A little girl, probably around 11 or 12 with long blonde hair ran through the woods of Central Park. The bitter cold of late January nipped at her skin, but she didn't stop running. She couldn't. She was running on fear, a fear that would be there for the rest of her life. But she did not know that, yet. She tripped over a branch falling hard into the white snow. There was severe pain in her left arm, but she quickly scampered up from the ground. Her shirt ripped on the tree, she still didn't stop.

"Scarlet!" She breathed out once she didn't hear him after her anymore. She saw her breath in the air. "Scarlet!" She called the name again, but didn't get a response. She didn't feel her broken arm. She did however feel a hand on her shoulder.

She did not like to be touched.

"Get off me!" She screamed, not knowing who it was. She looked up to see a young blonde woman looking down at her concerned.

"Calm down." The woman said with caring eyes. "Are you okay? Can you tell me your name?"

"Valentina." She said. The woman wasn't him, she was nice; so far. "You have to help me."

"Okay, your safe now." The woman explained softly taking her coat off and covering Valentina.

"Amanda, baby." Olivia Benson groaned shaking her girlfriend's shoulder gently. "That's your phone." The woman in question on buried her head further in Olivia's neck with a groan.

"Don't these people know it's a Sunday?" Amanda Rollins complained after realizing she should probably answer it. She reached across Olivia for her phone and answered it without caring who was on the other end. "Who is this and what do you want?" Olivia smiled to herself at Amanda's greeting.

"Remind me not to wake you up again. But we need you and Liv down her now. Lady found a girl running through the woods barely wearing any clothes." Fin Tutuola explained to his partner.

Amanda sat up immediately, signaling her girlfriend to the same. "How old is she?"

"She said her name is Valentina, but nothing else. Sorry to pull you both out on a Sunday but she's afraid-"

"Of men, I know." Amanda finished the sentence quickly. "We'll be there."

Amanda explained the situation to Olivia on there ride to the precinct. The two had been dating for a year, and even though they attempted to hide their relationship, everyone had long since figured it out. A few months ago, they made a huge step of moving in together since they both saw this would be a long term thing. The two were a very comfortable fit and had a great dynamic on and off the job. Of course, IAB's Lieutenant Tucker was still yet to let their relationship go, but he kept his distance.

Olivia diverted her attention from the road at a red light to look at Amanda. The blonde was slouched against the window clutching onto her coffee as if it were her last life line. Olivia laughed quietly at the sight. Amanda was most definitely not a morning person and Olivia was sure she never would be.

"I don't get how you're so cheerful in the mornings." Amanda quizzed taking another sip of her coffee.

"It is because I have your beautiful face to look at every morning." Olivia confessed with a smile. A red blush decorated Amanda face as she smiled back. She was extremely grateful for Olivia.

They entered the precinct around 6 am and were greeted by Nick, Fin and Cragen.

"Has she been talking at all?" Olivia asked shrugging off her coat. Nick guided both her and Amanda back to the one-sided mirror of the victim interrogation room, where Valentina was seated. The young girl had her knees pulled up to her chest, an NYPD jacket draped over her. Her hair was still wet. Parts of it were sticking to her face awkwardly.

"Oh she's been talking alright. We just can't understand her." Nick explained. He was quickly met by confused looks.

"Does she not speak English?"Amanda wanted to know.

"The woman who found her, Belle Jessup, said Valentina spoke English at the crime scene." He continued. "EMTs think she's just in shock. We have TARU recording her so they can try and figure out what language she's speaking; if she's even speaking one at all." Fin walked up to the three other detective's with obvious news.

"News?" Nick asked hopefully.

"You know it." Fin handed Amanda a picture of Valentina. "Her name is Valentina Strömberg. She's been missing for about a year from Stockholm along with her sister. Her parents entered her prints into the FBI database a few weeks after she went missing when someone recognized her. The trail went cold after that." Amanda looked at the photo carefully. The girl in the photo was much different than the girl in that room. The girl in the photo had bright blue eyes and a thousand watt smile. The girl in the room was broken and dull. Amanda did not like the differences.

"Where are her parents?" The younger detective asked.

"A translator is going to be arriving shortly so we can get the parents on the phone." Fin explained again.

"One question." Benson began after taking a look at the photo herself. "Where was she spotted previously?"

"Paramount, Georgia." Fin answered.

First story! Now, I'm not sure if there is actually a city in Georgia (or even a town) named Paramount. It just goes along with the story. What do you think? Shall I continue? And sorry for a short first chapter.

(P.S, Amanda won't be sent undercover until the like 3rd or 4th chapter)