Scissorknot's Fan-fics and poems

Rules

2008-04-03T23:06:47Z

Written for the third Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Rules
Character(s): Keller
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed: set of mind numbing rules

Did the CO's really think that his fellow inmates really listened to them? That they gave a shit about their set of mind numbing rules? If anyone gave a shit about rules they would not be here. They were really just better off locking us all up in a cage and not letting us out. Hell we already have a toilet just add a shower and give us our meals in here and we are set. But that would be inhumane. They treat us like animals in a fucking zoo but it would be wrong to acknowledge that they did.

Aftermath

2008-04-03T23:03:55Z

Written for the thrid Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Aftermath
Character(s)Keller
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed: Filthy, he felt so filthy

He just laid there sweating and panting. Filthy, he felt so filthy but it was such a great feeling. Having Toby lying next to him breathing just as hard was music to his ears. It was almost as nice as hearing him calling his name. Now that was fucking heaven. It was even better then the sex itself. He had always loved fucking but it was different than Toby. It was more than just a physical experience. It was almost spiritual. Watching those eyes roll back in his head every time he trusted in to him was orgasmic in itself.

Blood

2008-04-03T22:57:09Z

Written for the third Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Blood
Character: Keller
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed: Blood streamed down his arms

Blood streamed down his arms. Toby's blood streamed down his arms. This cannot be happening. Dear god this has to be a horrible dream. He held the man he loved in his arms as the warm sticky liquid kept flowing out of Toby, his Toby. He should have moved faster. Should have gotten to Vern first. Now he just felt so helpless as he held him. There was nothing he could to but hold him. He kept muttering to his bleeding love “Everything thing is gonna be ok Toby.” If he said it enough it might just become the truth.

Power

2008-04-03T22:52:21Z

Written for the third Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Power
Character(s): Barlog
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed: His lips hovering tantalizingly close to his

He waited for his brain to start working again so he could figure out what just happened. If he was not mistaken Keller had just kissed him and damn what a kiss it was. His lips hovering tantalizingly close to his and he did it again. Once again turning his brain into goo and damn did it feel good. He had wanted to do this to Chris so many times but could never work up the courage. Chris’ feelings for him never seemed to stray from friendship. Something had changed that but he was damn glad that it finally happened.

Surrender

2008-04-03T22:48:26Z

Written for the third Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Surrender
Character: Barlog/implied Keller
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed; soulful blue eyes

Keller's soulful blue eyes always broke him. Even when he knew he was lying to him all Chris had to do was just look at him and he bent to his will every time. He thought he had changed since the last time he had seen him, thought that he had gotten strong. That those stunning blue no longer had any power over him. But today in the gym proved him wrong. Chris looking down at him. That kissed that burned him to his soul. He knew he would never be able to break the spell Keller had over him.

Sandwich

2008-04-03T22:45:15Z

Written for the thrid Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Sandwich
Character: Murphy
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed: death-by-sandwich

Tim had warned him to expect the unexpected but this was just fucking weird. Who the hell had ever heard of death-by-sandwich? He hand expected: shankings, broken necks, over dosing, but a fucking sandwich come on. What were they going to have to do, teach the inmates to eat properly? The dinks in hear really needed to start fucking thinking. His feel CO’s could only protect them from other inmates. Not from their own stupidity. But then again was it really bad. If the idiot could not eat and sandwich properly that just meant one less dumbass to baby sit.

Remember

2008-04-03T22:39:17Z

Written for the third Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Remember
Character(s): Keller
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed: outside of the grimy visitor's room

He watched as Toby walked outside of the grimy visitor's room. He could tell that his visit was numbered. Now that Toby had this Marion in his life he would be forgotten. It did not come as a surprise. Promises were as easy to brake, as they were to make. He was going to rot in here while Toby had a nice and happy life with out him. Who could blame him for being upset about that? It looks like Toby needed to be reminded of just whom he was dealing with. You do not walk out on Chris Keller.

Confession

2008-04-03T22:30:20Z

Written for the third Oz Drabble tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Confession
Character: Barlog
Word Count: 100
Line Riffed: It felt as though

He never thought he would even consider ratting on Chris, but he knew every day in Oz was one more foot in the fucking grave. He needed to get out of here before he became like the rest of the soulless fuckers in here. But could he do this, could he snitch on his friend. He was so fucking nervous. It felt as though his stomach was doing fucking jumping jacks. He needed some advice but he knew he would be screwed if Chris found out. Who could he ask that would not give a fuck if Keller died? "Beecher."

Ink

2008-04-03T22:24:14Z

Written for the thrid Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Ink
Character: Keller
Word Count:
Line riffed: He was the king shit

He was the king shit or at least that was what he was thinking when he got the tattoo. Now that the drugs have worn off he did not think so. It wasn’t that bad of a tat but whom the fuck wants Jesus on their shoulder. Hell it could be worse. At least it was not a fucking panther. At least it would be a good conversation starter. People would be curious to ask about it. Hell it may even help him get in to someone’s pants. Then he could show them why everyone calls him the “all mighty”.

Games

2008-04-03T22:14:37Z

Drabble written for the thirs Oz Drabble Tree at oz_wishing_well

Title: Games
Character(s) Beecher/implied Keller
Word Count: 100
Line riffed: the nights are the worst

Ever since that faithful day everything had turned upside down. The days are shit but the nights are the worst. Keller watched him, keeping tabs of what or who he did. Like an ever present angel, dispensing punishment out to those who sinned with him. Keeping Toby aware of the death he kept causing to the world. Reminding him just who he belonged to. Controlling his life from a distance. Making him play Keller’s deadly game of Simon Says. Killing those who disobeyed his silent orders to leave his Toby alone. Keller’s eye burning with a warning to the world.

Solitary

2007-09-16T02:32:08Z

Title: Solitary
WC: 100
Character(s): Beecher
Written for Challenge #125 - Bite at

hardtime100

As the shivers set in Tobias kept biting his tongue. It hurt but not as much as his stomach. He had spent the past sixteen hours fry heaving. Now he was spitting up blood, or at least trying to. Being strapped to a bed made it a little difficult. They had been kind enough to undo the straps so he would not choke on his own vomit. No one had told him withdrawal sucked so much, but it sure as hell beat the heel out of sleeping with Schillinger. He would take this shit over the Nazi fuck any day.

Visitation

2007-09-16T02:27:53Z

Title: Visitation
WC: 100
Character(s): Holly Beecher
Written for the second Oz drabble tree at oz_wishing_well

The metal door clanging shut startled here. “This is was only the beginning.” She told herself. She still had to go through the metal detector and two more doors before she would get to see her dad. She remembered doing this with Gary a few times. She still missed him and blamed herself. If she had not gotten in that van none of this would have happened. But she had to be strong for her daddy. Ever since his friend moved he seemed so lost and sad. She could tell that he missed him as much as he did Gary.

Reflections

2007-09-16T02:25:41Z

Title: Reflection
WC: 100
Characters: Beecher, Keller
Written for the second Oz drabble tree at

“That bitch!” Keller scoffed.

“You know it is true Chris.”

“And why are you still upset about this? I mean come on Toby. That happened thirty tears. Do not you think it is time to move on?”

“No that little bitch ruined my childhood.”

“I think you are over reacting there. She was just a puppet.”

“I do not care. Miss. Piggy was a little bitch. I could never see why Kermit liked her. You know he was meant to end up with Gonzo.”

“God you are so hot when you are worked up. You thinking what I am thinking?”

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Revelations

2007-09-16T02:23:35Z

Title: Revelations
WC: 100
Characte(s) Beecher, Sister Pete
Written for the second Oz drabble tree at oz_wishing_well

If he hurried he would have just enough time to clean up before work. He needed to look his best for Keller. “Sister Pete. It is good to see you today.” “Tobias. You seem awfully happy today.” “I am. Chris gets back today.” “Oh Tobias. No one told you?” “Told me what?” “About Chris?” “What?! Did something happen to him?” “No he is fine he is being put in protective custody. He is on trial for another murder. I am sorry.” “You think I would get use to disappointment by now. I guess god just loves to fuck me over."

Lost and Found

2007-09-16T02:20:50Z

Title: Lost and Found
WC: 100
Character(s) Keller
Written for the second Oz drabble tree at oz_wishing_well

"I am on my own."

Keller said as he watched Toby walk away.

"Nothing new there."

Toby had promised him that he would not forget him, but that was a moot point after this visit. Toby had meet someone and it would not be long before he had no room in his life for Chris. Unless Chris did something about that. He had to get him back. The only way to do that was to get him back in OZ. The question is would it be worth it. Looking at the dingy walls the answer was obvious to Chris.

“Yes.”

Comfort

2007-08-17T15:41:41Z

Orignaily posted at hardtime100
WC: 100
#97: Grave

The ride was peaceful and the scenery was beautiful. The only reminder or the heartbreak was the dirt still clinging to his knees. He was tempted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming, but he knew that this was reality. His son was dead and there was nothing that could be done about it. The stares during the service had not bothered it.. The reminder that he had lost not only his son but his humanity was too much for him to bear. He locked away all the painful memories as the bus pull back in to Oz.

Comfort

2007-08-17T15:38:20Z

Orignaily posted at hardtime100
WC: 100
#4: Music

Ever since he had been shot it seemed the bunk below him. It all started that night after Chris had returned from the hospital. He had noticed the look in Keller’s eyes when he had let go of him. It seemed as if a part of him had died inside and Toby wanted to make it better. He got of his bed and set on Chris’. Wrapping his arms around him, “It’s ok Chris.” Toby hummed a song from his childhood. His mom use to hum it when he was upset and it just felt right to do it now.

Lost Love

2007-08-17T15:33:00Z

Orignaly Posted at

WC: 100
#13: Footsteps

The constant tapping of shoes on the hard ground kept mocking him, reminding him that he was utterly alone. Sure there was plenty of people around him but not the one that mattered. No he was on the outside fucking some teacher and forgetting about him, the bastard. It was obvious to him that Toby’s promise to never for get him was a fucking lie. He was going to get Toby back, it was just a matter of time now. “Toby needs to remember that his heart belongs to me.”

Chris picked up the phone, “Yes, is Detective Weber there?”

hardtime100

Pressing me, they won't go away. So I pray, go away.

2007-05-28T06:03:17Z

So it is a few hour late but here it is.

Title: Twist of Fate Part 2.
Oz/SVU crossover
Rating: R for language
Summary: Stabler investigates a case that involves Beecher. (Lame summay I know)
If you notice and spelling or blatant grammar mistakes, like there instead of their, or two instead of too, to etc., would you please let me know.

prompt made by poetfades2black at oz_wishing_well

March 20

10:00 A.M.

County General

Room 418

He had only been here fours days, actually he was only aware of the last two but still Tobias was ready for his hospital stay to end. It was so fucking boring in here and everything seemed so fake. How the hell they stopped patients from killing themselves was a mystery. In the last six hours he had a nurse check on him two times. And it was not like the staff here gave a shit. When he asked for a glass of water you would think he asked for a fucking blowjob. Hell next time Tobias just might. He would get a cheap laugh out of it and who knows he may even get kicked out of here. He closed his eyes and tired to get some sleep. Maybe something fun would happen in his sleep.

A soft knocking on his door woke him for his nap. “How are you today Mr. Beecher?” Toby wished that Dr. Whatshisface had waited a few more hours to check on him, but he was a nice guy and Toby did not want to give him a hard time. Plus he tried to do good work but he was over booked with clients. Knowing that Beecher wanted to make this quick. Let him get on to other patients that actually needed him.

“I’m a little bored and very tired but other than that I am ok.”

“How is the pain?”

“Well considering I was shot in the chest fours days ago not that bad. I just have to remember to keep still and not breathe so deeply.”

“I’ll look in to getting you some more pain medication in you IV.”

“Do not trouble yourself with it. I heal fast and I can handle the pain until I am better.”

“Nonsense, you need not suffer in vain Mr. Beecher. You are in a hospital. I will get one of the nurses to do it when they put in a new IV since you are in need of a change.”

“Wait…” Before Toby could say anymore the doctor was out the door. “Ah fuck it. At least I will get some sleep.” The nurse would be here sooner or later and then he could go back to sleep. Knowing how persistent Toby had seen the doctor had be in the past two days he was awake, it would be sooner rather than later. If he was not mistaken that clicking was her coming down the hallway right now. Yep that was her in a shirt that was three sizes to small, five pounds of blue eye shadow, and a pissed off look on her face. Her check for being on Springer must be late.

“Dr. Sampson said you need a new IV and to up your pain meds. Here you go.” She got to work on switching the bags and nearly ripping out the IV in the process.

“Aw fuck! That hurt.”

She gave him a fake smile and laughed. “I’m sorry did I hurt the little fag.”

“Eat me Trailer Park Trash Barbie. Get the fuck out of my room before I catch herpes from your skank ass.” His eyes burned a fiery shade of blue as he watched the nurse leave the room. God how Toby wished he had a shank on him right now. He wanted to stab that fucking bitch in the eye. Toby needed to relax and shove Oz away. Normally he was good at keeping his temper in check but sometimes he could not stop the prison side of him from coming out. Two years ago it nearly cost him his freedom. Some punk made the mistake of calling him a bitch. After chasing the idiot for over ten blocks Toby finally caught him. A few punches and a bloody nose later the rational side of his brain took over. It scared and infuriated him at how easily he could slip back in to his old prison self. He was better then those fuckers in Oz. But then again Metzger, Andy, and Hank would disagree with him. Fuck now was not the time for pity party. He just needed to stop thinking and let the drug take over. Toby closed his eyes and waited to be taken to a happy place.

Unknown Location

New York City

10:10 A.M.

“You know what I need you to do?”

“Yep. Take a visit to my friend Mr. Beecher and make sure he is not breathing much longer. They should have him so hopped up on pain killers that he will not know who is coming or going if he is still awake. So it will be quick and easy.”

“Lets just hope so. We need this done quietly as possible.”

“Relax man. He is in the worst hospital in the city so it would not come as a surprise if he accidentally passed away. I mean he did sustain a serious injury.”

“That is easy to say when your ass is not on the line. Make sure you get in then, get the job done, and the hell out. We do not need the nurses to walk in during the middle of it.”

“I’ve got that covered. Rachel is working Beecher’s floor. I called her earlier and asked for a little help. She called me back about five minutes ago and told me that she was asked to up Beecher’s pain meds. She said that she could not remember the exact amount to put in there. I told her she needed to pay attention.”

“Wait are you telling what I think you are telling me?”

“Yes I am my dear friend. Beecher is doped up to the gills. And from what Rachel has said no one has been to see him since he got there. So there is no one to stumble on me. I was not kidding when I told you that I had this covered. Just leave it to me.”

“All right, all right. Just go take care of it and get your ass back here. I get you shit face when you get the job done.”

“Now you’re talking. Be back in a bit.”

10:15 A.M.

NYPD

SVU Squad room

“Have you got anything on the Lander’s case?” Captain Cragen’s voice boomed for his office door.

“We have a few things but nothing solid yet. We believe that they could be tied to three other unsolved rapes. All were daughters that have possible ties to the Russian Mob. Sarah Lander’s father owns the Slice of Heaven Bakery chain. He started with one bakery in Queens in the 70’s. After a series of fires that eliminated the majority of his major competition in the area. Specialist said it was arson but no one was ever arrested. Fin has the information on two of the other girls. He is still looking up information on the Mosley case and family. I did a little digging in to our shooting victim and lets just hope that he is not need to testify in court.”

“Why do you say that?”

“It turns out up until three years ago he was doing time for a DUI and vehicular manslaughter. The victim was a little girl b the name of Kathy Rockwell.”

“Wait a second I remember that case. Harrison Beecher but up a giant fuss about that. He threatened to sue the city if I am not mistaken. I take it that Tobias is his son?”

“You would be correct. He has been off parole for a few months but there are enough unsolved murders that this Tobias could have had a hand in. Once the defense gets a hold of that all his credibility is SOL.”

“Damn. Well do not write him off so fast. He still may be able to identify the attacker. Sarah’s description was a little vague to say the least.”

“I know, I know. I am just saying we should not rely on him too much.”

“What have you got Fin?”

“Like Elliot was sayin’ we think that there is a mob connection with these girls. Both Amiee Duchamp and Tiffany Winslow are both daughters of big men. Amiee Duchamp’s is the daughter of Francisco Duchamp. He is the founder and owner of Duchamp Diamonds. And Tiffany Winslow is the daughter of Samuel Winslow. He is the co-founder of L&W lingerie. Both men seemed to have a guardian angel looking after them. About a year after Duchamp opened his jewelry store there were several shooting at his competitors. Only a few people were killed but the majority of the stores closed and the owners got out of town.”

Elliot’s phone began to ring while Fin was talking. “Sorry about that.” Stable walked towards the restrooms so he would not bother Fin.

“And with Winslow all the clothing stores in a twenty five-block radius were repeatedly vandalized. Both men have been seen in the presence of high-ranking Russian mob members but nothing concrete to connect them to the mob. I should be finished with the Karen Mosley soon.”

“Good work so far. Lets try to close this one before the end of the week.”

“Will do our best Captain.” Fin got back to searching through police records on his computer. When a shadow spread across his desk he looked up. “Who was that on the phone?”

“Dr. Sampson from County General. He said that Beecher was stable and was now clear to see visitors.”

“So I take it you are heading over?”

“Yes I am. Want to come with?

“Sure. If I stare at this screen for a second longer my eyes are going start to crust over.”

“Get your coat.”

10:24 A.M.

County General

4^th Floor Nurse’s Desk

“How you doin’ Rachel.”

“Well Nikki. What are you doing here?”

“Just felt like sayin’ high to my baby. How you been?”

“Not too bad. That littler fucker Beecher was tryin’ to give me a hard time but I shut his ass up. He is ready for you whenever you want. I told the other nurses to take an early lunch. So you have an hour. Bitch boy is barely conscious so he will not put up much of a fight. How much you love me?”

“More than you could possibly know. Now give me a kiss sexy.” After five minutes of making out with Rachel Nikki decided to get to work. “What room was he in again?”

“418.”

“You got any place that we can get a little privacy.”

“Yeah the employee lounge. Why?”

“You know now horny I get after a kill.”

“Oh Nikki I love it when you talk dirty. Hurry back sweet cheeks and I will make it worth it.”

“Hot damn. Be back in a flash babe.”

* * *

“You mind waiting in the hall way?”

“What for?”

“A couple of reasons. One the less he has to focus on the better. Dr. Sampson said that they had to up his meds and he has been extremely tired. So the less there is to distract him the better off it will be. Also the guys is an ex-con. Chances are that he is not so very fond of law enforcement. I think he will be more willing to talk with less cops in the room. It will take ten minutes tops. All I need is a description and to see if his story matches up with Sarah’s.”

“Fine I will get something from the vending machine. Holler if you need me.”

“Thanks man.” Elliot walked in to the fourth floor hallway and looked around. He saw the sign telling him which way he went. He turned to the right and started walking towards Beecher’s room.”

“Excuse me where are you going?”

“To room 418. I need to speak with Mr. Beecher.”

“Um… I’m sorry but he is not allowed visitors at this time.”

“Don’t worry. I got permission from Dr. Sampson.”

“I am going to have to hear that from him before I can let you in there Mr…”

“That is Detective Stabler.” He pulled flashed the nurse her badge and watched her turn very pale. “You ok Miss.”

“I’m just a little tired. I think I am going to go lay down.”

“You do that.” Stabler turned around and resumed walking towards Tobias’ room.

“Fuck,” Rachel whispered to herself and ran to the back room. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. “We have a problem.”

* * *

Toby did not know what was going on but he knew something was not right. For some reason he was having trouble breathing. He tried to push at whatever was on his face but he could not get it to budge. He started to panic as he felt the darkness slip over him just like when he had been shot. He heard two people yelling and they were close by. He could have sworn that he knew on of the voice but he could not open his eyes to see who it was.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Who the fuck are you.”

“Fin I need a little help in here. Now!”

What ever had been covering Toby’s face fell to the ground and he was temporarily blinded. His eyes began to adjust and he began to focus on the face staring down at him. “Chris?”

* * *

Both detectives watched as Beecher was taken from the room. Dr. Sampson began talking to the two men. “Luckily you got her in time. Mr. Beecher should be ok. He was still breathing when we got him out of here. Most likely he passed out because of because of the sudden drop in blood pressure. When he was fighting against his attacker he ripped the stitches on his chest and back open. Do you need some clothes to change in to Detective Stabler?”

“Don’t worry about it Doc. I have some back at the house. I’ll change when we get back.”

“Suit yourself. If you do not mind I am going on check Mr. Beecher.” Dr. Sampson walked out of the room.

Fin walked back in to the room having returned from handing over their attacker to two uniforms in the lobby. “So hat the hell happened in here?”

“I have no idea. When I came in here guys was trying to smother Beecher. That is when I called you. After we cuffed him I checked on Beecher. He called me Chris then passed out.”

“How did you get covered in blood?”

“Beecher. It was poring out of him. I used the sheets to try and slow the blood flow. Why the hell would someone try to kill him?”

“The mob trying to tie up lose ends? I don’t know.”

“Well there is nothing we can do here. Lets CSI check the room. If they find anything they will call us.”

“We headin’ back to the house?”

“Yep. I need a shower after this.”

98k514 @ 2007-05-21T23:48:00

2007-05-22T03:59:36Z

Title: Twist of Fate
Oz/SVU crossover
Rating: R for language
Set Up: Here is goes. In season five Keller was never sent back to OZ and Season 6 never happened. Beecher got his parole in like normal but he does not end up breaking it like in the show. In coming chapters I will deal more with the Oz that I left behind but eight now that is all you need to know before you read.
Also if you notice and spelling or blatant grammar mistakes, like there instead of their, or two instead of too, to etc., would you please let me know. I did a half ass job of proof reading this.

Prompt by

poetfades2black at oz_wishing_well

Pairing/Character(s): Stabler/Beecher
Keyword/Phrase: (I can't think of anything clever for this option)
Canon/AU/Either:
Special Requests: I want this to take place some time after Elliot's fallout with his wife. Toby's paroled from Oz and witness something that the SVU squad is investigating but there are people on the inside (OZ) willing to do anything to keep him quiet. The staff in oz are covering it up and stabler is in charge of making sure no harm comes to beecher. you can pretty much do what you like...don't have to many specifications fo the fic. I only ask that you do not make it so Elliot/Keller are twins/related, or toby gets with him because of Keller. Do what you can to keep Keller from stealing the show so to speak. He can be mentioned but not to the point where toby sees Elliot and thinks Keller.

3:02 A.M.

March 16

Sunshine Apartments

APT. 324

“Stop it. You’re hurting. Get off of me”

“Shut you fucking mount you little bitch of I will shut it for you.”

“Someone please HELP ME!”

A slap to the face.

Like a shot in the dark Toby woke up painting and covered in sweat. “Fuck you Vern!” After three long years or parole he was finally free. He had been living in his new apartment for the past half a year and he was still having nightmares. He had not seen OZ in nearly five years yet the memories refused to leave him be. Toby set in bad an just concentrated on breathing. It was only a dream. He can no longer hurt you. He kept repeating his little mantra. Maybe if he said it long enough he would believe it. It had not worked yet but there was always tomorrow. When he went to lay back down he could he a muffled cry coming from the room next to him. The girl next door probably had another fight with her boy friend. Toby had the unfortunate privilege to be a silent witness to the twenty something’s Disney grasp on love. “Fucking cheap ass apartment’s paper thin walls.”

“Get off of me you fucking pervert.” Something broke and Beecher heard a man yell.

“Fuck! You are going to pay for that you little bitch.”

“Shit!” Toby knew he should stay out of it but something inside of him propelled him to the door and out his apartment. He pushed the partially open door the rest of the way. “Sarah? You ok? I heard yelling in my room and thought I would check on you.” He the guy and the gun about a second to late. The barrel smacked Toby across the side of his face causing him to tumble back against the wall. “Fuck!”

The man raise he gun and pointed it at Beecher. “Who the fuck are you?” His voice cracked as he talked.

The smell of Bourbon on the attackers breath would have made a normal man nauseous. To Toby it just brought back old memories. “Tobias Beecher. I’m her neighbor. Now put the gun down before you do anything else you will regret.” The fear was obvious in the guys quivering green eyes. Toby slowly pushed himself off the wall and began to approach the scared kid.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” The gunman brought his other hand up to try and steady his shaking hand.

“Just relax and put the gun down. I know you do not want to hurt me. I can see it in your eyes.” Toby took another step forward. His chest exploded with a burst of blood and mind numbing pain. Beecher slowly slid down the wall leaving a trail of blood behind him. Sarah and the kid were staring and him, their eyes large with shock. He tried to talk but nothing but blood came out of his mouth.

“Fuck I’m out of here.” The man sprinted out the door slamming it behind him.

Sarah reached for the phone and dialed for help. After a quick conversation the rape and the shooting a had been reported. The board operator on the other end of the line said that police and an ambulance were on the way. Sarah slammed the phone down and a ran to the bathroom to grab a towel. “Fuck I knew I should have done laundry.” She grabbed the cleanest looking towel and ran back to Beecher. She placed it firmly on his chest. Toby winced and made a gurgling sound that Sarah took as a scream of pain. “Hold on Mr. Beecher. An ambulance will be her in a minute. Oh fuck. I forgot to tell her the apartment number. Mr. Beecher I need you to hold this towel yourself. I need to go down stairs so the guys know where to go. Ok?” She placed his hand on the towel ran out the door. Running down the stairs two at a time she finally made it to the ground floor and out the building. She had failed to remember that New York was freezing at three in the morning in March. She began to shiver slightly as she waited for the ambulance. Luckily she did not have to wait to long. Soon the flashing light and siren were in front of the building. She told the two women which apartment and sat down on the stoop of her building. As her adrenaline began to wear off she started to cry. She thought she heard someone talking to her but she decided to ignore it for the time being.

3:28 A.M.

NYPD

SVU Precinct

“Man it has been a long night. Thirty more minutes and we are out of here.”

“Stop right there before you jinx me. You keep on and we are going to get stuck at a crime screen for the next five hours.”

“Come on Fin you do not really believe in that crap do you?”

Before Fin could answer Cragen came out of his office barking orders. “Stabler, Fin you are up. A rape was just called in on Avenue D at the Sunshine Apartments. A women called it in and said a man had been shot. Could be the attacker.”

“Got it.” Fin gave Elliot the look of doom as the both got their coats and headed to the car. “Told you.”

3:34 A.M.

Sarah Lander’s Apartment

Beecher laughed. Well to him it sounded like a laugh to anyone else in the room it would have sounded like he was gurgling. God has such a fucked up since of humor. After living through all the shit Oz threw at him he was going to killed but some scared little kid he did not know. It just seemed to be such an anticlimactic end to his life. But hell at least he would be with Gary. God could not be that cruel could he, she, it? Whatever the hell God was, it would let him be with his son. It had to. Beecher slowly closed his eyes and wait for what fates had in store for him. Tobias was taken out of his dream would when a wave of pain jolted through his body. Toby tried to speak but was only able to spit blood from his mouth.

“Sam get the stretcher ready. Hold on sir. This is probably going to hurt like hell but we have got to get you on it. We need to lay you down ok.” The two paramedics looked at each other and began to count. When they reached three they slid Tobias flat on the floor.

He waited for them to move him but he did not expect it to hurt so much. “Ah! Fu…” He was cut off by a mouth full of blood that cut off his air supply. He tired to listen to what the paramedic was telling him but she kept going out of focus and her voice began to fade away.

“Mr. Beecher we need you to stay with us. We think you have a punctured lung. That would explain why you keep coughing up blood. Mr. Beecher? MR. BEECHER! Shit hurry up Sam he is unconscious.”

3:40 A.M.

Sunshine Apartments

Both detectives watched as the stretcher caring an unconscious Tobias Beecher rushed by them. “That our perp?” Stabler asked the uniform standing by the ambulance.

“Maybe. I don’t know. The girl will not talk. She has just been mumbling and crying this entire time.”

“Fine. Fin canvas the building and see if anyone saw anything or is willing to admit that they did. I’ll take care of the girl.” Stabler walked over to the shivering girl sitting on the stoop. He pulled of his trench coats he started to talk. “Here take this.” He reached to hand her his coat.

Sarah moved away for Stabler’s out stretched arm and shriek. “Don’t touch me!”

“Ok I won’t.” He placed the coat on the stoop next to her. “Will you put the jacket on please. It is much to cold out here for what you are wearing.”

Her eyes seemed to catch fire as she spoke. “What is that supposed to mean? That I deserved what happened to me? That I was asking for it because of what I was wearing?”

“Calm down. I was not implying that at all. Just that it is really cold out here.”

“Sorry.”

“It is all right. You have been through a lot tonight. It is understandable. So are you up for taking a trip to the precinct and filing a report.”

“Yeah. I… I think I can do that.”

“Ok let me check with the other detective that came with me.” Elliot left Sarah sitting and headed inside the building. “Have you seen the detective I came with?” He asked the cop standing guard inside the building

“Yeah he is up stairs.”

“Thanks.” Luckily it was a rather small apartment building so there was not that floors that Fin could be hiding. When he had reached the second floor he noticed Fin coming down from the third. “Ah there you are. Any luck.”

“Not a damn thing, but did you really think anyone here would be willing to talk.?”

“Not really. Come on. The vic is going to ride with us back to the precinct to give her report. Hopefully she will be able to inform us on who the hell was taken away in the ambulance. Did you see how much blood she was covered in?”

10:00 A.M.

Oswald State Penitentiary

Visiting Room

“So how was your meeting with Sarah Landers?”

“We have got a problem.”

“What do you mean we have a problem?”

“I meet her last night like you told. But before I could finish some guy bust in. She lived in a real shit hole so I thought it would have been ok if she yelled.”

“You fucking idiot. If you fuck this up you are going to have a lot of people pissed the fuck off at you. A lot of people have put a shit load of time and effort in this. And they sure as shit will have your ass if you fuck it up. You better fucking fix it and fast. Do you know the guys name?”

“Um… Beecher. Tobias Beecher yeah that was it. What is with the look of death?”

“Are you sure that is his name?”

“Yeah he told me it right after I pistol-whipped him. One thing led to another and I kind of shot him.”

“You kind of shot him? Is he dead?”

“I do not know. I got the fuck out of there.”

“You better fucking find out.”

“Why?”

“Because Beecher is an OZ Alumni. Which means if he is not dead then he will want a piece of you ass when he's better. The fucker may not seem like much but he is fucked up in the head and he has money, a shit load of money. I suggest that you find out whether or not Beecher is still breathing. And if he is you better stop it while he is not at one hundred percent.”

“Fuck me. I have some work to do.”

10:36 A.M.

NYPD

SVU Precinct

“Ok Sarah is now safely tucked away at her parents house in the Hampton’s.”

“The Hampton’s? You sayin’ she is loaded?”

“Very much so. Her dad owns a string of high end bakeries all up and down the East Coast.”

“You thinkin’ that this might be personal?”

“Could be. It would not be the first time that someone went after a family member to send a message to the big wig of the family.”

“So what’s up with the guy who was shot? Did she say anything about him? Is he our guy?”

“I wish it was going to be that easy. Turns out that he is her neighbor. She said that he came over when she heard him scream and ended up getting shot in the process. I thought that they might be friends but it turns out she did not even know his first name. Turns out the just see each other in the hall way every now and then. I got in to contact with Dr. Daily over at County General. She said he had about a 50/50 chance of making it through the day and will call if anything changes.”

“Poor bastard. Stuck his neck out for a stranger and nearly lost his head. Well Elliot, in twenty minutes I will have been awake for two days straight. I am heading home before something else happens. You want a ride home?”

“Nah thanks man. I am going to do a few things around here then head home.” Well it was half true. Elliot was going to try to find some information on Tobias Beecher and then crash in the crib. It had been five no six days since he had been home but that was between him and his empty apartment. His coworkers did not need to know every detail of his personal life.

“All right man. Don’t work to long. You need your sleep too.”

“Later Fin.”

TBC.

"Don't let them throw me away"

2007-05-07T07:20:35Z

Written for the hardtime100 Challenge #122: Strange Days

Title: A Ghost's Dream
WC: 100
Au. So I had to stick with my tendency to twist the theme. Hope you enjoy.
Oh and woot on my first real drabble.

“Hey Toooobe.”

“Go bother someone else Chris.”

“Aw what’s wrong Beech? You sound a little upset.”

“You are the problem. You are no there. You are dead. You have been for three years.”

“Toby Toby Toby. I thought you would have figured it out no buddy. I am not a figment of you imagination. I am a ghost and I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

* * *

“What’s up Tobias?”

“Nothing much Pete. I come here everyday hoping that maybe he will wake up. I keep talking to him but nothing happens.”

“He’ll come back to us when he is ready.”

A change of Heart

2007-04-23T03:07:09Z

This was my entry for the hardtime100Challenge #121: You Say Yes, I Say No

“What did you say?”

“You heard me. I’m out.”

“I think you a forgetting you place Keller.”

“Fuck you Vern. My days of bending over for you are over.”

“You better think twice Chris or your ass in not walking out of here alive.”

“Eat me Vern.”

* * *

“What’s up Chris you seem a little nervous?”

“Huh um… I’m fine Beecher. It’s just been a long day.”

“You still feel like teaching me how to wrestle?”

“Yeah meet me in the gym in a hour?”

* * *

“Look what we got here, my two favorite prags, Bitcher and Chrisy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about Vern?”

“Ah Keller did not tell you about his time in Lardner? Well when Chris here was seventeen he got in to little trouble. Ended up in Lardner his ass just begging to be raped. That is where I came in. Chris was more then happy to suck my dick for a little protection. Now Chris was supposed to break you but he had a change of heart.”

“What? Is this true Chris? You are working for Vern?”

“Yeah it is Beech. No get the fuck out of here.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Start running and don’t look back.”

“But Chris…”

“Toby just do it. Please Toby.” Chris waited until here heard the retreating sound of retreating feet pounding on the gym floor. “This end hear Vern.”

“My thoughts exactly. Today you die Keller.”

98k514 @ 2007-04-18T22:13:00

2007-04-19T02:16:41Z

Title: Payback
Author: Scissorknot
E-mail: don_31302@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Set during the time between the end of season 2 and beginning of season 3.
Notes: Thanks to Amanda Palmer and Brian Viglione for forming the band The Dresden Dolls abd releasing Yes Virgina. It was the only album that would bring out Keller!muse.

Done for the Lyrical Challange at

oz_rapsheet
Lyrics from The Other Side by Scissor Sisters.
Prompted by rhymephile

If it takes another life
I'll wait for you
On the other side
Everything that comes to me
As good
Belongs to you
I'll count our blessings as I
Wait for you
On the other side
Good luck and I will see you through

“Hey, Beech.”

“No! You fucking...”

”Behave!”

”You know him?”

“Say what? Oh, yeah, yeah, we've known each other a long time. I've known Vernon since we were both doing time up in Lardner. I was 17 and he saved my life from some big, dumb nigger who wanted me to be his prag. I've owed him ever since. I don't love you. I've never loved you, not for a second. Let him go.”

”Uh, Chris...”

”No, let him go! See what you got there, Toby, this time for real.”

Snap! Right arm broken. Snap! Left arm broken. “Why? Chris why? I thought you cared about me?”

”My turn now. Sieg heil, baby! Sieg fucking heil!”

Snap! Right leg broken. Snap! Left leg broken. “Why Chris? I trusted you. The sorrow in those blue eyes was too much for him to bear.

* * *

“FUCK!” Keller shot up in the dark sweating and breathing hard. For the fifth night in a row he had the same dream. He leapt down from Beecher’s bunk and walked over to the sink. He began to run the events of the past few days through his head as the water ran . The first few hours were just like any other day in Oz. He ate lunch, watched Miss. Sally’s tits bunch up and down, worked out, and got ready for lock down. But as soon as he was locked in the room with that empty bed and all of the ownerless possessions, the gravity of his mistake hit him. He found it kind of funny that he was sleeping in Beecher’s bed. Like he was some heart broken teenager who wanted his one true love back. Aside from the teenager part he was. He thought about everything that had passed over the last five days as he splashed his face with water. He turned the water off and laid back down on his bunk. He placed his hands under his pillow and pulled out the shirt he placed under there. It was the green shirt that Toby was wearing the day he first kissed him. Toby smell still lingered to the shirt. The sweet smell of his Toby. Now he had fucked that up. He knew it was stupid but he still did it ever day. Balling the shirt up in his hand he took a deep breath. Savoring the faint smell of his love and the liquor. There had to be a way to fix this. Toby loved him. Still loves him. He just needed to do something so Toby would remember. Now how was the question.

* * *

During lunch Keller got an idea. He had noticed how uncharacteristically tense O’Reily had been. He knew that Beecher and Ryan had some type of relationship going on. It was nothing sexual. O’Reily claimed to be straight but Chris reservations about that. If he wanted he could have O’Reily on his knees begging for more. But Ryan was not his type. Well not his type after meeting Beecher. All he wanted was for Beecher to look at him like he had in the laundry room. With nothing but pure love and devotion shinning through his glistening blue eyes. And O’Reily was the perfect pawn to get to Beecher.

“Irish.”

“What?”

“I need to talk to you. Lets go to my pod.”

“What you want Keller?”

“What’s the latest on Beecher?”

“With the meds Dr. Nathan got him on he doesn’t know whether he was coming or going.”

“Has he said anything about who did this to him?”

“No but do you even have to ask? You know who is responsible. It’s that Nazi fuck Schillinger and his little prag Metzger.”

“I know. I just do not want anything happening to him while he is hopped up on Demerol or what ever the hell they got him on.”

“He’s on a Morphine drip.”

“How the fuck do you know that?”

“Fuck K-boy. I thought by now you would understand I know everything that is going on in here.”

“Right. Must be your Irish charm. I’ve got a favor to ask. You think you can get me five minutes alone with him?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“A fifty and a carton of smokes. Half now and half after I have seen Beecher”

“Works for me. Tomorrow during lunch. I know you miss your Beech boy but don’t you think this is kind of a waste. He is going to be so jacked up on pain meds. He will have no idea who the fuck you are.”

“You just arrange it and I will take care of the rest. Got it?”

“Hey what ever floats your boat big man.”

* * *

Chris watched through the door. Waiting for the signal from O’Reily. Seeing it he quickly made his way in the make shift hospital and over towards Toby’s bed. He hesitated momentarily when he finally made it over to the bed. He did not know why. Maybe it was the shock of seeing the aftermath of Operation Toby, or maybe it was the fear of Toby rejecting him, or maybe it was the thought of seeing so much hurt in those striking blue eyes again and knowing he was the reason. Hell it was probably all that plus some other shit he had not thought about. Chris reached out to touch Beecher but pulled away. He did not want to hurt him and he definitely did not want to scare him.

“Toby?”

The blonde sluggishly turned his head to look at what was calling his name. He waiting for his eyes to focused but they were not working for him today. He watched as the fussy shadow kept talking.

“You probably have no idea who I am right now even if you can understand me but I am so sorry Beech. I know there is nothing I can say to make you forgive me, but I am going to work my ass off until you do. I promise you that. You are the only good thing that I have ever had in my life. I don’t care if it takes the rest of my life. I will wait for you to forgive me and love me again.”

Chris looked up just in time to see Ryan waving franticly. “Must be time to go. Sleep tight Toby." He softly kissed the broken man on his head and made a promise to god or whoever the fuck was up there that he was going to fix this. That done he took one more look at the man he loved lying in a bed that he was responsible for putting there. He closed his eyes and left before he shed the tears he was fighting to hold back. When he was out of the room he leaned against the wall and whispered to no one and every one. “Even if it takes another life I will wait for you to forgive me."

Locked Away Memories

2007-04-08T05:50:52Z

A short Keller fic written for the

hardtime100 challange # 120: Behind Closed Doors

“Chris come here.”

“What dad?”

“I want you to do something for me.”

“What daddy?” Chris immediately recognized the smirk on his father’s face and knew what he wanted. “No daddy not that. Please it hurts.”

“I guess you don’t love me then.”

“But I do daddy. I do love you.”

“Then get over here and drop your pants.”

Chris chocked back a sob as he slowly unbuttoned his pants.

* * *

A knock on the door. “Chris honey you have been in there a really long time are you all right?” He closes his eyes and hopes she will go away. “Chris I know you are in here.”

“Please go away,” he whispers to himself.

“Christopher Elliot Keller! Answer me when I am speaking to you.” Still no response. “That is it mister I am coming in there.” She opens the door and enters the small bathroom. “Christopher why is it so steam…” She stopped in mid sentence when she saw her son. He was sitting with in the tub scrubbing his right leg. Blood was flowing from parts of his body that had been scrubbed raw and his black was beginning to blister from the hot water hitting it. “Dear god Chris. What is wrong? Why are you bleeding?”

“I am dirty. I need to get clean. I need to wash it all off of me.”

Concern flashed in her eyes ad she looked over her frighten and bleeding son. “Sweetheart what are you talking about?” She softly placed her hand on his back but quickly pulled it back when she felt how hot it was and Chris flinch. “Come on honey lets get you out of the tub.” She turned off the water and walked over to the linen closest to get a towel. “Come on Chris honey. Stand up.” She gently placed the towel over his shoulder nothing the tremor that it sent through his body. “Sit down sweetheart. Now what is going on? Why did you need to get clean?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said barely above a whisper.

“Something is wrong and I cannot help you unless you tell me what it is. And it is obvious that you need help.”

“It’s dad. He um… he…”

“What did he do sweetheart?” Chris motioned for his mother to move closer. When she did he whispered in to her. A look of horror spread over her face. “What the hell? That is horrible. I cannot believe that you would say such a thing.”

“What?”

“I cannot believe you would say such atrocious lies about your father. He is a good man and he would never hurt anything let alone do what you said he did. You fucking piece of shit liar.”

Tear began to run down Chris’ cheek as he talked. “I’ not lying mother. He did that to me.”

A hand connected with the side of his face. Knocking him off of the toilet, causing his head to hit the side of the sink and start to bleed. “I want you out of my house.”

Chris’ eyes went huge. “What?”

“You heard me. I want you out of my house. Now. I will not have a faggot liar under my room. Now get dressed and get the fuck out of my house or I will throw you out.”

* * *

“Chris! Chris!”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“You mom told me want you said.”

“Yeah so? It is not like she believed me.”

“Yeah I know. She told me that you were trying to make me look bad.”

“So what do you want?”

“Just because she did not believe doesn’t mean that no one else will.”

“So?”

“I cannot have you going around telling such lies about me. I have a reputation to protect.”

“Lies? LIES! You know it is the truth. Why would I tell anyone else? My own mother did not believe. What makes you think anyone else will.”

“I am not willing to take that risk. I need to shut you up for good.”

“What do you...?” A crowbar crashed in to the back of Christopher’s head finishing his sentence for him.

* * *

“Chris… CHRIS?” A hand landed on his shoulder and began to shake him.

“Huh. What Sister?”

“Are you going to answer my question or not?”

“Yeah what was it again?”

“I said how was you childhood?”

“It was fine. Nothing much really happened."

Crossing the Line

2007-03-08T07:55:15Z

Title: Crossing The Line
By: Me
E-Mail: don_31302@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Focus: Beecher and Stabler
Summary: AU Beecher/Stabler
Disclaimer: You know I do not own these guys.
Note: For this part I am using a lot of subjects that are from the shows but I plan on making it more of my own as I go along. Also this is my first full lenght crossover. If it sucks you have been warned. Also this is unbetaed so if you spot an error feel free to tell me.

October 20, 1998

NYC Courtroom

The last few days of his life had passed by in a blur of lights and sounds. Ever since his wife’s death Tobias felt like he had been living a dream. Was this really happening? Could he be getting out of OZ early? His father seemed to think so. That is why he is here in this courtroom staring at the judge who had sent him to OZ.

“Mrs. Lima is it true that you spoke to my client a month ago?”

“Yes I did.”

“And what did you say to Mr. Beecher?”

“I told him that I was not sure that I had sentenced him fairly.”

“Are you saying Mrs. Lima that Mr. Beecher was sentenced to harshly?”

“Yes I am.”

“Thank you Mrs. Lima. That is all.”

This must be a dream. It just has to be. Any second now I will wake up in Oz and everything will go back to normal. Good things only happen in my dreams and even those have been nonexistent since I came to OZ. Toby felt a strong hand on his shoulder that pulled him out of his thought. He turned to his left and his father was sitting next to him. “It looks good son. You may be home soon.” Ok now it has to be a dream. This is way too good for it not to be. I am going to be stuck in for the rest of my sentence if I do not die there first.

“Your honor I feel that given the testimony of Judge Lima, what my client has suffered because his judge was angry at him, and the recent suicide of his wife I feel that it is only fair and just to vacate the rest of his sentence. Mr. Beecher has more then paid his debt to society.”

If anything else was said Toby missed it. His father gently shaking him brought him out of his stupor. He looked up and noticed that everyone was leaving the courtroom so he got up and followed his father out as well. “I cannot believe this.”

“Can’t believe what Tobias?”

“This. All of this. It feels like I am dreaming. I’m scared that I am going to wake up in Oz.”

“Trust me son it is not a dream. Incase you still have doubts here.” Harrison reached up on pinched his son on his side.

“Ouch dad. What was that for?”

“To prove that this is not a dream.”

“Thanks.” Both men looked over as they heard the door open. The watched as the bailiff walked out. He looked at both men before he spoke.

“The judge is ready gentlemen.”

“This is it.” Mr. Beecher lead the way back in to the courtroom with his son following close behind them. They both held their breath as they waited for the judge to start talking.

“Mr. Beecher I have thought over the case and what your lawyer has said and I have to agree with him. I do too feel that you were sentenced too harshly. The abuse you have suffered at the hand of the penal system was cruel and unusual. But you are still responsible for the death of a child. Which was caused by your alcoholism. Therefore I will not vacate the rest of you sentence. You will be released under a strict parole. The conditions of which will be worked out later. If you violate this parole you will immediately be sent back to Oswald where you will serve out the rest of your sentence.”

* * *

Oswald State Penitentiary

Unit B

“I don’t fucking believe it.”

“Believe it. He leaves today.’

“That fucking cock sucker. You sure you can’t get to him?”

“Yeah I’m sure. Guards are actually doing their job. Fucking Bitcher is going to get out of here.”

“Son of a bitch. That prag probably think his little bitch ass is safe. I am going to show him how wrong he is.”

“You got a plan Vern?”

“You’re damn right I do. Nobody makes a fool out of me and gets away with it. I may not be able to take care of him in person but I can do the next best thing.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do?”

“You will find out soon enough.”

* * *

16^th Precinct

4:36 P.M.

October 24, 1998

“What do you mean?”

“I signed the papers yesterday.”

“So you and Kathy are done?”

“Yes. Now lets drop it. I do not feel like discussing this here.”

“All right Elliot. I don’t think I need to say this but if you need to talk just let me know.”

Elliot just grunted a shook his head in hopes that it would kill the conversation. It seemed to do the trick because Olivia went back to work. Elliot was glad that the day was almost over. Since it was near the end of the month nearly all of his overtime had been used up so he might get out of here before dark. Not like he had anywhere to go. The house was unbearable now that he was alone. He let out a little sigh as he got up and went to get a cup of coffee. On his way back to his desk he noticed Cragen leaving his office with a few folders. “What’s up?”

“You two just got a case.”

“But it is almost five now and you said no more over time.” Olivia said looking at the clock.

“Well this is a little more important.”

“What is it?”

“White male between the ages of seven and nine found naked in Central Park missing his right hand. I need one of you at the crime scene and the other to meet Warner at the morgue.”

“Ok. Which one do you want Olivia?”

“I’ll take Warner. You can have the scene.”

“Fine with me. Lets go.”

* * *

Alphabet City

912 Avenue Q, New York

October 19, 1998

“If you leave your apartment after ten p.m. you will be taken back to Oz and will serve out the rest of you sentence there.”

“”What if there is an emergency?”

“Then call an ambulance.”

“What if it is the kids?”

“Your mother and I will be taking care of them until you are out of here.”

“Ok what else was there?”

“You are not allowed to move from this apartment for two years. After that you are required to submit a request for a change in address. During that first two years you are not allowed to drive. For the first six months there is to be a search every two weeks. After that they will be moved back to once a month for the next year and a half. After that they will be moved to just twice a year until your parole is over. During the entire five years there are to be random drug test. If you fail one you will be sent back that day.”

“Damn that is a little strict.”

“Yeah but we are just lucky they are letting out. I swear to God Toby if you mess this up you will not make it back to Oz because I will kill you before they get to you.”

“I got it dad. Thanks again. I owe you so much for doing this for me.”

* * *

Oswald State Penitentiary

Visiting Room

Noon

October 24, 1998

“It was my pleasure.”

You sure they will find it?”

“Positive. I left it in a very public place.”

“Ok. You sure they will not be able to trace it back to me?”

159 Ivory Dr.

East Hampton’s, Long Island New York

4:15 P.M.

October 24, 1998

“Calm down Victoria. They are only thirty minutes late. They are probably playing with some friends and will be home in a little bit.”

* * *

Crime Lab

5:30 P.M.

October 24, 1998

“You sure?”

“Positive. You are looking at the remains of Gary Beecher. I ran the prints just for the hell of it and got a match. Apparently his parents had him printed when he was younger. I also found prints of his father. A recent parole from Oswald State Penitentiary. He was in for vehicular manslaughter. He got drunk and hit Kathy Rockwell.”

“That was in the file?”

“No but I was the ME for that case. Felt bad for the family. She was a pretty little thing”

“You think the dad may have played a part.”

“Possibility. From what I have heard about OZ. If you survive you are one tough and violent SOB.”

“I’ll call Elliot and give him the info.” Olivia dialed her partner’s number and waited for him to pick up.”

* * *

Alphabet City

912 Avenue Q, New York

6:11 P.M.

“Hello?” Beecher looked at the man standing outside his door. He was dressed too nice to live here and he was not due for another search for nine more days.

“Mr. Beecher?”

“That’s me. Who are you?”

“I’m Detective Stabler and I’m here to…”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. It has only been five days since the last search. You guys are only supposed to come once every two weeks.”

“What are you talking about Mr. Beecher?”

“I am talking about my parole. One of your guys was here to do the search five days ago. So I have nine more days before I am due for another. Don’t think because I am an ex-con that I am a moron Detective Stabler.”

“I don’t work with the Parole office. I work with the Special Victims Unit and I am…” Elliot was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“I have a package for a Mr. Tobias Beecher.”

“That’s me.”

“Here sign this. Ok and this is yours.” The delivery boy took back his clipboard and handed over the box. His job done he left the building.

“Thanks.” Beecher walked in to his apartment and set the box on the counter. There was no return address it just said ‘From Gary’ at the top. “Hum. I wonder what Gary is sending me?” With that said Beecher began to open the box. Toby tried to say something but all the air in his body was gone. The only thing that came out was this weird inhuman moan.

“Mr. Beecher are you ok? You look a little pale.” Tobias did not appear to hear him as he continued to look in the box and shake slightly. “What is in the box? Sweet God in heaven. Is that a real hand? Whoa Beecher.” Elliot reached out just in time to catch the blonde before he hit the floor.”

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Lost Love

Pressing me, they won't go away. So I pray, go away.

March 20

SVU Squad room

98k514 @ 2007-05-21T23:48:00

Sunshine Apartments

Visiting Room

"Don't let them throw me away"

A change of Heart

98k514 @ 2007-04-18T22:13:00

Locked Away Memories

Crossing the Line

October 20, 1998

NYC Courtroom

Oswald State Penitentiary

Unit B

16th Precinct

October 24, 1998

Alphabet City

Oswald State Penitentiary

October 24, 1998

Crime Lab

Alphabet City

16^th Precinct