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The Devil You Know	By : SisterWine Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 6
- 7
- 8
The nips started on his jugular and slowly worked their way down to his collarbone. Strong, calloused hands held him at his waist before wrapping around him and drawing him closer. Their bodies pressed against one another and Erik gasped as he felt Elliot's firm manhood. His hands slid effortlessly up the detective's chest to shove the cotton button up shirt aside; buttons popping as they are ripped from their bindings. Their lips met in mad frenzy. His hands cradled the back of Stabler's head, holding him there. Elliot's left hand moved to stroke Erik's soft hair before being caught, gently. Kissing the palm and then moving to suck the tip of Elliot's forefinger as his own hand gently slipped off the gold band from Elliot's ring finger, letting the ring drop to the floor.

Erik kissed his way down Elliot's bare chest, pausing to give attention to a pert left nipple. Another pause as he dipped his tongue into Stabler's navel. Down on his knees, he glanced up as he unfastened the leather belt and pants fastenings, shoving the material aside and pulliong the white briefs down, Erik kissed the shaft before letting his tongue lick and tease the head of Elliot's manhood. Slowly, he worked at the head, licking and sucking before dipping his head to swallow more of the erection. With each dip of his head, he took in more and more, sucking harder and harder. Erik could feel the hands gripping his hair as he revelled in the sounds of soft grunts and growls emitting from the male detective. Erik sucked harder, feeling the fuzzy, delicate sacks draw up and tighten before he was pulled away and up to his feet. They kissed, again, as Elliot eased him to lie down on the soft, pillowy bed.

"I want you." The whisper in Erik's ear drew a moan as Elliot undressed him.

Erik swallowed, shallowly. "Please." With his head on the pillow, he stole glimpses of the muscular detective, inching his way up Erik's body. He shivered with anticipation as he caught Elliot's lustful gaze. A gasp as he felt Elliot's tongue trace a line from hip to collarbone as Elliot carefully spread Erik's legs apart and nestle himself between them. Reaching up to grip the detective's hips as Elliot slid effortlessly inside him, Erik panted. He had wanted this for so long; the closeness of someone who cared for him. His legs involuntarily twitched as they spread wider for Elliot to reposition himself for better leverage. A slow and careful rhythm started. Erik felt as if he were being pulled apart; split from his rectum as Elliot's thick, firm manhood pushed its way into him. He gasped, loudly, and gripped Elliot's sides.

Elliot watched the range of expressions play in waves over Erik's face. Bending down, close to Erik's ear, Elliot whispered, "tell me you want me."

Their eyes met, for what seemed like forever. "I want you."

Elliot pushed in more and Erik groaned. Kissing Erik, once more, their tongues collided and, for a moment, Elliot tasted himself on Erik's tongue. He moved from Erik's mouth and hungrily nipped and licked at Erik's jawline and neck, moving to his shoulder as each thrust in forced a groan and pleasurable sigh from the man beneath him.

Erik's fingers dug into Elliot's hips before moving to wrap his arms around the older man. His nails scratched thin red lines down Elliot's back as nirvana approached. With every deep thrust in, Erik could feel himself being stretched and filled, completely. He could feel Elliot's groin slap against his backside, each time becoming more forceful as Elliot neared release. "Please. Please come." A throaty growl as his wishes were heard. He gasped loudly as warm, thick fluid shot up, into his channel.

Both heaving breaths and smiling as they stayed locked together, kissing and embracing each other. Numbness set in as the image faded.

Erik opened his eyes to a darkened room. The television was still playing but with little to no sound. A small moan as he turned his head to see if Detective Stabler had actually stayed. Breathing a sigh of relief as he found himself alone, in the room, he groaned as he shoved himself to sit up. The entryway light had been on but dimmed, as not to disturb him. He listened for a moment, as noise from the kitchen wafted in. "Hello?" He listened again as the sounds stopped and footsteps came closer.

"Good. You're awake!" Mrs. Harris smiled, holding up a plate with a sandwich on it. "Hungry?"

He nodded and covered his eyes as she flipped on the lightswitch to the lamp, beside him. "Detective Stabler leave?" He asked as she set the plate down, on a tray and placed it over his lap.

Mrs. Harris nodded. "About an hour ago. He said you were sleeping so soundly that he didn't want to wake you. He said you really needed to sleep."

Taking a bite of his corner cut sandwich, Erik looked up at the clock, over his television, that sat in a large, oak entertainment centre, to his left, and couldn't believe the time. "Ten thirty?"

"Afraid so. And, you needed it." Opening his bedtime pill tab, she moved to scoop up the water glass, to fill it up with fresh water. "Your calender says you have a doctor's appointment, tomorrow morning. Did you need a ride?" She asked as she returned with glass of water and placed it on the coaster, on the table.

Erik had been grateful that his neighbours had been so kind to him. Yet, he wondered why. "Oh, I can take a cab, ma'am. Thank you." Taking another bite of his sandwich half, he shifted and instantly regretted the movement as a sharp pain ran through his chest. Pausing in his chewing and wrenching his eyes closed as he waited for the pain to subside, Erik held his breath. He exhaled as the tightness in his chest released and the pain melted away. When he opened them again, she was standing in front of him.

Mrs. Harris shook her head. "Nonsense. Those cabbies are merciless. It's a wonder any of them have valid lisences. I'll be over at about 9:30 to see if you need help getting ready. Okay?" Sitting down, she took a breath. "Erik, you don't have to feel guilty about bothering us. We know it isn't easy, fighting cancer, all by yourself. And then, to have this mess get out of hand." She paused again as he finished chewing the last bite of the first sandwich half. "Our daughter, Jenny, passed when she was 15. She fought so hard against her cancer. Stomach cancer. It was just too strong, for her. She was Thomas's baby girl and my little angel. Our boys never got over losing their sister. So, anything we can do to help, you just ask. Alright?"

Erik smiled and reluctantly nodded. "Thanks."

Interrogation Room
Justin Paxton
9:45 AM

Olivia leaned over the table and stared down at the man, in the chair. "It seems you forgot to mention the small fact that you and Jacob Martinelli were involved, while you were dating Aaron Jasper." Her patience had run thin of the wild goose chase. She had spent the night going over all of the information they had gathered on all three suspects until her head hurt. Her coffee had gotten stronger as the morning wore on.

Justin shrugged with a grin. "I wasn't aware it needed to be said. The last I heard, you were still looking for the killer." Justin reclined back in the chair and watched the female detective.

"How long have you two been seeing each other?" Taking a seat across from him, she watched his reaction.

They stared at each other for a long moment before Justin shrugged, again, and blinked back with a smile, "What's time, when two people are in love?"

"How about four people?" Olivia's temper had started to climb from the lack of straight answers Justin had been providing. "You both were seeing Aaron Jasper, at the same time Jake was having an on-again-off-again relationship with Erik Matthews. Jake and Erik had been dating for some time so, chances are, your 'main squeeze' was playing you, too." Concealing her relief as she noticed a spark of anger in her statement. "Pretty hard to remain faithful after finding out you're not good enough for your own boyfriend, isn't it?"

Justin said nothing, only stared at her.

Olivia cleared her throat and continued. "What was the final blow? You seeing your lover with Aaron, or Erik?"

Justin shook his head in anger. "The bitch didn't deserve him."

Olivia's brow furrowed. "What 'bitch', Justin? Aaron Jasper? Or, Erik Matthews?" A chill raced down her spine as she watched the architect across from her. Her eyes narrowed as she studied his expression, deeper. "You see, Justin, I think you saw Jake and Aaron getting romantic and, as much as it started out as a little 'con' for you and Jake to get your rocks off, it hit a nerve. Did Jake do something or tell him something that he promised you, and you didn't like it? Or, was it that Jake was playing house with Erik Matthews, instead of moving in with you? So, I think, you came up with a plan to get Jake's attention away from both Erik and Aaron and back to just you and Jake. But, you couldn't just let him off the hook for two-timing you with two other guys, could you? Jake was yours. So, you had to punish him. Didn't you? I think that you waited for Aaron and Jake to have their fling and then, you killed Aaron and dressed him up in Erik Matthews' clothing and laid him out on the park bench." She paused a moment for him to register her theory.

Justin ran his tongue over his top front teeth. After a sigh and a moment of silence, he leaned forward and stared at Olivia, calmly. "Lawyer. Now."

A knock at the door prompted Olivia to rise and leave the room. Shutting the door behind her, she could only shake her head at her captain and ADA. "Without the name, we can't arrest him for Aaron Jasper's murder. Back to square one."

Alex Cabot stared at the man on the other side of the glass, as he sat in the chair and stared back at the one-way mirror. "I've asked Judge Crittendon for a warrant to search his business and home. It should be coming through, soon. Find me something that proves Justin was in on the murder, if not acted alone. Maybe, he'll feel more sociable with Man 2."

Footsteps coming closer prompted all three to turn and look at the person making their way to them.

"Detective Benson." A familiar voice called to Olivia from a few feet away from them.

Olivia turned at the mention of her name. "Detective Anders, what brings you by?" She blinked for a moment before recognition set in and she addressed him, prior to him coming to a stop, in front of them. Turning to introduce her two colleagues, she cleared her throat before proceeding. "Detective Anders, Captain Cragen and ADA Alex Cabot." Pausing as Cragen and Cabot shook his hand, she reiterated. "What brings you to Manhattan?"

The detective took a breath. "I have something that might be of use. After you and your partner left my office, I checked our file room. About 12 years ago, we had a floater. Vic had been under for too long, so any prints from the cement block and rope, used to weigh him down, were useless. One of the people questioned was your boy, Martinelli. By then, it was five years later and we had no evidence linking him to the murder. However, he did admit to dating the vic five months before the murder." Anders held up a file folder with the copied report and contents inside.

Cragen's brow furrowed. "What was the victim's name?" Shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched the detective open the file and flip through the pages.

"Brent Paxton."

"Paxton?" Olivia looked from the Homicide detective to the man in the interrogation room. When she looked back, she met eyes with Anders. "Any relatives?"

The detective sighed and skimmed through the that he had read the name from. "Son of Margaret and Edmond, 28 years old, and younger brother of Justin Paxton." Shifting as Cragen moved to show the visiting detective the man in the room, he nodded confirmation of relation. "That's him."

"Were you ever looking at Jake Martinelli as a suspect?" Olivia questioned.

Anders nodded. "Yea, for a time. No evidence came up supporting the theory, though. Back then, we had a lot of hate crimes going on. This is a cold case." Flipping to an enlarged photo of the victim's abdomen, he pointed out where the shoe pattern had made an impression, several spots on the bloated body. "Victim had broken ribs, head contusions, broken arm. Almost like he was kicked to death and then stomped on before weighted down in the middle of the Hudson. Search warrant turned up nothing at Martinelli's home and office. Never found anything resembling the shoe pattern, within Martinelli's possessions."

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. "And, that's our motive." She had stared at Cabot as she said it, mentally connecting Paxton to Martinelli and then Paxton to Erik Matthews.

Anders raised an eyebrow as he stared at the man, now pacing, in Interrogation. "You think Paxton's brother wanted revenge? Why not just kill Martinelli and leave Erik and your vic alone?" Worry for his brother had set in but he managed to push it to the back of his mind until it could be dealt with, reasonably.

"Maybe Justin was tired of waiting for his brother's cold case to be solved. Who were the detectives assigned to the case?" Captain Cragen held out a hand for the folder.

The detective shrugged. "Carmine and Patroneau. Lou Carmine was killed on duty, three years ago and Paula Patroneau transferred to Maine, to take care of her ailing mom, about a year or so ago." Handing the folder and contents over to the captain, he had begun to ask himself what his brother had unknowingly gotten himself into.

Alex Cabot had stood there and listened to the conversation, reading the file, over Cragen's shoulder. "Where was Justin, at the time of his brother's murder?"

The Homicide detective thought back. "His parents said he was away, in Nashville, at the time of the murder. Carmine even made a trip down there, to tell him about his brother's death. Alibi was solid. He had been attending and giving lectures on architectural history and design. Down to the last second of every day was accounted for." He could see Olivia thinking about how Justin had figured out that Jake was involved in his brother's death.

Cragen chewed his lip, in thought. He stared at the names of the known acquaintences. "What about the other names on the list? Where were they? Can we talk to any of them?" Looking up from the file, he saw the same calm in Detective Anders that his younger, half-brother had shown them.

"Up until his death, Carmine worked this case, every six months. It seems Brent had a thing for bad boys so, the other names on that list.... chances are, they're either doin' time or pushing up weeds. I think Lou mentioned, once, that a few of them knew Justin, prior." Anders' eyes narrowed at the man in the room.

Alex Cabot glanced back at the irritated architect, also, and then back at Olivia. "I'll push the warrant. Find me something that directly links Paxton to Jasper. I need physical evidence, in order to file charges for the murder of Aaron Jasper." Shifting and sighing, she had been ready to put the entire case to rest. Three months had past since the inital murder of Aaron Jasper and Alex Cabot was getting tired of trying to explain to his parents why they hadn't charged anyone in his murder, as of yet. Turning and walking away, Alex hurried back to her office to check on where the warrant was, in terms of delivery.

Olivia's brow furrowed. "So, we're letting Martinelli off the hook?"

"That bastard's not getting off that easy. He assaulted my little brother." The detective let his temper flare.

Cragen understood the anger the young detective felt and intervened to quell any tempers. "Until we know for certain which one is the guilty party, both Martinelli and Paxton are still 'on the hook' for Aaron Jasper's murder. Flushing Major Case has Jake under surveilance for his assault charge. Matthews will still have to file rape charges, if he wants to pursue it any further. For now, I'd rather not put that much strain on your brother's health, until he feels he can handle it." He paused as he noticed Elliot approaching and gave a hopeful glance in the detective's direction.

Elliot came to a stop where Alex Cabot had stood. He quickly greeted the visiting detective and then informed them of the update. "Just got off the phone with Cabot's office. Search warrant for Paxton's place of work and home came through."

Justin Paxton's Residence
42403 W 79th Street
Apt 214B, Manhattan

Fin searched the spacious and elegant bedroom while Olivia searched the living room. A lavish loft-style apartment building that catered to the well-funded residents. Neither detective had made it a point to keep their search neat and tidy as they tore threw the two rooms, in search of evidence. So far, Olivia had turned up nothing of use, in the living room, and had moved to join Fin in the bedroom. They had been searching for over two hours and hadn't even come up with a speck of dust on the wood floors.

"Living room and adjoining office space didn't turn up anything. How about yours?" Olivia stood in the door way and glanced around the room.

Fin stood up from looking under the bed for any shoeboxes or safes, that might have been kept, and turned around to briefly look at her. "Master bathroom's clean. As in spotless. This guy could give the maid service a few pointers." Opening the large walk-in closet, he starter on the right side and worked his way around. As he reached the far corner, he stopped and revoed a small, cardboard moving box from the floor. Bringing it out and placing it on the bed, he unfolded the flaps and opened it. "Liv," holding up a manilla folder with his brother's name on it, Fin cleared his throat and waited for his partner to turn her attention from the polished black, oak dresser, to the box.

Olivia turned and made her way to stand at the end of the bed and peer into the box. "Looks like Justin did his own investigation of his brother's murder." Removing a package with Jake's name on it, she opened it and looked in before dumping the contents onto the bed. "Look, photos of Jake and Erik, together."

Picking up a handful of photos, Fin looked more closely at several of them. "Some of these look old. He's been tailing Jake for awhile." Flipping an older photo of Erik over, he read the caption that had been hand written by Justin. "Jake's bitch at the park. Looking sad. 2009." Flipping the photo back over to stare at the far away shot of Erik sitting on a park bench, oblivious to the camera, angled from his left.

Tilting her head and staring at the scene, Olivia's eyes widened. "That's the bench Aaron Jasper was found dead on. Paxton gets upset that his brother's case went cold so, he does his own investigation into Jake Martinelli and finds Jake involved with Erik. Five years after Brent was killed puts Jake as already moved on and dating Erik. Paxton starts stalking Erik, while romancing Jake, and then Aaron Jasper gets involved. By then, Paxton's temper was so irate that he must have meant to kill Erik but, because Jasper changed his appearance or Jake proposed, Paxton killed Aaron Jasper, instead of Erik and tried to frame Jake."

Fin listened to the theory while continuing to sort through the photos Olivia had dumped onto the bed. His eye caught a flash of a brass key as it fell from between the small pile of random photos and memos. Picking it up and laying it in his hand, he looked at it. "House key. Could be Martinelli's?"

"Or, Erik Matthews'." Picking up a small, black notebook, she flipped through it and stopped on a dog-eared entry that stated clearly when Erik would be out of the house and at an appointment. "Jake's been the target, all along. Paxton surveilled Matthews to use him as revenge for his brother's death. He must have weeded out the other guys that knew Brent and found something about Jake that made him a suspect." Digging out her cell phone, from her pocket, she dialed the captain's number and told him what they found. Her next phone call was to Elliot and Munch, who searched Paxton's business. She hung up and informed Fin of their next move.

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