Late night New York City. The moon was up, the wind was still, and it was a perfect night to take a stroll. Or take a carriage ride in some people's cases. Either way it was romantic, and who hates being romantic? So, As some woman cuddled up to her husband, she closed her eyes, thinking nothing better could happen. But something worse happened. The horse suddenly stopped, and the driver had seemed to tense. The man stood a little to see better, while the woman, a doctor, ran off the carriage. She looked at what stopped the horse, and gasped
"My God" She whispered, taking in the whole scene.
The girl was obviously Latina. Her dark hair was a mess. Her face had bruises all over it, and tear streams were going down it. Her arms looked as if something heavy leaned against it, and worse of mall, she was holding in her hand what was left of her skirt.
"Help me?" The girl begged, before collapsing.
The woman called 911
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Olivia Benson walked under the crime scene tape with her partner, Elliot Stabler. She scanned the scene, as Elliot moved to the first responder. Olivia spotted and ambulance, and walked to it. In there was the Latina girl, crying. Olivia jumped at a sudden voice.
"Poor girl"
Olivia turned and saw the woman "Did you call 911?"
"Yes" The woman nodded
"Okay, I'm going to talk to her" Olivia said, hopping in, looking at the girl and spoke softly "Hey, I'm Olivia"
The girl just stared
"What's your name?"
Tears started to appear in her eyes "Santana"
Olivia nodded "Santana, are you from here?"
"No"
"Are you here with your parents?"
"No"
Olivia raised her eyebrow "Then who are you here with?"
Before Santana could answer, a EMT came over "We need to go"
"I'll come along" Olivia said, getting in as the doors closed