This is my first time posting so I'm not really sure how to do this but I think I'm supposed to say something about not owning the characters. I don't. I feel the need to tell you english is not my first language so bare that in mind and I hope my spell checker is magical.
This story is set about ten months after detective Rollins entered the SVU. I'm completely ignoring the Murphy/gambling incident, not cause I didn't enjoy that storyline but because I wanted Rollins to be very anonymous up to this date. That's all I guess. Hope you enjoy.
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A worry had moved into his body as the day turned to night. He wasn't sure what it was but it was a somewhat familiar feeling to him. He could feel when the universe tried to tell him something. He'd always felt as though he had a spiritual soul. It had started as a knot in his stomach. Somewhat similar to feeling hungry but he could tell these feelings apart by now. It had grown to a bigger knot. He'd watched over his shoulder from time to time. Felt like someone was watching him. Of course he'd find no one was there once he turned.
–What's up? Olivia had asked once she'd seen him turn his head at least five times as she sat a couple of yards from him in the squad room. –Not sure. He sighed. -I'm gonna grab a drink. You want something? He asked but she turned him down with a I'm fine thanks. The feeling of awaiting doom followed him into the break room as he poured himself a glass of juice from the fridge. He tried to shake the feeling off by walking down the hallway a couple of times before he turned back to his desk. He reached the squad room just as Olivia's phone went off. She was typing away on her computer and the ringtone made her jump even though she'd heard it million of times before. Fin stopped dead in his tracks, cup froze just underneath his lip as he was about to take a zip of the cold juice. He watched Liv's face as she answered. He could barely hear her but he saw her lips move in that familiar way. Detective Benson. Her face had been at rest when she answered but soon became tense. Fin watched her intensely. It was a very brief call. Liv's eyes became narrower as she learnt something from the person on the other side of the line. She didn't say anything, she just listen. Then her lips moved and she hung up. She immediately rose. She spotted Fin and waved him over with a gesture that made it obvious she wanted him to hurry up. He walked over to her quickly. He saw her grab her jacket from her chair and then turn back to him just as he got there.
–St Anne's emergency. Amanda was brought in. The knot in Fin's stomach just suddenly up solved and the worry spread into his entire body. He put his cup down on Liv's desk and rushed towards the exit with Liv just a step behind. –Talk. Fin said as they moved down the stairs. –Beat up. Unconscious. That's all I know. They found her badge. They had reached the pavement. –My car. Liv said and gestured to where she was turning. They got in and took of with a screech. At this time at night on a workday the streets weren't busy and with the lights flashing Liv could drive fast. Fin's mind was spinning. He'd felt something was off tonight. Why hadn't he linked it to Amanda. He'd apparently cursed out loud cause Liv told him; -She could be fine. We don't know anything yet. Fin couldn't turn his eyes to her. He kept them on the road ahead. They couldn't reach St Anne's soon enough. Liv found a parking lot opposite the emergency entrance and jerked to a stop. Fin was out before her but she caught up just as he entered the doors. Liv held up her badge at the first nurse she spotted.
–Detective Amanda Rollins was brought in… was all she had to say as the nurse interrupted her. –Oh good you're here. The nurse said and led them down the corridor in a fast pace. –She woke up and she's… she didn't have to say more as they heard turmoil a few doors down. The nurse smiled uncomfortable at them. –She wants to leave. She explained and held up a door to them. As detectives they were used to quickly scanning any scene they got to and this was no exception. There were five people in the room. A doctor, two nurses, a security guard and Amanda. Everyone except for Amanda were placed at the door as to stop her from leaving. The gurney, on which Amanda surely had been lying on earlier, had been pushed to the side. The sheet had some blood spots. Amanda's boots were tossed by the wall on the other side of the gurney. Amanda stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the new arrivals. –Oh geesh. She sighed as the realization hit and she turned around as she covered her face with both hands. –Of course they had to call you. She whispered. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and on top a white tee that had obvious signs of tearing and some blood spots on the back. Her dark jeans had lighter chalking residue on them too, looked like she'd been in a dirty fight on the ground at some point. Her hair was pulled back in a loose braid that was now messed up and strands of her hair had fallen out. Both Liv and Fin had seen the state of her face. The dark red on her chin, the scrapes on her jaw line and the bloody lips. Both upper and lower. As she pulled up her hands to her face they saw her scraped elbows and bruised knuckles.
Once Fin and Liv entered the scene had subsided quickly. As Fin slowly approached Amanda Liv pulled the doctor outside. The nurses started to clean up the things that had shattered around the room as Amanda tried to exit. The guard still wanted to make sure the situation was under control and watched intensely as Fin approached the distressed patient. Fin just took a solid stance about two yards from Amanda and let her have the time to cool down.
Meanwhile Liv and the doctor stepped outside. –We're detective Benson and Tutuola. We work with detective Rollins. Can you tell me what happen? The doctor nodded and then spoke. –She was brought in by a couple. They said they found her in an alley. They should still be in the waiting area if you want to talk to them. She was attacked by a man that they spooked and he ran. Since she didn't wake up they drove her in here. –No ambulance? The doctor shook his head. –Okay. Go on. –We got her in. She was unconscious but in a stable condition. We put a monitor on her, vitals looked rather good. We found the badge and called you immediately. We were working her over when she woke up and… the doctor looked towards the door. –She just wanted to leave. –Her injuries? –Well I didn't really get a chance to look her over properly so it's just what's obvious. She's taken a beating. She seems to be moving around rather easy though but I still won't let her go until I've at least checked her ribcage and for concussion. Liv nodded. A nurse left the room and walked past them. –And detective… the doctor got her attention. –She was brought in with a ripped shirt and unzipped pants so there's a chance… he left it at that. Liv swallowed and gave him a couple of small nods. –So you'll let her leave as soon as you've checked ribs and head? –If that's cleared then yes. But if not I might want to do a CAT scan. Liv nodded and took the lead to go back in.