A/N: First story, really short... read and review!

Chapter One; Likeness

I never thought I'd be such a hypocrite. I could never even count the number of rape victims I've told to seek out help… and here I am, watching TV and eating 'till I have to throw up… just to cope with the fact that I just became a statistic, another woman who was attacked… and raped.

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Donald Cragen walked into the precinct early one morning, only to find the familiar sight of his most promising female detective, passed out on her desk. He sighed and shook his head. This is getting to be ridiculous! It's been three days! Not to mention, there hasn't been a single case this week! He walked over to Olivia, and gently shook her shoulder to wake her up.

Instead of just sitting up in her chair calmly, her eyes darted open and glanced around furiously before her stoic gaze landed on her boss. It was an eerie response that greeted him each time he woke her up… no actually, each time anyone woke her up this week. It was as if she was trying to keep her guard up… scanning the area for threats.

"Olivia, what's going on?" That's all it took for the mask to be up again, she sat up; almost robotically, and stretched her arms. Etching a lopsided smile on her face, she attempted to warmly greet her captain, without even having to do say verbally.

"Sorry captain, I've been having a little trouble sleeping lately." It was a lame response, but truthful in part. It seemed that Don was just about to respond when the door was thrown open to reveal three very familiar detectives. Ironically, the three arrived at the same time almost every morning; and there they all stood with their cups of coffee; except for Elliot… he held two.

Munch and Fin each acknowledged her and went to their respective desks, Cragen headed off to his office, a little annoyed about having not being able to say what he originally wanted. Elliot smiled and handed Olivia one of the cups, sitting down across from her. "Just the way you like it."

"Gee El, you know me so well I'm beginning to think you stalk me!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Olivia was only joking, but the words just made her flashback to her current situation. Elliot didn't even notice, having already dived into his pile of paper work.

He laughed and responded cheerfully. "Well I obviously knew well enough to know that you've been here all night."

"Yeah." Olivia's toneless response made Elliot look up at her. His jaw tightened, not out of anger but out of a slight indecision. Address it? Or let it be? Either way he wouldn't get an answer out of her stubborn mouth.

"Not much sleep, I'm guessing?" Elliot finally asked. Olivia sighed and ran a hand through her tussled hair.

"Yeah… I had about an hour of sleep tonight… today. Don't worry though; I've gone without sleep before." She faked a convincing smile, a talent she had since long ago picked up.

"Me? Worry…?" Elliot feigned shock.

Olivia laughed for the first time in about… three days. Even through the worst of it all, the intense connection between the two always seemed to help bring the other one up, ever so slightly. "Of course not El, you would never worry."

Sarcasm or no sarcasm, Olivia couldn't be any more wrong. Even now, as Olivia smiled back at him… a flawless smile, a flawless disguise; Elliot could still see right through her… she was transparent in his eyes. Only he couldn't place what was the matter, and he was determined to find out.

The phone rang, and Olivia picked it up before it could sound twice. "Manhattan Special Victims?" She listened for a while before responding with a simple. "We'll be right down." The questioning look Elliot passed her said it all. "We have a victim, Warner and CSU is already on the way to the crime scene."

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Warner pulled back the sheet of the victim, revealing her face to Detectives Benson and Stabler. Olivia immediately took in the woman's features as Warner began to talk. "No fluids, no hairs… just bruises and cuts all over her body."

"How did she die?" Elliot asked, looked down to observe the body.

"He cut a gash across her stomach and left her to bleed out." Warner confirmed. The two continued talking about the condition of the girl, leaving Olivia to her own thoughts as she stared at the body, up until Warner pulled the sheet over her head.

Despite no longer seeing her face, Olivia couldn't get it out of her head that the victim bore a slight resemblance to herself.