I made a thing... This is just the first chapter. Please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Dick Wolf's characters, not mine!
SVU Headquarters
7:30 pm, Friday, April 14, 2006
Olivia and Elliot were sitting at their desks, filling out paper work. Cragen, sighing, walked up to them.
"Skylar McCoy, sixteen year old rape victim at Mercy Hospital," Cragen said to them. "She's pretty shaken up and is unwilling to allow anyone to examine her. You two, go to the hospital and talk with her and her parents."
"Captain, we have nineteen open cases right n-" Olivia started, then stopped as Cragen shook his head.
"Get on this, Detective," Cragen snapped.
Mercy Hospital, half hour later
"Hi, we're looking for Skylar McCoy," Elliot said to a nurse, holding up his badge. "Which room is she in?"
"She's in room 210," the nurse replied without looking up.
Olivia and Elliot walked down to the room, almost colliding with a tired-looking doctor leaving the room.
"Doc, how is she?" Olivia inquired.
He glanced back into the room before shutting the door. "Not good. Very shaken up and is not wanting anybody in the room."
Elliot stepped in front of him. "We need to talk to her."
The doctor opened the door for the detectives. "I'm not stopping you," he said.
Olivia and Elliot walked in. Skylar McCoy turned her head away from the detectives.
A man sitting in the corner stood up and stomped towards them. "Who do you think you are, just barging in here?" His voice rose in volume the longer he talked. "Get out!"
Elliot held up his badge again. "We're detectives from Special Victims Unit. And who are you?"
The man stopped half a foot away. He was about the same size as Elliot, but nowhere near as fit. "I'm her father, Charles McCoy. She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now. Come back in the morning."
"Sir, we're just here to help," Elliot said, keeping his voice calm. "Why don't we talk in the hall?" He opened the door and motioned for the man to folow him.
Olivia walked up to Skylar's bed and sat down in a chair. "Hi, I'm Olivia. What's your name?"
Skylar turned her head towards Olivia. "Sk-Skylar," she choked out.
Olivia took in her appearance. She was thin- her cheekbones and collarbones stuck out, and her arms were twigs. Her long brown hair was matted and tangled, and her green eyes had a haunted look to them. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Skylar gulped. "I was trying to walk up the stairs to my house after school when a man approached me. He asked if he could hold anything for me… I was carrying my art portfolio. Usually I don't talk to strangers, but he seemed genuinely nice…" Her voice trailed off.
"It's ok, Skylar, take your time," Olivia prompted, placing her hand on top of Skylar's bony and cold hand.
She looked down at their hands, and then away. "I handed him my portfolio and got out my house key. I unlocked the door and reached out for my portfolio… But he refused to give it back to me. He opened the door and pushed me inside, locking the door behind him. He… asked where my bedroom was, so he could put my stuff there. When I didn't answer, he grabbed my arm and forced me up the stairs, opening the doors until he found my room. He threw my portfolio off to the side and pushed me on my bed. He… he took off my clothes and then he-" She broke down crying.
Olivia used her thumb to stroke Skylar's hand. "He raped you."
Skylar slowly nodded.
"Skylar, we need to do a rape kit. It will help us document any injuries and check for STI's. We'll also give you emergency contraception, to prevent pregnancy."
"To hell you give my daughter anything."
Olivia turned around and stood up. Charles McCoy stood in the doorway, his anger coming off in waves. "Mr McCoy," she started.
"It's ok Daddy, they just want to help," Skylar said quietly.
He walked across the room and brushed Olivia aside. "Sweetie, you don't have to do this. We can go home right now if you want."
"I do want to go home… but Olivia thinks it will help," Skylar insisted.
Her father nodded and looked over at the detective. "Well? Go make it happen!"
Olivia nodded and told Elliot, who had been just walked into the room, that she had agreed to the rape kit. Turning back to Charles, she said, "Sir, we'll need CSU to go to your house and look for any forensic evidence."
"My wife is home now cleaning, I'll call her."
Olivia felt the blood in her face drain. "Cleaning…?" She fought to keep her own anger inside her. "Your house is a crime scene! Tell her to stop immediately."
Charles stared at her. "On it."
She turned back to Skylar, but the girl was in her own world.
