Night of the storm
Title: The Night of the Storm
Author:
xunforgivenx
Theme/set: SVU: 24 Storm
Rating: PG
Claim + Additional characters: Olivia Benson
Warning: There is no real warning, implied violence, and not much else.
Summery: Canon Olivia re-emerges to stop a killer who kidnaps women during the wettest month in New York history. I have decided to stop being an asshat and finish 25_crimes. Suck it.
Word count: 1021
She could hear the rumble of the storm growing behind her, welling up, and steadily building for the last hour. It had always been behind her, even as she focused her gun in front of her and slowly walked through the high towers of crates that surrounded her. The storm had been ever present, like her fear and anxiety about this case. The weather man had said that this was the wettest month in New York’s history and she could believe it - everything around her was wet, damp, and humid from the rain that only paused when it deemed fit before it would explode all over New York without warning, in burst of white hot light and the crash of thunder that rattled the panes of glass in the office.
The storm had been following Olivia, hounding her like a shadow that stuck with her even in the blackest rooms. It called after her, chasing her even as she chased the perp who had been attacking female throughout the city. The man who had taken the women had become known as the water side killer, since he only seemed to take women who had been loitering or running next to water. He then returned them to the place they had been taken from, a day later.
The first four victims came up clean, the water washing all the forensic evidence away, it was only a small miracle that the fifth woman came up with something, skin under her fingernails got a hit off the National offender database. Wayne Berkstock was a two time loser, who had spent ten years as a guest of the state for breaking and entering when he was eighteen, there were rumors that he had sexually assaulted two of his female classmates during a field trip to the city - but nothing was ever proved.
Of course with that hit came a cat and mouse game in which Olivia was seemed to be always one step behind. He hadn’t checked in with his parole officer since he got out, the address he had given use to be his mother’s house - but his mother had died a year ago. He had liquidated all of her estate and had simply disappeared. Vanished, poofed, and all the police could do was blindly follow the few slip ups he had made during his reign of terror.
Olivia had ended up at a water front warehouse, it had been abandoned but a spotting of Berkstock at a local gas station and Hung’s forensic profile lead them up the shore to the dilapidated building. It was a perfect hiding spot, locked up - surrounded by other buildings of the same state that only had a minimal amount of human activity around it. Right on the water, Berkstock could appear and disappear by either boat or truck depending on his mood.
Elliot was set to watch the docs and the few boats tied up to the rotting wooden structure, waiting until the coast guard could show up and patrol the area better then one man could. There had been a brief argument between the two partners, like there usually was - Olivia wanted to go in right away, Elliot wanted to stay back and wait. When they decided to make the move then, Elliot wanted to go in while Olivia waited outside. He almost got what he wanted but when he couldn’t fit through the whole in the chain link fence, Olivia stepped up and slipped through without an issue.
The deeper she crept into the warehouse the louder the storm got outside, the wind smacked against the rusted sides of the building, rattling loose pieces of steel that kept the roof up. Everything groaned and lit up with bursts of light when lightening cracked over head - the sound of a whip coming down, snapping like a sonic boom before disappearing, leaving everything in blackness to absorb the boom that came after the flash. In the darkness the followed, she kept her ears alert to what was around the corner - what other noises she could faintly make out.
When she rounded another stack of boxes and inched toward the wide open space that was toward the back of the building. It had been purposely cleared away in order to have some living space. There were flood lights set up on the floor, angled up toward a tub with a sort of x made out of aluminum pipe crossed over the top of the tub. But there was nothing there, there was no noise, no movement, just silence and then tapping. Big, fat, thick rain drops started to fall - smacking against the roof top, splattering against the surface, a few thousand sacrificial kamikaze rain drops crashing to their demise.
It started off slow, a few smacks over head before they started falling harder, faster - beating against the roof top like a drum, pounding like her heart - the organ slammed against her rib cage in time with the rain falling on the roof. It was deafening, and the loss of one of her senses drove her toward panic, her palms were sweating and she gripped her gun tightly in order to give herself more confidence. When it didn't reassure as it should, she inched forward - at least in the open she could see all around her.
She was about to make another step when she felt the pain and then heard the noise - she thought, as she stumbled forward, hand instinctively going to the back of her neck, how funny it was that she should feel it before hearing it. Like the lightening, seeing it before it let loose it's loud crack. The poetic comparison was not lost on her, and she took the comparison further as the darkness of unconsciousness over took her. Just like the blackness that took the place of the white heat of the lightening.
Author:
xunforgivenx
Theme/set: SVU: 24 Storm
Rating: PG
Claim + Additional characters: Olivia Benson
Warning: There is no real warning, implied violence, and not much else.
Summery: Canon Olivia re-emerges to stop a killer who kidnaps women during the wettest month in New York history. I have decided to stop being an asshat and finish 25_crimes. Suck it.
Word count: 1021
She could hear the rumble of the storm growing behind her, welling up, and steadily building for the last hour. It had always been behind her, even as she focused her gun in front of her and slowly walked through the high towers of crates that surrounded her. The storm had been ever present, like her fear and anxiety about this case. The weather man had said that this was the wettest month in New York’s history and she could believe it - everything around her was wet, damp, and humid from the rain that only paused when it deemed fit before it would explode all over New York without warning, in burst of white hot light and the crash of thunder that rattled the panes of glass in the office.
The storm had been following Olivia, hounding her like a shadow that stuck with her even in the blackest rooms. It called after her, chasing her even as she chased the perp who had been attacking female throughout the city. The man who had taken the women had become known as the water side killer, since he only seemed to take women who had been loitering or running next to water. He then returned them to the place they had been taken from, a day later.
The first four victims came up clean, the water washing all the forensic evidence away, it was only a small miracle that the fifth woman came up with something, skin under her fingernails got a hit off the National offender database. Wayne Berkstock was a two time loser, who had spent ten years as a guest of the state for breaking and entering when he was eighteen, there were rumors that he had sexually assaulted two of his female classmates during a field trip to the city - but nothing was ever proved.
Of course with that hit came a cat and mouse game in which Olivia was seemed to be always one step behind. He hadn’t checked in with his parole officer since he got out, the address he had given use to be his mother’s house - but his mother had died a year ago. He had liquidated all of her estate and had simply disappeared. Vanished, poofed, and all the police could do was blindly follow the few slip ups he had made during his reign of terror.
Olivia had ended up at a water front warehouse, it had been abandoned but a spotting of Berkstock at a local gas station and Hung’s forensic profile lead them up the shore to the dilapidated building. It was a perfect hiding spot, locked up - surrounded by other buildings of the same state that only had a minimal amount of human activity around it. Right on the water, Berkstock could appear and disappear by either boat or truck depending on his mood.
Elliot was set to watch the docs and the few boats tied up to the rotting wooden structure, waiting until the coast guard could show up and patrol the area better then one man could. There had been a brief argument between the two partners, like there usually was - Olivia wanted to go in right away, Elliot wanted to stay back and wait. When they decided to make the move then, Elliot wanted to go in while Olivia waited outside. He almost got what he wanted but when he couldn’t fit through the whole in the chain link fence, Olivia stepped up and slipped through without an issue.
The deeper she crept into the warehouse the louder the storm got outside, the wind smacked against the rusted sides of the building, rattling loose pieces of steel that kept the roof up. Everything groaned and lit up with bursts of light when lightening cracked over head - the sound of a whip coming down, snapping like a sonic boom before disappearing, leaving everything in blackness to absorb the boom that came after the flash. In the darkness the followed, she kept her ears alert to what was around the corner - what other noises she could faintly make out.
When she rounded another stack of boxes and inched toward the wide open space that was toward the back of the building. It had been purposely cleared away in order to have some living space. There were flood lights set up on the floor, angled up toward a tub with a sort of x made out of aluminum pipe crossed over the top of the tub. But there was nothing there, there was no noise, no movement, just silence and then tapping. Big, fat, thick rain drops started to fall - smacking against the roof top, splattering against the surface, a few thousand sacrificial kamikaze rain drops crashing to their demise.
It started off slow, a few smacks over head before they started falling harder, faster - beating against the roof top like a drum, pounding like her heart - the organ slammed against her rib cage in time with the rain falling on the roof. It was deafening, and the loss of one of her senses drove her toward panic, her palms were sweating and she gripped her gun tightly in order to give herself more confidence. When it didn't reassure as it should, she inched forward - at least in the open she could see all around her.
She was about to make another step when she felt the pain and then heard the noise - she thought, as she stumbled forward, hand instinctively going to the back of her neck, how funny it was that she should feel it before hearing it. Like the lightening, seeing it before it let loose it's loud crack. The poetic comparison was not lost on her, and she took the comparison further as the darkness of unconsciousness over took her. Just like the blackness that took the place of the white heat of the lightening.