Letting out a frustrated sigh I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. The empty locker room echoed my every move. My body seemed to ache as I sat on the bench facing my old and scratched locker with Benson labeled on it. Elliot's voice cut through my thoughts 'why do I always have to baby-sit you'. After being jumped by the perp we were chasing and letting him get away, Elliot was furious. This guy was horrible and I screwed up and now he is in the dust. Feeling the guilt and shame over take me when Elliot and the others realized that I had let my guard down and resulted in the perp getting away.
The attack still fresh in my mind replays over and over again. I didn't hear him as he approached me from behind, hitting me with a wooden plank….I subconsciously bring my hand to my bruised and sore side. The worst of it was when I came to a minute later and he was on top of me. His noise buried in my hair with his hands roughly squeezing at my breast. It made me gag, I'm just glad that he heard the others coming to help. I never remember screaming until the perp punched me in the face and hurried away around the corner…thank god the others didn't see how helpless I had been. Elliot's reaction to me letting him get away was worse enough I didn't need him ragging on me about how I need to be more careful and aware.
Looking at my lace covered breasts I see the bruises in the shapes of hand prints forming around my sensitive skin. Letting out a sigh and getting up off the bench I grabbed for the hoodie that was to replace my dirty and ratted shirt. Immediately after I threw it over my head his sent attacked at my senses making me go weak at the knees. Realizing that it was Elliot's sweater that I had borrowed weeks ago, I quickly tugged it off cursing at how much his sent affected me. Biting my lip I decided to actually look at the damage on my side, the movements of the slightest made it burn and sting. Throwing the sweater to the bottom of my locker I let my eyes travel to my right side… the sight made it seem to hurt more.
The skin was red around a forming black and purple color that reached from under my armpit to my hip. It was swollen and stung to touch, 'damn, I need ice....' thinking of slipping away for a few minutes entered my brain, but then I thought better of it. I can't let up; I promised the victims families that I wouldn't stop until he was found. Letting out a long sigh I grabbed an old NYPD t-shirt that could fit two of me in it on. I hear the noises of the busy squad room and head toward my tired colleges to help with the mess I created.
