"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" Bobby D'Amico asked with a sly grin on his face. He ran his arm down Amanda's side. Amanda was in a short, black dress. He had a clutch with her that held her badge. There was a wire on her so the squad could hear her, but it was well hidden. From a table nearby, Fin watched the two, subtly. Anger was already bubbling inside of him, knowing what D'Amico was planning.
"He's talking to her. Making his move," Fin stated, pretending to be looking at his phone.
"You still have eyes on her?" Olivia asked from the police van across the street. Carisi was standing next to her, looking at the cameras.
"Yeah. Don't you?" Fin questioned.
"Well, we have eyes on you. We can see what you see, but it looks like the camera in Amanda's necklace is dead," Benson sighed.
"Don't worry. I'm watching her," Fin assured his lieutenant.
Amanda slurred her words and giggled, pretending to be a little drunk. Bobby D'Amico smirked. His eyes scanned her body carefully, and he complimented her body.
"You're not too bad lookin' yourself," Amanda giggled. Another song started, and Amanda's grin grew.
"I love this song!" Amanda slurred.
"Wanna dance?" Bobby asked. He didn't wait for an answer. He simply grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. She stumbled and laughed. Fin was a little freaked out at how good of an actress his partner was.
He was disgusted as he watched Bobby grind on his partner. Meanwhile, Amanda had to pretend she enjoyed it. Fin looked down at his phone to continue speaking to his lieutenant, informing her that things were heating up.
"How about we go some place a little more private?" Bobby smirked, giving Amanda a sloppy kiss.
"Sounds good," Amanda giggled as he practically groped her. Bobby lead her away, and she stumbled along, keeping her drunk act.
"Hey, Fin. Your camera just died too. We don't have a visual," Benson said, worry evident in her voice.
"Don't worry. I got her," Fin reassured his lieutenant. He looked up, surprised when he didn't see Amanda immediately. His eyes scanned the area and filled with concern when he didn't see his partners.
"I lost my visual. I'm gonna walk a bit and see if I can find her. They probably just went back to get another drink," Fin stated, calmly. He didn't want to worry Benson and Carisi. He was sure Amanda was near by.
Amanda was pinned against the bathroom wall, being sloppily kissed by Bobby. She knew where this was going. She was nervous, but she knew her squad was going to burst in here and rescue her. Another man entered the bathroom, and Amanda realized it was Craig Bierko.
"How about we have a little more fun?" Craig suggested.
"Sounds good," Bobby smirked, reaching his hand up Amanda's dress.
"N-no, I-I should get h-home. M-my b-boyfriend's waiting for me," Amanda slurred.
"No, you should stay here, Detective," Bobby snarled.
"Huh? I'm not a," Amanda began, but was cut off with a sharp slap to the face.
"You didn't think I would see your wire?" Bobby asked, yanking it out of her dress. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it.
"Fin, we can't hear her anymore. They found out she was wired," Benson said, clearly worried.
"I can't find her," Fin admitted.
"Keep looking!" Benson ordered.
"Ooo we're getting a cop tonight? Sounds good," Craig smirked, cracking his knuckles.
"N-no. Let me go," Amanda managed to get out.
"Wow, what a nice piece of meat you got there," Bobby grinned, giving Amanda a harp slap on her butt.
She tried to leave, but was shoved against the wall, slapped five times, and punched twice in the face. When she continued to struggled, Bobby punched her in the stomach three times.
Bobby lifted her dress up and told Craig to hold it up. Amanda tried fighting back, but it was useless against these two men. After pulling down her underwear, Bobby pinned her wrists above her head. He started kissing her all over, and Amanda tried to move away from his touch.
"Let me go!" Amanda yelled.
"Shut up!" Craig spat.
"P-please, d-don't! Please, d-don't do this! P-please!" Amanda begged, her voice shaking.
Bobby continued touching and groping Amanda all over. He forcibly kissed her wherever he could get his lips. She tried to get away, but with no success. Amanda was trembling, and tears began welling up in her eyes. Bobby forced himself inside of Amanda, earning a cry of pain from the young blonde.
"Ow! St-Stop! P-Please!" Amanda pleaded.
"You're just a filthy, little slut! You deserve this!" Bobby taunted her. When Bobby finished, he released Amanda.
"Fin, where is she?" Benson demanded.
"I'm outside the bathroom. I can hear her crying," Fin sighed.
"We don't know if they're armed, but we know she's not, so wait. We're coming in now," Benson declared. Benson, Carisi, and the back up hopped out of the van and rushed into the club.
"NYPD! Hands up!" Benson screamed, entering the bathroom a couple of minutes later. Carisi and Fin came in right behind her, along with four other cops for back up. Amanda was pinned against the wall by Craig.
"Step away from her!" Carisi ordered, pointing his gun at Bierko. Craig immediately let go of Amanda. Amanda didn't move from where she was. Tears slid down her bruised face. Her eyes were filled with despair and pain. Two of the cops that came for back up arrested the two men. The two men were yelling, claiming Amanda wanted it. Amanda was trembling, too frightened to even speak.
"Amanda?" Carisi asked. He stepped closer to her and reached his hand out. Amanda's eyes widened, and she flinched, scrambling against the wall.
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. It's okay," Carisi promised, his voice filled with sadness. Then, Olivia noticed Amanda's underwear on the bathroom floor. The lieutenant's heart broke for her young detective. Judging by the underwear on the floor, the bruises on Amanda's face, and the way she flinched back from Carisi, it was pretty obvious what awful event had taken place. The squad was too late. They had been unable to protect her.
"Hey, Amanda? You're all right. It's over," Olivia spoke in a soft voice. Amanda's breathing was shaky, and fear was written all over her face.
"You're safe now. We're all here to help you. None of us are going to hurt you," Olivia tried to soothe the younger woman. Amanda let out a whimper.
"It's all right," Olivia promised. Fin took off his jacket and handed it to Olivia, deciding it was probably best if he didn't touch Amanda. Olivia put the jacket on Amanda's shoulders.
"Fin, call a bus," Olivia ordered. Fin did as told, while Carisi and Olivia tried to help Amanda relax.
Amanda didn't say a single word while they waited for the bus. She trembled, occasionally letting out a whimper. She was so scared. She couldn't believe what had just been done to her. She was raped.
Again.
She tried to process what had just taken place, but she couldn't get through replaying it in her mind without letting out heart wrenching sobs. Olivia tried to soothe her, but Amanda didn't seem to be listening to a single world her lieutenant said. When the ambulance arrived, two paramedics entered the bathroom with a gurney. One was a male, and the other was a female. They tried to help Amanda onto the gurney, but, when the male paramedic touched her, Amanda flinched away and let out a yelp.
"D-don't. Please, don't," Amanda whispered, backing away. The brokenness in Amanda's voice almost caused tears to well up in Olivia's eyes.
"Amanda, they're only trying to help you. He won't touch you again. It's all right. I'll help you onto the gurney, and I'll ride with you," Olivia assured the frightened woman.
After the rape kit, Amanda was sitting on the cot, tears spilling from her eyes. She was distant and seemed to be in deep thought. She finally felt comfortable with her squad, but she still didn't feel comfortable with Carisi or Fin touching her, which they understood. Amanda hadn't even explained what happened to her. She knew at some point she would have to tell them, and she was dreading it. Her squad would realize how weak she was. They would see how pathetic she was. They would question why she didn't fight back.
Guilt was weighing on Fin's shoulders. If he hadn't looked down at his phone, he would've seen Amanda get taken into the bathroom. He could've stopped the rape from happening, but he didn't. Because he didn't pay enough attention to his partner, she had to endure something painful and traumatic. She had been to afraid to even speak since they were in the bathroom at the club. Of course, nobody blamed Fin for what happened. It wasn't his fault, but he didn't see it that way.
"I-I'm s-sorry," Amanda finally whispered. Her voice was so quiet, you could barely hear her.
"Oh, sweetheart, no. Don't you dare apologize. You didn't do anything wrong," Olivia responded, her voice soft and soothing. She pulled Amanda into a hug.
"I should've m-made sure F-Fin w-was watching b-bef-before I w-went with h-him," Amanda whimpered.
"No, Amanda. This isn't your fault. It's only Bobby and Craig's fault," Olivia assured her.
"I thought you guys had visuals through my necklace?" Amanda sniffled. Olivia stroked her arm.
"The camera in your necklace must've died, and we think Fin's malfunctioned. I'm so sorry," Olivia apologized.
"It's not your fault," Amanda whispered.
"And it's not your fault either," Olivia declared, seriously.
