A/N: Sorry about the long wait... I was having a major case of writer's block.
Disclaimer: Rosealie Laylynn Thompson and her father are the product of my imagination. The others aren't mine
"Where do you live, Rosealie?"
"2540 West Avenue, why?"
"So that we can stop your daddy from hurting you."
"Oh, ok..."
"Rosealie, can you describe, in detail, what Daddy did to you?" Olivia asked cautiously. This is the part I really hate.
"I guess."
FLASHBACK
"Come 'ere, you asswipe! You call that a meal! Microwaved hot dogs!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy, but there wasn't anything else left in the fridge."
"You know what's going to happen now? I'm gonna teach you to do a better job!"
"NOOOOOO! Please don't, Daddy!"
"Why must you be so much like your whoring mother? It's your fault this is happenning; if you weren't so much like her I wouldn't be doing this."
Jeff Thompson picked up his daughter by the throat, and slammed her small, frail body against the wall. He proceeded to tear off her clothes while Rosealie screamed and begged for her father to stop hurting her. Jeff then raped her repeatedly, and beat her into unconsciousness.
END FLASHBACK
That BASTARD! I'm gonna personally stick his balls in a blender; I can't believe anyone would actually do that to their child.
Rosealie continues to sob uncontrollably and her vice grip on Olivia's waist grew stronger. Olivia whispered soothing words into Rosealie's ear untill Rosealie finally fell asleep.
Poor thing is all tuckered out. I'll let her sleep in the crib.
Back in the Squadroom
Cregan is still talking on the phone, John and Fin are out canvassing, and Elliot is with his kids for today; meaning I am all alone untill at least 5pm. When Rosealie wakes up I'll take her to the hospital; they can do a rape kit and a maternity test. First, I'll bring in the father for questioning.
Thompson Residence 3:12pm
"Mr. Thompson, open up; it's the police!"
"What do you want, doll face?" Mr. Thompson asked seductively.
"You need to take a ride with me down to my precinct."
"What for, sweetheart?" This guy is really a sick fuck.
"To talk about your daughter. She came in earlier. Crying about how you raped her."
"I didn't rape her, I disciplined her. She is as bad as her mother."
"Who is her mother?" Hopefully she won't have to have that maternity test done after all.
"Sarah Mackenzie. Last I heard, she's in the Marines, and fucking her CO. The little whore."
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I wanted to get it up. R&R I could really use some ideas right about now.
