Hey everyone!! So this is my first attempt at writing a story and I thought I would try on here, since I'm for real obsessed with this website. Like I literally have no life except work, the gym, reading on here and of course sleep. Anyways I thought, why not combine my two favorite shows ever? Should be interesting, right? Hope you enjoy! Neither of the shows or characters mentioned from either show are mine, just borrowing them for awhile. Also let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always welcome.

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5:41 am/ 76th East Avenue

"How far out are we?" asked Olivia Benson, hands gripped tight on the steering wheel, willing the cruiser through the horrendous New York traffic. "The City that Never Sleeps" was a very accurate description, seeing as it was just past 5:30 in the morning. Drivers always seemed to take their sweet time to respond to the lights and sirens blaring from their vehicle no matter what time of day it was.

"2 mike." replied her partner of 10 years, Elliot Stabler.

"Take a left here." he said pointing out the upcoming intersection. All the years they had worked together in the Special Victims Unit and these calls never got easier.

"Take a breath, Olivia. We'll get there in time. Remember, we don't even know what we're walking into." Stabler continued, trying to ease his partners' nerves.

"The caller told us there's a girl chained up in an abandoned warehouse," Benson argued, "we already know it's gonna be bad."

Even though it was left unsaid, he knew she wanted to ask what if they didn't make it in time to save her. He knew she had a big heart, but he was privy to the fact that you couldn't save them all. And when they couldn't, the next best thing was to try and get justice for the victim. "Take this right and the gravel road should lead us up to it." He said, turning off the lights and sirens. Hopefully they could catch the perp by surprise.

They came to a stop and quickly climbed out of the vehicle, automatically unholstering their police issued M9 pistols. Using the time they moved up to the building to steady their breathing, they readied themselves for the horrors they were sure to find inside.

Making eye contact, with the shake of Benson's head, Stabler pushed through the door to the building. They stepped inside, into a narrow hallway. Years of working together kicked in, as they smoothly moved down the hallway, clearing out rooms as they went. Coming to the end of the hallway, they hit another door. Through the door, they could hear a voice, murmuring urgently. Kicking through the door, Stabler's blood ran cold as he took in the scene before him. They had entered the main part of the warehouse. The room was empty except for a table and a stained mattress, with a young women laid out on it. Attached to her ankles and her wrists were chains, which ran the length of the floor to a support beam a couple of meters away from the mattress. She had nothing on but soiled undergarments and even from where he was standing, he could tell that the woman had been tortured badly. Standing over her was a brunette woman, dressed in all black, holding a gun.

"Stop! Put your hands in the air!" yelled Benson, gun up and aimed at the woman.

The woman whirled around at the sudden intrusion, with a slightly crazed look in her eyes. "You have to help her! Please, it's not what it looks like!"

Dropping the gun, the brunette kneeled down next to the unconscious woman.

"Quinn, please baby, you have to wake up! Please, I can't lose you!" she sobbed.

"Ma'am, step away! Put your hands in the air!" the detectives ordered, trying to get the woman to move away from the victim so they could get a clear shot. Stabler kept his gun centered on the brunette, as Benson slowly started to angle off, trying to get close enough to the woman to take her down.

"Why are you trying to arrest me!!! She needs you help!" the girl screamed, starting to lose her patience.

"Ma'am, you need to calm down and listen. You need to let her go. It's over." Stabler continued talking calmly, trying to keep the woman's attention on him as Benson kept moving out of the her peripherals.

"You don't understand! This-"

Benson swooped in for the takedown. She wrestled the girl to the floor, pulling her hands behind her back to handcuff them as Stabler quickly moved in towards the unconscious girl on the mattress.

"Sweetie, can you hear me?" Stabler said softly as he brushed the hair out of the blonde's face. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

Benson reciting the Miranda Rights was cut off by a yell, as the girl in handcuffs started to struggle when she realized the blonde was conscious.

"Quinn! Quinn baby, please tell them it's ok! I came for you! I came to find you! They don't believe me! Tell them!" she screamed.

The blonde's eyes slowly focused on her surroundings. As she finally took in the sight of the girl on the ground, she recoiled suddenly, terror in her eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why won't you tell them? It's me, it's Santana! Your girlfriend!! Baby, tell them!" the brunette said struggling against the handcuffs that restrained her. In the distance, sirens could be heard, signaling the arrival of the ambulance they had radioed for before they entered the building.

The blonde tried to scramble further away but the chains caught, reaching the end of their length. Stabler quickly grabbed the bolt cutters that were laying a few feet from the mattress and freed the girl. She tried to get up, but the combination of the trauma to her body and Stabler quickly grabbing her around the waist, stopped her.

"It's alright honey, you're safe now, we got you." he murmured, as Benson double locked the restraints and stood the increasingly hysterical girl up from the floor. The EMTs finally arrived inside of the building, quickly getting to work assessing the blonde and preparing her for transport. Once she was put on the stair chair and the EMTs started rolling her to the ambulance, Stabler and Benson led the brunette outside to another unit that had pulled up along with the EMTs. They placed her inside of the vehicle, with orders to take her back to the unit. Once that was done, they got to work collecting any evidence they could. They took samples of fluids from the mattress, cigarette butts from the ash tray that was on the table in the middle of the room, as well as fingerprints they found on the knifes, pliers and other equipment found on the table. Benson felt a chill down to her bones at just the thought of what was done to girl they had found.

As they drove back the the unit, both detectives were deep in thought, trying to process what they had seen.

"Did you get a look at her body for any...injuries?"

"Yeah, whoever did this to that girl really messed her up. She had bruises everywhere and her nails were pulled out. She also had cuts on her legs and-"

"What do you mean, whoever did this?" Benson cut off, staring at Stabler, disbelieving. "We caught the perp, red handed. If we hadn't of walked in at that moment, we probably would have had a corpse on our hands instead."

"I don't know Olivia. Did you see how distraught that girl was? Either she's a damn good actress or she is a sociopath."

"Yeah but did you also see the victims' reaction when she woke up and saw her? She look scared for her life!"

"I still don't know. This doesn't feel right to me." Stabler sighed, scratching the back of his neck as they pulled into the NYPD parking lot. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves before we get the facts. We'll take the evidence to get looked at, start the case file just to give the suspect some time to stew and check in on the victim, Ok?"

Benson stared out the dash window and slowly nodded.

"You know it's okay if-"

"I'm fine," she said sharply, "I'll be fine. Let's go."

She shoved the door open and stepped out, slamming it harder than necessary and made her way into the building.

"Well that went well." Stabler muttered to himself as he climbed out of the vehicle and followed his partner into the building, ready to get started with their new case.

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12:05 pm/ Bellevue Medical Center

Benson and Stabler entered the Intensive Care Unit, where they had been told that the victim had been placed. After talking to the nurse at the desk, they waited for the doctor who had worked on her to arrive.

"Any news yet from Forensics?" asked Benson as she glanced at her watch.

"Nope, nothing yet. I have a few favors owed, so I was able to get a rush put on the evidence we gave them. They'll call me when it's ready." Stabler said as a doctor rushed into the waiting room.

"Detectives Benson and Stabler?"

"Yes?" Benson said, reaching to shake the young doctors' hand. The red head looked at Benson's hand with mild disgust on her face. "I'm sorry ma'am, I have a thing about shaking hands with people. Too many germs." the doctor stated.

Benson and Stabler shared a look. "Doesn't that make it hard to do your job?" Stabler asked, with a smirk on his face.

"Surprisingly no. When I am working with patients, my OCD tends to be put on the back burner. But it does help with the fact that I tend to make little to no mistakes when in surgeries."

"What was your name again?" Benson asked trying to get to the reason they were there.

"Doctor Emma Pillsbury. I'm assuming you are the detectives that found the Jane Doe that was brought in this morning?"

"Quinn." Stabler corrected.

"Excuse me?"

"Apparently her name is Quinn. But yes we're the detectives. What can you tell us?"

"Well she is very lucky for one. She suffered from hypothermia and major internal bleeding. She seized on the bus here from shock and her heart stopped. They brought her back right before she arrive and we took her right into surgery. Someone really did a number on her. I had to repair her spleen and take out her appendix. She had bruises, from what looked like cold and hot instruments everywhere. We also had to stitch up all the cuts to her body. We stopped counting at 37."

"Christ." Stabler murmured.

"There was also water damage to her lungs, almost like what you would see on a prisoner of war from water boarding." Dr. Pillsbury continued.

"Water boarding?" asked Benson, "How do you know that?"

"I saw it a couple times during my stint as a Doc in the Army."

"Iraq?" Stabler asked, slightly impressed

"Afghanistan."

"Nice, Desert Storm." he replied, nodding his head at the fellow veteran.

"Anything else you can tell us Doc?" Benson continued irritably, trying to keep them on track.

The Doctor eyed the Detective. "Yes. Due to the trauma, Jane D- I mean Quinn, is in a comma right now. My best guess is that her body is trying to recuperate and repair itself. I do good work, so I am confident she will wake up sooner or later, but unfortunately it could be the latter."

"Thank you for your time doctor," Benson said, turning to leave.

"Wait, it gets worse." Dr. Pillsbury pressed, stopping the detectives in their tracks. "I noticed the bruising on the victims legs during the surgery as I was stitching up the cuts and had the nurses do a rape kit. It came back positive but no fluids were found. We did find something else though." She paused.

"What else?"

"Splinters." she said, pulling out a vial with tiny pieces of wood floating in the solution.