Fic: Law and Order: CI; Lost; Rated: R; Goren/Eames
Bobby and Alex stayed at the scene for another half-hour, making notes and getting Rodgers’ impression of the victim, which didn't tell them a whole lot other than the fact that she'd been killed as a result of the crash. When they finished up there, they headed to One P.P to consult with Ross on their findings and their game plan. He liked to be “kept in the loop,” as he so frequently pointed out. That was why they were currently seated in his office.
“So you're telling me that you don't think this is just a simple hit and run?”
Alex cocked her eyebrow at his comment. “Sir, this was never just a simple hit and run. A man, a state representative, has up and vanished.”
He nodded in agreement. “The more appropriate question would be, do you suspect foul play.”
“We do,” Bobby chimed in.
Ross glanced over at him briefly before looking back at Alex. “So what is it that you two want to do?”
“We want to search his home, first and foremost. We'll see if there's anything that might explain his disappearance and then we'll talk to the people they surrounded themselves with.”
“That's going to fun... Just make sure you don't step on any sensitive political toes,” he warned.
Goren gave a slight shrug. “We have to do our job, Captain.”
Ross regarded him for a moment. “I know you do, but that doesn't mean you can't do it without finesse.”
“What I think my partner is trying to say is that it's not really all that difficult to upset these people.” Whatever issue these two had with each other was starting to get a bit old. Alex found herself more annoyed with Ross. The man had never even given Bobby a chance to prove himself. He was a great cop and sure, he'd messed up in his day, but what person hadn't? His solve rate was impressive even before coming to MCS. According to Deakins, it'd been hell trying to get Narcotics to let him go. He was good at his job.
Ross regarded her for a long moment before giving her a sharp nod. “I'll get the D.A on the line and have her issue the warrant.”
They left his office and returned to their desks. “What is it with him?” Bobby asked as he sat down across from her.
She gave a shrug. “I don't know, Bobby... But you can't go instigating fights with your commanding officer,” she admonished gently.
“I didn't, I was just stating a fact,” he argued.
Her lips twitched. “Yes, you were stating a fact, but, in the words of Ross himself, with finesse.”
He sighed. “You're right.”
“When am I not?” She snarked, her cat-like grin broadening and her honey colored eyes sparkling with mischief.
There were times when it would hit him like a jolt that they were “dating.” It was real now. He'd brought it up and she seemed more than happy commit. Surprising as it was, that idea thrilled him to no end, however, there were things about himself that terrified and haunted him. If he couldn't even bear to think of them, how would she feel? She'd probably hate him, and be disgusted by his perverse fantasies. He shook his head and tried to focus on what she was saying to him.
She looked slightly annoyed. That was never a good sign for him. “You didn't hear a damn thing I said, did you?”
“S-sorry... You know me. I, uh, get caught up in my-my head.”
It was hard for her to stay irritated with him, especially when he stammered like that. It meant he was nervous, but it was also endearing. “I said we need to go talk to Rodgers and find out a little bit more about our girl,” she restated.
“Sounds like a good plan.” He stood up and followed her to the elevator. In times and places where he knew she was safe, he would always let her walk on ahead of him. , It was his way of showing her he knew she was the leader, the senior detective. That and he didn't mind the view from back here. As that thought popped into his head, he mentally chastised himself. This was a work environment, there was no time for thoughts like that here.
They were quiet as they rode down to the morgue. Bobby stood a little closer to her than was probably necessary, but she didn't seem to mind. He stayed where he was and proceeded to tag along behind her when the doors open to let them off.
Liz Rodgers looked up as they entered the cool room. “Ah, Detectives, I see you've come to drill me for answers,” she teased good-naturedly.
Alex nodded, her signature smile creeping up. “What have you got for us, Doc.”
“Well, at first glance she appears to be a healthy woman. Pregnant, but when the clothes came off, that was a totally different story.”
“What did you find?” Bobby asked curiously.
“It looks like your girl had the crap beat out of her on a regular basis. She's got severe scarring on her back, buttocks, and upper thighs. I see restraint marks on her ankles and wrists as well.”
“She was a sex slave?” Alex suggested.
“That's very possible,” Liz agreed.
Bobby was quiet as his eyes skimmed the body. It was very possible that she was a sex slave, but there was another option as well.
“You're quiet, that's never a good sign,” Eames said, turning to look at her partner.
“I'm just... M-mulling things over. Uh, you know?” He looked over at the M.E. “I-is there any other unusual findings?”
“Well, I've only done the preliminary exam, and I've had to rule out injuries sustained during the accident. The only other thing I found is anal tearing.”
He looked carefully at her. “As if she'd been... Sodomized?” he inquired.
“That thought came to mind, yes.”
He nodded. “Right. Thank you for your time,” he told her distractedly.
Alex waved to her as she followed Bobby out to the elevator. “Hey,” she said gently. “Care to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?”
“I'm not positive, but I don't think she was a sex slave.”
Her brows shot up. “You think she endured those beatings willingly?”
He tried not to get defensive. “Some people... They-they, uh, they enjoy it... They're masochistic.”
“Don't tell me you've read up on that too,” she teased.
He was quiet, shoving his hands in his pocket after stabbing the button.
“Bobby?” she asked, frowning.
He was saved from having to answer her, as one of the morgue techs came out to wait for the elevator as well.
Alex had to wonder what was making him clam up like this. Normally he was a fountain of information when it came to bizarre things like this. Maybe it made him uncomfortable because he felt that it was too much like abuse. She knew quite well how he felt about that issue. It was times like these that she wished she could read his mind.
“So you're telling me that you don't think this is just a simple hit and run?”
Alex cocked her eyebrow at his comment. “Sir, this was never just a simple hit and run. A man, a state representative, has up and vanished.”
He nodded in agreement. “The more appropriate question would be, do you suspect foul play.”
“We do,” Bobby chimed in.
Ross glanced over at him briefly before looking back at Alex. “So what is it that you two want to do?”
“We want to search his home, first and foremost. We'll see if there's anything that might explain his disappearance and then we'll talk to the people they surrounded themselves with.”
“That's going to fun... Just make sure you don't step on any sensitive political toes,” he warned.
Goren gave a slight shrug. “We have to do our job, Captain.”
Ross regarded him for a moment. “I know you do, but that doesn't mean you can't do it without finesse.”
“What I think my partner is trying to say is that it's not really all that difficult to upset these people.” Whatever issue these two had with each other was starting to get a bit old. Alex found herself more annoyed with Ross. The man had never even given Bobby a chance to prove himself. He was a great cop and sure, he'd messed up in his day, but what person hadn't? His solve rate was impressive even before coming to MCS. According to Deakins, it'd been hell trying to get Narcotics to let him go. He was good at his job.
Ross regarded her for a long moment before giving her a sharp nod. “I'll get the D.A on the line and have her issue the warrant.”
They left his office and returned to their desks. “What is it with him?” Bobby asked as he sat down across from her.
She gave a shrug. “I don't know, Bobby... But you can't go instigating fights with your commanding officer,” she admonished gently.
“I didn't, I was just stating a fact,” he argued.
Her lips twitched. “Yes, you were stating a fact, but, in the words of Ross himself, with finesse.”
He sighed. “You're right.”
“When am I not?” She snarked, her cat-like grin broadening and her honey colored eyes sparkling with mischief.
There were times when it would hit him like a jolt that they were “dating.” It was real now. He'd brought it up and she seemed more than happy commit. Surprising as it was, that idea thrilled him to no end, however, there were things about himself that terrified and haunted him. If he couldn't even bear to think of them, how would she feel? She'd probably hate him, and be disgusted by his perverse fantasies. He shook his head and tried to focus on what she was saying to him.
She looked slightly annoyed. That was never a good sign for him. “You didn't hear a damn thing I said, did you?”
“S-sorry... You know me. I, uh, get caught up in my-my head.”
It was hard for her to stay irritated with him, especially when he stammered like that. It meant he was nervous, but it was also endearing. “I said we need to go talk to Rodgers and find out a little bit more about our girl,” she restated.
“Sounds like a good plan.” He stood up and followed her to the elevator. In times and places where he knew she was safe, he would always let her walk on ahead of him. , It was his way of showing her he knew she was the leader, the senior detective. That and he didn't mind the view from back here. As that thought popped into his head, he mentally chastised himself. This was a work environment, there was no time for thoughts like that here.
They were quiet as they rode down to the morgue. Bobby stood a little closer to her than was probably necessary, but she didn't seem to mind. He stayed where he was and proceeded to tag along behind her when the doors open to let them off.
Liz Rodgers looked up as they entered the cool room. “Ah, Detectives, I see you've come to drill me for answers,” she teased good-naturedly.
Alex nodded, her signature smile creeping up. “What have you got for us, Doc.”
“Well, at first glance she appears to be a healthy woman. Pregnant, but when the clothes came off, that was a totally different story.”
“What did you find?” Bobby asked curiously.
“It looks like your girl had the crap beat out of her on a regular basis. She's got severe scarring on her back, buttocks, and upper thighs. I see restraint marks on her ankles and wrists as well.”
“She was a sex slave?” Alex suggested.
“That's very possible,” Liz agreed.
Bobby was quiet as his eyes skimmed the body. It was very possible that she was a sex slave, but there was another option as well.
“You're quiet, that's never a good sign,” Eames said, turning to look at her partner.
“I'm just... M-mulling things over. Uh, you know?” He looked over at the M.E. “I-is there any other unusual findings?”
“Well, I've only done the preliminary exam, and I've had to rule out injuries sustained during the accident. The only other thing I found is anal tearing.”
He looked carefully at her. “As if she'd been... Sodomized?” he inquired.
“That thought came to mind, yes.”
He nodded. “Right. Thank you for your time,” he told her distractedly.
Alex waved to her as she followed Bobby out to the elevator. “Hey,” she said gently. “Care to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?”
“I'm not positive, but I don't think she was a sex slave.”
Her brows shot up. “You think she endured those beatings willingly?”
He tried not to get defensive. “Some people... They-they, uh, they enjoy it... They're masochistic.”
“Don't tell me you've read up on that too,” she teased.
He was quiet, shoving his hands in his pocket after stabbing the button.
“Bobby?” she asked, frowning.
He was saved from having to answer her, as one of the morgue techs came out to wait for the elevator as well.
Alex had to wonder what was making him clam up like this. Normally he was a fountain of information when it came to bizarre things like this. Maybe it made him uncomfortable because he felt that it was too much like abuse. She knew quite well how he felt about that issue. It was times like these that she wished she could read his mind.