

Moving back into the bedroom, Elliot sighed and skimmed the article. Looking at the picture of Anders, along side his father, retired Captain Russell Anders of Brooklyn P.D. and his own seargent, his brow furrowed. "I know this guy. He was sitting in the back of the courtroom, that day I waited for Matthews." Elliot flipped through the contents of the box. "There must be half a dozen articles on Anders, in here." Wading to the bottom of the box, Elliot pulled out a 4x6 photo of a husband, wife and two small boys, one just out of toddler age while the other was about 10. The dad in the photo resembled a younger version of Captain Anders. "Family photo."

Flushing Hospital Medical Centre
4500 Parsons Boulevard
11:25 PM

Elliot exited the elevator and made his way down the hall to Room 323 but stopped a few feet away as he recognised the man standing at the window, staring in at the unconscious young lawyer. Making his way closer to stand beside the man, he spoke softly. "Captain Anders?"

Anders didn't acknowledge the detective. Instead, he sighed and stared at the machines that beeped and the tube that helped his son to breathe. "Figured it out, huh?"

"Executing a search warrant at your son's home."

Anders nodded but hadn't looked away from watching the Erik sleep. "I haven't been his father in years. Not since he packed a bag and left." He was as tall as Elliot with black hair that grayed on the sides. A more mature looking man of 74 but still active in his daily activities. His kind face held a hardened expression that Erik often wore when dissatisfied with something.

"Police radio let you know?" Elliot glanced at the man on his right.

Shaking his head, Anders inhaled. "Drove by, tonight. After seeing him, in court that day, I thought I'd try to connect with him." Stifling a yawn, the retired captain shifted. "My wife and I were on the outs, when I met Erik's mother. Beautiful lady; mind, body, spirit. His brother never really got over his mom and I getting a divorce and then, Erik came along. I had work and Alex's mom was busy with her job. Debbie, his mother, tried to keep up the charade that everything was great. I was just busy and his brother didn't really hate him. Kids, ya know. And then, she passed. I got lost in my work and I guess Erik just got lost." Silence fell between them for a long moment. "Next thing I know, Erik's telling me he's in love with another man and instead of being supportive, I shut him out."

Elliot listened and nodded. "Why wait until now to see him?"

"He called me about four years ago. Left a few voicemails on the machine. Wanted to know if we could talk. Said he had something important to tell me. But, I couldn't bring myself to do it. It's heartbreaking to hear your child tell a machine that he has cancer. He kept begging me to pick up the phone. He even came to the door, once." Shaking his head, Anders felt disgusted with himself. "They did a rape kit, for ya. My son made sure of that. Their lab is sending it to yours." Worry had creased his face for the latest of many times. His mind raced with new and old scenarios of what could have happened. He feared the answers but the questions nagged him to be asked.

Elliot's stomach clenched. "They tell you what happened?" He had grabbed the doctor, when he first arrived and was informed of the situation but wanted to see if Anders had been apprised.

Anders nodded. "Yea. They managed to get the bleeding under control and wrapped him up. Multiple fractures, concussion, and he might wake up in a few days." He blinked and stared at Erik's face. "Get this son of a bitch."

"We will." Elliot assured the man as his cell phone rang, in his pocket. "Why don't you be with him. He'd appreciate it. Excuse me." Retrieving the phone and walking away, for privacy, he answered the call. "Stabler." Olivia's voice told him of the search of Jake's car and the blood trace, in the trunk, while the search at Martinelli's job was a bust and Munch and Fin were still tracking down the man in question.

"How is he?" Olivia's voice expressed concern.

Elliot turned back to see Captain Anders still standing at the window, watching his son sleep. "Captain Anders is here, watching over him. Detective Anders jumped in and secured the rape kit. Flushing Lab is sending it to Warner. They managed to stop the bleeding and have him sedated, now. Concussion and multiple rib fractures, broken arm, fractured hip. The list goes on. They told Anders Erik might wake up in a few days. I'm gonna stay with him for awhile."

Ending the call, Elliot went back over to where the elder Anders stood. "Can I get you some coffee, something to eat, from the machines?"

Shaking his head, Anders shifted and looked over at Stabler. "Got kids, detective?"

"Four."

"I used to watch my boys sleep. Tuck them in, check on them a few times, them stand at their door and imagine what they'd be like when they grew up. Now, I watch my grandson. He loves his new little sister. Maybe, I didn't try hard enough with my boys. If I had been more supportive of them, this wouldn't have happened." Anders sighed.

"What does your son, think about his brother, now?"

Anders shook his head. "Until tonight, I never thought about it. Before he left to get back to work, Alex never mentioned him. But, when he saw Erik, on that table," he paused, fighting for the words that choked him, "I think times have changed."

"Come on. I'll buy you some coffee." Elliot lead the captain away from the window and headed towards the cafeteria, for a talk.

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