A/N: I wrote this because I was bored. Disclaimer: I don't own Law And Order: Special Victims Unit. Because if I did, Elliot and Olivia would have already kissed, and Kathy would be dead. I only own Kristen.
Olivia Benson woke up earlier than usual. It was 5 A.M., and her cell phone was ringing. She debated about picking it up or not, but eventually curiosity got the best of her. "Benson."
"Hey Liv. It's me." It was Elliot. She knew something had to be very wrong for him to be calling her this early. "Elliot, what's wrong?" He sighed. "I need you to meet me at the precinct." She was going to question him, but didn't. She just answered, "Okay. I'll see you soon."
It didn't take her long to dress appropriately for work, and than drive there. When she arrived, there was a police car there. "Officer?" He looked at her. "Hello Detective. I don't want to say it's nothing, because it's not. But it's not to terrible." She smiled slightly and nodded, than entered the building.
When she got to where she worked with her collages, she immediately saw Elliot, John, and Fin. They all looked at her. "What?" she asked. Elliot's face was full of concern and pain. "There was an accident. A house caught on fire. There were people trapped inside. A family. The mother was killed and so was the young boy. The girl managed to survive until we got there."
Olivia gasped. "Oh my gosh. What about the father?" Elliot sighed. "I asked the girl, she told us her Father died when she was 8." She could tell their was a hint of guilt in his voice. For what she wasn't sure of. "Is the girl at the hospital?" Fin shook his head. "She resting in the cribs upstairs. Poor thing was exhausted from trying to save them."
As soon as she said that, she walked down the stairs. Olivia got a good look at her. She looked to be about 14, skinny and a little malnourished. She had a few scars on her body, including on over her left eye, but none of them looked fresh. She was pale, probably from inhaling the smoke. Her eyes were a beautiful navy blue. Her hair was split colored, brown on top and black on bottom, almost like a raccoon, and it was down to her waist.
"Hey sweetie. Are you alright?" Olivia said as she watched her walked towards them. She yawned. " Yeah. I guess so. I've been through worse." Her voice seemed sorrowful, and she could sense a hint of anger. The girl looked down and sighed. "I can't believe it. I really tried to save them, but I couldn't." Elliot sank down to her level. "Hey, it wasn't your fault. Things like this just happen sometimes." She looked him in the eyes. "I know. But still, this really, really, sucks." She looked up towards Fin and John. "Your gonna get the bastard that did this right!" Olivia chuckled. They both nodded. She sighed.
Elliot suddenly remembered something. "Hey, you never gave us your name."
"Oh, my names Kristen."
Olivia looked up at the clock, it wasn't even 6 yet. She ran her fingers through her chestnut locks. "Kristen, I need to talk to you in the interrogation room. Your not in any trouble, but I need your help if were gonna get the guy who did this."
She nodded head, and followed Olivia into the interrogation room.