A/N: This is my first attempt at a SVU fiction, I recently got hooked on the show a few months ago and now I can't stop watching. But it's an addiction I'm more than happy to admit. Everything goes to its rightful owners!

"What do we have?" The nurse asked the paramedic as he rushed in the patient.

"Eleven year old boy, third degree burns all over legs and partial torso," he responded while still rushing the stretcher into the building. "Grandparents hotel room caught on fire while they were all sleeping. After inhaling so much smoke, he wasn't breathing when we found him, but we got his heart started again…lucky kid."

The nurse looked down at the young boys face. His brown hair was plastered all over his face with sweat. Lucky kid, indeed, she thought to herself. "Alright, let's get him to a room," she told the paramedic. "Where are his guardians?"

The paramedic glanced down sadly at the boy while guiding the stretcher into a room. "Grandparents died in the fire. Mom split. No dad in the picture as far as we know."

The nurse glanced at the paramedic sadly, "Happens to often, doesn't it? Kids turning up here with no one for them…maybe he'll tell us of a family member when he wakes up."

"Sure hope so," the paramedic replied. "This kid needs someone after what went down tonight…after what he's been through," he added bitterly.

The nurse looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean?"

The paramedic walked over to the boy and lifted up his shirt slightly.

The nurse gasped. Covering almost every inch of the boys torso were bruises. "You think he's been abused?"

"Well I sure can't think of anything else that would've caused this. The fire sure wouldn't have."

"Alright, I'll call SVU. You're free to leave. We got him covered now.

The paramedic nodded, glanced at the boy one last time, and walked out of the room.

The nurse walked back over to the boy and checked on his vitals. Everything was what it was supposed to be. She walked over to the sink in the room to wash her hands when she heard movement behind her. She turned. The boy's eyes had opened. He shifted slightly and flinched.

"Hey, there," she warned, "try not to move too much, the painkillers are still kicking in."

The boy, who she now realized had brown eyes, looked around confused, "Where am I?"

"In the hospital…there was a fire."

"That would explain why my legs burn," the boy said frowning.

"Yes, don't worry, they'll feel better really soon, I promise." She smiled reassuringly at him. "What's your name?"

"Calvin," he said quietly. "Calvin Arliss. But that's just what everybody here calls me. My real name is Calvin Benson."

"Well, Calvin Benson," she asked smiling softly, "is there anyone we can call for you?"

He answered instantly, "Olivia Benson, NYPD: Special Victims Unit."