Quinn wasn't exactly sure what had just happened. She had made it past security into the hospital and made a beeline for the emergency room before ducking into an employee bathroom, holding on to the sides of the sink while she tried to steady her breathing. I'm never dating another cop again, she thought as she splashed cold water on her face in a vain attempt to hide the flustered stain of red creeping across her cheeks. Rubbing her bloodshot eyes with the tips of her fingers, Quinn took a deep breath and stepped back outside into the emergency room. She locked her belongings in the locker room and returned to the front desk.

"Good morning, Ms. Silver."

Great. Her boss could not have shown up at a better time. Giving her eyes a final wipe, Quinn turned to face her superior social worker with a forced smile. "Good morning, Ms. Harrison. How was your weekend?" She barely heard her boss' response before she had been paged by the triage nurse for a patient dysregulating in the waiting room. Thankful for the distraction, Quinn adjusted her glasses and headed to the triage room. Upon entering the room, she was greeted by a teenage girl with her knees drawn to her chest, wailing and clutching at her hair. A man Quinn assumed was her father was standing nearby, wringing his hands as the nurse shuffled the girl's paperwork into a manila folder and printed labels.

"Mr. Jackson, this is our CPEP social worker, Ms. Quinn Silver. She will take you back to a room while we wait for a nurse to come and examine you." The nurse paused to look at Quinn. "I'll leave calling the precinct to you." Quinn grimaced slightly and took the file and led the pair to a curtained off examination table where the girl lay down and continued to cry. She motioned for Mr. Jackson to sit down as she perused the file. Fifteen. Raped. Found by father returning home from work on their stoop. Quinn closed the folder and took a breath. "Mr. Jackson, can you tell me a little bit about what happened to Melanie?"

She listened intently to the father explain that he had come home from work to find his daughter sitting on the stoop crying, with her clothing torn and a cut lip. When asking why she was outside so late, she said she lost her keys and couldn't get upstairs. The mother died a few years ago and nobody else was home. Melanie originally told her father she had fallen while running down the street with her friends. Mr. Jackson noted that she had superficially cut her wrists when they got upstairs but was inconsolable. She did not disclose about the rape until a few hours ago, which is when her father brought her in.

"Has she showered since she got back inside?" Mr. Jackson shook his head and Quinn made a note in the file. "Mr. Jackson, I'm going to go page a nurse and speed up the process for you. If it's alright, we would like to do a rape kit just to -"

"Anything, Ms. Quinn. Anything to help my girl."

Melanie had stopped wailing and had subsided into softer sobs, choking on her tears. Quinn offered a light smile and stepped out, closing the curtain for their privacy. She scanned the emergency room for one of the nurses who specialized in cases like these, catching the eye of Nurse Alex Pettiford and ushering her into the sectioned off area where Mr. Jackson was waiting with his daughter. "Sir, I'm just going to have you step out for a little bit while Nurse Pettiford does the examination. You can come sit in the waiting room; someone will call you when they're ready for you.

The father was shaken and pale as he went to sit in the waiting room. Quinn sighed and brushed a few strands out of her face before fishing her cellphone out of her back pocket to call the police. She skipped over her speed dial options, going through her contacts until she hit Benson, Olivia.

Ring.

Ring.

Ri- "Benson."

"Olivia. Lieutenant. Hi." Quinn let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Quinn?" She noted a pause after Olivia said her name. "Uh, is everything alright?"

She wasn't sure how much Olivia was already privy to - her ex couldn't have had enough time to get to work and spill all the details to his boss in the amount of time it had taken for a case to already come in. Quinn had befriended the SVU squad not long after graduating from social work school, getting swept up in their cases from day one at Bellevue pediatric psychiatric emergency ward. She became a helpful contact for the squad and had even dared to call them her friends. It had been a few months since she started dating one of the cops who would frequent her neck of the woods whenever she called the squad about a case, and everything had come to a horrible end this morning for reasons Quinn didn't want to think about about at the present moment. She knew there would be questions - Rollins would definitely come calling as soon as news spread through the squad room - but she wanted to stave them off until she had her own time to process.

"I'm fine, Liv. I just have a girl here we're doing a rape kit on and figured I'd give you guys a ring ASAP." She chewed on her lip, hoping Olivia wouldn't pry.

"I see. Alright, I'll send someone over there as soon as I can. Call me afterwards and we'll see if we need to get Barba involved." Quinn heart raced as she heard Olivia say goodbye.

"LIV!" She lowered her voice, remembering that she was, in fact, still in the hospital. When she was sure she still had the lieutenant's attention she continued. "Whatever you do, please don't send Mike."

She shouldn't have been surprised by the stunned silence that met her remark. She picked at her chin before asking if Olivia was still on the other end. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Just putting two and two together. I'll give him some desk work for now and come handle this myself with one of the other detectives. I'll see you soon, Quinn."

"See ya…" she trailed off, clicking the call end button on the screen of her Galaxy. Quinn ran her hand through her hair and slipped her phone into her back pocket. Taking a minute to compose herself, she turned back to the curtained off area where Melanie was being examined. The nurse hadn't finished yet, so Quinn sat down on a nearby stool at the computer station. Everyone continued moving around her as if she wasn't entirely on the verge of losing her shit in about a minutes. That's what she loved about the emergency room - everything kept going, regardless of the little things happening internally. Quinn picked at her nails while Nurse Pettiford examined Melanie, wondering what had gone so terribly wrong for her to get dumped - physically and emotionally - by Mike Dodds, the golden boy of the NYPD. She thought she deserved more than "this isn't working out, babe. I think we need to move on". It made her sick to her stomach thinking that he had dropped this bomb on her just before dropping her off at work. She got up and went to wait in a hallway by the side entrance where the NYPD often came

Quinn secretly hoped that Rollins would be the one coming with Olivia. She loved Olivia, truly - the woman had taken her under her wing and had been the one who introduced her to Mike in the first place - but she saw Olivia as such a mother figure that she was too afraid to open up about the SVU sergeant dumping her right now. Amanda knew just how to keep her level headed. Hell, even Fin Tutuola could do a better job of keeping her together. And then there was Sonny… He was always the odd one out of the bunch and had given her a stupid nickname the last time she had been at the squad room, so naturally she had to throw one back at him. He had always tried to be friendly in his own over the top way, but Quinn had hardly noticed him at the time. Looking back, Quinn laughed - maybe it wasn't smart getting with a work colleague. Now there was the whole squad to deal with.

"'Ey, CPEP. There ya are!"

Quinn shook her head to clear her thoughts and looked up to find the source of the loud Italian accent. "Well, well. If it isn't Miss Silver. Liv said you were havin' a rough day so I stopped off and got you a little pick-me-up from my favorite bakery." Sonny Carisi had burst through the door, holding a white paper bag in one hand and a tray of coffees in the other.

"Good morning to you too, Fordham Law," she said dryly, eyeing the paper bag suspiciously. "Where's Olivia?"

"She's on her way. Come sit and you can tell me all about the case we got."

It seemed that Sonny had an infinite amount of energy at this early morning hour, and there was no convincing him otherwise. Quinn sighed and led him to the break room where she plopped down in a chair and sat on her hands. "So… what exactly did Liv say?"

"Eh… something about a girl gettin' a rape kit done, didn't really say much other than that she really wanted me to come along. Someone missed me!" He grinned as he handed her one of the coffee cups, but the smile faded when he saw just how dejected Quinn was at that present moment. "Jeez, you alright, CPEP? You look miserable."

"I'm fine," she snapped, grabbing the coffee with such a force that the top popped off and hot coffee sloshed over the lip and onto her hands. "Shit." She grabbed some of the napkins Sonny took out of the paper bag and wiped herself off, reaching for the cup lid that had gone skidding across the table.

"Ya know, I was gonna just get zeppole for you, but I'm glad I opted for the cannolis… You look like you could use some cream filling."

Quinn blushed from ear to ear as she stammered, trying to get out a witty retort. "Easy, CPEP. It's a joke. Cream filling makes everything better." Sonny offered her the bag, shaking it in front of her as she gently moved the coffee out of the way.

"Wow, Fordham. You even opted for the giant ones. Your girlfriend must have bad days pretty often."

Before Carisi could answer, Liv burst in through the door. "There you are, Carisi. I was looking all over for the two of you. Quinn! How are you?" Quinn didn't know how to react to Olivia's bombardment of statements, so she stuffed the cannoli in her mouth and let Carisi do all the talking.

"Sorry boss, that's my fault. Figured I'd treat the lady to some breakfast while she went over what we knew about the case." Carisi grabbed a cannoli out of the bag and held the rest out to Olivia, who held her hand up.

"I'm alright, Carisi, thank you. Have you been briefed on the case then?"

"Not yet, Liv. Just got here myself. I'm sure we can all sit down and get the story now that we've had some cannoli."

Quinn wasn't sure whether she welcomed Carisi's rapid fire responses to his lieutenant, or if she just wanted everyone to shut up. He was a pleasant distraction, though Quinn had to wonder if Olivia had let him know that she'd broken up with Mike. He had always made fun of her when she would visit the squad room, or get called in for a case debriefing. The loud Italian cop from Staten Island always had a announce her whenever she came by, and Quinn was never one for attention. Granted, dating the Chief's son was bound to stick her in the limelight eventually, but she had managed to stay off the radar.

Quinn swallowed the last bit of cannoli and licked the cream off her finger. As she made to move, Carisi reached across the table and rubbed his thumb over the corner of her mouth. "Ya had a little schmutz there, CPEP."

"Thank you, Fordham…" she muttered before turning to Olivia. It was going to be a long day, she could feel it, and Carisi's ever peppy personality wasn't making it any better. She had never worked with Carisi on any of her cases - Mike always took the lead and she very rarely had to come to the station to discuss with the squad. Now, he had put her in a position where she had to be wildly uncomfortable with Sonny acting as if his cannolis had just solved all the world's problems. The Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to him shortly.

Quinn explained the case to Olivia, ignoring Sonny's intent staring. When she was done, Olivia motioned to Carisi to follow her back to where the patient was waiting. Olivia left the break room and Carisi stood up, suddenly slamming his palms down on the table, startling Quinn. "I got it. You broke up with Dodds."

"What? No, I -"

"Come on, CPEP. I grew up with sisters. I know when someone's heart's achin', and you're a true, blue case of getting dumped."

"You can't be serious…" She could feel her face growing redder and redder as Sonny interrogated her, all with that same, dopey grin on his face.

"Knowing Mike, you probably handed his ass to him."

"Actually... " Quinn began. She composed herself quickly and remarked, "You know what, I don't have to explain anything to you. How about we just go and do our jobs and save the gossip for another time."

"It's a date," Carisi winked before following in his lieutenant's footsteps. Quinn sat, staring at the door in disbelief. What just happened?