Captain Donald Cragen awoke to someone violently shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes, taking a few minutes to adjust to the light. "Olivia, what's wrong?" She looked at him, tears pouring down from two black eyes. Her face was battered and bruised, every shade of black and blue.
"I need...I need help," she said, choking up. He sat up, taking her hand. "Who did this to you?" She let go of his hand and sat down brside him.
Olivia placed her head on his shoulder. "I don't...my mom...when I came home," she began to say, but she just as quickly began to choke up.
He placed his arm around her, pulling her closer. "It is okay. Calm down, and get some sleep. We will talk later. She looked up into his blur eyes, finding nothing but truth. "I can't sleep. Too much on my mind."
"Like what," he gently inquired. She heard the gentleness, the unconditional love, the truth in his voice. Olivia looked once more into his eyes before starting to talk.
"My mom and stepfather...they were pretty drunk when I got home for the night. They kept drinking. So, I suggested that they get some sleep, and they went ballistic. They beat the shit out of me before passing out. I grabbed my badge, gun, and go bag before coming here. I can't go back there to get the rest of my stuff or live, but I have nowhere else to live. I don't have a home."
"You do. You can stay with me as long as you need to. No one left behind. Welcome home," he replied, squeezing her closer and kissing her forehead.