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Chapter 1

"We don't really have anything Captain," Said Detective Amanda Rollins, as she pointed at the whiteboard, "Jane Doe is 20 years old. She was raped, slashed and dumped in an alley. The M.E. found no hairs, saliva or semen. I reckon he's done this before."
"So do I," Captain Cragen agreed. Detective Olivia Benson sat at her desk watching the blonde work, "She's young, so maybe she was a student at Hudson. Olivia, Amaro, go check it out. Ask the school admin if you can go through their student databases, and ask as many professors and students as possible if they know her." Olivia and Nick Amaro stood and the Special Victims Unit squad room. Odafin Tutuola came through the door.
"I did a door to door of the street around the alley, but no one knew the girl." He said.
"OK, there isn't much you two can do now, just do some paperwork, or go have a nap." Fin and Rollins sat at their desks and eyed the ever-growing stack of paperwork that sat in front of them. They pulled the first file off the top and got to work.

"This is getting nowhere." Amaro groaned.
"Agreed. Wanna get a coffee and go back?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah OK." They made their way to a close coffee shop and ordered. As they waited, the sat and chatted.
"How's Zara?" Olivia wanted to know.
"Fine."
"Nick." Olivia said in a warning voice.
"I don't know how she is Olivia. I haven't seen her in a month, and the last time I spoke to her was a week ago."
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm… I'm stressed and upset and frustrated and angry and I miss her. She's my baby girl and Maria just took her away."
"I know Nick. Give Zara a ring. Invite her over for the holidays. Cragen would let you take it, I know he would."
"Would Maria?" He asked. The waitress brought their coffees over and his question hung in the air. Before she could answer Olivia's phone rang. It was the Captain. Olivia stood quickly, almost knocking her coffee over, before whispering to Nick: "There's been another death."

They dashed to the car and drove quickly to the scene, lights flashing and sirens on. Olivia had put Cragen on loudspeaker.
"This one had I.D. Her name is Lacey Gerome. She's 22 years old and goes to Hudson. Raped, slashed and dumped in an alley. Warner doesn't know if there'll be evidence." They went back to the precinct and Rollins and Benson decided to take a nap. They'd been awake for 15 hours and there wasn't anything they could do until Warner had done the autopsy.

"Manda, Manda, hey, wake up." It was Fin, gently shaking her shoulders.
"What? I'm sleepy." Amanda yawned.
"Someone's here to see you."
"Who?" She asked, sitting up on the bed.
"I don't know. She didn't give her name." He shrugged. Rollins stood and wandered into the squad room… and stopped dead in her tracks. Fin almost ran into her. She stared at the teenage girl standing in front of her.
"Detective, are you OK?" The girl asked, stepping forward. Rollins nodded, quickly recovering herself.
"Why don't we talk somewhere private?" Rollins said, leading the girl into a room they used to talk to victims.
"I'm sorry for interrupting you at work, Detective, but I needed to talk to you."
"It's OK Simmone. And please, call me Amanda. What's going on?"
"Something's happened and I… um… I… just…" Simmone stumbled.
"Are you hurt?" Rollins asked seriously.
"I was raped," Simmone blurted out, "I mean, I think I was."
"You're not sure?"
"It was my boyfriend. I said no, I didn't want to, but he said we should do it, and then he got on top of me and pushed me down and… forced himself inside me. And it was horrible. And it hurt."
"When was this?" Rollins asked.
"A few hours ago. I was exhausted. I needed to sleep." Simmone stared at the floor.
"Honey," Rollins said, holding Simmone's hands, "What happened to you, it was rape. You should get a rape kit done."
"Do I have to?"
"No, but if you want to press charges, you need to."
"I don't know what I want. I'm scared I'm pregnant. He didn't wear a condom. I'm just scared."
"I know. How about I take you to the hospital and you can take some medicine to stop pregnancy and diseases, and then you decide there if you want to do a rape kit or not?" Rollins suggested. Simmone nodded, "OK, I will be back in a second. You stay here." Rollins stood and made her way to the Captains office. She felt Fin staring at her, but didn't care. She knocked on the Captain's door and entered.
"Hey, Sir, we have a 14 year old girl who was raped. I'll take her to the hospital. She doesn't know whether she wants a rape kit done, or if she wants to press charges, but she needs to get checked out."
"Name?" He asked. He could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes and knew this was personal.
"Simmone Jefferson. Foster mother is Hannah Jefferson." Rollins left the room quickly. She collected Simmone and drove her to the hospital. The nurses gave her some tablets, one to prevent pregnancy and others to prevent STD's. Simmone decided to have a rape kit done. Rollins held her hand the whole time.


Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I posted but here you go! It's only a short story, but I'm hoping to do more in the future.