A/N: I do not own SVU or any of the characters. I only own the story I have created, and the characters that I have created. This was a requested fanfiction, it is based on the aftermath of the episode Undercover. Just a recap, (as if anyone could forget this episode) Olivia Benson goes undercover at Sealview prison after a teenage girl says a corrections officer raped her and has also been threatening her mother in prison. I hope I do this justice, I will write this from my point of view and how I think Olivia would be coping not only on the job, but at home also. I am open to reviews, please be constructive, if you want to see anything, or want to tell me how you think Olivia would react or how her behaviour would change, let me know! I want this to incorporate your views as well as mine.
One week after Olivia's attack at Sealview prison.
Olivia sat in her apartment, the door was locked, and a new bolt sat slid across the wooden frame. Sitting on the couch, Olivia let one tear fall down her already puffy cheeks. She hadn't had a proper nights sleep since being attacked in Sealview.
Nothing was in her mind, she was numb; with her knees pulled up to her chest, Olivia held herself tightly. She was alone, and never had she felt so scared to be so.
A knock at the door made her jump, she dropped the blue blanket that caressed her shoulders, took her gun from the coffee table and proceeded to the door with a fearful caution. "Who is it?" she called out. She stood against the door listening, she heard nothing.
"Liv, it's me."
Olivia sighed deep relief, she slid the dead bolt to the right, turned the lock, took the chain off the door and opened it slowly. When she saw her partner standing in the doorway, her shoulders dropped, she lowered her gun and forced a smile.
"How've you been?" Elliot asked walking into her apartment, he watched as she applied all three locks again.
"I'm okay, a little jumpy, but okay."
"It's been a week, Cragen was wondering when you were coming back."
"I'm not sure yet, I need more time. I need to get my thoughts together."
Elliot understood, "Take as long as you need, we all understand."
Olivia nodded, her eyes were blank; emotions seemed to run dry in her body. Elliot barely recognised the shell of his partner.
"I bought you some soup, chicken. And some juice."
"I'm not sick." Olivia said emptily.
"I know," Elliot paused, his heart aching for his partner. "I've never been that scared before."
Olivia looked up at him, her red eyes sore from crying, "What do you mean?" she asked blankly.
"I was terrified. I wish it had been me there, not Fin. I'd have killed him."
"It's the closest I've ever been." she said, those fatal words struck her hard as she remembered, she had already said them before.
Elliot leant over to embrace Olivia, she looked at him with cold eyes; as he put his arms around her she sat like stone.
"I know." he whispered softly holding her, "I'm here Liv, I'll protect you. I've always got your back."
Olivia tried to find comfort in his words, but it was harder than she ever imagined. The world seemed to crumble around her, and as she tried to rebuild herself and her mind, something else would crash and destroy what she'd fixed.
Eleanor Rigby was sixteen years old, she had lived in New York all her life, but rarely ventured out of her home. She had shoulder length honey coloured hair that was shaped around her face. Cradling herself she wept, she called out for her mother, but no one came to her rescue.
Finding strength, she got off the bed, pulled her clothes off and put them in a plastic bag; she got redressed, didn't wash, brush her teeth or brush her hair.
Moving the curtain, she looked out at the busy road, rain splashed down on the city. 'Could it be anymore beautiful?' Eleanor thought to herself. She hadn't felt the rain on her skin in weeks, months even.
She put her hand through the bars on her window and traced a droplet of water that raced down the pane of glass.
Blinking herself out of the raining tracing, Eleanor picked up the bag of clothes and opened her bedroom door, she found herself looking out into a bleak, smelly hallway. It was dark, empty bottles of wine and beer filled the hall.
She walked down the stairs, her mother was on the couch snoring, 'No doubt sleeping off another hangover.' Eleanor stared at her mother, 'It's all your fault, you're meant to protect me.'
Feeling a wave of sickness flood her body, she shuddered, it was time to put an end to this. The girl's pale skin begged for the sun, 'Home school? More money so you can spend it on booze!' Looking at the woman who gave birth to her, she scowled, shooting daggers from her eyes, the sick feeling turned to hot acidic vomit racing up her throat. Vomit spattered from her lips as she tried to hold it in; she made it to the kitchen sink just in time to empty her stomach.
Walking back out of the kitchen and in to the small living room, her mother stirred, opened her eyes and gave a semi toothless, crooked smile.
"Where are you going?" Allison Rigby asked still drunk.
"Out."
"When will you be back?" she asked propping herself up to see her daughter.
"A couple hours." Eleanor made her way to the front door, her mom laid her head back down on the flat cushion.
"Hey, you think you could pick me up a six pack on your way home?"
Eleanor nodded, "Sure mom."
"You're my beautiful baby girl. Don't forget my drink."
"I won't."
"Make sure you don't, I've got company tonight!"
"You always do." Eleanor said under her breath.
Elliot looked at Olivia, he hated seeing her so down, so broken and empty. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his phone ringing.
Taking it out of his pocket he answered it, Cragen was on the end of the phone.
A lot of hushed replies later, Elliot found himself in a position he didn't appreciate. "Cragen." he said showing her the phone, "There's a case." he began, "Cragen wants to know if you're up for it."
"What is it?"
"A girl made her way to SVU thirty minutes ago, she claims she's been raped by one of her mom's clients. She has a bag of clothes with her."
Olivia thought for a minute, knowing she had to get back into the real world, back to work, she decided to go back to work. "Let me grab a shower." Olivia stood up; "Heat me up that soup?" she smiled a little walking into her bedroom.
Doubt ran through Olivia's entire being, she had no idea how she was going to cope with this case. She became apprehensive seeing the girl sitting alone; she walked up to the glass and looked at her.
"It's good to have you back Olivia." Cragen said joining her. "Are you ready to be back?"
"In all honesty, I'm not sure."
"You're stronger than you think. If you're not ready, I'll send Elliot in there."
"It's okay Captain." Olivia walked in to the interrogation room, she sat down and smiled softly, her eyes not holding their usual warmth.
"My name's Olivia," the detective said looking at the teenager.
"I'm Eleanor."
"How old are you Eleanor?"
"Sixteen."
"Okay sweetheart, I'm going to be investigating this case for you." the girl nodded softly. "Have you washed since the incident took place?"
"No." Eleanor said, a lump rising in her throat. "I didn't brush my teeth either, or brush my hair. I just changed my clothes and put them all in that bag."
"Good girl. How did you know to do that?"
The teen shrugged, "It seemed obvious."
"Okay Eleanor, I'm going to take you to the hospital, are you okay for the doctor to do an examination?" pausing Olivia looked at the girl, she seemed to look as empty as Olivia felt. "It will be invasive, you should be prepared."
"I know."
Confused, Olivia looked at Eleanor, "Has this happened before?"
There was a few seconds of silence before Eleanor raised her gaze from the floor to meet Olivia's eyes, "Yes."
Olivia nodded and stood up, "Okay Eleanor, when we get back from the hospital I'll take your statement. Do your parents know you're here?"
"No. I don't have parents."
"My Captain told me one of your mom's clients attacked you." Olivia seemed confused.
"My mom's a drunk. She sleeps with the men she brings home and when she passes out, they find me. She's not fit to be called a parent."
Olivia heard the words mom and drunk and somehow managed to sink further into her depression. Less than ten seconds passed, but it felt like an hour; a cold shiver of memories ran down her spine. She forced a smile, "Are you ready?" she asked Eleanor.
Eleanor nodded, "I'm ready for this to end."
