Summary: When a five year old is raped and the case lands in SVU. Emotions can fly.
Pairings: E/O
Authors Note: Based on true events.
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Anything you don't recognize is mine.
Central Park
Manhattan
July 6th, 2009
2:15pm
Three women were taking names as the children in front of them were getting back on the bus. "Layla Bridges, and Brittney Johnson. Denise, we are missing Suzie Washington."
A male counselor walked up to them. "Where is she?"
"I don't know, she was with the others, when we walked out of the zoo." Janice started freaking out. She began to fan herself with the clipboard, as she began to realize that she just lost one of her 5 year old day campers.
A brief moment later, Denise screamed and Janice looked in the direction of her fellow counselor.
Suzie was walking very slowly toward them. Her head was down, and she was looking at her feet. Janice looked her over. Bruises covered her arms and legs, and a patch of blood was starting to form on the front of her pants.
Janice ran toward the little girl, and she barely responded to the fact that her smaller body was just nearly toppled by the older woman. "Suzie?" She wiped her hair out of her face, that was matted by sweat. Janice looked into the broken girls eyes, that appeared distant. "Suzie what happened?"
"I don't know." She whispered.
1-6 precinct
Manhattan
July 6th, 2009
3:02pm
"What are you doing?" Olivia asked, looking up from her paperwork, and picking up the pencil that was thrown onto her desk.
"What?" Elliot said, her partner for over 10 years laughing at his desk. "I'm bored."
Cragen came up behind him. "Not anymore. Got a case."
"What is it, Cap?" Olivia asked, lightly leaning forward.
"Five year old girl, on day camp trip to Central Park. She was wondering back to the buses and the female counselors found her with blood on her pants."
"Oh my God." Olivia never really opened up on her emotions with cases, but upon hearing this one, she couldn't and didn't want to picture this.
She threw her coat on, and Elliot guided her out to the elevator. His hand resting just above the small of her back.
The doors opened and they walked inside. They closed again, and Olivia could feel herself beginning to break down. Elliot pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly. "It will be okay."
"I'm starting to hate Special Victims." Olivia wiped a tear away from her cheek, and pulled away from Elliot before the elevator opened. "Thank you."
"Anytime, Liv. You know that." Elliot smiled, and released her, as the doors finally opened. They walked out together like they always do.
Mt. Sinai Hospital
Manhattan
July 6th, 2009
3:31pm
Olivia and Elliot walked up to the reception area, and flashed their badges. "I'm Detective Benson, Special Victims Unit, we are here to see…" She opened the file Cragen gave them. "Suzie Washington."
The nurse who was looking at something, suddenly stopped and looked up at the two detectives. "Oh…Judy take over the desk for me…This way detectives."
"How is Suzie?" Olivia asked lightly, as they walked down, a pale white hallway.
"Not well, our resident Psychiatrist is worried. She seems to be completely out of it. Like she has withdrawn into herself. We have never seen a five year old this phased before." They arrived at the child's playroom, and saw the little girl sitting at the tiny table just looking out the window.
The room was filled with toys, and anything a child would ever need, but this girl just looked out the window. Olivia hoped she could get through to such a broken child.
She squeezed Elliot's hand and he nodded at her, giving her his confidence. She walked into the room and shut the door. Sighing, she walked to her and sat down across from Suzie.
"Hello, my name is Olivia. Can you tell me yours?" She knew her name, but she wanted to get her to begin with something small.
Suzie looked at her, and it looked as if a ghost was looking back at her. She didn't show it, but a chill ran down Olivia's spine, as she realized that this child had lost her childhood prematurely. "My name is Suzie."
"Suzie, do you know your parents names?"
She shook her head, "I'm an orphan, I'm in FC." FC was an easy way for the younger children, who were in Foster Care to remember.
"Do you know the names of those you stay with?" Olivia asked leaning forward toward the little girl.
"Bonnie Massingale." Suzie said turning back to the window.
*
Elliot on the other side of the window, pulled out his phone and called Munch, telling him the name of her foster mother and telling him to find it.
Janice came in, from the Day Camp tours. She rushed to the window and looked in on the little girl she was charged with taking care of. "How is she?"
"Not well. And you are?"
"Janice Berger, I work with the foster system, and we take all the foster children on day camp trips all summer. This was Suzie's first year."
"Was she given up for adoption?"
"No, her father was never around and her mother, died in childbirth, She has been in since childbirth."
*
"Suzie? Would you like to color?" Olivia said pulling over a pad, and crayons. Suzie eyed the crayons quickly, and turned to grab a piece of paper, and the red crayon. She turned back toward the window, but at least she was coloring a picture now.
Suzie ran her crayon across the paper, and a picture was starting to form. Olivia drew something really quickly, to help her connect a little more with her.
After a few more minutes, Suzie pauses and holds the crayon, before taking it and putting it back onto the table. She turned and faced Olivia.
"See my dog." Olivia lifted her picture of a dog eating food. Suzie smiled. "Was that a smile?" Olivia smiled back. "Let's see yours."
Suzie reluctantly pulls her paper onto the table, and shows Olivia.
The piece of paper was covered in red marks and they all made a picture. Olivia looked at it intently. After a quick moment, she looked at the one way mirror and Elliot understood that that picture was the key.
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