so be nice to me, this is my first SVU fic. I got addicted since Fringe has gone off air (summer!) and so I've been watching and watching and watching. lol. Anyway, I love Olivia and Eliot, they are such a great team. So I wrote this because I thought it'd be alot of fun. It's going to be T for a majority, strong strong T. There will be eventual E/O.

True Pretense:

"We did it because she was perfect." "Nobody's perfect." "But she was. She's not anymore though." Olivia and Eliot tackle a high school case. Olivia gets more than she bargains for-a daughter.

I own nothing.

T for situations.

"Okay Liv, if I make it in the wastebasket from here, you have to go make the next pot of coffee."

Eliot leaned back in his desk chair, feet kicked up on his desk with a greasy white fast food bag placed between his fingers. He had been tossing it up in the air for a while now while Fin had come from the break room, announcing that the coffee pot was empty. A few minutes after bickering of whom was going to refill it, Eliot had decided that the perfectly blase Olivia Benson, nose in book, needed to get up and doing something.

"If you make that shot, I'd make you a french roast for dinner," she said with a snort, looking at the distance between him and the basket. Eliot shrugged and let the grease ball fly, the paper sailing to the basket and hitting the rim before bouncing off and falling to the side. Olivia laughed.

"Better luck next time El," she grinned, before sticking her nose back in her book.

"Whatever Liv," Stabler shrugged, before swinging his feet below his desk and rummaging through the papers on them. It was getting late, the city was already dark out and the detectives were just sitting around, prolonging filling out the ridiculous mounds of paperwork that were piling up. Shuffling the papers around on the desk for the third time Eliot stood up.

"Fine, I'll get it," he huffed, heading back to the break room. He had almost made it when the doors to the precinct burst open. Two young girls came staggering in, prim and neat dresses crinkled and smeared with blood. They were gasping for air, as if they had been running.

"Please," the taller blonde girl begged, her voice choking out in a sob, "Please help us."

Olivia, who had already jumped up, rushed over to the two of them, Munch and Fin not far behind. The other blonde girl spoke next.

"Please come quick, she's in the car," she sobbed.

"Calm down," Olivia said, "What's happened?"

"She's bleeding," the shorter blonde girl said, "We don't know what happened, we found her and she was just bleeding."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

Olivia rushed by her, Eliot hot on her heels as they head to the curb where a Lexus sat, the back door opened and a very unconscious girl was sprawled across the back seat.

"Call a bus!" Olivia shouted, pulling the girl by the arms. Eliot joined her and grabbed the girl-who was dead weight by now- and hauled her to the side walk. The girl was pretty in a plain way, straight dark hair that was matted with blood and cement dirt, california sun-kissed tan skin and a modest, flattering purple dress. There was blood everywhere and Eliot couldn't distinguish a source of the smears across her skin. They could hear the sirens in the distance approaching and the two girls that had run in had come out.

"Oh God," one of the two said from behind them, "Is she going to be okay."

Olivia stood up and placed her hands out in front of her, "I need you to tell me what happened to her," she said. The tall blonde ran a hand through her hair.

"Oh God," she repeated, "We um, we went to this party. Allison said this wasn't really her crowd-"

"Allison?"

The girls pointed to the girl in Eliot's arms.

"She said she was leaving. Oh God, she um, we wouldn't leave with her so she said she was going to take a cab. When we called she didn't answer and then we we're going drive by her house and um we found her by the street and uh- Oh God this is our fault."

"No, no," Olivia said, "This is not your fault."

By this time the ambulance had arrived and Eliot had staggered up for the EMT to take place. Words like 'Thready pulse' and 'Blood loss' were being thrown around as they lifted the girl onto the stretcher.

"She's going to live, right?" the short blonde girl asked.

"We think so," Olivia said, Then, she turned to Eliot.

"El, I'm going to go the hospital and get see if I can get a rape kit."

"I'll see what else I can get from these two," Eliot whispered in her ear. She nodded and passed by him, climbing into the ambulance and closing the doors behind her. Eliot watched the bus leave before turning back to the girls.

"Let's go inside," he said, shuffling the two shaking girls, "We'll call your parents to bring you some clothes to change into."

The girls agreed and headed into the precinct, each taking turns on the phone. When the parents had been called, and the girls had been giving a cup of water each, Eliot sat down across from them.

"Okay," he said, "Why don't you just start from the beginning. How about your name?"

The girl he was sitting with him nodded, soothing the stains in her silk blue dress.

"My name is Kelly. Kelly Handing."

"Okay Kelly," Eliot said, "Start from the beginning."

'Well there was this party, all the guys were talking about it at school-"

"What school?"

"Willow Catholic Prep."

"Okay, go on," he said, writing down the name of the school.

"Well everyone was invited. And we convinced Allison to go, since she was free this weekend. And so we went. About halfway through, um Allison said she was going to leave. And we got into this fight and she just left. She told us she would take a cab. She told us she would text when she got home. But she never did, so when she didn't answer we got worried and drove to find her. And then we saw her, just laying there, covered in blood."

She started sobbing again.

"It's okay," Eliot said, "Why didn't you just call 911."

"We panicked. We saw blood coming from between her legs and we got scared. We heard that if we took her to the police they would help her. I-I'm sorry."

"It's okay, she's alive," Eliot said, "That's all that matters."

Just then a woman burst through the doors with a man behind her. Kelly sprang up and rushed over to them.

"Mom! Dad!" she said. The girl ran right into the woman arms.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm so glad you're okay."

"Mom Allison's been hurt," she sobbed, "It's our fault."

"It's not your fault," she soothed. Just then Eliot's phone rang. Olivia's name and picture popped up and he smiled.

"Hey Liv," he answered, "How is she?"

"I've got the kit El," she said, her voice grave, "You'e going to want to see this."

"Why? What's happened?"

"She was gang raped."

And? So? What did you think? Good start? Or should i Delete? tell me pleaseeeeee :)