It hadn't been her first choice. In fact, it hadn't been on her list of top threes, but her dad insisted. Ophelia Rollins hadn't seen her mother in five years, and she had plans on keeping it that way. At least, until she could see her without her father being around. Amanda Rollins and Joshua Paul hadn't spoken in years, because every time they did it alwasys ended in a fight. But Ophelia was in trouble, and she needed help. So to the precinct they had to go. New York was a big place with constant rustle and bustle. It made Ophelia's autism tick. The world around her spun and she couldn't focus on one thing, so she stuffed her earpods in and played A Great Big World on her iPhone. She stared down at her feet as she walked across the pavement, her father by her side protectively. He hadn't been more than a few feet away from her since she told him about what happened to her. He guided her into a building, which she didn't pay attention to. Then into an elevator, and they took the elevator up to the sixteenth floor. She pulled her rubber band out of her pocket, and began plucking it continuously.

"Phe."

She looked up at her father, who was smiling at her. "You ready?"

She blinked a few times before shrugging. "I don't know."

He sighed. "Well let's go then, yeah?"

She didn't respond, instead she walked on, plucking the rubber band between her pointer finger and thumb. Her dad followed closely. They stopped in front of the doors of the sixteenth precinct. Ophelia was dying inside but you wouldn't know based on her appearance. She was too flat-affect. She began plucking the band harder. Joshua covered his daughters hands, having her stop. He then made her make eye contact with him. "It's going to be okay. Don't be nervous, alright? You'll be fine. It's your mom."

"I know." She muttered. "I don't like it when you're together."

He frowned. "I'm sorry, Phe..."

She looked away from his eyes. "Can we go in now?"

"Yeah..."

She walked in ahead of him and looked around, they came face to face with a desk where a police officer stood, she tentatively walked closer to it. "Sir, does an Amanda Rollins work here?"

He looked down at Ophelia, who was much shorter than him. He studied her face, and took note of her weary, wandering blue eyes. Her blond hair was blown from the wind, and her cheeks were a rosy pink. The dimple in her chin was prominent. "Are you her kid?"

"I'm her daughter, yes." She stated simply.

"Okay...hold on, wait here." He stood up, and walked off.

It took a few moments of waiting before he came back, with Amanda by his side. The older woman looked at her daughter in shock, her mouth opened wider. "Phe?"

"Hi, mom." Ophelia said. "I was waiting. I don't like waiting, but he told me to wait, so I waited."

Amanda felt tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry you had to wait, Phe."

Ophelia pursed her lips. "Can I hug you?"

Amanda didn't respond. She wrapped her daughter in her arms tightly, and Ophelia hugged her back. "Baby why are you here?"

Ophelia didn't respond, so Amanda looked to Joshua for help.

"I don't think you want to hear about this here." He stated with a hint of irritation to his tone. "Around a bunch of people."

Amanda blinked. "Is it...is it...something that...they can help with?"

He nodded.

"Then of course I can hear about it here." Her blue eyes filled with tears.

"It's your daughter, Amanda, she deserves a sliver of privacy, don't you think?" He scoffed.

"I know how to deal with my daughter, thank you very much."

"Yet you haven't seen her in how long?"

"Stop fighting." Ophelia shouted, coving her ears. "Dad promised you wouldn't fight, and dad shouldn't break his promises."

Amanda gulped, knowing she'd overwhelmed her daughter. "I'm sorry, baby, we'll stop. Would you like to talk about it here, or somewhere else?"

Ophelia's eyes drifted elsewhere, anywhere but her mothers gaze. "Well I can tell you here if you want."

"Baby, it's not about me. It's about you. Whatever you want." She said softly, caressing her daughters cheek.

"Kyle raped me." She said bluntly.

Amanda felt like a sword had just ripped through her chest. Her fellow detectives became silent, and more confused than before. But Amanda's tears were too much and they spilled over her cheeks. A hand lifted to her mouth. "W-What?"

"Behind the bleachers." She continued. "I didn't want to tell dad, but I had to. I didn't like it very much."

"I'm glad you did, baby." Amanda once again wrapped her daughter close to her. "I'm glad you did."

Joshua's own eyes were filling with tears, he sighed, his arms crossed tightly. "The kids going to get away with it, Amanda. I can't allow that."

"We can't allow that." Amanda sniffled, kissing Ophelia's head. "We wont."

Olivia Benson, Amanda's superior, came out of her office. She looked at the busy lobby, and eyed the girl in Amanda's arms. "Rollins, who's this?"

"My daughter." She explained softly.

Olivia's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh...? Is she...okay?"

Everyone knew what that meant.

Amanda shook her head, still in tears.

"Okay. Well, what's your name sweetie?" Olivia asked.

Ophelia looked at Olivia, scanning her up and down. "Are you a detective?"

"I'm a Lietuenant." She responded.

"Do you work with my mom?"

"I'm her boss."

Ophelia blinked, and a few moments passed before she responded, "My name is Ophelia."

"It's nice to meet you Ophelia. My name is Olivia. Do you want to go get a soda and talk? Maybe give your mom a second to sort some things out?"

Ophelia looked between the two women. "I don't like soda. It's carbonated, and every can has approxmiately one hundered and fifty calories, which is pretty unhealthy. But I can talk."

Olivia nodded slowly. "Alright. Well, how about a water?"

"Bottled or tap? Tap water has a lot of bacteria." Ophelia began walking ahead and Olivia followed quickly to catch up.

Amanda sniffled, wiping her cheeks. "What happened, Josh?"

"She came home a few days ago with blood dripping down her legs. I hadn't actually noticed until I did a load of laundry and saw the stains. I asked her...she told me...just about as bluntly as she told you." He swallowed. "I didn't know what to do, or who to go to. The kids dad is an impressive lawyer, and...Phe has autism. If you tell someone that they'll give you that fucking pity look, and say that she must have misinterpreted it as consensual sex." He began to get angry.

"Yeah." Amanda ran a hand through her hair. "Is she okay?"

"No." He shook his head. "Her sensory is much worse lately, and eye contact isn't often. She'll hardly talk to me anymore, and I'm worried about her, especially because she won't communicate her feelings to me. Can't communicate them..."

"Is your mystery daughter okay Amanda?" Fin asked.

"No, did you not just hear what he said?" She spat.

"No, not about that. That." He motioned his head toward the glas window which showed Ophelia writing out a complex math equation, trying to get Olivia to understand that each gram of sugar in the sodas was lethal. Also a ploy to distract Olivia from the root of why they were speaking.

"She's...incredibly intelligent." She muttered. "She just doesn't think in the same ways we do."

"She's special." Joshua stated.

"Our special baby." Amanda began to cry again. "How did this happen? How did we let this happen to her?"

Joshua sighed, running a hand through his hair. He rubbed her back. "It wasn't anyones fault. But the dick that did this to her. You need to take him down, Amanda."

"Oh trust me." Her voice was seething. "I will."

Eh? Thoughts? I figured giving Ophelia high-functioning autism would give her some uniqueness I haven't seen before. Idk if I'll go on with it but I liked the idea, should I continue?

-Sam