Hey guys! This is that new crossover story I was talking about. I told you it wasn't gonna be a crossover with the Avengers and it isn't. It's a crossover with Law & Order: SVU! Did you guys expect that? Didn't think so! BOOM! Just blew all your minds! I'm basically gonna treat this like an episode of Law & Order: SVU. So, be prepared for dramatic chapters and a ton of them! Because, each Law & Order episode is an hour long. Also, I'm making it so that this has Detective Stabler in it. I loved him more than this new guy.

I hope you like it! It's definitely going to be my most dramatic.


It was another day of work for one of the maids at the Tipton hotel. (A/N Anyone recognize the name?) She got to another room. Doing the same routine, she knocked on the door. When there was no answer, she used her keycard to go in. She walked into the bedroom part of the room and was about to start making the bed. When she turned to the bed, she screamed bloody murder. On the bed was a naked girl. She had dark hair that was caked in blood. The sheets were covered in the same blood. There were three words carved into the girl's stomach. Not deep enough to kill her, but just enough to make her suffer. Whore, Slut, Bitch.


Within the next hour, the NYPD special victims unit was there at the scene. Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler were assigned to the case. They went up to the maid who discovered the girl. "What's the situation here?" Elliot asked her.

"I was coming into the room to clean and I found this girl on the bed." The maid explained. Just then, Olivia's phone rang. She stepped to the side to take it. "She was covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. Immediately after I found her, I called the police."

"Okay. You did fine." Elliot said, "We're gonna need the guest records to see who was in this room." The maid nodded, still a little shaken up, and left to get the records.

Olivia closed her phone and turned to Elliot. "That was the hospital. Our victim's awake."


Olivia and Elliot walked into the hospital room where their victim was being held. She was sitting on the bed quietly hugging herself in fear. She didn't seem to notice the detectives. Her hair and face had been washed. The detectives could now see she had long brunette hair, almost black eyes, and slightly tanned skin. Her left eye was starting to blacken and she had a cut on her right cheek. Olivia was the first one to step forward. She reached out to touch the girl's shoulder, but the girl jerked away.

"Who are you?" The girl asked harshly, "Are you gonna hurt me too?"

"No, no." Olivia reassured and the girl relaxed a little. "I'm Olivia Benson and this is my partner, Elliot Stabler." Elliot gave the girl a slight wave. Olivia was the one who was better at dealing with these victims. "We're here to help you. We just talked to the doctor and he said you can get out of here whenever you want. You'll be fine. Just you need to take pain medications for the stitches that some of your wounds required. But he also said… he said you were raped."

"I know that!" The girl almost yelled. "I can't close my eyes without seeing it over and over again!"

"That's normal." Elliot said soothingly as he came to stand at the foot of her bed.

"Yes it is." Olivia agreed, "Now, we need you to help us figure out who attacked you. But first, can you tell us who you are and if there's anyone we can call to come get you?"

"My name's Skye." The girl answered, "Please call my boyfriend and my team." Tears started falling out of her eyes.

"Okay. What's your boyfriend's name and how can we reach him?" Olivia asked.

"Grant Ward." Skye said. She motioned to her cell phone lying on the bedside table, "His number's in my cell phone. He probably texted and called me a thousand times. He must be worried sick." Olivia picked up the phone and saw that Skye was right. Grant had texted and called tons of times asking where she was and if she was okay. "I haven't seen him since I left to go to the bar last night." Olivia nodded and started dialing Grant's number. Skye tapped her shoulder right before she hit send, "Please don't tell him about the words on my stomach. Please."

"I won't." Olivia promised and called Grant.


On the bus, Ward was pacing back and forth with worry. "Ward," Simmons said, breaking him out of his thoughts, "Stop pacing. You'll cause a draft."

"How can I stop?" He almost yelled. That Berserker staff was still having effects on him and it was starting to show. "I haven't seen Skye since last night and she isn't answering her phone! How can I not worry?"

"Just calm down, Ward." Coulson said, "I'm sure Skye's fine."

Just then Ward's cell phone rang. "It's Skye!" He cried in happiness. He immediately accepted the call, "Skye, where are you?" He paused to hear the other person. His face turned grim, "What?" Pause, "Okay. Okay. We'll be there as soon as we can." He ended the call. The team looked at him with worried expressions. "Get in the van." He ordered and went to the van. The team followed closely wanting more explanation. "Skye's in the hospital."


Olivia ended the call with Grant and turned to Skye. "Your team's gonna be here as soon as they can." She told her.

"Thank you." Skye said, "You said I could go home when I want, right?" Olivia nodded, "Can you leave so I can get changed? I want to go home as soon as my team gets here."

"Of course." Olivia said and walked out of the room. She met Elliot down the hall in the lobby. "She wants to go home." She said, answering his unspoken question. "She doesn't want us to tell her team about the words cut into her stomach." Elliot nodded.

A few minutes later, five other people came rushing down the hallway. A man looking about 30 was leading them. He ran straight to the detectives. "Where is she?" He asked directly, "Where is Skye?"

"Just down the hall." Elliot answered. As soon as the words left his mouth, the man was off running down the hall.

"I'm sorry about him." An older man, maybe 50, apologized. "He's worried sick about Skye."

"That's fine." Olivia said.

"Is he her boyfriend?" Elliot asked.

"Yes." The man answered, "We're her team from SHIELD."

"She works for SHIELD?" Olivia asked.

"Yes. She's our computer specialist. Agent Grant Ward, her boyfriend, is training her to become an agent." He explained. "This is Agents Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz, our scientist team." The duo came up and waved. "This is Agent Melinda May, our pilot." May nodded. The man stuck out his hand, "I'm Agent Phil Coulson, the leader."

Elliot and Olivia shook his hand. Simmons stepped up to the detectives. "What happened to Skye?" She asked with worry lacing her voice.

"Is she okay?" Fitz continued.

"She's gonna be fine. She just needs to take some pain meds." Olivia explained. The pair calmed down a little.

"What happened to her?" May asked them again.

The detectives looked at each other, silently asking who should tell them. It was quietly agreed on Elliot. "She… uh… she was raped last night."

"What?" Fitzsimmons cried in unison. Simmons took off running to Skye's room. The team and detectives followed.

When they got to Skye's room, Skye and Ward were sitting on the bed. Skye was dressed now and in Ward's embrace. The team could hear Skye's muffled sobs into his shirt. "Skye!" Simmons said, her voice a mix of happy and worried.

Skye turned to Simmons. "Jemma!" Skye stood up and rushed over to hug Simmons. She continued to cry onto the biochemist's shoulder, "I'm so glad you guys are here!"

"We would always be here for you, Skye." Coulson said.

Skye pulled out of Simmons' hug and nodded with tears still streaming down her cheeks. Ward stood up and put her arms around her. She leaned into his comforting touch. "Skye," Olivia interrupted. The team turned to her, "I'm sorry, but we're gonna need you to answer a few questions for us."

Ward and the team looked at Skye expectantly. Finally, she quietly said, "Of course."

Olivia nodded. She and Elliot led Skye, still in Ward's arms, and the team into the lobby. The doctor who checked Skye stopped them. "Skye," He said and held out a pill bottle, "Here's your pain medication."

Skye was timid to get too close to another man, so she shrunk closer to Ward. Coulson took the bottle from the doctor, "Thank you, doctor." He said, "She is going to be okay right?"

"Physically, of course." The doctor said then continued, "But emotionally, I'm not sure. I would have her checked for PTSD."

"I'm not going to a therapist!" Skye yelled.

"Skye…" Ward tried but she cut him off.

"No, Grant! I'm not crazy!" Skye shouted at the doctor.

Ward took hold of her shoulders and turned her face to look at him, "He's not saying that." He soothed, "He's just saying you might have been traumatized."

Skye calmed down a little at his words. She looked at the detectives and then back at him. "They're going to find the guy who did this to me, right?" She asked innocently.

"Of course." Ward said confidently, "And I'm going to help them. We're going to find this guy and make him pay for doing this to you." Skye nodded and wiped a few tears off her cheeks. Ward tilted her head up and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "I promise."

Skye smiled. Ward never broke a promise and he sure as hell wasn't gonna break this one. He wrapped his arms around her again and she again leaned into his arms.

"But she is going to be okay, right?" Coulson asked again.

"Don't worry, Agent Coulson," The doctor said, "Your daughter is gonna be just fine."

"Wait." Skye interrupted, "His daughter?"


Oooooh! Left you on a bit of a cliffhanger, huh? Well, I said it was gonna be like an episode of Law & Order and they do this all the time. I should know. I've wasted hundreds of hours watching this show. Well, not wasted. It's a good show. Really good. You all should watch it if your parents let you. Though, my mom and dad let me watch this kind of stuff at age 7, so… yeah.

Quote of the Day: People cry, not because they're weak, but because they've been strong for too long –Johnny Depp

Song Suggestion: DNA –Little Mix

R&R please! I love reading reviews. And if I get a lot of reviews, I might just get the next chapter up sooner. *Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge*