(Disclaimer: who invented these things, anyway? I mean, who really decided that everyone had to state that they did not have the rights to something? It's kind of "Duh!" isn't it? Oh, don't own FMA or SVU.)

(AN: Hello, all! It's been so long since I've seen your smiling faces! I'm extremely excited and nervous to be putting up this story. You see, this is my first non-con. I've had the interest for a while now- just look at my favorites- but have overall grown tired of the stereotypical non-con, in which it's not really rape, it's just sex where one person happens to be unwilling. So, I am writing a real non-con, with phychological scarring and everything. The fact that it's crossed over with Law and Order: Special Victims Unit might give you a better idea of what that entails [though if you haven't seen it, it won't interfere with the story too much. The rating is for somewhat graphic rape and accurate vocabulary. Oh, and please don't judge the first chapter too harsh- I should have the second up relatively soon, and I don't like the first chapter all that much. It had to be done for introductions.)

Roy stared blankly at the phone as it rang. It was too early, much too early, for anyone to be calling his office. That's why he was there at seven in the morning; he needed to get some damn paperwork done without being interrupted so that he could make it to the meeting this afternoon so that he could get in with the higher-ups so he could become Fuhrer President. Obviously, therefore, answering this phone call could jeopardize his chances at becoming the Fuhrer. When put like that, it seemed right, no, necessary to let the phone ring until the answering machine could pick up. Satisfied with his reasoning, Roy returned to glaring at his paperwork, until-

"Please… Roy, please…"

The broken, sobbing voice wrenched his heart and chilled his spine. Roy lunged for the phone, knocking over his cup of coffee in the process. "Ed, what's going on?" There was a round of shaking sobs. "Ed!"

"P…please," he choked between sobs. "Help…"

Roy was already out of his chair and edging around his desk, trying to stay close enough to the phone for the cord to reach. "Where are you?"

After several attempts Ed forced out a street name; Roy turned around to summon someone, but both Hawkeye and Havoc were already peering in his door, alerted by his previous exclamation. Roy gestured for them to enter. "Just stay where you are, okay? I'll be right there!"

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The street was only a five minute drive from headquarters, but it was still too long. Roy ran all possible circumstances through his head as they went: Al had been killed, Ed had lost another limb, that blond friend had been killed…. It was a small street. Roy stepped out of the car as soon as Havoc pulled it to a stop, Hawkeye right behind him.

They found Ed curled over in the phone booth where he'd called from. Roy had seen him in bad shape before: that fight with Scar; random times he'd returned from missions with shattered automail and bandaged head. None of them compared to his condition now.

His automail was gone: his right sleeve and lower left pant leg hung limp. His remaining foot was bare. His clothing was plastered to his skin with blood in more areas than not; Roy could smell the metallic scent in the air. Blood matted his hair in random blotches. His lips were swollen and pulpy. There was a large, flowering bruise on his left cheek; the upper edge was oozing blood where flesh had been mashed against bone, and myriad other cuts and bruises covered all visible parts of his body. His eyes bore dark circles from blood loss, and… Roy didn't want to contemplate the despair that spilled over with his tears.

"Oh, crap," Havoc breathed as he reached them.

Roy snapped out of his shock. "Get the car for me!" He grabbed Ed's arm, but quickly let go as Ed suppressed a scream. Trying more gently, he picked him up and carried him back to the car as Hawkeye got the door and assisted him in laying Ed across the back seat while Ed whimpered softly. Hawkeye stayed in the back with Ed as Roy and Havoc got in. "Take us to the hospital," Roy murmured to Havoc.

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Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler walked the hospital halls next to Dr. Louwer, a woman in her mid-thirties with a loose black bun. "He was practically hysterical when he was brought in here; we had to give him an anesthesia just to treat him. I ran a rape kit after I noticed severe injuries to his anus. We found residue of semen there and vaginal fluid on his penis. None of his clothing was torn or damaged, and I've already set them aside for evidence. He's missing his automail, too. We already took pictures of his injuries; we should be able to get them to you tomorrow. Colonel Mustang is in the waiting room. I already told him about the… situation."

"Thank you," Elliot nodded to the doctor, opening the door to the waiting room with Elliot behind her.

The colonel was sitting in a chair amidst the other inhabitants of the room, elbows on his knees and head face-down in his hands. "Colonel Mustang?" Olivia questioned. The man looked up and stood in one fluid movement. His face was carefully blank.

Both investigators saluted briefly. "I'm First Lieutenant Benson, this is First Lieutenant Stabler. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" Mustang nodded stiffly.

"I'm going to check evidence," Elliot told Olivia; she nodded, leading Mustang to a corner of the room where they wouldn't risk being overheard.

"You're the one who brought Edward in, aren't you?"

"Right. I was at the office early, and he called me. I went to get him as soon as he gave me the street name."

"He called you?"

"Yah." Something flashed across his face; it passed, but his voice had changed. "He was crying. I haven't heard him cry since he was twelve."

"Can you tell us where you found him?"

"Sure." Mustang jotted down an address in a book he pulled from his pocket, tore out the page, and handed it to Olivia. "He was in a phone booth right outside there. I already had the MPs tape it off and gather evidence, since I knew he'd been attacked… before I knew he'd been…" Mustang drew and released a shuddering breath, then looked Olivia in the eye. "I want on this case."

Olivia was taken aback. "What?"

"I'm his superior officer; I have the right to be part of any investigation involving a subordinate."

"Yes," Olivia said slowly, "but- I really don't think that would be a good idea. You have a previous relationship with Edward."

"And?"

"Working this case would be very difficult. It would be best-"

"I want in."

Olivia sighed. "Take it up with Captain Cragen, then. The head of our unit," she added when he looked blank.

"Alright, I will. Anything else?"

"Yes. It's procedure to get DNA from family members and, in military cases, officers the victim was in close contact with."

Revulsion filled his previously mask-like face. "You… you think that…"

"We don't think anything yet, Colonel Mustang. It's just procedure to check people that were close to the victim."

Mustang nodded slowly. "Right. Okay. I'll get my subordinates to give some DNA. The only family he has is his younger brother, but… you don't need his DNA," he finished awkwardly, looking slightly worried.

Olivia chose to accept his statement for now, instead focusing on a more important matter. "We'll need DNA from your female subordinates, too."

Mustang stared at her blankly for a moment, then exploded with "Son of a bitch!" as he violently raked his fingers through his hair. After a few heavy breaths, he muttered quietly, "A friend of Ed's is visiting him and Al. Do you want hers too?"

Olivia was a bit surprised at his readiness to offer up people for testing. "That would be helpful."

"Right." Mustang stood up straighter and rolled his shoulders back. "I should go tell them, then."

Olivia nodded to him. "We'll be in touch soon, Colonel." She left through the doors she entered, going to find Elliot and see what sort of evidence they had. She hoped there was something solid and obvious; the conversation she'd just had hadn't been what she was expecting.

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Roy walked out of the hospital into the darkened parking lot to his car. He'd driven here by himself; Al and Winry, visiting from Resembool, had stayed in the waiting room until mid-afternoon, when Roy came by and convinced Al (after much arguing and worrying) to take Winry and wait at the hotel with the assurance that Roy would tell him as soon as he found out anything.

As Roy slid into the driver's seat, he sighed heavily and leaned on the steering wheel.