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Summary: During a routine investigation, Elliot Stabler learns he has another daughter. How exactly will he handle the shockingly brass brunette who seems to have no regards for her own safety and a penchant for leather clothing?

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Chapter One

Title: Chapter 1
Series: The flipped side of My daughter…the what?
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: L & O-Dick Wolf…BtVS & Angel-Joss Whedon…me-nothing
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is in no how connect to My daughter…the what?. It is the flipside to that story, as in, what if Faith was Elliot's daughter and not Buffy. This will be a little darker but not angsty (I don't do angst). The main Sunnydale characters of this story will be Faith and Willow. I've got some of the pairings set up and some I'm debating on.

Timeline: Takes place about two years post season 7 of Buffy and season 4 of Angel. Angel did take Wolfram & Hart but instead of the scobbies going all worldwide, they stuck to L.A. Buffy and Angel are together (not that it will make a huge difference to this story as they won't have a huge part). Anya survived and married Xander. Willow and Kennedy are not together.

Law & Order: SVU-takes place after Kathy left Elliot but before they legally separated. Maureen is eighteen, Kathleen sixteen, and the twins are thirteen. Casey is the ADA.

Law & Order: CI-takes place after Logan starts working for the Major Case Squad.

Another A/N: Faith's age, to me, is up for debates. I always saw her as younger than Buffy (going by when she called Buffy big sis) and for this story, she was called when she was fourteen which makes her twenty in this.


“Okay, so we have five girls, ages ranging from eight to thirteen.” Captain Donald Cragen points to a whiteboard with five pictures taped to it. “All of them from different nationalities; one African American, one Caucasian, one Latino, one Italian, and one Chinese, the last happening to be the daughter an ambassador. I don’t even have to tell you the amount of pressure I’m getting from upstairs; we need to find this bastard.”

“It’s too erratic to make a decent profile from.” Doctor George Huang comments. “Best guess, white male, somewhere between the age of 28-36.”

“We’re running the partial license plates, DMV will call if they get anything.” Detective Olivia Benson says.

“And the witness that saw the Latino girl being grabbed is with a sketch artist.” Detective Elliot Stabler adds.

“That’s all we got, though, isn’t it?” Detective John Munch asks. “Five different girls taken by a man driving a blue mini-van.”

“That isn’t much.” Detective Odafin ‘Fin’ Tutuola points out. “Five girls got nabbed and nobody but one person seen him?”

Cragen starts to say something when the phone beside him rings. “Captain Cragen.” “We don’t have the manpower to spare right…send it through.”

“Captain?” Elliot asks.

“A 911 dispatcher recorded a call a few minutes ago.” Cragen says. “She thinks it’s about our perp.” The phone rings again and Cragen picks it up. “Captain Cragen. Okay.” He presses the speaker phone button and then hangs up the handset.

At first it’s silent and then quiet cries can be heard. After the first few seconds, two voices become distinguishable, both of them adults.

“What the fuck?” A husky-drugged sounding female voice says. “Yo, dude, what’s up with the kidnapping?”

“You shouldn’t be awake.” A deep male voice says.

“Yeah, well, I guess I wasn’t tired.” The female says. “Okay, what’s with the little girls; you starting a collection or something?”

There’s a long pause before the male voice speaks again. “They’re my toys.”

“Oh, that is beyond gross.” The female shouts, disgust evident in her voice. “What the hell are you doing; she can’t be more than nine.”

“I know.” The male whispers lowly. “I picked her out special, her skin is a nice mocha brown.”

“I think somebody had their extra-crazy flakes this morning.” The female mutters. There’s another pause before she shouts. “Get your fucking hands off her, you piece of shit.”

“Aw, but we must begin the games.” He says.

Another brief pause. “Just get away from her.” She pleads. “Look, I’m all tied up here, unable to rip your balls off and shove them down your throat. You have free rein; do whatever the hell you want to me but get away from that little girl.”

“No.” He says firmly.

There is another pause and then the sound of a little girl crying.

“They get a trace on this?” Elliot asks Cragen.

“No.” Cragen reaches to turn the phone off, thinking it’s done when the female laughs, a low, mocking laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” The male asks.

“You.” She replies. “Cause I think I get it; they can’t fight back and they can’t mock you, which I gotta say, pencil dick, I would be mocking.”

“What the hell is she doing?” Olivia whispers.

There’s the loud sound of a fist hitting flesh. “You fucking bitch.” The male yells. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“You’re not that hard to figure out.” She says. “About 6’2”, 250 lbs, mostly muscle from where I’m standing. You were a bully in school, weren’t you?”

“Nobody messed with me.” He agrees.

“Write this down.” Cragen orders.

“Pumped those muscles up so you don’t look as weak as you are.” She says.

Another hit followed by a few curses.

There’s the audible sound of someone spitting, followed by laughter. “Hitting a nerve, am I?” She says. “I bet you have some physical job so you can feel all manly; maybe a physical trainer or a cop.”

“Looks like you can’t figure me out too well.” He mocks. “I work for the water company.”

“Whoa, you’re one of those meter reader guys, aren’t you?” She laughs. “If that’s not a disappointment for you, and I’m guessing mommy too. You just scream ‘mommy’s boy’. I bet you slept with a night light until you were 10, probably wet the bed too.”

“Shut up, you fucking whore.” He screams and the sound of fist hitting flesh is heard again.

“What the hell is she doing?” Olivia repeats again. “He’s going to kill her.”

“She’s trying to piss him off.” Huang says.

“We can hear that.” Elliot replies, wincing at each hit. “Question is, why?”

“She’s distracting him.” Huang says. “Making sure all his attention is on her; I’m not sure how long it will work before he kills her.”

“Your last girl laughed.” She says. “And you beat the hell out of her, probably put her in the hospital.”

“Cindy got what was coming to her.” He yells. “Fucking bitch, learned to keep her mouth shut.”

“I got it all wrong.” She says. “You’re not a mommy’s boy; you hate your mother.”

“No, no, shut up.” He shouts.

“Hell, you hate all women.” She says. “That’s what this all boils down to; you’re nothing more than a woman-hating impotent fucker.”

Elliot grinds his teeth when she’s hit again.

“I’m not impotent!” He shouts, hitting her again.

“You had to chain me up to beat me.” She yells. “There’s a name for people like you; loser.”

“That’s all there is.” A female voice says. “The call dropped.”

“Thank you.” Cragen hangs up the phone and turns to his squad. “Get a hold of the water company and give them that description. Somebody else see if this Cindy filed a report. This girl got us a good description; I’d like to save her before he kills her.”


“Found something.” Fin shouts.

Everyone runs over to gather around him. “What?” Cragen asks, glancing down at his watch. The call was 25 minutes ago, the girl isn’t going to be alive much longer.

“Cindy Smith filed a battery report against one Thomas Dewitt, 6’3” 255 lbs employee with the water company.” Fin says. “And he owns a blue mini-van that matches the partial we got.”

Cragen turns to look at Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak. “That enough for a search warrant?”

Casey nods. “Let me make a call.” She says. “I’ll meet you at the house with the warrant.” She’s in Elliot’s chair and on his phone within a second.

“Let’s go.” Cragen orders.

Everyone grabs their coats and follows the captain out of the precinct. The ten minute drive to Dewitt’s house in tense and quiet, everyone focused on what’s ahead of them.

“SWAT’s meeting us there.” Cragen says. “No sirens; we’re going in quiet.”


Elliot kicks open back door to Thomas Dewitt’s house, having gotten no response when they knocked, and moves into the kitchen, gun held out in front of him. He nods to Olivia and they make their way to the basement door. This time a SWAT member quietly opens the door, as not to alert anyone downstairs. He goes first, gun still held in front of him.

“FREEZE!” Elliot yells, seeing a large man backhanding a young brunette woman chained to the wall. “Put your hands behind your head.”

“No, you can’t.” The man protests. “I’m not done.”

“Put your hands behind your head.” Elliot repeats.

After a few moments, the man does what he’s told. Two uniformed police officers run over to frisk and cuff the man.

“You have the right to remain silent.” Elliot says. “Everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney; if you can not afford one, one will be appointed to you.” He finishes reading the man his rights and nods to the uniforms to take him out.

“They’re our girls.” Olivia announces. “We got them.”


Faith wiggles her hands as she’s once again smacked. She can feel the strength returning to her body but it’s little by little and she’s still no stronger than your average linebacker. Normally, she’d be able to rip the chains in half but the most she was able to do was dislocate her shoulder to drop her phone into her hand. It’s been about 35 minutes since she accidentally crushed her phone, cutting off the 911 call. Man, when she got stationed in New York, she never realized how dark the city could be. There’s an average amount of vamps and demons; enough to keep her busy but not enough to need another slayer. In fact, she’s on her own her; only needs to report in to Giles or Wesley every night about her hunt. She’s fine on her own and the figured the newbies need the watchers more. The darkness is humans, something she’s not used to.

“Little boy feels like a man.” Faith smirks and bites the inside of her lip to keep from groaning when he punches her in the gut. She won’t give him the satisfaction of screaming for him. Then she hears it, the sound of somebody knocking and sighs with relief; looks like NYPD is a hell of a lot faster than Sunnydale PD. She continues to rib the perv, trying to keep him focused on her and not on the ton of people moving through the house. He smacks her again and then somebody yells freeze. She relaxes her body and watches as he’s frisked, cuffed, and rights read to. Then he’s being led upstairs and the guy that led the way is walking over to her.

“Took you long enough.” Faith complains. “You got any idea how bad I gotta pee?”

Elliot arches an eyebrow and looks around for something to uncuff her with.

“Pencil boy put the keys on that shelf thing by where the girls were.” Faith says.

Elliot spots the keys and moves back over to her. “I’m Detective Elliot Stabler.”


“Okay, Faith, I’m going to get you down from there.” Elliot says as he moves behind her.

“Could you speed it up just a little?” Faith asks. “I’ve had like five mountain dews, two espressos, and a couple bottles of water; I gotta pee so bad it hurts.”

“He give you all that?” Elliot asks.

“Nope.” Faith replies. “Drank it before.”

Elliot gets the cuffs undone and has to grab her arm when she stumbles. “You okay?”

“Ow, the legs don’t wanna work.” Faith says. “The piece of shit shot me up with something; knocked me out for a while.”

Elliot swings her up into his arms and starts towards the stairs.

“I could have made it without the caveman thing.” Faith comments as she fumbles to keep her hands wrapped around his neck.

“There’s a bus waiting outside.” Cragen says to Elliot.

“You guys drive a bus?” Faith questions. “I always thought you drove those unmarked cars that everyone knows belong to cops.”

Fin laughs and turns to look at her. “I always thought the same thing.”

“A bus is an ambulance.” Elliot explains.

“No, hell no.” Faith shouts, pushing on Elliot’s arms.

He thought he had a good grip on her but she’s out of his arms before he can stop her.

“I don’t do hospitals.” Faith starts to push past the old guy near here when he grabs her shoulder, the one that still happens to be dislocated. She can’t hold back her scream.

“Whoa, what did I do?” Cragen asks.

“Fuckin’ A!” Faith yells. “Damn, did that smart.” She grabs the old dude’s hand and places it back on her shoulder. “Hold that there, will ya?”

Cragen starts to ask what she’s doing when she pushes against his hand and he can feel her shoulder pop back into place.

“What the hell are you doing?” Elliot shouts.

“Oh, I had to pop it out of place to drop the cell.” Faith explains. “I was just putting it back.”

“Get her into a bus.” Cragen orders.

Faith tries to run up the stairs and away from them but only manages to go up a few steps before she runs into the wall. “Okay, I’ll take that ride.” She agrees.

“Are you okay?” Olivia asks.

“I was drugged, beaten, my bladder is completely full, and I just ran into a wall.” Faith replies. “You think I’m okay?”

Elliot picks her back up and carries her out of the house.

“The girls, are they okay?” Faith asks. “Seeing that kind of thing can’t be good.”

“He rape you?” Elliot bluntly asks.

Faith laughs. “He didn’t even try.” She says. “He was too busy trying to beat the hell out of me. I don’t think he touched any of the girls…what time is it?”

“About 8:30 pm.” Elliot answers.

“He got me after 6 pm.” Faith says. “I woke up about an hour ago so that means he was alone with them for at least an hour.”

Elliot carries Faith into the back of a waiting ambulance and sets her down on a stretcher. “Olivia is going to ride with you.”

“Who’s Olivia?” Faith questions.

“Tall, short haired woman.” Elliot replies. “She’s my partner.”

Faith lays back and watches as Elliot walks over to talk to the tall woman and a few seconds later, she’s climbing into the back of the ambulance. The doors are barely shut before it’s pulling away, sirens blazing.

“Hi, I’m Olivia Benson.” Olivia sits down on the other bed so that she can see Faith around the paramedic tending to her wounds.

“Hey.” Faith replies. “I’m Faith.”

The rest of the ride to Bellevue is quiet, Faith closing her eyes and letting the paramedic work while Olivia watches.


“How is she?” Elliot questions.

“Roughed up.” Dr. Douglas Curtis replies. “She’s got a bruised jaw, four bruised ribs, a few cuts, various bruises, and there’s a sedative so strong in her blood that it should have kept her knocked out for at least a day; I honestly can’t say why she’s even awake.”

“Probably explains why she ran into a wall.” Munch says.

“When can we interview her?” Elliot asks.

“Not for a couple hours.” Dr. Curtis says. “She needs rest and no stress.” Then he lets out a low chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Cragen asks.

“We went to cut her pants off and she went almost hysterical.” Dr. Curtis replies.

“I don’t see why that’s funny.” Elliot comments angrily. “Most people are hysterical after being attacked.”

“You’re not getting it.” Dr. Curtis says. “She was upset about her pants; she said it took her a good 3 months to break them in right and there was no way in hell we were cutting them off. She jumped off the table and took them off.”

Elliot shakes his head. “She was more concerned about having to use the bathroom than anything else.”

“Elliot, you and Olivia can get her statement when she’s okay’d.” Cragen says. “For now, interview the girls. Huang, can you take Lisa Sing; her English isn’t very good.”

“Yes.” Huang replies.

“We’ll take Darlene Pricket and Suzy Lopez.” Munch says, pointing to him and Fin.

“And we’ll take Cherrie Warner and Lidia Rosa.” Olivia says.

“That’s fine.” Cragen replies. “Don’t pressure these kids; they’ve been through enough. Just get statements and somebody, try to figure out why a pedophile took a grown woman too.”


“Mr. and Mrs. Rosa, thank you.” Olivia says as they leave Lidia’s hospital room. “If you need anything, just let us know.”

“Okay.” Mr. Rosa replies. “That bastard was going to rape my little girl; he would have if that girl hadn’t….”

“We know.” Elliot cuts in. “But he didn’t. Lidia will be fine in time; we’ll have somebody bring in a list of some child psychiatrist for Lidia.”

Mr. Rosa nods and leads his wife back into their daughter’s room.

“She’s a lucky girl.” Elliot says to Olivia as they walk towards the room Cherrie Warner is in. “Faith hadn’t pissed him off, he would have raped her.”

“Yes.” Olivia agrees. “Still doesn’t explain why she was there though.”

“Hopefully Cherrie will be able to tell us.” Elliot knocks on the closed hospital door and waits until it’s opened. “Detective Elliot Stabler and this is Detective Olivia Benson; we need to ask your daughter a few questions.”

“Can’t this wait?” Mrs. Warner asks. “She’s been through so much.”

“It’s better if we talk while the memories are still fresh in her mind.” Olivia says quietly.

“Okay.” Mr. Warner agrees. “But if she gets too upset, we’re stopping.”

Olivia and Elliot nod their agreement and walk over to the hospital bed nine year old Cherrie is lying on.

“Hi, Cherrie, my name is Olivia.” Olivia says, taking the tone she normally uses on scared children. “And this is my partner Elliot.”

“Hi.” Cherrie whispers, her tan skin pale and eyes red from crying.

“We just want to ask you a couple of questions.” Olivia says. “Where did the man take you from?”

“I was riding my bike and I saw a kitten.” Cherrie says quietly. “I went down an alley and he was there. He put a hand over my mouth and started to take me down to a van when the pretty girl stopped him.”

“The pretty girl?” Olivia asks.

“The girl he hit.” Cherrie explains. “She grabbed us and told him to let me go. She said she was going to call the cops.”

“And what did he say?” Elliot asks.

“That he four little girls tied up in his basement.” Cherrie replies. “And if he’s not back at his house in thirty minutes, it’d explode.”

Olivia looks at Elliot with a raised eyebrow; they didn’t find any explosives. “Then what?”

“She let him go but said he wasn’t taking me without her.” Cherrie says. “He put us both in the back of his van and she held my hand. Then he poked her with a needle and she fell asleep. We drove around for a few minutes and then he pulled into a garage. He carried me out first and took me down to the basement where the other girls were chained up. He chained me up and then a left and came back with the pretty girl.”

“You’re doing great, sweetie.” Olivia says. “What happened next?”

“She was still asleep and he came over to where we were and to..uched..” She starts to cry.

“Stop!” Mrs. Warner orders.

“He touched my cheek.” Cherrie stops crying and her chin moves up determinedly. “He said I was pretty and we were going to play a game but then the phone rang. He answered it and got really mad. He checked our chains and then left. He was gone for a while and when he did come back, he took pictures of us. Then the pretty girl woke up and he pulled his pants down and she started making fun of him. Then he kept hitting her again and again. Then you guys came and took him away.”

“You’re a brave girl, Cherrie.” Olivia says, closing her notepad.

“Is the pretty girl okay?” Cherrie asks.

“The pretty girl is named Faith.” Elliot replies. “And she’s a little banged up but she’s going to be fine.”

“Do you think I could go see her?” Cherrie asks.

“Her doctor wants her to rest for a while but we’ll tell her you want to see her.” Olivia replies.

They say goodbye to her and then leave the room, her parents right behind them.

“We’ll be in contact if we need anything else.” Elliot says.

“Is this Faith really going to be okay?” Mr. Warner asks.

“Yes.” Elliot replies.

“She’s an angel.” Mrs. Warner whispers. “She kept our little girl safe from that monster.”

Elliot nods at her and then follows Olivia back down to the waiting room where the rest of the squad is waiting.

“We found out how Faith got there.” Elliot says to Cragen. “She caught him taking Cherrie Warner and when he said her had more girls at his house, she said he wasn’t taking Cherrie without her.”

“She voluntarily went?” Munch asks.

“I suppose she did.” Elliot replies. “Then he drugged her.”

“Did he molest any of them?” Olivia bluntly asks.

“Rape kits all came back clean.” Cragen replies.

“I don’t think he had time.” Elliot says. “It looks like he picked the girls up one by one and then when he was about to, the phone rang. He left for what I’m guessing to be at least an hour and when he came back, he took pictures. Then when he was about to again, Faith woke up and started pushing his buttons. Then we got there.”

“We need to speak to Faith.” Olivia says. “We need to see if her story fits everything the girls are saying.”

Cragen nods and walks over to the nurses station. “I need to speak to Dr. Curtis.”

The nurse nods and pages the doctor.

After a few minutes, Dr. Curtis comes jogging down the hall.

“I was just coming to find you.” Dr. Curtis says to Cragen.

“Is she awake?” Cragen asks.

“She’s gone.” Dr. Curtis replies.

“Gone?” Elliot says. “I didn’t think her injuries were that severe; how can she be dead?”

“Gone as in gone.” Dr. Curtis explains. “Her clothes are gone and she’s not in the room.”

“You want to explain how an injured girl just walks out of hospital and nobody stops her?” Cragen asks.

“She didn’t walk out.” Dr. Curtis replies. “She climbed out the window.”

“We’re on the second floor.” Cragen says.

“I know.” Dr. Curtis agrees. “But the window’s open and the door was locked from the inside.”

“I want her file and any samples you took.” Cragen orders. “I can only think of one reason why she would run.”

“She’s got a record.” Fin says.

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Cragen agrees.

Dr. Curtis leaves and returns a few minutes later with a small file and a couple vials of blood. “Is one of you Elliot?”

“I am.” Elliot says. “Why?”

“She left you a letter.” Dr. Curtis hands him a piece of hospital paper with a short letter on it.

Det. Elliot,
Told you I didn’t do the hospital thing. Thanks for the rescue and keep those girls safe. Don’t let that piece of shit out. See you around.

“Let’s get back to the station and see if we can find out who this Faith is.” Cragen orders.

Elliot folds up the letter and puts it in his pocket. There’s something about that girl, he can’t figure it out, but the second he heard her voice there was just something about her that got to him.


“What do you mean, go home?” Elliot steps in front of Cragen with a pissed off look covering his face. “We have to find her.”

“It’s after midnight.” Cragen says. “We don’t know her last name or what part of the city she’s from.”

“Or if she’s even from the city.” Munch points out. “There’s nothing in the hospital reports that tells anything about her. We’re working blind.”

“We can start looking for her in the morning.” Cragen holds up a hand when Elliot starts to argue. “I gave an order; I expect it to be followed.”

Elliot turns around without a word and walks over to his desk.

Olivia waits until the room mostly clears out before walking over to Elliot. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” Elliot rubs a hand over his face. “I don’t know; I just need to find her.”

“Elliot, maybe you should take some time off.” Olivia suggests. “You’ve been working non-stop since Kathy left…”

“I don’t need time off.” Elliot cuts in. “I need to keep busy and I need to find Faith.”

“Have you talked to Kathy?” Olivia asks.


“Elliot, the lab won’t know anything until the morning.” Olivia points out. “And Munch was right; we don’t know enough about her to even start a search. Let’s go get a drink and then go home.”

Elliot grabs his coat and then follows Olivia out of the station. If it was up to him, he would stay at the station; he has no desire to go home to an empty house.

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