Law and order SVU..no it doesn't belong to me and never will until my plans
for world domination come through..and they won't. (damn...)
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Her pupils were enlarged in the distilled light of the old lamp. Her scarred arms moved over the page in her notebook in quick, easy strokes. In her delicate hand she held a pencil which glided over the paper, creating a masterpiece. A tiny smile graced her face but soon disappeared with the slam of a door.
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Elliot yawned hugely. "Not much sleep last night?" Olivia, sitting opposite to him grinned.
"I guess sleeping is quite impossible with two 11 year olds bouncing up and down on the bed." He replied.
Olivia laughed. Elliot had been separated for just over two weeks now after numerous disagreements with his wife. There weren't any hard feelings on the matter, it seemed she just hadn't planned to be a stay at home mom the rest of her life.
"Dickie and Lizzie are full of energy as usual?"
"Yep, full of energy but keeping me up all night. Lucky for me Maureen came in and took them away."
"You can't blame them though Elliot, they don't get to see you very often."
"Yeah."
Kathleen came into the squadroom at that moment, saw her father and ran over to hug him viciously.
"Hey, why the sudden change in character, Kat?" Elliot asked, blue eyes glinting with mischief. (The two had just had a spat in the morning about who got an extra egg, courtesy of Maureen.)
"Gee, can you stop being so childish?" She demanded, "I've got a friend here and you're prob'ly going to scare her."
Elliot surveyed the young girl come into the room. By what she wore he could see she was obviously the shy type. A grey jumper at least two sizes too big covered her scrawny body and hung down to her knees. Her legs shook inside the worn pair of cargo pants as she looked at each person in the room. Also, this girl was the smallest in the room and only stood at about five feet and three inches. This fact was obvious to her and her bright green eyes were wide with fear.
"Hey there, I'm Elliot, Kat's dad. What's your name?" She looked up slowly to meet Elliot's gaze then practically jumped out of her skin.
"Ummm...I'm K, K, Kali..." she stammered not meeting his eyes. As she said this her jumper sleeve rode up slightly to reveal bad cuts and bruises on her arm. Though Elliot noted this fact he kept it to himself, not wanting to scare her anymore than he already had.
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Okay, if anyone who reads this remembers how old Kathleen is I'd really like to know..R&R please!!!!
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Her pupils were enlarged in the distilled light of the old lamp. Her scarred arms moved over the page in her notebook in quick, easy strokes. In her delicate hand she held a pencil which glided over the paper, creating a masterpiece. A tiny smile graced her face but soon disappeared with the slam of a door.
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Elliot yawned hugely. "Not much sleep last night?" Olivia, sitting opposite to him grinned.
"I guess sleeping is quite impossible with two 11 year olds bouncing up and down on the bed." He replied.
Olivia laughed. Elliot had been separated for just over two weeks now after numerous disagreements with his wife. There weren't any hard feelings on the matter, it seemed she just hadn't planned to be a stay at home mom the rest of her life.
"Dickie and Lizzie are full of energy as usual?"
"Yep, full of energy but keeping me up all night. Lucky for me Maureen came in and took them away."
"You can't blame them though Elliot, they don't get to see you very often."
"Yeah."
Kathleen came into the squadroom at that moment, saw her father and ran over to hug him viciously.
"Hey, why the sudden change in character, Kat?" Elliot asked, blue eyes glinting with mischief. (The two had just had a spat in the morning about who got an extra egg, courtesy of Maureen.)
"Gee, can you stop being so childish?" She demanded, "I've got a friend here and you're prob'ly going to scare her."
Elliot surveyed the young girl come into the room. By what she wore he could see she was obviously the shy type. A grey jumper at least two sizes too big covered her scrawny body and hung down to her knees. Her legs shook inside the worn pair of cargo pants as she looked at each person in the room. Also, this girl was the smallest in the room and only stood at about five feet and three inches. This fact was obvious to her and her bright green eyes were wide with fear.
"Hey there, I'm Elliot, Kat's dad. What's your name?" She looked up slowly to meet Elliot's gaze then practically jumped out of her skin.
"Ummm...I'm K, K, Kali..." she stammered not meeting his eyes. As she said this her jumper sleeve rode up slightly to reveal bad cuts and bruises on her arm. Though Elliot noted this fact he kept it to himself, not wanting to scare her anymore than he already had.
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Okay, if anyone who reads this remembers how old Kathleen is I'd really like to know..R&R please!!!!