First I'd like to reassure my readers that the fic "Working For a Queen" is not done and will be continued. I got a new notebook and words for this new idea started flowing. I haven't yet decided if there will be sex in this...there will be romance, but mostly this is about little Emma and the woman she finds safety and comfort in. Any mistakes are my own, I have many many more pages already written, but if I don't get replies, or if people don't like it, I will trash it. SO if you DO like it, let me know!

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Chapter 1

Olivia Benson got out of her car and sighed. Another case closed yesterday and another bad guy behind bars. The woman could not try and put the events behind her and move on to the next case. The brunette was about to sit at her desk when she saw a small blonde child in the corner. She was curled up on a chair with her head tucked into her arms on her knees. Olivia could see the girl was obviously neglected; dirty legs, bare feet that looked cut and bruised, matted hair, bruised arms. The girl jumped when Olivia softly touched her arm.

"It's okay, honey. I won't hurt you. I'm Olivia. What's your name?"

Olivia could see fear and doubt in those sunken green eyes that were looking at her. If she had to guess, she'd bet this girl had only known hurt in her life. She knelt down and gave a kind smile, trying to reassure the girl.

"I'm Emma."

It was barely a whisper, but Olivia heard it. Everything inside her wanted to just wrap her arms around this girl and make her feel safe. Olivia had worked with many children, and felt the need to protect them before, but something was different about this one; this Emma.

"Hi Emma. Are you hungry?"

Olivia knew not to push too much too fast. She had to get the girl to trust her first. Emma's stomach answered for her which caused the girl to blush and nod shyly.

"Come with me, Emma. I have some grapes and I'll order a pizza. I know it's early, but all kids like pizza."

Olivia held her hand out, but Emma backed away, shaking her head, her eyes filled with sudden tears.

"I didn't do nothing. I promise, I didn't do nothing."

Olivia's heart broke and she sat by Emma, softly putting a hand on her back, taking a breath when she could feel all of Emma's ribs.

"Honey, I know you didn't do anything. I just want to help you. I won't hurt you."

Emma sniffed and looked up at the woman. "You aint gonna lock me up?"

"No sweetie. Why would I do that?"

"The lady that broughted me here said you would lock me up for running away." The girl looked down at the floor. "I had to run away though. I had to."

Olivia softly touched Emma's hair. "I'm not locking you up, Emma. I promise."

The woman went to her desk to order a pizza for them. Emma watched her and stood up, slowly walking towards her. Olivia hung up the foon and stood to go back to Emma. "I have a room with toys we can go to."

"Well, who do we have here?"

Emma's eyes went wide hearing a man's voice behind her. She turned pale and ran behind Olivia, clinging to her. "Don't let him hurt me. Please."

Olivia put an arm around the girl. "Shh Emma. It's okay sweetie. This is my partner, Nick Amaro. He won't hurt you."

Emma curled up under Olivia's desk, rocking back and forth. "They all say that. They all hurt me."

Amaro didn't want to push her, he could tell the girl didn't trust men. "I'm going, Emma. I hope you let Olivia help you."

"Nick wait. Emma? What is your last name, honey?"

"Swan."

Olivia looked at Nick who nodded and went to find what he could on Emma Swan. The woman sat on the floor and held her hand out to Emma. "Please trust me, Emma. I really want to help you."

Emma looked out from under the desk. She was scared, hurt, cold, and confused. She wanted to trust the woman, to believe maybe she cared, but it was hard. Emma was so tired of being scared, she wanted so badly just to feel safe. The girl had forgotten how it felt to be relaxed, what it felt like to not have her stomach in knots. She teared up and started crying, not able to help herself.

Olivia knew Amanda and the others would be coming in soon. She didn't want Emma to feel on display. She gently pulled Emma into her arms and rubbed her back. At first, Emma was stiff, but the girl soon relaxed in the embrace, resting her head on Olivia's shoulder as she tried to stop crying.

"Let it out, sweetie. If you need to cry, you cry." Olivia took Emma into the room they had for children. She sat on the couch and the girl stayed on her lap. After a few moments, Olivia felt Emma breathing steadily and saw she was asleep. She laid the little girl on the couch and covered her up, noting more fresh bruises on her neck.

The detective came out as Amaro put a file on her desk. "This is her file? She can't be more than seven. Why is it so thick?"

Amaro sat down and opened it "She's five. Been in foster care for two years. keeps getting passed around. Looks like 20 homes in two years."

Olivia took the file and paged through it, her head shaking. "Given up because adopted parents had their own child. A slew of temporary homes. Abuse, neglect, more abuse, ra...rape?" Olivia sighed as she read it. "Raped on her fourth birthday. At least that sick bastard is in jail. Five years old and scarred from the world she's so fearful of."

"Why is she here?"

"I don't know. She said a lady brought her here after she ran away. That's as far as I got, other than she's terrified, dirty, and hurt. She has cuts and bruises all over."

Amanda came in with a pizza and put it on Olivia's desk. "Just cheese? I thought you liked the works."

"I do, but I don't think a five year old will. Thank you."

Olivia took the pizza into the room and Amaro filled Amanda in on what was going on.

"Emma, honey? Pizza is here." Emma smelled the pizza and woke up. She couldn't even remember the last time she ate. Sitting up, she looked at Olivia.

"I aint got no money to pay for it."

Olivia put a piece on a plate for the girl. "Lucky for you then, this is free."

Emma came over and sat at the table. The pizza smelled so good, she couldn't argue and not take it. She took a big bite, not caring that it was hot.

"Don't choke." Olivia took a bite of her own and offered Emma a juice box.

"Thank you."

"You're more than welcome."

Emma finished her piece and started another.

"Emma? Did you know the lady who brought you here? Was she your foster mother?"

Emma shook her head. "No. She saw me under a bench and made me come with her. She said I was an animal and needed to be locked up."

"Well that wasn't nice for her to say, nor is it true. However, I'm glad she brought you here. What I'm curious about is why you ran away?"

Emma swallowed her bite and looked down. "I never done it b'fore, but he really hurted me an I didn't want him to do it again. Not like the other man."

Olivia felt sick suddenly. "Who did?"

Emma kept her eyes down as she picked at her pizza. "Mr. M."

"Is Mr. M your foster father?"

Emma nodded, the tears forming in her eyes again. Olivia put her hand on Emma's arm. "I know it's hard and scary. Please trust me, Emma. It's my job to keep kids like you safe."

Emma was still hesitant as she looked at Olivia. "I tolded my social worker, but she didn't believe me this time. She said I was a trouble maker."

Olivia gave the girl a soft smile. "I believe you, Emma. No matter what you say."

Emma took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I went to Mr. M's two months ago. I remember because it was the day after my fifth birthday. Mrs. M was very nice, but very quiet. She gets headaches a lot and made me stay outside all day so she could rest. I think she forgets about me cuz I get so hungry and hot. I don't like the chain she makes me wear around my ankle either."

Olivia had unfortunately heard these stories before, but for some reason, this one was making her more upset than the others. Amanda was watching as she read the girls file, and even she noticed how affected Olivia seemed to be. She knew this case would be a top priority, but she couldn't help but smile as she watched Olivia with the girl.

"Is that how you got those cuts on your feet?"

Emma nodded and took a drink of juice.

"How did you get those bruises? From Mrs. M.?"

"Both of them. She hits my legs with the broom and he...he hurts me really bad."

Olivia saw the look on Emma's face and while she didn't want to push her, she needed to know.

"How does he hurt you, Emma?'

"He hits me and pushes me and..." Emma closed her eyes, her voice not much more than a whisper. "He touches me in bad places and makes me touch him."

Olivia kept her hand on Emma, comforting her. She reached for some dolls and gave them to Emma. "What places, Emma? Can you show me?"

Emma took the dolls. "This is me. He ties me to the bed." She took the other doll and acted it out as if he was hitting the other doll. Then she had the Mr. M doll touch the Emma doll between it's legs. The little blonde had tears in her eyes as she had the dolls act out the various sexual acts Mr. M had done to her.

Olivia's heart broke and she went to Emma and rubbed her back. Amanda closed her eyes and shook her head. This girl was too young to have not only been raped once, but twice. Some parts of the job were harder than others; this was one of them.

"Emma, you have been such a brave girl. We need to go to the doctor and make sure you're okay." Olivia could see the fear once again in Emma's eyes and she cupped her cheeks. "I'll come with you. So will Amanda. She's another partner of mine. I know it's scary, but we will be with you."

Emma nodded and hugged herself. "Olivia? Where am I gonna go after that?"

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"Am I going back with Mr. M?"

"Never. I have to work with your social worker on where you will go."

"Will it be a good home? I will be a good girl. I promise."

"I know, baby girl. You are a good girl. I will make sure it is a good home."

Olivia took Emma to the bathroom to clean up while Amanda did her best to find shoes in the lost and found. There were a pair, a little too big, but they would work. She also found a sweatshirt for the girl.

"All I could find is a green sweatshirt, but it will fit." Emma looked at the blonde and softly smiled.

"That's my favorite color!"

"Well how lucky is that? These shoes will be a little big, but lets get them on anyway." Emma let Amanda help her; she felt comfortable with her. Olivia noted that Emma seemed to be more comfortable around women. She called the hospital to be sure a woman doctor would be available.

Emma was quiet during the ride as she fidgeted with her hands. Walking in, Emma would have been more nervous if Olivia wouldn't have had her hand comfortingly on her shoulder. Emma was brought into a room and while she changed into a gown Olivia told the doctor everything she knew. Emma sat on the cold bed, slouched over as if trying to hide.

"Emma? I'm Dr. West. I know this is scary, and this room is cold, but I promise to make this as comfortable as I can." Emma looked at Olivia and Amanda who gave soft smiles and sat down.

"Okay. I guess."

Dr. West started her exam; taking notes and pictures. She looked at her arms, feet, legs and head first. "Emma? Do you go outside barefoot?"

Emma nodded. "I don't got no shoes."

"You have some bad cuts. Do your feet hurt?"

"Yeah, but I gotta suck it up."

"I have some lotion that will help, but first we have to clean up your feet and legs. It may sting a little, but it will hurt worse if we don't clean them and they get infected. Do you know when you last took a bath?"

Emma shook her head. "Mr. M didn't let me was unless he was home. But when he was home, he hurt me and I runned away."

Dr. West looked at Olivia who nodded. "It's okay, Emma. We'll get you cleaned up. But first, I need to do a test that may feel uncomfortable, but we need to do it."

Emma looked at Olivia who stood and rubbed the girls back. "Because of how he hurt you, we need to make sure you're okay down there. I'll hold your hand, it will be okay."

Emma didn't want to do it. She didn't want anyone touching her. Dr. West got the rape kit out and showed Emma how things work. "I know this isn't fun, Emma, but it has to be done in case there's something that can make it worse."

Emma remembered this from before and knew it would hurt. But she nodded and laid back, holding Olivia's hand. Dr. West did everything she could to make Emma comfortable. This was the youngest patient she ever did a rape kit on. Emma's eyes shut tightly and tears escaped as she gripped Olivia's hand.

"It hurts! I don't like it!"

"I know, baby girl. It's almost over." Amanda came over and took Emma's other hand.

"Such a brave girl you are. Your favorite color is green. What is your favorite shape?"

Emma took a breath and focused on Amanda. "Um. A Star."

"A star? That's a good one. Mine is an octagon - because it's fun to say. Octagon."

Emma giggled a little. "Octagon. That is fun to say!"

Olivia smiled hearing Emma's giggle and was thankful Amanda was there. She didn't really know how to feel about the blonde southerner who transfered here a few moths ago, but she was really showing they made the right choice bringing her to NYC SVU.

"All done Emma. What a brave girl you are."

Emma sat up as Dr. West packaged the kit and washed her hands. "Olivia? Can you come with me while I get what I need to was our brave girl up?"

Olivia kissed Emma's forehead and nodded. "I'll be right back."

"Okay."

Amanda sat by Emma and continued talking about shapes as Olivia walked out with Dr. West. "Please tell me you have the bastard."

"Not yet. Nick is working on it. Is it bad?"

"Olivia, I've never seen anyone so young be that bad. Bruising, tearing, stretching. That little girl may never have children. Add to that her scrapes, bruises, cuts...Olivia, this girl has been through hell and that's only the physical part. I cannot even imagine the psychological and emotional damage done to her."

Olivia listened and crossed her arms, deep in her own thoughts as well. "It's over. She's away from them."

"And where to next? We both know how this works."

"I'll take her in myself if I have to. I am foster care certified."

"I know. I just can't bare to see her get hurt again. I know you feel the same."

"I do. We see all these cases, but there's always one that just eats at you."

"This is one of those. After today, that girl deserves a lolipop to say the least."

Olivia chuckled. "Oh she will get more than that."