She was found in the alley behind the dance studio she was a student at. The area is already swarming with people by the time they got there, everyone from the medical examiner to a crowd behind the crime scene tape. They exchange a brief glance before flashing their shields at the nearby uniforms and crossing the tape.
Morning has only just come to New York City. Sadly enough, it's never too early to find them at a scene like this one. A few minutes after their arrival, the CSU techs, who have been there since the call came in, start to pack up, having already attained most of what they're going to need. One of them hands him a plastic bag. He eyes it for a moment before handing it over to his partner.
In the bag is a wallet, thankfully one with a proper ID in it. But that isn't all.
With the wallet is a small pair of pink ballet shoes, once a symbol of a young girl's dream, but now one of a dream that will never be fulfilled.
A/N: Yeah, it's probably pretty evident that I get bored way too often, but there you have it. Oh, and SVU's not mine.