Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Martina McBride and Dick Wolf do.
Summary: This is a songfic based on the song Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. A young girl is abused by her parents and the Special Victims Unit catches the case but it may be too late.
A woman is sitting in the interrogetion room with Elliot and Olivia.
"You have no evidence directly relating my client to the abuse," the lawyer pointed out. "So you have to send her home and the girl goes with her."
They left and Olivia and Elliot went out to try and find more evidence.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The girl was in the corner of the classroom alone. Elliot and Olivia looked in on her and the teacher came out to them.
"She hasn't said anything to anyone. She has more bruises today than she had yesterday."
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
"Benson," Olivia yawned as she got up from her bed.
"It's El. She got the girl."
Olivia got up and rushed to get dressed. She ran out and took a cab to the little girl's house.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Olivia and Elliot walk into the house and run up to the little girl's room. Forensics was combing the scene as they putting the limp body on a stretcher. Olivia looked at the girl's face as they covered it with the sheet.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
"COD is strangulation," Melinda said pointing out the bruising on her neck.
"Now that's justice," Elliot stumbled back and shook his head.
"The court sent her home with her abuser and she became her murderer. There is no justice in that," Olivia said almost in tears.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Olivia and Elliot walk through the cemetery to the little girl's grave. The people there walked away as they came up. Olivia began to cry and Elliot wrapped an arm around her.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
"We could have prevented this. We could have stopped her," Olivia said burying her face in his chest.
"I know. I know honey," Elliot said kissing her forehead.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
"Let's go," Elliot said taking her hand and leading her back to the car.