Quid Pro Quo

Author's Note: This story follows up my previous SVU story "The Road to Hell" and my Law and Order story "Who Killed Jack McCoy?" Hope you enjoy

Elliot could barely keep his eyes open as he drove along the dark street. A 17 hour shift at SVU finally over, and now he was looking forward to going home, and going to sleep, and putting this entire miserable day behind him. As he headed along, he noticed the surroundings didn't look familiar to him and he thought he might've turned on the wrong street, but he was so tired he could hardly even read the signs he passed. He stopped the car and got out to see if he could get his bearings straight.

It was dark…no stars, and no street lights. It didn't look like he was in the city anymore; there was a tall chain link fence on one side of the road and behind it there was what looked like a junkyard that went on forever. On the other side from the street was a piece of property that might've been a suburban block in a previous life but now there were no houses on it, just a bunch of trees.

Elliot heard a noise and he started to take out his gun. Looking around he couldn't see anything but he knew he'd heard somebody. The area looked like it was getting lighter; he looked up and saw the clouds were moving and the moon was starting to come out. Well, at least there was a little light on the subject now. He walked along the street quietly, cautiously, looking around to see who else was there. Something caught his eye and he saw it, there was somebody over where the fence ended. In the dark, it looked like a man, one about his own size at that. Elliot quietly walked up behind the other person, with his gun drawn, and when he was close enough, stuck it into the other person's back.

"Don't move," he said.

"Detective?" the other man asked.

Elliot was surprised by the voice, it was almost his own. He lowered his gun and the other man turned around, revealing to be Tony Keller, a man he'd crossed paths with several times before, and who resembled him almost perfectly.

"Tony!" he said, "What the hell are you doing out here?"

"I'm looking for my daughter, what are you doing out here?" the other man asked.

"I was on my way home," Elliot started to point, and stopped, "Toni's missing?"

"I think so," Tony said.

"What do you mean you think so?" Elliot asked.

"Ehh, we were watching a movie earlier tonight…you know, one of those that somebody dies and the family comes together because of it," Tony started to explain, "About every night like clockwork, I fall asleep halfway through the movie. Toni either goes up to her room after that, or sometimes she goes out, but she always comes back. Tonight she hasn't."

"How long has she been gone?" Elliot asked.

"I don't know," Tony replied, "It's about 1 o' clock now…I'm guessing she probably went out between 9 and 10."

"Where does she usually go at night?" Elliot asked him as he put his gun away.

"Sometimes she goes to the late night theater over on 14th Street, sometimes she goes to the park," Tony said.

"Does she go to the bars?" Elliot asked.

"She's 19, Detective."

"I know that…does she go to the bars?" Elliot asked.

Tony glared at him for a second before answering, "Yeah, she does. Detective, the law says you're an adult at 18, old enough to vote, marry, and die for your country, do you have any idea how asinine it is that you can do all that and not put back a few beers?"

"Look Tony," Elliot was tired and feeling on edge, "I'm not looking to bust her but I need to know where she goes at night."

He stopped then because they both heard something that caught their attention. It sounded like somebody moaning. They looked behind them to see where it had come from. In the dimly lit night, they saw somebody moving on the pavement behind the fence.

"Toni?" Elliot called.

The person didn't answer but the moan was a woman's. Both men ran towards her and knelt down beside her. The girl tried to pick her head up and look at them. Elliot saw it was Toni Keller, Tony's daughter, a former SVU victim who had left a lasting impression on Elliot.

"Toni, what happened?" Elliot asked her.

She tried to talk but couldn't. She just quietly moaned and looked down, like she was trying to point out what was wrong with her. Tony and Elliot grabbed her and carefully turned her over to see what was the matter. Neither was prepared for what they saw; Tony's T-shirt was covered in blood and so were parts of her jeans, specifically the crotch of them was drenched with it.

"Oh my God!" Elliot found himself screaming, he said to her father, "Help me get her up."

The two men, using extreme caution, lifted her up and carried her out to the street and put her in the back of Elliot's car. Tony got in the back with her and told Elliot to drive like hell to the hospital. He did, and on the way Elliot heard Tony mumbling something to his daughter, whatever it was sounded like he was trying to be reassuring. Elliot was sure whatever it was, Tony was just trying to make sure she didn't close her eyes and fall asleep.

It took Elliot a few minutes to be able to think straight again, and when he did he put on the siren and floored it to Mercy General.


Olivia hotfooted it into the room where Elliot was seated slumped down in a chair, looking dead from exhaustion.

"I got here as quick as I could," she said.

"I shouldn't have called you," Elliot shook his head.

"Well I wasn't asleep yet anyway," she said, "How's Toni?"

"I don't know," Elliot shook his head again, "I…she…" he let out an exasperated sigh, "CSU found a trail of blood on the concrete, she crawled 20 feet like that on her hands and stomach."

"What did the doctors say?" Olivia asked.

"I don't know," he said, "I don't get it, when we found her she was hardly alive…and as soon as we brought her in here, she just seemed to snap. She wouldn't let them cut her clothes off, as injured as she was she said nobody was going to take her clothes off her but her, and she wouldn't have any of the doctors or nurses look at her when she did it."

"She's probably traumatized, Elliot," Olivia said, "Are they examining her now?"

"I don't know," he said, "I heard them talk about getting a room ready for her up on the second floor, maybe they've put her there now."

"Let's go see," Olivia patted his knee, "Where's her father?"

"He went with them to keep an eye on her," Elliot said, "You should've seen the blood."

"Did she say what happened?" Olivia asked.

"No," Elliot answered, "But they got her out of here before we had much of a chance to ask her."

They headed over to the elevators and pressed the second floor. Olivia looked over at her partner who looked very close to having a nervous breakdown.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I thought she was past this," Elliot said, "I thought now she was going to be safe."

The elevator sounded as they reached the second floor and they got off and headed to the room assigned for Toni. Olivia opened the door and they went in and saw Tony sitting in the chair next to the empty bed, also looking about dead from exhaustion and from worry.

"Is Toni here yet?" Olivia asked.

Tony looked up at them as if he had just come out of a trance. It took him a couple of tries to remember how to talk and form words.

"Yeah, she's in the shower," Tony answered.

"They finished with her already?" Elliot asked.

"They haven't gotten their hands on her," Tony answered, "She ran up here and jumped in the shower as soon as their backs were turned, she's been in there for about 15 minutes now."

Elliot and Olivia looked at each other and groaned.

"Meaning she's washed away all physical evidence that could help us catch whoever did this to her," Olivia said.

"She wouldn't let them run a rape kit," Tony told them, "She said she wasn't raped, thank God."

"What happened to her?" Olivia asked.

"I don't know, she wouldn't let them examine her."

Olivia went over to the bathroom door and knocked on it a couple of times.

"Who is it?" they heard Toni call.

"Toni, it's Detective Benson."

"Olivia?"

"Yes, can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure."

Olivia opened the door and started choking immediately as she walked into a cloud of steam. Elliot stood at the threshold and tried to see past it and could not. It felt like he was in a steam room.

"Toni, are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," came the reply from the shower.

"Well it's a little hard to breathe out here," Olivia went over to the shower and stuck her hand in through the curtain and turned the knobs, "You mind if we turn the cold water on a bit?"

The curtain moved back and Toni's face stuck out, "Hi Olivia."

"Hi, Toni, I heard you had an accident tonight," she said.

"Something like that," she answered.

Toni held the top of the shower curtain in place so it concealed her breasts but the bottom of it trailed away, showing her leg and the inside of her right thigh.

"Uhhh," Elliot took a step back, "I'm going to wait out here." And he backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Toni laughed, "He's in an excitable mood tonight, isn't he? Tell me something, Olivia, do I look like any of Elliot's kids?"

"Umm," Olivia looked her in the face and finally shook her head, "No, not really."

"Then how come every time he catches me naked he acts like he's walked in on one of his own daughters?" she asked.

"Probably because you're close to them in age," Olivia said.

"Men can't handle when their little girls grow up to have bodies of grown women…and Elliot for some psychotic reason seems to hold a similar parental attitude towards me, as if I was one of his girls," Toni commented, "My own father isn't so…paranoid about it."

"Toni," Olivia said, "Why won't you let the doctors examine you?"

"I didn't want them cutting my clothes off, Olivia. They do that anytime somebody's bleeding a lot, I don't have a lot of clothes, Olivia, I don't want them ruining some of the only good ones I have."

"I understand that, Toni, but why wouldn't you let them examine you afterward?"

"I didn't want them trying to give me a sponge bath," Toni said, "And I didn't want them to wait until the blood had all dried up to try and get it off then, then it'll really hurt like a bitch."

"They would've cleaned you up, Toni."

"No they wouldn't, Olivia…my mother knew a guy who got impaled on a tree, he had blood all over him and when they took him to the hospital, they never bothered cleaning him off, they let his family come in and see him like that. They aren't going to do that to me," Toni replied.

"Can you tell me why you wouldn't let them run a rape kit?" Olivia asked.

"Because I wasn't raped," Toni said.


"She says she wasn't raped, I believe her," Tony told Elliot as they waited in her room, "You know Toni, you know she never hides anything. She came to you when Tobias tried to kill her, didn't she? She brought you his blood to test."

"Then why isn't she cooperating now?" Elliot asked the girl's father.

"Elliot, I don't know what happened to her tonight but whatever it was must have been a traumatic event for her."

"And since she's always so forthcoming," Elliot responded, "It only makes sense she would want to cooperate with the doctors, and with us, so we can find whoever beat the hell out of her. If nothing else, why didn't she let them run the rape kit?"

"Because she wasn't raped, it's not that hard to figure out," Tony said.

"We run rape kits all the time that come back negative, there wouldn't have been any problem in letting them do it just to make sure," Elliot told him.

"Detective," Tony said in a tone that was no longer person to person, but condescendingly now, as if he were speaking to a simpleton, as if Elliot couldn't understand what he was saying, "Put yourself in her place. How would you like a bunch of cold, impersonal titmice in scrubs sticking things up your privates?"

"They just use cotton swabs, it wouldn't hurt her," Elliot said.

"You can't speak from experience," Tony replied, "Besides, maybe it's not that, did you ever think that having them sticking things up into her would only remind her of what all those people did to her for all those years? They lift up your paper gown, make sure you can't get away and go to it. Having the test done would be like reliving a rape all over again, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know," Elliot said, "I didn't think of that."

"Look, I'm a reasonable person, at least I try to be," Tony said, "And that's not easy considering all the crap I've gone through. I know you guys have your job to do, but you're the sex crimes police, and if Toni said she wasn't raped, she wasn't raped, and if she wasn't raped, then there's no sex crime."

"That's not all we arrest people for, Tony you know that," Elliot told him, "Now somebody beat the hell out of your daughter tonight and could've killed her. Don't you want us to find out who did it?"

"Hell yes I do, I want to find the guy and kill him myself."


"I don't get it," Olivia said as she had Toni turn around to look at her, "Your clothes were covered in blood."

"I washed most of it off," Toni told her, "I've managed to clean out most of the wounds. And also…there's to consider the fact that my nose was about broken tonight and it was bleeding a hell of a lot. That's probably what caused most of it on my shirt."

"Toni, what did happen tonight?" Olivia asked.

"Nothing," she answered, "I got into a fight."

"With who?"

"I don't know, it was dark," Toni said.

"You wouldn't be covering for someone, would you?" Olivia asked her.

"Now why would I do something stupid like that?"

Good point.


Both men jumped up when the bathroom door opened and Toni stepped out wrapped in a large towel and Olivia came out behind her.

"Toni, are you okay?" her father asked.

"I'm going to go get a doctor so we can find out," Olivia told them, "Keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't disappear again."

"Toni, why don't you sit down until Liv comes back with the doctor?" Elliot asked her.

"Sit down where?" she asked, "You're sitting on my bed, Dad's sitting in the chair, the only place left for me to sit is the floor."

Tony wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

"Toni, are you feeling alright?" Elliot asked.

"Oh yes, I'm just very tired…I'd love to just go to bed right now," she said.

"You know what…as soon as the doctor looks you over, you can do that," Elliot said, "In the meantime can you tell us what happened tonight?"

Toni hung her head low, closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Toni," Elliot tried to get her attention.

"Hey detective," Tony said to him, "She's been through a rough night, maybe if you came by in the morning after she's had a chance to rest, maybe she can tell you then what happened."

"It's important that we get as much information as possible early on," Elliot said.

"I know but do you think she's in any position to tell us anything?" Tony asked, "Let her sleep it off."

"I guess we don't have much choice," Elliot said.

Olivia came back with a male doctor who looked to be somewhere in his 30s. When Toni heard them come back, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the two of them.

"Alright, Miss Keller," he said as he went over to her, "If you'll just come with me."

Toni shot up and about hit the ceiling. She started screaming at the doctor and hitting him, saying that she wasn't going anywhere with him. Elliot and Tony grabbed her and pinned her arms at her sides so she couldn't do anymore damage. Tony's chest heaved high up and down as he caught his breath and tried to get his daughter to calm down. Elliot and Olivia looked at each other, and without saying a word it was obvious that both were trying to figure out what the hell they were going to do now.


"They managed to sedate her," Tony said an hour later when they returned to the room, "She'll probably be out until morning."

"Mr. Keller," Olivia started to say.

"What's with all this formality?" Tony asked, "Eight years I was in Rikers my name was Keller, before that, everybody called me Tony, of course my personal favorite was the first 12 years of my life when my mother just called me 'hey you!', why don't you just call me Tony?"

Olivia felt an awkward smile form on her face and she said, "Okay, Tony."

She went over to Toni's bed and looked at her. She pulled the sheet back and saw Toni wasn't wearing anything.

"What happened here?" she asked.

"Well I haven't been able to get home and get her a change of clothes, and she won't wear the paper gown they gave her," Tony said.

"Still," Elliot said, "That's a bit inappropriate her sleeping naked."

"Well she wouldn't be, but they took her underwear," Tony told them.

"We took her clothes to have the blood tested to see if any of it belongs to the other person," Olivia explained.

"Have the doctors told you anything yet?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, no major damage, thank God…she came very close to getting her nose broken though, she's got some bruises and welts and she's going to be sore for a while, but that's about it," Tony answered.

Olivia pulled the sheet back further and saw Toni had one of the bathroom towels pressed between her legs.

"What happened?" she asked.

"She was still bleeding some and…with no clothes, she had to make due with this until further notice," Tony said, "Listen, I know we've already put you two out a lot, but if you could stay here with her until I get back, I could make a run to the house and get her things."

"Sure, go ahead," Elliot told him.

"Appreciate it," Tony said as he slipped out the door.

Olivia waited until they were sure Tony was gone, and had Elliot come over towards the bed.

"She's a real mess, Elliot," she said, looking at all the bruises forming on her body.

"Somebody did a real number on her, I just can't figure out why she won't tell us who," Elliot said.

"Maybe she honestly doesn't know," Olivia thought.

"Still, she could describe the guy for us," Elliot said.

"If she saw him," Olivia told him, "Maybe they put something over her head so she couldn't see."

"Still, whatever happened, she could tell us so we have an idea what we're dealing with," Elliot said.

"Maybe there's a reason she isn't," she said "If she won't tell us and she won't tell her father, maybe we need to bring in someone else."

"Okay…who?" Elliot asked.

"Huang, she talked to him before, she probably would again," Olivia suggested.

Elliot sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "I guess it's worth a try."


Tony returned to the hospital within half an hour with an overnight bag that he started to unpack as Olivia and Elliot went into details of what they found out.

"We're still waiting to hear a verdict about the blood on her clothes," Olivia told Tony, "The doctor says some marks indicate she fought back so we're hoping she got a piece of this guy on her clothes so we can find him."

Tony glanced over at the bed and saw Toni had turned on her side. He took a Kleenex out of the bag, folded it and placed it under her mouth which was slightly open so she could breathe.

"So, do you think she knew this guy?" he asked.

"It's certainly possible," Olivia said, "It could be that when she went out tonight, she was going to meet him."

"We're going to have to wait for her to wake up to tell us that," Elliot said.

"In the meantime, there's a lot she's not telling us and we thought maybe we should call in somebody else to talk to her."

"Who?" Tony asked.

"A psychiatrist," Elliot answered.

Tony scrunched up his face, "You mean a head shrinkuh?"

"She talked to one before," Elliot said, "Dr. George Huang who works for the FBI. Unfortunately he's not available right now so we're going to call in Dr. Emil Skoda tomorrow, he has a pretty good track record too with people. In the meantime, it's very late, and we're all exhausted, I think what needs to be done now is for us to go home and get some sleep and get back on this after we've been able to rest."

"I'm going to stay here," Tony said, "If she wakes up and I'm not here, she's going to panic again."

"Okay," Olivia replied, "We'll be back in a few hours, hopefully by then, Toni will be awake and she can tell us what happened."


Tony was just about to fall asleep when he heard someone rapping at the door.

"Who is it?" he asked as he rubbed his eye.

The door opened and Olivia came in, "It's me, Tony."

He turned and looked at her and said, "Ain't you got a home to go to?"

"I didn't think you'd be sleeping and I thought you could use some company," she said as she closed the door behind her, "How's Toni doing?"

"She's had a couple of nosebleeds, and she's having some trouble with her left arm," Tony told her.

"How can you tell?" Olivia asked as she went over to the bed.

"She tried rolling on that side and couldn't, she had to turn on the right," he explained.

Olivia looked at the girl and through all the bruises and cuts, she was able to see what the girl's father saw.

"She's very beautiful," Olivia noted, "You had her pretty young, didn't you?"

"If you consider 18 young," he answered, "18 and scared as hell when Marissa told me. You always hear about people who have kids when they're too young, when they're not financially stable, when they're too reckless. I don't think we ever had any idea what we were doing, but it seemed to work. I figured no matter how much we could screw up, she still had to be better off than we were as kids," Tony said.

"Why's that?"

"I didn't have a father, and I don't know if my mother resented me for that or what, but about every day she'd get this big, heavy, metal spatula that she'd hit me in the head with all the time. When I met Marissa, she said it couldn't compare to her mother, who would beat her knuckles with a metal meat hammer. You'd think we were raised Catholic or something."

Olivia laughed a bit and asked him, "What was Toni like when she was little?"

"Oh she was a good girl…never cried. Do you know," he looked up at her, "Do you know some people think that's proof that a person is a psychopath? Never crying, unable to produce tears…well it's not true," Tony said, "There's nothing wrong with Toni, and there never was."


Olivia was only half asleep, had been for a while. She looked at her watch and saw it was about 5:30 in the morning. She went over to the window and saw everything outside still looked pitch black.

"Olivia?"

She turned and saw Toni trying to sit up in the bed. Olivia pushed her bangs back as she went over to her, "How're you feeling, Toni?"

"I need to get another shower," Toni answered.

"Well your dad brought some of your clothes from home," Olivia told her.

"Great…Olivia, can you see if they have any pads around here?" Toni asked as she got up.

"Sure."

"Great," Toni said as she wrapped the bed sheet around herself and made a dash to the bathroom.

Olivia waited until she heard the water come on and she took out her cell phone and dialed Elliot's number. It rang, and it rang again.

"Elliot," she said when he finally answered, "I know it's early but Toni's awake and she seems lucid."

There was silence on the other end for a moment before she heard Elliot respond, "I'll be right down."


"What time is Skoda supposed to get here?" Olivia asked Elliot as they waited for Toni to emerge from the bathroom.

"Well he didn't appreciate the call last night at 2:30 but he said he'd try and be in early today. Though he suggested we move Toni down to the police station so he can talk to her there," Elliot answered.

"How come?" Olivia asked.

"Because, when I told him what she'd done, he said the sooner she gets out of this surrounding, probably the better," he answered.

"I could've told you that," Tony commented.

A couple minutes later the bathroom door opened and Toni stepped out dressed in a white T-shirt and blue jeans and her white sneakers. Nobody could help but notice that she was walking stiffly and appeared to have trouble moving her arms as well.

"Toni, are you okay?" Elliot asked.

"I'm sore," she replied, "My teeth hurt, every time I blow my nose the pain sears through the gums to my teeth."

"And every time she blows her nose she gets another nosebleed," Tony added as he helped his daughter over to the bed, "Just take it easy, talk to the detectives and tell them what you know."

Toni laid back against the mattress and the pillows and looked up at the ceiling. Trying, Elliot noticed, not to look at them as she recalled the previous night's events.

"I went out after the movie," she said, "About 9:30."

"Where did you go?" Elliot asked.

"There's a bar on Second Avenue where they're not too particular about ID," she said.

"Were you drinking?" Olivia asked.

"I had a beer and a half," she said, "Mainly I just sat around watching all the other idiots. I was there until about 11:30."

"And when you left, where'd you go?" Elliot asked.

"I don't know…I didn't want to go home yet, so I just walked around."

"Toni, that scrap yard your dad and I found you at, was that where it happened?" Elliot asked.

"I was walking by that place, and I was jumped," she said.

"What did he look like?"

"It wasn't one guy," she said.

"Two?" Olivia asked.

Toni shook her head.

"Three?" Elliot inquired.

"No, it was a whole pack of them," she said.

"What did they look like?" Elliot asked.

"They were all men…and they were all white…really white."

Elliot was confused, "You mean like albino?"

"No," she shook her head, "They were just white."

"What did they do?" Tony asked before the detectives could.

"A couple of them grabbed me and the others were hitting me," she said, "And they threw me to the ground and started kicking me. They tried to break my arms."

Elliot and Tony both tensed when they heard that.

"What do you mean?" Elliot asked.

"One of them got on top of me, and we were scrambling on the ground, he was trying to pin me down, I was trying to throw him off. And he locked his leg over my shoulder and his foot around my neck as he grabbed my arm and he started twisting it…tried to twist the whole damn thing around."

Olivia looked and saw something change in Tony's eyes as he watched his daughter and listened to her recount.

"That's why you were having trouble with it last night?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, I threw him off, but they had me pinned flat and another guy stuck his foot..." she looked over at them and had Elliot come over to the bed. He did and Toni raised her foot and stuck it between his neck and his shoulder, "He stood on me like this and tried to break the other arm, I moved and he lost his balance and fell beside me."

"Then what happened?" Elliot asked.

"Two of them grabbed me up and took me over to the junkyard, and they threw me down and started to really beat the shit out of me. One of them punched me in the nose and I felt the pain go all the way up to my forehead."

"When did it finally end?" Olivia asked.

"About 20 minutes before my dad and Elliot showed up," Toni said, "I was too sore to move, so I laid there for a while, waiting for the pain to stop. It didn't, so I pulled myself up on my stomach, I couldn't walk…so I pulled myself along the ground. That's when I heard them."

"Do you know why they left when they did?" Olivia asked.

"They weren't done…otherwise I would've been dead," Toni explained, "But they all ran off into the dark, and I didn't see them again after that."

"Had you ever seen any of them before?" Elliot asked.

"No," she tried to laugh, "I'd remember seeing them."

"What did they look like? Tall, short, fat, thin, what?" Elliot asked.

"Most of them were tall, like you, or more…they were all in their 20s and 30s, none of them near my age," Toni said, "And they were all wearing black."


"I feel bad for this girl, but I'm not sure I'm seeing how she qualifies as a special victim," Cragen told Elliot and Olivia when they brought the Kellers in that morning.

"I think that's the point," Olivia said, "It sounds like they're all a gang…"

"Yeah, and gangs have initiation rituals where they stomp the crap out of the new member," Elliot said.

"But the way she described what happened," Olivia said, "Clobbering her, kicking her, trying to break her arms, that's what they usually do to men, women they usually rape, it sounds like that wasn't even on their minds."

"Okay, Skoda's coming down to see if he can get anything else out of her, where is she?" Cragen asked.

"Your office," Olivia answered.

Cragen did a double take, "My office?"

"Captain she's already been put through the wringer, arrested, thrown in jail, hauled off in handcuffs, I don't think we want to risk her relapsing in an interrogation room," Elliot said.

"Alright, I guess we don't have much of a choice, when's Skoda due in anyway?"

"I'm right here," Emil answered as he came up to the detectives, "So what's going on?"

"We've got Toni in the captain's office, will you talk to her?" Olivia asked.

"Is she alone?" Skoda asked.

"We know the rules, we told her father he can't go in while you're there," Elliot said, "He's probably off comparing his face to the 'Wanted' sketch composites."

"I'll see what I can do," Skoda told them.

He disappeared around the corner and Cragen and the detectives waited. A minute later they heard Toni screaming and they heard something crashing. They ran to Cragen's office and found Skoda pressed up by the door with a large cut over his eye and Toni was at Cragen's desk, picking up things to throw at him. Elliot ran over to Toni, grabbed her from behind and actually lifted her off of the ground, trying to get her to calm down.

"Are you alright?" Olivia asked Skoda, "What happened?"

"He did it!" Toni screamed, "He did it, he did it! He's one of the bastards that attacked me!"