![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bantha_foddertitle: world without end
author: bantha_fodder
disclaimer: i do not own
fandom: the pretender / law and order: svu
please do not archive. not that you'd want to.
warning: omg unbetaed. also, this makes no sense (not that you're surprised)
summary: the similarities are superficial at best.
for those bitches, sloane and cgb. written whilst the internets were down at work today.
08/03/2005
*
Cragen opens his office door, and calls for attention.
"This is Jarod Little," he says, and gestures at the man beside him. Floppy brown hair, tall, no smiles. He'll last a day, says Olivia's grin. Elliot bumps his shoulder with hers as he stands, and she knows it means, Bet you dinner on it.
Cragen continues with a glare at Elliot and Olivia, as if he knows what they're doing. It wouldn't surprise them. "He's going to assist with the Hamilton investigation. He thinks he's seen something like it before, so listen to him for a bit. Little, these are Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, John Munch. Don't let them fool you."
Elliot leans forward to shake Little's hand as Cragen walks back into his office and slams the door. Elliot wonders what's up Cragen's ass, and raises an eyebrow at Olivia in an unspoken question. Munch isn't so circumspect.
"Wonder what's up his ass," Munch mutters, and Elliot laughs.
"So, the Captain bring you up to speed?" Elliot asks, as he releases Little's hand.
*
Little girl lost and she's got short brown hair. A little older and she has a tight smile, a nicotine stain between her fingers.
The similarities are superficial at best.
This worries him.
*
"Cassie Hamilton, ten year old found with contusions to her chest and evidence of sexual penetration," says Little. Fin passes him a folder, and Little opens it. A smiling face looks back at him. He pages past it, and tries not to flinch.
The folder is small, and its emptiness berates Elliot. He turns away from this girl that he cannot help.
Olivia rests her hand on his arm, and he takes strength from her. She pulls away.
"So, how can you help us?" asks Fin belligerently, hoping to draw attention away from Elliot's lapse.
"Yes," interjects Munch, picking up the flow. "Who are you, that you're so interested in a little girl?" Munch asks it like Little preys on little girls, and Little grimaces. He closes the folder, and puts his brief case on Fin's desk. He draws out eight thick manila folders, and Elliot peers around the lid to see what else he's keeping in there. He sees a red notebook and a glasses case before Little shuts the lid. Little looks at him.
"I don't keep much in there," he says with a straight face, like he's not reading Elliot's mind, and starts passing the folders around. "These are women of varying ages, all with short brown hair, similar socio-economic backgrounds and no mother in their lives. Nothing else in common; they live in different cities, are different ages, have different jobs and hobbies. They've all been found dead in the last three weeks, with contusions and evidence of sexual penetration, and these little plaits in their hair." Little points to the picture Munch is looking at.
"Rich girls, too," comments Munch.
"Cassie Hamilton had plaits in her hair," interrupts Olivia, before Munch can get started.
*
There's a new body found, and he panics. He was careful not to leave any hints at his last hideout: he doesn't want her stumbling into this mess, but she always knows where he is.
*
Little gets a phone call in the middle of a stakeout, and moves to take it where no one can overhear.
Munch lowers his voice. "What do we think of him?" He gestures towards Little, and Elliot knows that Little can hear them.
"Cannabis problem," Elliot replies loudly, and Little hangs up in time to laugh with him.
Elliot's not sure why Munch is on the stakeout, but he misses Olivia.
*
There's a girl on the floor, but she's breathing, and a guy passed out on the bed. Jarod takes a second to think, How could an amateur? before he helps Olivia get the girl off the floor.
She looks just like Parker, but he'll worry later.
*
Elliot's late back, and Olivia gives him a sympathetic smile as he sits down. Munch walks into the squad room, followed by a woman with short brown hair and no time for silence. He leads her to the Captain's office; she walks in without knocking, and starts making threats without closing the door. She leaves some men in the squad room, and they look unperturbed as the yelling starts.
"That's an interesting picture you have there," says a soft voice behind Olivia, and she's surprised to find the older man looking over her shoulder.
"It was a gift," she replies, and he smiles.
"Jarod is a good man." He is whisked away by an angry woman, two hours too late.
Olivia imagines plaits in the woman's hair.
*
She closes her eyes, and he kisses her forehead. He's glad she's still alive to chase him.
He doesn't want any other.
author: bantha_fodder
disclaimer: i do not own
fandom: the pretender / law and order: svu
please do not archive. not that you'd want to.
warning: omg unbetaed. also, this makes no sense (not that you're surprised)
summary: the similarities are superficial at best.
for those bitches, sloane and cgb. written whilst the internets were down at work today.
08/03/2005
*
Cragen opens his office door, and calls for attention.
"This is Jarod Little," he says, and gestures at the man beside him. Floppy brown hair, tall, no smiles. He'll last a day, says Olivia's grin. Elliot bumps his shoulder with hers as he stands, and she knows it means, Bet you dinner on it.
Cragen continues with a glare at Elliot and Olivia, as if he knows what they're doing. It wouldn't surprise them. "He's going to assist with the Hamilton investigation. He thinks he's seen something like it before, so listen to him for a bit. Little, these are Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, John Munch. Don't let them fool you."
Elliot leans forward to shake Little's hand as Cragen walks back into his office and slams the door. Elliot wonders what's up Cragen's ass, and raises an eyebrow at Olivia in an unspoken question. Munch isn't so circumspect.
"Wonder what's up his ass," Munch mutters, and Elliot laughs.
"So, the Captain bring you up to speed?" Elliot asks, as he releases Little's hand.
*
Little girl lost and she's got short brown hair. A little older and she has a tight smile, a nicotine stain between her fingers.
The similarities are superficial at best.
This worries him.
*
"Cassie Hamilton, ten year old found with contusions to her chest and evidence of sexual penetration," says Little. Fin passes him a folder, and Little opens it. A smiling face looks back at him. He pages past it, and tries not to flinch.
The folder is small, and its emptiness berates Elliot. He turns away from this girl that he cannot help.
Olivia rests her hand on his arm, and he takes strength from her. She pulls away.
"So, how can you help us?" asks Fin belligerently, hoping to draw attention away from Elliot's lapse.
"Yes," interjects Munch, picking up the flow. "Who are you, that you're so interested in a little girl?" Munch asks it like Little preys on little girls, and Little grimaces. He closes the folder, and puts his brief case on Fin's desk. He draws out eight thick manila folders, and Elliot peers around the lid to see what else he's keeping in there. He sees a red notebook and a glasses case before Little shuts the lid. Little looks at him.
"I don't keep much in there," he says with a straight face, like he's not reading Elliot's mind, and starts passing the folders around. "These are women of varying ages, all with short brown hair, similar socio-economic backgrounds and no mother in their lives. Nothing else in common; they live in different cities, are different ages, have different jobs and hobbies. They've all been found dead in the last three weeks, with contusions and evidence of sexual penetration, and these little plaits in their hair." Little points to the picture Munch is looking at.
"Rich girls, too," comments Munch.
"Cassie Hamilton had plaits in her hair," interrupts Olivia, before Munch can get started.
*
There's a new body found, and he panics. He was careful not to leave any hints at his last hideout: he doesn't want her stumbling into this mess, but she always knows where he is.
*
Little gets a phone call in the middle of a stakeout, and moves to take it where no one can overhear.
Munch lowers his voice. "What do we think of him?" He gestures towards Little, and Elliot knows that Little can hear them.
"Cannabis problem," Elliot replies loudly, and Little hangs up in time to laugh with him.
Elliot's not sure why Munch is on the stakeout, but he misses Olivia.
*
There's a girl on the floor, but she's breathing, and a guy passed out on the bed. Jarod takes a second to think, How could an amateur? before he helps Olivia get the girl off the floor.
She looks just like Parker, but he'll worry later.
*
Elliot's late back, and Olivia gives him a sympathetic smile as he sits down. Munch walks into the squad room, followed by a woman with short brown hair and no time for silence. He leads her to the Captain's office; she walks in without knocking, and starts making threats without closing the door. She leaves some men in the squad room, and they look unperturbed as the yelling starts.
"That's an interesting picture you have there," says a soft voice behind Olivia, and she's surprised to find the older man looking over her shoulder.
"It was a gift," she replies, and he smiles.
"Jarod is a good man." He is whisked away by an angry woman, two hours too late.
Olivia imagines plaits in the woman's hair.
*
She closes her eyes, and he kisses her forehead. He's glad she's still alive to chase him.
He doesn't want any other.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-08 03:30 am (UTC)"It was a gift," she replies, and he smiles.
And who was after the Parker look-alikes?
I like the way you break your story into short flashes but I did get a bit lost on this one. Maybe it's just a while since I saw The Pretender?
(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-08 04:21 am (UTC)My own pretentions, most likely. It was actually a reference to something I forgot to write into it, but oh well. These things happen, alas.
And who was after the Parker look-alikes?
I was hoping it would be Lyle, at the same time as hoping it was Jarod, but alas, it was neither. I'm sorry, I'm no help whatsover, am I?
I did get a bit lost on this one.
Do not blame yourself! It was my fault for not explaining it properly - and also, the bad influence of Sloane, who encourages me to write in these confusing flashes of plot.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-08 04:52 am (UTC)I did actually contemplate the ambiguity of Jarod in this story (as in, "could he...?") but then they found a guy on the bed and I thought that was supposed to be the perp... And if you were going to make Jarod a paeodphile (and i have *always* been of the opinion that he is seriously fucked up so this isn't too much of a stretch) I would expect some degree of moral torment.
I don't think you need to explain it so much as hint or be purposely ambiguous. Or something. Fuck, I don't know.
It should have been Mr Lyle. Because twincest is fun - and scary - if a little obvious.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-08 05:13 am (UTC)That was sort of the point, earlier on (heh, it feels funny saying 'earlier on' considering it was so short, but you know what I mean); Jarod's ambiguity is so important to everything, I always feel. Because Jarod could so easily be a sociopath, or a killer, or anything (obviously). And Kyle was such a prime example of that. Also, of course, Lyle and Damien(?). Anyway, those hints of 'maybe it was Jarod' were intentional.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-08 05:44 am (UTC)Yeah, cool. I like psycho-Jarod. Should be more of him.