A/N: I don't own any of the SVU characters. It's a favorite show and Rollins has become my new second favorite detective, with Benson as first, of course. Also, I'm not sure if they would've called her parents or not but I'm going with not, at least not right now.
Chapter 1
Melissa was nervous as she walked into the precinct. She had no idea what she was doing there; he told her that if she told anyone, he would hurt her little sister. However, she couldn't do it on her own anymore, she was only sixteen. She looked around for her hero, Detective Benson, but she could only see Detective Rollins. She also saw Melissa. Melissa also didn't look great, as she had come here straight from what had happened. Detective Rollins looked at her with concern and walked over.
"Excuse me, did you need help with something?" she asked. Melissa was afraid to say anything, but finally was able to ask if Detective Benson was available. "She's not here actually; she's out on a case. Do you want to sit down and wait for her? Or was there something I could do for you?"
Melissa knew that the detective probably knew why she was there. She figured Rollins looked nice enough, and even if she wasn't as well-known as Benson, she was still good at her job and could help. Melissa followed her over to her desk and sat down; looking around every now and again as if she were afraid she had been followed.
Rollins sat down and started doing some paperwork for a case. It was pretty much an open and shut case, as the perps had confessed. She was more worried about the youngster that sat beside her. She had definitely been hurt; her blouse was torn, she wasn't wearing shoes, her hair was a mess, and her right eye was starting to bruise. She probably came straight here, hoping Olivia could help her. I wish she would let me in; I could help too. Rollins thought as she went through her papers.
"I'm scared," Melissa said quietly. Rollins looked up and put her papers away. She put her hand on Melissa's knee, and she jumped just a bit.
"It's ok, Sweetie. Why don't you start with your name? How old are you?" Rollins asked, trying to figure out if she needed to call any parents.
"I'm Melissa. I'm sixteen; I'll be seventeen in a few weeks." Melissa looked down, almost looking like she was going to cry. "Are you going to call my parents? I don't want them to know I'm here. They…They think I'm at a friend's house for the weekend so they're not expecting me home."
"I won't call them, Sweetie. Do you need to go to the hospital?" Rollins was concerned for the girl, but she knew that if she was raped then they needed to go get the rape kit done and the sooner, the better. Melissa didn't say anything, but just nodded her head. Rollins thought that maybe she was crying. She gave her a hug. "Let me go tell my captain so he doesn't think I've gone AWOL and I'll take you down there. Everything's going to be ok, Sweetie, we'll get him," and Rollins got up to tell Captain Cragen about the new case.
Rollins knocked on Captain's door and opened it. "Hey, Captain, I've got a case out here. She hasn't been seen yet so I'm taking her down to Mercy."
"She give you a statement yet, Rollins?" Cragen asked. Rollins shook her head. "Then why the trip to Mercy?"
"She's beat up, Captain. Her shirt's torn, she's got a black eye, and she's scared out of her mind. I asked her if she needed to go to the hospital, and she nodded so I'm taking her. That okay?" Rollins asked. Cragen nodded. Rollins felt no need to tell the captain that she had originally asked for Benson. This was her case now; she was going to prove that she was just as good as Benson. She went up to Melissa and held out her hand. "Ready to go?"
"No, but I don't think I'll ever be so let's go anyway." Melissa took Rollins' hand and stood up. Rollins squeezed her hand and smiled.
"We're gonna get him, Sweetie, don't worry. He's never going to hurt you or anyone else. I promise." Melissa held tight to Rollins' hand as they walked together down to her car. She held it the entire trip to Mercy. She was scared, but she knew Rollins could help her. She looked at Rollins as the stopped at a light, and gave her a small smile.
"Thank you," she whispered. Rollins squeezed her hand in reply. "I'll tell you what happened when we get there. I know it's important. I – I told my parents already but they didn't believe me. That's why I told them I was going to a friend's house, so I could come here."
"That was very brave of you. We'll get you taken care of, I promise," Rollins told her. She promised herself as well that no matter what, they would get the guy who did this. No matter what.