Title: Numbed
Author: ArtemisEyes14
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: Consider all of the SVU characters my Christmas gift from Dick Wolf. *Sigh*, I only wish. I'm just borrowing them. They're his.
A/N: Hello, all. Okay, this is my first attempt at a SVU fic w/ chapters and stuff, not just a one-shot, so be nice. I have ideas, but suggestions are still greatly appreciated. Now, there's one thing I have to tell you. There's an *aha!* moment at the end of this chapter, but if you haven't watched any of the first 13 episodes of the show, you probably won't understand it. Brian Cassidy was a detective in the SVU in the first season (played by Dean Winters). He couldn't take all the emotionalness (nice word, I know), so Cragen transferred him to narcotics. Ah, see, but not before he and Olivia had a little fling. So be warned, there will be tension here.
Olivia fiddled aimlessly with the binder clip that had held the pages upon pages of Paige Lohan's file together. Another case closed. Olivia leaned far back in her chair and propped her black leather boots up on the desk, awaiting, or rather, dreading, another assignment from the captain. She was tired. She could barely hold up her eyelids. She wanted to nuzzle underneath her covers and go to sleep in her own bed, though she knew her unrelenting insomnia would never let her.
But the victims were more important than her sleep deprivation, which is why Olivia kicked herself when she found herself thinking 'Oh no,' as a young girl wandered into the squadroom. Was she really that selfish? She didn't need sleep. From the looks of it, the girl had been through much worse than a few nights without any shut-eye.
The child - if about fifteen really warranted that term - had deep auburn hair pulled back in a headband. It looked as though it had once been immaculate, but now was knotted and tangled. She wore a white polo shirt and a baby blue kilt with a tear up the side. She was slender, with toned legs and a pale complexion. Bruises were beginning to form on her cheeks and neck. Her eyes were red, a result of crying, but her irises were a light aquamarine color. Even through the tears, they scintillated. She reminded Olivia of Snow White. The girl shuddered with a light sob, looked the detective in the eye, and uttered a single word. "Hi."
"Hi there," Olivia replied in her gentle tone. "I'm Olivia. Can I help you?" She asked the question out of courtesy, though she could already tell why the girl was here. Liv had been working in SVU for almost 7 years; she had learned to read people, read vics. And if she was right, she could do very little to help her.
"Um, w-well..." the girl stuttered, obviously shaken. She pulled her kilt around her tighter. "I was." she trailed off, then started over. "I was raped."
Olivia sighed in sadness. "Okay, honey, why don't I take you into this room, alright, and you can tell me about it." She led the girl into the interview room and pulled out a chair for her. The girl sunk into the chair and Olivia sat down across from her. She smiled wearily at the young woman, a futile attempt at restoring her confidence. "What's your name?"
"Giselle," she answered, staring down at her lap. "Giselle Kennedy."
"And how old are you, Giselle?" Olivia held her breath, not really wanting to hear the truth.
"I'll be sixteen in three weeks." Breathing out, Olivia felt a pang of sorrow. Fifteen. Her life was over at fifteen.
"Alright, Giselle, well, can I get you anything? Anything to eat, to drink?" Olivia asked, mostly for the girl's benefit but also for her own. Olivia's eyes threatened to shut completely if she didn't get some caffeine soon.
"No, I'm okay, really." A tear dropped from Giselle's cheek into her lap. In a moment, her tone changed from confused and terrified to quite frank. "I just want to make my statement, go to the hospital for a rape kit, and go home."
Olivia was slightly taken aback at her knowledge of standard police procedure, and at her sudden emotional switch. Usually victims weren't so businesslike about reliving their attacks. "Okay. How do you know so much about police work?"
"My stepdad's a detective." Giselle paused. "Narcotics."
"Oh," Olivia answered, interested and offended at the same time. What kind of sick bastard would rape a cop's stepdaughter? "And what's his name?" she asked.
"You won't tell him, will you?" Giselle asked hesitantly, returning to her original frightened manner. Olivia shook her head. Giselle seemed to ponder this response for a moment, then answered. "Brian. Detective Brian Cassidy."
I know that was kind of short, but it will be continued soon, I promise. Like I said, feedback is always welcome. Please. See, I asked nicely, now how can you refuse?
Author: ArtemisEyes14
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: Consider all of the SVU characters my Christmas gift from Dick Wolf. *Sigh*, I only wish. I'm just borrowing them. They're his.
A/N: Hello, all. Okay, this is my first attempt at a SVU fic w/ chapters and stuff, not just a one-shot, so be nice. I have ideas, but suggestions are still greatly appreciated. Now, there's one thing I have to tell you. There's an *aha!* moment at the end of this chapter, but if you haven't watched any of the first 13 episodes of the show, you probably won't understand it. Brian Cassidy was a detective in the SVU in the first season (played by Dean Winters). He couldn't take all the emotionalness (nice word, I know), so Cragen transferred him to narcotics. Ah, see, but not before he and Olivia had a little fling. So be warned, there will be tension here.
Olivia fiddled aimlessly with the binder clip that had held the pages upon pages of Paige Lohan's file together. Another case closed. Olivia leaned far back in her chair and propped her black leather boots up on the desk, awaiting, or rather, dreading, another assignment from the captain. She was tired. She could barely hold up her eyelids. She wanted to nuzzle underneath her covers and go to sleep in her own bed, though she knew her unrelenting insomnia would never let her.
But the victims were more important than her sleep deprivation, which is why Olivia kicked herself when she found herself thinking 'Oh no,' as a young girl wandered into the squadroom. Was she really that selfish? She didn't need sleep. From the looks of it, the girl had been through much worse than a few nights without any shut-eye.
The child - if about fifteen really warranted that term - had deep auburn hair pulled back in a headband. It looked as though it had once been immaculate, but now was knotted and tangled. She wore a white polo shirt and a baby blue kilt with a tear up the side. She was slender, with toned legs and a pale complexion. Bruises were beginning to form on her cheeks and neck. Her eyes were red, a result of crying, but her irises were a light aquamarine color. Even through the tears, they scintillated. She reminded Olivia of Snow White. The girl shuddered with a light sob, looked the detective in the eye, and uttered a single word. "Hi."
"Hi there," Olivia replied in her gentle tone. "I'm Olivia. Can I help you?" She asked the question out of courtesy, though she could already tell why the girl was here. Liv had been working in SVU for almost 7 years; she had learned to read people, read vics. And if she was right, she could do very little to help her.
"Um, w-well..." the girl stuttered, obviously shaken. She pulled her kilt around her tighter. "I was." she trailed off, then started over. "I was raped."
Olivia sighed in sadness. "Okay, honey, why don't I take you into this room, alright, and you can tell me about it." She led the girl into the interview room and pulled out a chair for her. The girl sunk into the chair and Olivia sat down across from her. She smiled wearily at the young woman, a futile attempt at restoring her confidence. "What's your name?"
"Giselle," she answered, staring down at her lap. "Giselle Kennedy."
"And how old are you, Giselle?" Olivia held her breath, not really wanting to hear the truth.
"I'll be sixteen in three weeks." Breathing out, Olivia felt a pang of sorrow. Fifteen. Her life was over at fifteen.
"Alright, Giselle, well, can I get you anything? Anything to eat, to drink?" Olivia asked, mostly for the girl's benefit but also for her own. Olivia's eyes threatened to shut completely if she didn't get some caffeine soon.
"No, I'm okay, really." A tear dropped from Giselle's cheek into her lap. In a moment, her tone changed from confused and terrified to quite frank. "I just want to make my statement, go to the hospital for a rape kit, and go home."
Olivia was slightly taken aback at her knowledge of standard police procedure, and at her sudden emotional switch. Usually victims weren't so businesslike about reliving their attacks. "Okay. How do you know so much about police work?"
"My stepdad's a detective." Giselle paused. "Narcotics."
"Oh," Olivia answered, interested and offended at the same time. What kind of sick bastard would rape a cop's stepdaughter? "And what's his name?" she asked.
"You won't tell him, will you?" Giselle asked hesitantly, returning to her original frightened manner. Olivia shook her head. Giselle seemed to ponder this response for a moment, then answered. "Brian. Detective Brian Cassidy."
I know that was kind of short, but it will be continued soon, I promise. Like I said, feedback is always welcome. Please. See, I asked nicely, now how can you refuse?