Narrator- In the Criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.

-Dun Dun-

"I'll be over to get you in an hour, honey...No, you know I want to see you...I just have to finish up here. I'll see you soon...Alright, buh-bye sweetie." The phone hit the receiver and Detective Elliot Stable stood at the sound of it. Stretching, he made his way to the corner of the large room, preparing a couple cups of coffee. He wasn't feeling his best tonight. He knew he would hear it from his ex-wife for being late to pick up his daughter. But she had to know that work was important to him. After all, that is why they called it quits.

Returning to his desk with the cups, setting one down for his loyal partner, Olivia Benson, he plopped down, took a sip, and started in on more paperwork.

"If you need to go, Elliot. I can finish up." Said Olivia from across the way. She could tell he was a little depressed about not getting to see his kids much. She seemed to often find herself reaching out to him, only to find he wouldn't take her hand. And the same would happen with her.

"No, no. I got it." He said taking another gulp and then continuing the job he made an oath to do.

An hour had passed and Elliot had finished most of his work. "I'll finish up tomorrow. See ya, Benson." Elliot called back to the room he had already exited. Once Elliot walked out the door, jacket on, ready to drive off to his ex-wifes place, his phone rang. "Aw, no no." He whispered fiercely as he answered. "Stabler...alright...alright...meet me downstairs, I'll drive." And with that, Elliot slammed the phone shut and made his way to the car to meet Olivia. Apparently his daughter would have to wait a while longer.

Arriving to a darkened warehouse not far from the bay, Elliot and his partner hopped out of the car, slamming the doors behind them.

"About time you showed up." Came the sarcastic voice and half smile of the resident forensic investigator, Melinda Warner. "I was on my way to the morgue and I got a call. What's going on?" She asked, just arriving herself.

"Heard there was a rape in an abandoned warehouse. Perp nowhere in sight." Olivia said in a half yawn. She wasn't bored with her job at all. But two days without sleep did things to you. "I'm gonna talk to her now, wanna come?"

"Yeah, lemme get my kit." Melinda called to Olivia as she was already walking away.

A few minutes later, Olivia and Melinda came back to a lazy looking Elliot who had just finished reviewing statements with a nearby policeman.

"She talk?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"Only thing she said was he was tall. Refused a rape kit and shunned us off. Either she's too scared to talk or she's covering for him." Olivia said defensively. She wasn't usually the one to point to the victim as being wrong, but her job required the facts, and it was an opinion she always stood by.

"Well, lets get her to the hospital." Elliot said, knowing he wouldn't get to see his daughter tonight.

"No, Elliot, you go home. Be with Maureen. She needs you. We've got the girl." Olivia stated with an Agreeing Melinda behind her. "Thanks" he smiled, and with that he was in the car and on his way.

Elliot hit traffic on the Long Island Express Way, unfortunately. Nothing that usually happened this time of night, but then again, he didn't usually take this route.

About halfway there, Elliot's phone rang again. With a heavy sigh, he reached to his coat, pulled it out, and answered in a rather nasty tone.

"Yeah." he practically shouted into the little hole on the side.

"Elliot, where are you?" Came the voice of the Captain Donald Cragen.

"I'm halfway home, why? What's goin' on?"

"Elliot...there's no easy way to tell you this over the pho..." Cragen said quietly only to be cut off by a nearing frantic Elliot.

"What's goin' on, Captain?" He said in a monotone voice.

"Elliot there was a break-in at your wifes'. Kathy was badly hurt, and...Elliot. Allison and Maureen didn't make it."

Elliot took a long pause as his car was slowing down more and more. What he just heard broke his heart in two. The first thing that ran through his mind was the terror that his little girls must have felt. And poor Kathy. That woman had been through so much through-out their time together.

The second thought that came through his mind, as he raced to the Hospital, was that revenge was not far off.