she was in shock - elliot/callie - diy_prompts - (plan)
Username: littleton_pace
Prompt Letter/Word: P for plan for diy_prompts.
Fandom: Law&Order SVU
Summary: Her name.
Character/Ship: Elliot/Callie (original character played by Melissa George)
Author's Notes: An original storyline I've had in my head for awhile, will continue over a few prompts. Set in season 7, after Elliot divorces Kathy and while Olivia is transferred to another unit.
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment only. No copyright infringement intended.
She Was In Shock
Elliot slowly directed the young woman into one of the interview rooms. She didn’t look at anyone or anything; instead staring down at her baby and letting Elliot guide her. He wished Olivia was here; she was excellent with cases like this; but she had transferred to the Computer Crimes Unit after a particularly taxing case had strained their partnership.
Munch wouldn’t show his face until after nine, Finn was working undercover for the week with Narcotics, and the Captain was holed up in his office with a permanent stress line on his brow. Elliot had to take this one alone.
She was frightened; but not of him. Elliot sat her in a chair; he had to direct her to it and rest her down. She was most definitely in shock; traumatized. Even though her coat was thick and woollen, Elliot’s fingers grazed the girl’s skin and he felt how cold she was. “Let me get you something to drink.”
She didn’t answer, didn’t say a word as he made her a cup of green tea. He slid the steaming mug in front of her and sat on the opposite chair. She didn’t take the cup; she kept her hands around her baby. “What’s your baby’s name?” He asked carefully.
“I... haven’t named him... yet.” She whispered; her voice somewhat stronger than it had been in the hall.
“It’s a boy?”
She nodded. Then, as if she’d had a sudden idea, she lurched forwards to Elliot. “He’s cold! He needs to be warmer!”
“Ok, ok,” Elliot said, holding up his hands to her. “Why don’t you give him to me and-”
“No!” She screamed and jumped up out of the chair, grasping her child to her chest; he wailed. “NO! I won’t let you take my baby!”
“Hey, hey,” Elliot said calmly, keeping his distance. “I am not going to take your baby, do you hear me?” She wasn’t paying attention; she was trying to soothe her son. “Ma’am, look at me!” He used a tone of voice that had been handy for him barking orders in the marines. “I will not touch your baby if you don’t want me to, okay? I promise.” He backed away from her. “I’m going to get you a blanket for him; and then I’ll come right back.”
“No, don’t go,” she said, her tone startled. “You’re going to get someone to take him from me, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely not.” Elliot said, approaching the window, currently with its blinds drawn closed. “See this?” He tugged the cord and the blinds opened. “At the back there next to the coffee machine is a cupboard with blankets in it. I’m just gonna walk right over there; and come right back. You can watch me the whole time, okay?”
She didn’t seem too convinced but she didn’t say anything else as he left. Her jaw clenched shut and her nostrils flared. Her baby was calming.
Elliot intended to keep his word, so he didn’t miss a step when Captain Cragen approached him with a concern. “Elliot; what the hell is going on in there? I can hear the screaming from my office; do you need help?”
“Captain, I got this. Female, twenties, has a newborn, looks like she’s been beaten to hell,” He spoke quickly as he searched the cupboard for the least moth-eaten quilt. “I’m trying to get her to trust me but she’s on edge, call Huang and have him on standby but just keep everyone away from that interview room, okay?”
Cragen sighed as he busied himself making a cup of coffee. “You got it; I’ll text you when Huang comes in.”
Elliot found two blankets, grabbed a bottle of water from beside the coffee pot and muttered thanks to his boss before heading back to the interview room.
“See?” He said to the girl as he came back into the room, shutting the door and blinds so they were alone. “I came right back.” He offered the blankets out towards her and set them on the table, bottle of water nestled on top.
She eyed the blankets, and then Elliot. She wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes still glistened. “Callie.” She mumbled.
“What?”
A new wave of panic flew over across her eyes. “I think it’s my name.” She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “I remember now.”
“Callie.” Elliot repeated. “Beautiful name.” He folded his arms and rested back against the front door; giving her most of the space in the room. “Is it short for something?”
“Caleb Cross.” She muttered; eyebrows knitting together as if her name was a memory so hard to remember she had to focus on nothing else. “My... my parents thought I’d be a boy... aging hippies... they kept the name. I don’t like it... I like Callie Cross.”
That was the most she had spoken to him, and, over the next half-hour, she said nothing else.
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Prompt Letter/Word: P for plan for diy_prompts.
Fandom: Law&Order SVU
Summary: Her name.
Character/Ship: Elliot/Callie (original character played by Melissa George)
Author's Notes: An original storyline I've had in my head for awhile, will continue over a few prompts. Set in season 7, after Elliot divorces Kathy and while Olivia is transferred to another unit.
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment only. No copyright infringement intended.
She Was In Shock
Elliot slowly directed the young woman into one of the interview rooms. She didn’t look at anyone or anything; instead staring down at her baby and letting Elliot guide her. He wished Olivia was here; she was excellent with cases like this; but she had transferred to the Computer Crimes Unit after a particularly taxing case had strained their partnership.
Munch wouldn’t show his face until after nine, Finn was working undercover for the week with Narcotics, and the Captain was holed up in his office with a permanent stress line on his brow. Elliot had to take this one alone.
She was frightened; but not of him. Elliot sat her in a chair; he had to direct her to it and rest her down. She was most definitely in shock; traumatized. Even though her coat was thick and woollen, Elliot’s fingers grazed the girl’s skin and he felt how cold she was. “Let me get you something to drink.”
She didn’t answer, didn’t say a word as he made her a cup of green tea. He slid the steaming mug in front of her and sat on the opposite chair. She didn’t take the cup; she kept her hands around her baby. “What’s your baby’s name?” He asked carefully.
“I... haven’t named him... yet.” She whispered; her voice somewhat stronger than it had been in the hall.
“It’s a boy?”
She nodded. Then, as if she’d had a sudden idea, she lurched forwards to Elliot. “He’s cold! He needs to be warmer!”
“Ok, ok,” Elliot said, holding up his hands to her. “Why don’t you give him to me and-”
“No!” She screamed and jumped up out of the chair, grasping her child to her chest; he wailed. “NO! I won’t let you take my baby!”
“Hey, hey,” Elliot said calmly, keeping his distance. “I am not going to take your baby, do you hear me?” She wasn’t paying attention; she was trying to soothe her son. “Ma’am, look at me!” He used a tone of voice that had been handy for him barking orders in the marines. “I will not touch your baby if you don’t want me to, okay? I promise.” He backed away from her. “I’m going to get you a blanket for him; and then I’ll come right back.”
“No, don’t go,” she said, her tone startled. “You’re going to get someone to take him from me, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely not.” Elliot said, approaching the window, currently with its blinds drawn closed. “See this?” He tugged the cord and the blinds opened. “At the back there next to the coffee machine is a cupboard with blankets in it. I’m just gonna walk right over there; and come right back. You can watch me the whole time, okay?”
She didn’t seem too convinced but she didn’t say anything else as he left. Her jaw clenched shut and her nostrils flared. Her baby was calming.
Elliot intended to keep his word, so he didn’t miss a step when Captain Cragen approached him with a concern. “Elliot; what the hell is going on in there? I can hear the screaming from my office; do you need help?”
“Captain, I got this. Female, twenties, has a newborn, looks like she’s been beaten to hell,” He spoke quickly as he searched the cupboard for the least moth-eaten quilt. “I’m trying to get her to trust me but she’s on edge, call Huang and have him on standby but just keep everyone away from that interview room, okay?”
Cragen sighed as he busied himself making a cup of coffee. “You got it; I’ll text you when Huang comes in.”
Elliot found two blankets, grabbed a bottle of water from beside the coffee pot and muttered thanks to his boss before heading back to the interview room.
“See?” He said to the girl as he came back into the room, shutting the door and blinds so they were alone. “I came right back.” He offered the blankets out towards her and set them on the table, bottle of water nestled on top.
She eyed the blankets, and then Elliot. She wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes still glistened. “Callie.” She mumbled.
“What?”
A new wave of panic flew over across her eyes. “I think it’s my name.” She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “I remember now.”
“Callie.” Elliot repeated. “Beautiful name.” He folded his arms and rested back against the front door; giving her most of the space in the room. “Is it short for something?”
“Caleb Cross.” She muttered; eyebrows knitting together as if her name was a memory so hard to remember she had to focus on nothing else. “My... my parents thought I’d be a boy... aging hippies... they kept the name. I don’t like it... I like Callie Cross.”
That was the most she had spoken to him, and, over the next half-hour, she said nothing else.
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