Disclaimer: Umm yeah if I owned SVU Elliot would be with Olivia, not the blonde lady…duh…

A/N: So I've had this story playing around in my head for a while now and I think it has a lot of potential. The first few chapters may be a little rough, but I'm counting on my lovely readers (that's you) to help me smooth it out…pretty please with Elliot on top? You know you can't resist that offer…lol. Also I'm trying to think of a good title, and I would really love your input.

-MrsSVUlover

Olivia's POV:

I walked out of the court room slowly while rubbing my eyes, trying to wipe the drowsiness away. After 3 long weeks of angry parents, distraught victims, and sleezy lawyers, I wanted a good night sleep in my bed. Elliot had gone home due to orders from the captain, whom I agreed with, he had looked like hell.

As I started to make my way out of the precinct I remembered the large stack of paperwork I had on my desk. Not wanting to have to come to work to that tomorrow I made a b-line for my desk. Sitting down I got to work, glancing at the clock I read, 11:26p.m. Okay not so late. I can do all of this by midnight… hopefully.

About 30 minutes later I still had about a quarter of my paperwork left to do. I decided to take a break. Closing my eyes and leaning against my wrist I dosed off.

"Olivia." I jolted awake and looked around wildly, trying to compose myself.

"What… oh, umm…yeah?" I looked up at my captain and I knew we had caught another case.

"Katie Jamison, 14 year old girl found in a basement. Raped and beaten. I'll call Elliot and send him to meet you at the hospital." He said as he picked up a phone and dialed a number. Standing up and grabbing my coat I walked out into the crisp cool air of New York.

As I drove to Mercy, I felt a little better having gotten an hours sleep. I parked and walked into the double doors and to the nurse's area. Flashing my badge at the busy nurse I said,

"Hi I'm from Special Victims, where is Katie Jamison's room." The nurse looked into the computer screen typing for a second then looked back up at me.

"312 second floor." She said and then went back to her work.

"Thanks" I said after I had started walking towards the stairs. When I get to her room I walked in to see Elliot standing by her bed blocking her face, but I don't need to see it to see how beat up she is.

"El." I say to make my presence known. Elliot glances back at me, then turns towards the bed again. As I walk towards her bed I see how bad she is.

She has cuts on her arms and face and that's all you can see besides the bruising which is literally on every inch of her skin. The guy who did this really did a number on her.

"Katie this is my partner Detective Olivia Benson. She and I are going to ask you a few questions about what happened tonight." Elliot says softly as if his mere voice will damage her. A look of confusion flickered across her face for a moment.

"Okay." She says barely audible. Staring blankly forward with her hands clasped together. I'm surprised she answered, and I can tell so is Elliot.

"Okay can you tell me how this happened?" Elliot asked. Expecting the girl to bust out sobbing with only his first question like the other victims do, but she breathed in deeply and spoke so softly I had to strain to hear.

"I was walking to the park near my house to umm, meet a friend, cause she was going out of town and would miss my birthday." She paused for a moment to breathe. "So we were meeting so she could see me open her present. But," She paused again and I saw her eyes slightly water.

"It's alright sweetie take as much time as you need." I said.

"But before I could make it there I was attacked from behind." She looked down in what looked like… shame. I walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled up a chair. As I was about to say something I heard her whisper something.

"It's my fault." I saw a single tear fall from her eye. I sighed.

"Sweetie none of this is your fault. You couldn't have stopped him." I say to her putting a hand on her shoulder. She doesn't flinch.

"I could have prevented it." She says a little louder. I can see she's getting angry.

"No sweetie you couldn't have you were just walking down the street." This was always hard…when victims blamed themselves.

"At 6 o'clock at night!" She shouted. "I was walking to see my friend at night time when I shouldn't have been out, especially in New York. If I had waited til morning this would never have happened." She exclaimed slamming her fists on her legs in anger only to cringe from the pain of it. She kept muttering 'All my fault' to herself.

"That does not give a person the right to attack someone. This is not your fault, okay. What happened today is not your fault." I see her look at me in confusion again. But kept quiet.

"Katie, how long were you there?" Elliot asked. Getting ready to write down how many hours.

"Long time." Was all she said. He was probably there for maybe a day considering how beat up she was.

"Last night and maybe a little bit into the day before?" He asked questioningly, looking at her.

"Why do you guys keep saying that?" She was holding up that confused look again.

"Saying what?" I asked, really not knowing what.

"Last night." She said looking at both of us.

"Because that was when you were attacked. Last night. Or were you with him two days." Elliot looked at her in pity and I'm sure I mirrored his expression. Two days with a rapist, that's horrible.

Then a look of realization came upon her face. And she made a sound that sounded like a weak scoff.

"Oh my god." She whispered, shaking her head while looking down. Me and Elliot were now both very confused.

"What? What is it?" I asked her in a confused voice.

"That whole time. Know one noticed, she didn't even notice. Oh my god." She yelled, talking to herself. She finally started crying but that's all it was, crying, no sobbing. Just small tears.

"Katie what are talking about no one noticing? Noticing what?" We both looked at her in so much confusion.

"No one noticed that I've been gone." She whispered when her tears stopped.

"Well that's because you've only been gone a day or two." I told her.

"Oh my god! My mother didn't even notice I was gone. She didn't even call the police." She shouted loudly. Looking angry and hurt.

"You weren't gone long enough to have the police called." I tried reasoning with her, not wanting her to be angry with her mother.

"Don't you understand?" She yelled. "I wasn't raped and held captive for just a day or two." She said but a little quieter.

Elliot and I looked at each other. With confusion on both our faces.

"I was kidnapped on April 1st, and wasn't found until today!" She cried out "No one even noticed I was gone. My mother didn't even notice." She cried harder into her palms.

Elliot looked at me in astonishment and then started doing the math in his head.

"Oh my god." He whispered. I did the math also. Today was the 26th of April.

A/N: Okay, tell me what you think. Was it totally awful and I should not continue or was it semi okay. The plans I have for this story are amazing but you guys would really help me by giving me your thoughts and opinions.

Review!

-MrsSVUlover