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Detective Amanda Rollins

It all happened during an undercover operation gone wrong. I was in a short teal dress and had my hair in curls, making myself fit the profile of every victim so far to drag the latest rapists from the wind. Each rape happened at the back of a club called Blue Moments. All four of them were drugged, raped and left to die in an alleyway by two men. Fin was playing the dirty security guard at the backdoor, acting as my backup if I needed it. The plan was simple: get in, let the rapists come to me, then cuff 'em and get out. But with every plan, there's a flaw.

"No sign of them." I say into the microphone, which is located inside a small navy blue purse. My curled blonde hair hides my earpiece.

"Got a possible suspect." Fin says, a moment later. I glance at him from across the room, where he stands near the backdoor of the club. Dressed in a black and white tuxedo with shades, it's a perfect disguise. I see him sneakily speak into his cuff, "White male, brown hair, tan jacket, brown pants. He's heading towards Amanda."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the suspect approaching me from my right. Turning in my seat back towards the bar, I smile at the bartender.

"Anything with alcohol, please, hun?" I tilt my head, adding to the stupid slightly-tipsy blonde girl act. The guy smiles at me back, giving me the glass filled with tinted blue liquid. Everything here is blue.

"Easy there, tiger." the suspect grins, sitting on the leather stall beside me. "It's still early."

Sipping the drink, I smile, "That's debatable. I'm Amanda."

"Pretty girl, pretty name. I'm Jack." he replies, drowning himself in the arrogant charm.

"Nice to meet you. Where's your girl?" I ask, sipping more of the minty alcoholic liquid. This stuff is kinda nice.

He laughs, "My girl? I'm here alone. What about you, huh? Pretty girl like you must be here with a boyfriend?"

I say, with stupid girly fake laugh, "No. I'm single."

My head suddenly begins to feel fuzzy and warning signs are going off in my head. Did the bartender drug me? Two people; the second guy was never figured out.

"Would you excuse me?" standing up, I have to lean on the bar for support. Looking up from the floor, I want to throw up. I stumble away from the bar, sinking into the crowd of people. Fin seems to be nowhere and my purse is no longer in my hand. Jack is following after me, then grabbing my arm to stop me from falling.

"Let's get some air." he smiles, and I know that kind of smile. It's the smile I've seen on every rapist's face for the last few years I've been at SVU. Jack leads me towards a backdoor we apparently didn't know about. My legs feel numb and my head is spinning.

I mumble, "Stop-" before feeling the earpiece being pulled from my ear.

"A cop? How delicious." the air is cold and my back is to a brick wall. I feel myself being violated and I feel hot tears running down my face. Each moment is a blur. After a warm liquid fills my insides, I drop to the cold hard ground. "Filthy whore."

My head begins to clear after he leaves. I fumble with small loose stones on the ground beneath my hand, doing anything to distract myself from what just happened.

"Amanda! It's Fin." I hear the familiar voice calling my name. He finds me in the dark alleyway beside the backdoor, and my stomach aches in shame. "Baby girl, I'm here." he speaks into his radio, "Liv, we need a bus. Alleyway outside the club. Amanda's been attacked."

"Hang in there Amanda." Liv replies over the radio.

"I'm sorry, Fin." I mumble, my throat dry. He takes off his jacket and places it over me.

"It's not your fault, Amanda. What happened?" he says gently.

I look away, not wanting to see his reaction. "The bartender drugged me and the suspect..."

"Okay." is all he replies. Fin knows what happened; how many times has he seen a woman in an alley with her panties around her ankles? Olivia jogs around the corner of the street and into the alleyway, crouching down beside me. Fin tells Sonny to arrest the suspect and the bartender, and I'm thankful he doesn't see me.

"Amanda," Liv murmurs, her hand gently touching my arm. I do my best not to flinch.

"Sargent, I-" I mumble.

"It's okay. I can take your statement later. But you need to get a rape kit done first." she says gently, and I know she's right. I nod numbly and stare at the ground until the ambulance arrives. It all happened during an undercover operation gone wrong.

Sargent Olivia Benson

Slamming the interrogation room door shut behind me, I purse my lips.

"What exactly am I being accused of, Detective?" the suspect, Jackson Majors asks. He leans back on the chair, his arms crossed over his chest, grinning.

I place the first four victims photos on the table in front of him. "Rape, rape, rape and oh, rape."

"I've didn't rape four women." he hisses and I swallow my anger for the bastard.

Placing Amanda's photo on the table, I reply, "You're right; you raped five women. One of them being an SVU Detective, who you just happened to leave your DNA inside."

"That was consensual." he laughs.

"I think the drugs your buddy put inside her drink says otherwise. Who, by the way, is giving you up right now." I collect the photos from the table and turn towards the door, almost glad that the bastard doesn't want to make a statement. A.D.A Barba stands behind the glass, watching the suspect with pursed lips.

"What link have you got?" he asks and I stand beside him, watching Jackson Majors grinning to himself.

"We went over his house and found emails and letters between them talking about the first four rapes." I explain, "The bartender, Samuel Brickens, only just got out of Sing Sing for the rape of a fifteen year old."

He turns to me, concern written all over his face. "How's Amanda?"

"Rape kit turned up fluids and hairs. Fin's taking her home." I say. The whole department was devastated to hear that one of our own was raped. Times like this, you wish the death penalty was still legal.

"It's a life's journey of finding ourselves, finding our power, and living for yourself, not for everybody else."

-Mariska Hargitay