Is The End Where I Begin?
She was hot, she was sweaty and she didn't know where the hell she was or what the hell she was doing there.
Her tangled cinnamon colored mess of hair fell into her face, she lifted her hand up to pull it away when she saw her hand was covered in blood. She hated blood; she hated blood more than anything. It made her –
"She's breathing!" a man said.
"Get her into the back!" another one yelled.
Gwen's eyes flickered open, "Wha-what happened?"
"She's up and talking!" Yet another man yelled.
"What happened?" Gwen asked again.
"I think she has memory loss!" the same guy yelled.
"WHAT HAPPENED?"
Silence.
"I'm all bloody and cut up, I NEED an explanation!" Gwen was furious.
"Hunny, I'm detective Benson and that's detective Stabler. I am afraid we don't know. We need to talk."
The hospital bed was soft, Gwen felt like she was floating. She looked down at her bandaged up leg, twenty stitches in on that one alone, another five on her right and four on her right arm for a total of twenty-nine stitches. Her eyes quickly shut; it was painful, very painful. Her boyfriend laid next to her, quietly sleeping. Kevin had spent the whole night by her side, through each painful stitch and each tear.
"You up?" She heard a soft voice say.
Gwen looked up from Kevin to see detective Benson at the edge of her hospital bed. "Mmhm."
"So, let's get down to business shall we? Do remember anything from last night?"
"Well, I was at a friend's party, and I was walking back to my hotel. See, I don't live here, I live in Bellwood IL."
"Oh, where was the party?"
"Um, 'Tonic & The Met Lounge'."
"Your 21?"
"22."
"Oh, and you were staying at.."
Gwen reached into Kevin's pocket to grabbed the room key, "'Crowne Plaza, Times Square'."
"That's just two blocks from the Tonic…"
"Yeah, and it was about 2am when I left."
"And where was your…"
"Boyfriend, um Kevin was at the hotel room when I called him and told him that I was coming. He didn't want to go to the party, he and my friend Alexia don't get along very well…"
"Well, is there anyone there who would harm you?"
"Nope."
"Would anyone else harm you?"
"Well…"
"And Ms. Benson, please don't tell anyone! They'll lock me up and do testing on me and ugh! My life would be ruined!"
"So, you're an alien? And you think that another alien raped you?"
"Yep."
"And your boyfriend is one too?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, give me names"
Detective Benson slammed the file on Munch's desk as she walked by. Now, she didn't slam it violently, just a little too rough. Munch looked up at her, then mouthed "What's wrong with her?" to Elliot, who mouthed back "I don't know"
"Nothing's wrong with me, it was just a hard slam" Olivia said with her back turned to Elliot and Munch.
Munch rolled his eyes and opened the file, "Michael Morningstar, 22 and lives in Bellwood IL?"
"Yeah" Olivia said, "That's where our victim is from, she came to New York for a party."
"Oh…so what? Are we just gonna make our way to Illinois?" Elliot asked annoyed.
"Road trip" Olivia smiled.