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Inthecriminaljusticesystem,sexuallybasedoffensesareconsideredespeciallyheinous.InNewYorkCity,thededicateddetectiveswhoinvestigatetheseviciousfeloniesaremembersofanelitesquadknownastheSpecialVictimsUnit.Thesearetheirstories.
DONG DONG
"Ha! I'm gonna be so rich!" cried the black clad man to himself, "God, why are rich people always leaving their doors open?" He stalked into the bedroom, only to stumble on another black clad, masked man.
"Hey!" yelled the second man in a gruff, angry voice. "Get outta here, you son of a bitch!" he continued, waving a knife in front of his face.
The first man, with a terrified look on his face, scrambled out the door, down the stairs, and ran out the front door, screaming "HELP! CALL 911! APARTMENT 3G!"
"What do we got?" asked Det. Elliot Stabler as he walked on scene.
"And who called it in?" asked Det. Olivia Benson to the first responder.
"Some other guy in the building." replied a chubby, uniformed man, "Hey, Frank! What's what's his face's name?"
"Uh, Jon Hurft, apartment 3B, sir." replied a taller uniformed man.
"Thanks." smiled Olivia.
"As I said, what do we got?" asked Elliot, eyes darting between Olivia and the rookie.
"Oh, uh, 23 year old Calliope Walter, lives alone, this is her house by the way, raped and battered, barely alive. Looks like a robber found her in the middle of his act, so he beat her to shut her up." answered Frank, looking over his papers as Olivia walked away.
"Where's she going?" inquired Elliot.
"Mercy General. There're no other hospitals around." Frank responded, his left eyebrow twitching up at the curious detective.
Elliot nodded, and proceeded to where Olivia was standing, next to a pool of blood, and Dr. Melinda Warner.
"There's lots of blood, and we're testing it to see if the perp hurt himself while he attacked her." stated Melinda.
The detectives nodded, and left.