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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Residence of Gregory Martinelli
9871 W. 34th Avenue
Staten Island, NY
9:00 AM

"What's your relationship like with your Jake?" Detective Tutuola asked as he and Detective Munch sat across from the elder man, in the plush front sitting room of the regal estate. In looking around the man's home, he had spotted numerous photos of the man's family as well as grand paintings and busts of the elder attourney but hardly any containing Jake.

The shrewd man stared at the two detectives. He had long become exhausted of his son's antics and dread the day when police would show up at his door and ask about him. "My son and his lifestyle is his own business. However, since he's been keeping company with that Matthews boy, I haven't seen him much." His taste in clothing had always been something to flaunt, even for casual dress, he chose Armani. His polished, manicured nails and clean image spoke volumes that he fancied himself above everyone else.

Munch removed his pen and pad from his left inside coat pocket. "When was the last time you saw Jake?"

Mr. Martinelli scratched his head. His hair had gone completely white, in recent years but dyed it black, to keep his dignity. "About a month ago. He and that Matthews boy came for dinner."

"Erik Matthews?" John started writing in his pad.

"Yes. They ended up leaving after Marcus stopped by." Sitting back and adjusting his suitjacket, to keep from wrinkling, Martinelli took an annoyed breath. He stared at the two detectives with an almost physical tone that conveyed adamant disgust.

John looked up from his writing. "Marcus is your other son?"

A sigh of discontent. "Yes. My oldest boy."

"Something happen?" Fin spoke up. He had paid close attention to the man's mannerisms and attitude.

After a long pause, Mr. Martinelli shook his head. "That's not for me to say. I don't tell my boys whom to date and if Jacob wants to traipse around with some farmboy, instead of settling down, that's his business."

The two detectives looked at each other before Fin removed a 4x6 photo and showed it to the elder Martinelli. "Is this the man that Jake brought, that day?" Showing him the photo of Aaron Jasper's dating profile. He waited for the man to examine it before nodding. "The man in the photo's name is Aaron Jasper. His appearance was changed to resemble Erik Matthews, an attourney for your old law firm."

Martinelli's brow furrowed as Fin removed another photo and showed it to him, this time showing him the real Erik Matthews. "No. That's the boy from the news. Dead kid." He stared at both photos and could barely tell the difference. His eyes had become tired from staring and, clearing his throat, he removed his reading glasses from the case on the table, beside the plush white sofa, and slipped them on, taking both photos to examine them closely.

Fin leaned forward and tapped the top of Erik's photo. "The real Erik Matthews was raped and assaulted by your son, Jake. He's recovering in the hospital." Tapping the top of Aaron Jasper's photo, he added, "Aaron Jasper was found dead, on a park bench, in Manhattan, Monday morning."

Shaking his head and standing up, the elder man dismissed the admission. "No. I'm not going to let you sit there and railroad my son. Jacob is not a murderer. You have nothing. This discussion is over."

As the detectives stood up, John stepped forward and accepted the two photos Martinelli handed him. "You said your other son had a disagreement with them. Which one was it with? Jake, or the man pretending to be Erik Matthews?"

"You're fishing, detective. Good day." With narrowed eyes and a sour expression, Martinelli turned and escorted both men out of his home. He stood in the foyer and watched them pull out of the circular drive, from the front window.

Detective Alex Anders
Brooklyn Homicide Squad Room
11:53 AM

Elliot and Olivia stepped through the doors to the Homicide Unit and scanned the semi-crowded room for the younger Anders. Olivia tapped Elliot on the arm and nodded over to a far desk, by the window, in the right corner of the room. Making their way over to him, they noticed that he sat at a desk, swamped with paperwork of cases as the detective, himself, had been on the phone with a contact. Coming to a stop beside his desk, they waited until he hung up the phone before Olivia spoke. "Detective Anders?" Holding up their badges, she introduced them. "I'm Detective Olivia Benson. This is my partner, Elliot Stabler, from Manhattan SVU. Is there somewhere we can talk?"

Alex stood up from his desk. Sighing and motioning for them to follow him to an interview room, he remained silent until he closed the door and sat down across from them. "Pop mentioned you'd be by."

"Captain Anders said you secured your brother's rape kit. He told me you pushed the techs to rush the findings over to our lab. Why?" Elliot leaned forward and observed the detective's body language and expression.

Folding his hands on the table and shifting, uncomfortably, Alex sighed again and caught Elliot's eye. "My duty is to serve and protect. Even my brother."

Olivia looked up from writing. "How'd you know it was him?"

Looking to Benson, the detective gave a small smile. "Just because we haven't spoken in 15 years, doesn't mean we stop being brothers. When Pop told me Erik called him, a few years ago, I did some checking up on him. Pulled his license, drove by a few times, checked up on his work, that sort of thing. Before he decided to harass Pop, he talked to my mom."

"How do you know that?"

"She lives eight blocks from him. Apparently, she was his realtor and talked him into the house." Alex took a breath. "I was having supper with my mom when the call came in. A friend of mine works for Flushing Medical. She recognised Erik and called me. She knew Erik and I are brothers."

"What's her name?" Elliot asked.

"Dr. Linda Sayers."

Elliot shifted. "How does she know you two are brothers?"

"I dated her in High School."

Olivia finished writing and looked up, again. "You said you drove by his house a few times, ever see this man enter or leave?" She slid a small photo of Aaron Jasper across the table and watched the detective's expression.

Alex shook his head. "No."

"How about this man?" Olivia slid the second photo across the table and, again, observed the detective's reaction.

"Yea. Jake Martinelli. His old man bailed him out a few times." Alex leaned back in his chair.

Olivia wrote down the response before adding, "What was the charge?"

"Disturbing the peace, public intoxication."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "You never saw Erik, during these arrests?"

Alex looked from Olivia to Elliot and shrugged. "Not my collars. And, from what I know of the Martinellis, New York is their playground." Brown eyes blinked back at the two detectives as he answered. His brown hair had been kept short with sideswept bangs that conveyed little resemblence to Erik. He had shown little emotion towards the mention of Jake but flinched when he was told of Erik's involvement with the man in question. "What does Martinelli have to do with him?" He tapped the photo of Aaron Jasper.

"His name is Aaron Jasper. He was found dead, in a Manhattan park, Monday morning. Martinelli was one of his dates and your brother is his counsel." Olivia tapped each photo as she explained the connection.

Brow furrowing, Alex sat back in his chair and took a moment to let the information sink in. "What's the connection between Erik and Jasper?"

Olivia slid another photo across the table and placed it next to Aaron Jasper's. "Erik's driver's license photo." She paused a moment as Alex stared at two photos side by side. "Someone had Jasper change his appearance to match your brother and then murdered him."

"Why?"

Elliot shifted. "We could ask you the same question. Your father said you two were never really close, growing up, but you jumped right in, last night, when you heard about Erik in the hospital." Elliot made eye contact with Alex.

Nodding with the sense of suspicion falling on him, the detective cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. "When I was 10, Erik was 5, 6,..... around that age, Pop wanted to take us to the zoo. Family thing. Just he, my brother and I. I was still mad over my parents getting a divorce. I told him he wasn't part of the family so, he couldn't go. The next morning, he said he didn't feel good and didn't want to go. Pop took me out to the park, instead. When we got home, my mom sat me down and asked why I thought Erik was to blame for them splitting up. You see, after we left, she and his mom asked him why he didn't want to go to the zoo. He told her what I said, to him. I thought Pop would lose his mind but, he didn't. He told me it happened long before Erik came about. When Debbie was going through cancer treatments, Erik nearly broke himself doing things for her. After she died, he and I had a long talk. I knew he was gay, then. Didn't care. I was mad at Erik for taking away my family. I thought it was his fault but, it wasn't. It took going through the same situation, myself, to realise that. Before last night, the last time Erik and I actually saw each other, was when I caught him in bed with some college chump from NYU. Guy told me he was giving Erik a physical."

"Why didn't Erik approach you, four years ago?" Elliot scribbled in his notes before looking up, again.

Taking a deep breath, the detective shifted uneasily. "The last thing I said to him might have stopped him from that. After I chased his 'doctor' down the street, I told him we weren't brothers."

"You said him being gay didn't bother you." Elliot's brow furrowed.

Alex laughed shortly. "That so-called doctor, was my roommate. Also, my best friend. After that, changed rooms and never spoke to either one again. Erik and I might have our differences but he's still my little brother. Aside from checking up on him, I've stayed out of Erik's life. My family doesn't even know about him. He made that choice when he slept with my best friend." Hearing his captain's tap on the door before it was opened to reveal Homicide Captain, Shirley Camden, a 30-year veteran of the force, who had just transferred to Homicide, Alex thanked them for time and stood up to leave.

Medical Examiner's lab
Melinda Warner's Office
30 Monday, Octobre 1:23 PM

Melinda moved from her desk to retrieve some slides to show the detectives her findings. "The epithelials found in the components of the rubber tubing was a match to Aaron Jasper. Also, the ends of the tubing contained strands of hair that was also a match to Jasper. The used condom that was pulled from Martinelli's car was a match for Aaron Jasper and Jacob Martinelli. A third strand of DNA was present but showed deterioration, possibly from radiation exposure. I ran that DNA strand against a hair folicule I found tucked underneath the collar of the suitjacket and came up with your counselour, Erik Matthews."

"So, either Erik was lying about not knowing Jasper or Jasper was purposely dressed in Erik Matthews' suit, as a statement." Olivia took her turn, looking through the microscope, at the findings of Erik Matthews' DNA and then Aaron Jasper's DNA.

Elliot shook his head. "I still think we're missing something. If Erik framed himself but put the blame on Jake, neither wins. Erik has terminal cancer. There is no last laugh, after that kind of diagnosis."

Olivia looked over at Warner, who listened but said nothing. "Anything on the rape kit, Flushing Medical sent over?"

"Seminal fluid is a match to Jacob Martinelli. Upon examination of Erik Matthews, himself, and cross-referencing with the report that accompanied the kit, it was not consensual sex." Warner held up her own reported findings for the two to look over.

Elliot nodded. "One more charge to hold Jake on."

Sighing, Olivia answered her phone. "Benson." She paused to listen to Munch telling her the latest news before ending the call. "Munch and Fin got a tip on Jacob Martinelli's whereabouts. They're bringing him in. Also, Cragen says the hospital called; Erik's awake."

Flushing Hospital Medical Centre
Room 415
3:15 PM

Tapping on the door as he and Olivia entered, Elliot came to a stop at Erik's left as Olivia paused to stand at the foot of the bed. "How ya feeling, Counselour?" The new room had been more private than the first room and had been situated oppositely. The bed was now on the right wall and hidden from outside view by a curtain, over the window. Tinting on the window, to the outside, made the room look more gloomy than it actually was. It was a smaller room and only housed one patient as the other did not.

Erik turned his head, from the window, to see the detective now standing beside him. Rolling his eyes and sighing in annoyance and nervously shifting, in his bed, he cleared his throat and did his best not to rasp as he changed the subject. "I have no idea where my client is, Detective Stabler. Please, leave me alone." His left leg itched and tingled as the elevated brace made it impossible to even attempt to touch. His right arm, crooked and resting atop a small, wheeled around tray had been heavily wrapped in plaster. His ribs had been wrapped but loosely, to allow him to breathe, and ached with every inhale he took. With his free hand, he quickly ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make himself presentable.

Elliot smiled. "We know where your client is, actually. We heard you were awake and came down to see how you were feeling." He paused a moment to look over the young man's injuries. "You took one Hell of a beating, for a man, in your condition."

Trying to readjust himself but failing due to his injuries, Erik flinched as Elliot moved a hand to help. "I'm fine." He made no move to look at either detective but pulled the white knit blanket closer around him. His breath caught as Elliot leaned in to speak to him.

"Can I help you with that, Counselour?" Elliot hadn't said it to intimidate him but to ask the question that weighed on his mind. He knew full well the lawyer felt vulnerable and was only being discreet.

"Elliot." Olivia had observed Erik's expression as her partner moved closer to him and reminded her partner where they were. "Mr. Matthews, part of our job is to help victims. You were not only beaten but sexually assaulted, as well. The rape kit confirms it was your client that assaulted you. At the moment, we're here to ask you if you wish to press charges." Her voice was calm and soft as she watched his breathing patterns change with the closeness of her partner.

Shaking his head, Erik continued to stare at the blanket but stole quick glances over at Stabler, as the male detective stepped back. "No." When he finally did look up to acknowledge her, his eyes followed Olivia as she made her way from the foot of the bed, to stand at his right.

"Erik, you were a victim of a sexual assault. Let us help you."

Sighing, again, and tilting his head back and closing his eyes for a moment, Erik shook his head again. "Jake was my partner and client. No jury would convict him on a 'lover's quarrel.' Sorry, detective. I can't help you." His attention was drawn to the doorway as a nurse had entered to check his vitals and machines.

The two detectives looked at each other before Elliot removed his handcuffs and placed one bracelet on Erik's left wrist and the other on the plastic railing of the bed. "Erik Matthews, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"For what, are you arresting me?" Shocked, Erik stared at the cuff on his wrist and then shot Elliot a quizzical look.

"Aiding and abetting a known felon and conspiracy of murder."

Erik's jaw dropped. "Conspiracy of murder? Of whom?"

"Aaron Jasper."

"What?!"

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