A/N: I didn't have much time to write this week but I will try to update Twisted Fate tomorrow or next weekend. I already have most of this story completed, handwritten, so I thought I would post the first chapter to see how people like it. Please read and review. I will only update if I get at least 8 reviews.
Disclaimer: Only written for fun not profit so you recognize them I don't own them.
One winter Monday morning, Olivia walked in to the squad room to start work. It was only 7:47am and she had her morning coffee in hand as she entered through the double doors.
"Morning, Liv," her partner Elliot Stabler greeted her, with a small smile.
"Morning, El," she replied with a smile of her own as she put her coat on the rack.
"You look happy this morning," he said as he watched Olivia put her purse in her locker.
Olivia laugh lightly. "Just normal. Nothing spectacular."
Elliot was about to respond but a dishavelled looking teenage girl walked in. "Liv, turn around."
Olivia turned around and got back up. "Hi sweetie, what can I help you with?"
"I was raped," was all the bleached blonde haired, brown eyed girl could say before passing out.
Olivia caught her just in time before she had a rude awakening with the linoeum floor. "El, call a bus," she said, looking for a pulse on the young girl's neck.
Olivia found a pulse and sighed in relief. "She's just unconscious."
"Well some bastard beat the poor girl to a pulp," Fin said as he kneeled down beside Olivia.
The brunette sat down on her bottom, on the linoeum floor of the Special Victims squad room. She placed the girl's head in her lap. "Wake up, honey," she spoke, caringly as she tapped the teen's cheek, softly.
"Olivia, the paramedics are on the way," Elliot informed his partner.
"She didn't even get to tell us her name, El," she whispered, after a long silence.
Stabler caressed Benson's slender arm. "She will be able to soon, Liv."
The female detective nodded and was about to speak again when she was interrupted by the paramedics running in.
One was a tall, African-American man and the other was a shorter Caucasian woman.
"What's her name?" The female EMT asked as the man put an oxygen mask over the girl's nose and mouth.
Elliot felt the girl's pant pocket and found a wallet. He grabbed it out and opened it. He found a student ID card.
"Her name is Marly Jaelah Edwards. She's sixteen," Elliot read off the card.
"I'll go with her, El," Olivia said and followed the paramedics out.
"Will she wake up soon?" The brunette asked in the back of the ambulance, on the way to the hospital.
The tall African-American man sighed. "She's been beaten pretty badly, detective, so it's hard to say. She could have brain damage. We don't know yet."
Olivia sighed and rubbed her stiff, tired neck as she looked down at the young, bleached blonde teenager. She had a right black eye, so her attacker was a left hander. Marly also had a broken nose and a split lip. She'd even been hit over the head a couple times with a blunt object. Her navy blue ¾ pants were torn, as were her pink ¾ sleeved top and bruises covered the girl's slender abdomen.
Olivia felt sorry for her and found herself connecting with the girl. Something in her own past that she hadn't shared with anyone, including her partner and best friend, Elliot Stabler.
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Olivia was sitting in the waiting room in the emergency department of St. Catherine's Hospital.
"Liv?" Elliot called out to her but it seemed as though she was in her own little world, with her head in her hands as she leaned her head between her legs.
He sat down beside her and placed a caring hand on his younger partner's shoulder, accidentally startling her.
Olivia jumped nearly an inch high off the uncomfortable black plastic seat. She looked at Elliot with her furrowed eyebrow. "Huh? What?"
Elliot looked in to his partner's coffee brown orbs. He could see something in her eyes. Something he'd never seen before and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It made him concerned.
"Liv?"
Olivia looked in to Elliot's ocean blue eyes, resting her chin in her hand. "Hmm?"
"Are you ok?"
The brown eyed detective scrubbed a hand down her exhausted naturally tanned face. "Yeah, peachy," she offered, sarcastically.
An older balding male doctor emerged from an exam room, down the hallway, interrupting the detectives before Elliot could speak again.
"Detective Benson?"
Olivia stood up and greeted the doctor. "Yes, is Marly alright?"
The doctor nodded. "I'm Doctor Seth Yates. Yes Marly should be alright but I am afraid that she is still unconscious. You may see her, follow me."
"Liv..."
"Sorry, one at a time, sir," he said before he escorted Olivia down to Marly's hospital room.
She sighed in relief that Elliot couldn't follow which meant he couldn't nag her with anymore iritating questions.
Olivia walked in to the room and sat down in the seat beside the young teen's hospital bed as she lay unconscious, all beaten up with an oxygen nasal cannula in her nose, running over her ears to hold the tubing in place and an IV was sticking in to a vein, in the inside of her left elbow.
Olivia sighed and toook the girl's hand in her's, caressing the back of it, with her thumb. "What happened to you, Marly? You've got to wake up so you can tell us, honey."
The female detective was still sitting beside the hospital bed in the silent hospital room. The only sound in the small room was the beeping from the machine. She'd been there for about half an hour when the squeaking of the opening door startled her. Olivia looked up and was none too pleased when she saw Elliot walk in.
"What the hell are you doing here, Elliot?" She questioned, harshly. Her chocolate brown orbs were boring holes in to him.
Elliot sighed and rubbed the back of his sore neck. "Liv..."
"Go away," she seethed, refusing to look at her partner.
He approached the angry detective cautiously and put a caring hand on her shoulder.
Olivia flinched and Elliot his hand and stepped back a bit.
"'Livia..." Elliot whispered, tenderly to the jumpy brunette.
Olivia sighed. "Please just go, Elliot," she whispered in defeat.
Elliot rubbed his eyes and kneeled down beside the chair. "Olivia, what is going through that pretty head of yours?" He asked and caressed her temple.
Olivia licked her dry lips and turned to look at Elliot in the eyes. "Nothing," she replied, simply.
"Liv, come on. Let's go somewhere private to talk."
Olivia shook her head quickly. "I don't want to talk."
Elliot rubbed his partner's slender thigh. "Come on, let's get back to the station house."
"What if she wakes?"
"I spoke to the doctor before he let me in. He doesn't think she'll wake today, but if she does, he'll call you to let you know so you can come back."
Olivia sighed again and let Elliot lift her up out of the chair. "Fine," she muttered.
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The car ride was an unusual uncomfortable silent for the two detectives as they headed back to the precinct.
They had just gotten off the elevator when Elliot stopped Olivia before they could walk in to the squad room.
"Liv, what's going on? Please talk to me, honey."
Olivia shook her head and went to walk away but Elliot gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"Livvie."
"I was raped at sixteen, ok?!" She yelled, not noticing Fin and Munch, who had just got off the elevator.
Fin and Munch stopped in shock at what they had just heard and witnessed.
Elliot had an equally shocked expression on his face. "Wha--what?"
Olivia ran up to the rooftop; she needed fresh air. Her head was spinning. She was dizzy and felt like she may faint at any given moment.
Elliot sighed and looked at the other equally shocked detectives, standing in front of him.
"Well, you gonna go talk to her. If she doesn't open up to you, she won't talk to anyone. Go now before she shuts herself off completely, man ," Fin spoke, truthfully.
Elliot nodded and rushed up to the rooftop to talk to his partner.
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The handsome detective found his younger partner on the roof, leaning against an air conditioner vent, just looked out at the grey, cloudy Manhattan skyline. It was going to rain at any moment but it didn't seem to faze the brunette, the slightest bit.
"Liv?" Elliot called to her softly as he approached her, carefully.
Olivia sighed and walked over to the ledge to look down at the busy street below.
Elliot walked over to the ledge and stood beside the brown eyed woman. He wrapped an arm around his best friend's slim waist.
Olivia exhaled a slow, deep breath and rested her head on his shoulder, continuing to look out at the view.
Elliot rubbed Olivia's forearm, delicately. "Liv? Please talk to me, honey," he practically begged softly.
Olivia swallowed and licked her lips. "When I was sixteen, I was walking home from school... I—I walked past an alley, when I was grabbed from behind. I -- I w-was held d-down by four older boys while one of them raped me. I was too ashamed to go to the hospital and I fell pregnant from it but I miscarried at ten weeks," she told him before a sob escaped.
Her hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to silence the sob.
"Oh gosh, Liv. Why didn't you tell anyone?" He asked, cautiously as he continued to caress her forearm.
Olivia fell in to Elliot and cried freely, unconcerned with showing weakness in front of her partner.
Elliot wrapped his arms around her petite body and let her cry in to his chest, as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. "It's alright, Liv. Let it all out, honey."
Olivia scrunched Elliot's shirt up in her tight, piqued fists. "It hurt so bad," she whispered, painfully.
Elliot kissed the top of her head and inhaled the fresh scent of her shampoo, mixed with lotion and perfume. "It's alright, 'Livia." he whispered with a hint of his own tears.
He had never seen his partner so devestated, so fragile, so vulnerable.
The door opened and Elliot looked to see who it was s he continued to comfort the brunette. It was Fin. He quietly approached and whispered in his ear. "A friend of Marly's has come forward to give information. Her name is Belinda Ellis. She is in the squad room waiting to talk to you and Olivia."
Elliot nodded. "Thanks Fin. Be down in a few."
Fin caressed Olivia's arm, in a friendly manner. "Sure," he replied and walked away.
Elliot kissed Olivia's head again. "You ok now?"
Olivia lifted her head and nodded as she wiped away her wet, salty tears.
She took a slow, deep breath to compose herself. "Ok, I'm good."
Elliot nodded, unconvinced but decided not to push her right now at the risk of her breaking down once again or worse, her closing up again. "You ready to talk to Marly's friend, Belinda Ellis? She's down in the squad room."
"Yeah," Olivia replied simply and allowed her partner to guide her back downstairs.
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Olivia and Elliot walked in to see Belinda sitting quietly beside Olivia's desk. She was dressed in a pair of holey blue jeans, a baggy powder blue tee and dirty white running shoes. Her hair was coloured a dirty blonde and she had a lot of piercings. Her nose, left eyebrow, her bottom lip and at least four in each ear. She moved her hands from her lap as Olivia sat down at her desk. Belinda's fingernails came in to sight and were revealed to be painted black.
"Hello Belinda. Did you witness Marly's attack?"
Belinda shook her head, timidly. "No, I didn't. I thought you would want some information about Marly."
Olivia nodded. "Ah..sure...What do you have?"
"Marly was kicked outta home, a couple weeks ago and her alcoholic mother refuses to acknowledge her."
"Really?"
Belinda nodded. "She's been staying at a couple random homeless shelters with me and... working the streets at night with me...only a few nights, I swear," she told the detectives. The fear apparent in her nervous, timid voice.
"Honey, who are you afraid of?" Olivia asked, gently.
Belinda looked around, frantically as to see if the person, who was making her scared was watching her or not. "N-nobody. I-- I gotta go," she gushed before practically leaping off the chair and rushing out.
Elliot looked at Olivia as she grabbed her keys from her top desk drawer. "Who do you think has spooked her?"
Olivia shrugged her shoulders as she got up. "I don't know," she replied as she got her purse out of her locker.
She closed the locker again as she put her purse strap on her shoulder. "I'm going to grab some lunch," she whispered and walked out.
"Liv?"
"I'm fine," she replied, simply, refusing to stop or turn around to look at him.
After Olivia was gone, Fin looked at Elliot. "She was really raped at sixteen?"
Elliot sighed and nodded, sadly. "Yeah. She never told anyone because she felt ashamed. Anymore information you want to know, you got to ask Olivia. It isn't my place to tell."
Fin nodded in understanding. "I understand but maybe you should have go check on Liv. I'll go tell the captain."
Elliot stood and grabbed his coat. "Thanks Fin," he called over his shoulder as he rushed out to find his partner.
