Chapter 1

"So are you doing anything interesting this weekend, Elliot?" Olivia questioned as she flipped through a victims file. The precinct was slow and both detectives worked on loose paperwork. The room was quiet. Munch and Fin were out to respond to a call.

"Hmmm," Elliot drummed his fingers as he searched for an answer. "Probably just go home, order a pizza, and watch reruns. Oh, the life of a bachelor."

"Does Kathy have the kids this weekend?"

"Yep, I had them last weekend so… How about yourself?"

"Casey and I are actually going to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels on Broadway. We need a girl's night out."

"Sounds fun." Elliot responded. He wished he had a friend to hang out with. Ever since the divorce, he never knew what to do with his time. "Maybe Munch or Fin would want to do something. We can try out that new bar on Fifth." He thought to himself.

Elliot was torn from his thoughts. A woman in about her late thirties or early forties had entered the room. Olivia had also spotted the woman, and rose to her feet.

"Can I help you?" Olivia asked soothingly. It was apparent from her face that all was not well. But this was a common occurrence for the two. It wasn't rare for women to come to the precinct to report a rape, sexual harassment, etc.

"Yeah, um, my name is Kara Proctor. Um, I um, want to report a rape, well sexual assault um…"

"Kara, I'm Olivia. Can I take you in the questioning room and get your statement?"

"Um, ok," the girl numbly followed Olivia into the small room. Elliot followed obediently behind.

"Olivia took a seat next to the girl. Elliot grabbed a chair on the opposite side of the room. He did not want to frighten her, but wanted to be in for the statement.

"Ok, Kara, start at the beginning." Olivia explained. "Take your time."

"Ok, well, it started last month. I just got a new job working at an investment firm. You know, the boss is a big Wall Street tycoon and all that. I just moved to New York, and am a CPA. It seemed like a good job, it pays well. Well, a couple of weeks after I started, Mr. Schmidt, my boss, started to flirt with me, at first just playful flirting, but it accelerated quickly. He'd touch my butt, or my breast and laugh, compliment me on what a great body I have. I didn't know what to do, I don't want to lose my job. Well, one evening, I'd stay late to finish up some work, He asked me into his office. He told me that if I slept with him he'd give me a raise. I of course rejected his offer and left as quickly as I could. Well, the same thing happened a few days later. But this time, he planned it better. He managed to lock the door and told me if I didn't comply, he'd ruin me. He knew I am new to New York, and he has power on Wall Street. If I said no, he'd ruin my career. So I gave in. Well, it happened several other times. I'd try to stay away from him and his office, but he managed to coax me in some way or another. Then, I started to realize I wasn't the only woman. I'd see other female employees leaving his office, obviously uncomfortable or upset. And word gets around in the office. I felt so disgraced. I felt like I was only successful because I was sleeping with my boss. So one night, he tried it again. I'd stayed late to finish up a particularly large load of work. I think he planned it so I would stay late. Well, anyway, when he made his move I refused. I told him I wasn't going to do it anymore. That even if I was to lose my job, it just wasn't worth it anymore. Well, he got mad, he said he'd give me one more chance to comply. When I said no and moved toward the door, he grabbed me and through me onto his desk. I screamed out, but he slapped me across the face." Tears had now begun to pour from Kara's eyes. "He ripped my skirt off, and then my underwear. He did the same to my top and bra, and climbed on top of me. He was so violent. It hurt so bad." Kara cried freely as she relived the experience. "When it was all over, he got up and kissed me on the cheek and told me to get dressed. He told me "We wouldn't want anyone to think anything now would we.""

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"Kara," Olivia began gently, "When did the rape occur?"

"Two days ago. I've probably showered dozens of times since. I just can't get rid of this feeling."

"Kara, do you still have the clothes from that night, your underwear?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, I put them in a bag and through them in my closet. I can never wear them again."

"We're going to need them for evidence. We can run tests and see if we can find any traces of spermicide."

"But Kara, this is going to be your word against his. Since it happened a few days ago, we can't run a rape kit, so we don't have much physical evidence. You said there are other women. We're going to need other statements. Can you give us any other names?" Elliot questioned. He hated when there was no evidence. No matter how long he worked in SVU, the idea of men like Mr. Schmidt taking advantage of innocent women disgusted him.

"Um, I don't know. I mean, um, none of us have ever spoken about it. I just know its happened to other women. I've seen the look on their faces. Um…"

"Are there any women you've seen more than once? Women that you know and can give us the name of."

"Um, Taylor Huntington, I think."

"Ok, I'll drive you home, and get the clothes from you." Olivia explained.

"Ok, thank you," Kara responded through tears.

Olivia arrived back at the precinct a half hour later. She had the bag of clothes to take to the lab.

"I'll drop those off with Warner on my way home," Elliot volunteered

"Thanks"

"So do you think there are other women?" Olivia asked Elliot.

"Oh, I know there are other women. I just don't know if we'll find another one who'll talk. He's a powerful man on Wall Street."

Olivia shook her head in dismay.

A/N:

This is my first SVU fic, so please R&R and tell me what you guys think. Please be nice but honest.