A young woman walks into the precinct pushing a stroller. Olivia approaches her, guessing that she couldn't be much older than sixteen.
"Can I help you?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
She leads her over to her desk, "Why don't you have a seat?" Olivia questions.
She takes a seat next to Olivia's desk. She parks the stroller next to her, and looks at Olivia. She pushes her long thick blonde hair off her shoulder.
"I don't know if you can help me."
"I can try. Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Happened? Nothing happened to me. That's not why I'm here. I need your help..."
"What's your name?"
"Emily."
"How old are you?" Olivia questions.
"Sixteen."
"How can I help you Emily?"
"My parents died in a car accident a few months ago..."
"If you think that it was foul play you should go..."
"I don't. I need information."
"Information? About what?"
"I don't know if you can disclose the information that I need. I'm sixteen and I can't take care of a seventeen month old."
"I'm not sure how I can help," Olivia furrows her brow in confusion.
"She's not mine," Emily clarifies.
"I'm still not sure how I can help."
"She's my sister and..."
"Your mother was raped?" Olivia guesses.
"No," Emily shakes her head, "Abigail is adopted."
"What kind of information do you need?"
"I talked to the adoption agency and they wouldn't tell me who the birth mother was, but she told me that the reason she gave Abigail up for adoption is because she was..."
"A product of rape? Why do you want information on the birth mother?"
"My grandmother is in a nursing home in Florida. The only other relative I have is my older brother, and he's in rehab in Connecticut. I can't keep her I'm only sixteen."
"I can't give you information on a rape victim."
"Ok."
"I can try to contact her, but that's as much as I can do."
"Ok."
"Do you know when it happened?"
"Between the last two weeks of June 2008, and the first two weeks of July 2008."
"I'll see what I can go."
"Thank you," Emily sighs in relief as she hands detective Benson her contact information.
As Emily heads out the door of the squad room Elliott passes her with his lunch. He walks over to Olivia's desk and puts the take out bags down.
"How old?" he questions.
"Sixteen."
"With a baby?"
"It's not hers."
"Why was she in here?"
"Her parents adopted the baby and they died."
"Why was she in here?"
"The little girl was a product of rape."
"What did she want you to do?"
"She wanted information about the birth mother."
"Why?"
"She said that she couldn't take care of the baby on her own," Olivia answers.
"So she's going to give it back?"
"I don't know. She seemed desperate."
"You're going to help her?"
"I told her that if I found out who it was that I would try to contact them."
"And say what?"
"I don't know," Olivia shrugs.
"We're not going to get to eat are we?" Elliot questions.
"I'm going to go take a look at some old case files."
"I'll help," he agrees.
Half an hour later their desks are covered with files, and take-out boxes. They each thumb through files.
"Liv how are we ever going to find this woman?"
"I don't know," she shrugs, "Just keep looking."
He rolls his eyes, and picks up a new file. He thumbs through the file. "Liv..."
"Did you find her?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"She had a rape kit done, but left the hospital. According to the report the nurse left the room for ten minutes, and when she returned the victim was gone. She left before taking the morning after pill," Elliot reveals.
"Did they ever find out who the victim was?"
"No it was in Queens. They kicked it to us, but, it never came across our desks," Elliot hands Olivia the file.
"It says that the rape kit is still logged in evidence. Maybe we can get a DNA match."
"I guess we're going on a field trip."
After visiting the evidence locker they send the kit to DNA. They're working on paperwork when the lab calls them. Olivia grabs the ringing phone sitting on her desk.
"Benson," she answers.
Elliot listens carefully.
"Ok, we'll be right there," she says into the telephone. She hangs up.
"Who was it?" Elliot questions.
"The lab."
"Did they get the results?"
"They want to see us."
"That can't be good."
"Let's go."
They make their way to the lab. The lab tech sits at a computer, patiently waiting on them.
"You wanted to see us?" Olivia questions.
"You guys aren't going to like this," he reveals.
"Tell us anyway," Elliott demands.
"I'll start with the good news. The perp is off the streets."
"He's behind bars?" Olivia questions.
"He was killed in a drive by six months ago."
"So what aren't we going to like?" Elliott questions.
"I was able to get a match to the victims DNA," the tech reveals.
"And?"
"She's one of yours," he reveals.
"One of ours?" Olivia responds.
"She's a cop," the tech elaborates.
"I'll go," Liv says softly.