she was making progress - elliot/callie - diy_prompts - (panic)
Username: littleton_pace
Prompt Letter/Word: P for panic for diy_prompts.
Fandom: Law&Order SVU
Summary: Her story continues.
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 Making Progress
Callie became mute once again after Elliot told her the date; but she did manage to polish off the bottle of water and nod politely when he offered to get her another. She didn’t seem as anxious at him leaving this time; but Elliot still flipped open the blinds so Callie could always see him, and see that he wasn’t going to call someone to take her baby away.
Cragen met Elliot at the fridge where, as well as water, he collected a can of soda, some juice and even a small carton of chocolate milk. “I need missing persons reports from the end of May ’05 female, 20’s, Caucasian. And she has an accent.”
“From where?”
“I’m not sure, English, maybe. I don’t wanna ask her too specific questions, she embellishes on her own as her memory comes back. I’ll try and find out when I go back in”
“Does she need immediate medical attention? Or the child?”
“They both seem fine; baby’s moving, making noises...”
“There are some diapers and baby clothes in the storeroom; I’ll get you some and leave it by the door.”
“Thanks, Cap’m,” Elliot said, arms loaded with drinks as he headed back for the interview room.
Callie was sitting on the floor with her baby in her lap, cradled between her knees. She had her arms at her sides and was tiredly resting her head against the wall.
“Callie?”
As soon as she saw she wasn’t alone anymore, Callie wrapped her arms around her son and held him close. “He gets heavy...” She said as though she felt she had to explain.
“Yeah, I know they are. I got four.” Elliot thought maybe connecting to her one a parental level would help. “In fact, my wife had twins; I had to carry two at a time.” The briefest of smiles flew across her lips.
“I brought you these.” Elliot laid out the drinks on the desk. “I thought you might like something more interesting than water.”
“Thank you.”
“So,” Elliot eased himself casually into a chair and cracked open one of the soda cans. “I noticed your accent; not a born and bred New Yorker, are you?” He smirked, hoping she would take it as a general observation and not an intimidation tactic.
“I’m from Australia.” She answered straight away.
“Wow; then you are a long way from home.”
“No, I moved here four years ago...” She paused and bit her lip. “I guess that’s five years, now...”
“Why did you move here?” Elliot asked coolly.
“For school...” Her face had that expression again, the scrunched in thought look where she was desperately trying to separate true memory from delusion. “I, tran-transferred to NYU from Australia for a semester... after I graduated I came back, I’d had a lot of job offers.”
“Job offers in what field?”
“IT. Ah, companies wanted me to design and run their websites or manage the internet sales for them; stuff like that.”
Elliot smiled. “Good. Your memory’s coming back. That’s good; it means the shock’s wearing off.” He rose to his feet and took her the second can of soda, kneeling beside her on the floor. “Here.”
“Thank you.” She said, taking the can and just setting it in front of her.
“Callie,” Elliot ventured softly. “We can’t sit in this room forever.”
She nodded. “I know... just... a little while longer?”
There was a knock at the door, Elliot knew it would be the Captain with the baby clothes, but the very noise of knuckles on wood sent Callie into a panic attack. She clutched her baby tighter to body and pressed her chin against her chest, eyes closed tight and breathing fast.
“Callie, everything’s okay,” Elliot said softly. “That’s my boss; he found some clothes and stuff for your boy. Be nice for him to get into something warm and clean, right?” He could hear her counting to ten, which was a common anxiety relief technique. “You’re fine, Callie. I’ll be right back.”
Elliot stuck his head out the door. “Cap!” he grabbed his boss’s arm in a hushed whisper. “She’s Australian, transferred to NYU from her hometown university; we gotta be able to get records on that right?”
Cragen nodded. “I’ll get the Tech’s on it right now.”
“George here yet?”
“Just talked to him; he’s in traffic, twenty more minutes max.”
“Thanks, Cap,” Elliot lifted the box of baby clothes, diapers, wipes and even some toys and took them back into the interview room.
Callie was somewhat calmer, she still held her son tightly to her chest, but she’d opened the can of soda and was taking a few slow sips.
“I’m going to give this to you, ok?” Elliot said, cautiously walking towards her and setting the box down on the floor within her reaching distance. “No rush; you take your time.” He went back to the desk and sat down. “Callie...” he said slowly. “I have a friend, he’s a doctor, and he’s going to be coming into work soon. I think you should talk to him.”
“NO!” Callie sprang to her feet, dropping her can of soda. The contents of it oozed out fizzling in a translucent orange puddle. “You lied! He’s going to take my baby!”
“Callie, no, he is NOT going to take your baby!” Elliot got to his feet but the panic in Callie’s eyes kept him from stepping toward her. “He just wants to make sure you’re okay!”
“He’ll take my baby!” Callie shrieked. “He’ll take him away! I won’t let you take him away! I WON’T LET YOU TAKE MY BABY!”
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Prompt Letter/Word: P for panic for diy_prompts.
Fandom: Law&Order SVU
Summary: Her story continues.
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 Making Progress
Callie became mute once again after Elliot told her the date; but she did manage to polish off the bottle of water and nod politely when he offered to get her another. She didn’t seem as anxious at him leaving this time; but Elliot still flipped open the blinds so Callie could always see him, and see that he wasn’t going to call someone to take her baby away.
Cragen met Elliot at the fridge where, as well as water, he collected a can of soda, some juice and even a small carton of chocolate milk. “I need missing persons reports from the end of May ’05 female, 20’s, Caucasian. And she has an accent.”
“From where?”
“I’m not sure, English, maybe. I don’t wanna ask her too specific questions, she embellishes on her own as her memory comes back. I’ll try and find out when I go back in”
“Does she need immediate medical attention? Or the child?”
“They both seem fine; baby’s moving, making noises...”
“There are some diapers and baby clothes in the storeroom; I’ll get you some and leave it by the door.”
“Thanks, Cap’m,” Elliot said, arms loaded with drinks as he headed back for the interview room.
Callie was sitting on the floor with her baby in her lap, cradled between her knees. She had her arms at her sides and was tiredly resting her head against the wall.
“Callie?”
As soon as she saw she wasn’t alone anymore, Callie wrapped her arms around her son and held him close. “He gets heavy...” She said as though she felt she had to explain.
“Yeah, I know they are. I got four.” Elliot thought maybe connecting to her one a parental level would help. “In fact, my wife had twins; I had to carry two at a time.” The briefest of smiles flew across her lips.
“I brought you these.” Elliot laid out the drinks on the desk. “I thought you might like something more interesting than water.”
“Thank you.”
“So,” Elliot eased himself casually into a chair and cracked open one of the soda cans. “I noticed your accent; not a born and bred New Yorker, are you?” He smirked, hoping she would take it as a general observation and not an intimidation tactic.
“I’m from Australia.” She answered straight away.
“Wow; then you are a long way from home.”
“No, I moved here four years ago...” She paused and bit her lip. “I guess that’s five years, now...”
“Why did you move here?” Elliot asked coolly.
“For school...” Her face had that expression again, the scrunched in thought look where she was desperately trying to separate true memory from delusion. “I, tran-transferred to NYU from Australia for a semester... after I graduated I came back, I’d had a lot of job offers.”
“Job offers in what field?”
“IT. Ah, companies wanted me to design and run their websites or manage the internet sales for them; stuff like that.”
Elliot smiled. “Good. Your memory’s coming back. That’s good; it means the shock’s wearing off.” He rose to his feet and took her the second can of soda, kneeling beside her on the floor. “Here.”
“Thank you.” She said, taking the can and just setting it in front of her.
“Callie,” Elliot ventured softly. “We can’t sit in this room forever.”
She nodded. “I know... just... a little while longer?”
There was a knock at the door, Elliot knew it would be the Captain with the baby clothes, but the very noise of knuckles on wood sent Callie into a panic attack. She clutched her baby tighter to body and pressed her chin against her chest, eyes closed tight and breathing fast.
“Callie, everything’s okay,” Elliot said softly. “That’s my boss; he found some clothes and stuff for your boy. Be nice for him to get into something warm and clean, right?” He could hear her counting to ten, which was a common anxiety relief technique. “You’re fine, Callie. I’ll be right back.”
Elliot stuck his head out the door. “Cap!” he grabbed his boss’s arm in a hushed whisper. “She’s Australian, transferred to NYU from her hometown university; we gotta be able to get records on that right?”
Cragen nodded. “I’ll get the Tech’s on it right now.”
“George here yet?”
“Just talked to him; he’s in traffic, twenty more minutes max.”
“Thanks, Cap,” Elliot lifted the box of baby clothes, diapers, wipes and even some toys and took them back into the interview room.
Callie was somewhat calmer, she still held her son tightly to her chest, but she’d opened the can of soda and was taking a few slow sips.
“I’m going to give this to you, ok?” Elliot said, cautiously walking towards her and setting the box down on the floor within her reaching distance. “No rush; you take your time.” He went back to the desk and sat down. “Callie...” he said slowly. “I have a friend, he’s a doctor, and he’s going to be coming into work soon. I think you should talk to him.”
“NO!” Callie sprang to her feet, dropping her can of soda. The contents of it oozed out fizzling in a translucent orange puddle. “You lied! He’s going to take my baby!”
“Callie, no, he is NOT going to take your baby!” Elliot got to his feet but the panic in Callie’s eyes kept him from stepping toward her. “He just wants to make sure you’re okay!”
“He’ll take my baby!” Callie shrieked. “He’ll take him away! I won’t let you take him away! I WON’T LET YOU TAKE MY BABY!”
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