Hey guys! This is my first go at writing, but I was so inspired by other people's stories, I wanted to have a go myself! Sorry the layout isn't great but I'm using my phone and its taking me a long time to edit my uploads.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I do plan to make the next chapter longer!
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Gracie's POV
As soon as they walked in, I knew. I'd taken some files from the squad's latest case and was sat going over them. It was brutal, but unfortunately what I needed to reacquaint myself with SVU. I happened to look up and saw a woman, around my age, pulling a a little girl behind her into the squad room. She was 5, maybe, with long dark hair, right down to her waist. She glanced up and looked right at me with big blue eyes, and I was positive I'd never seen such sad eyes in a child. This wasn't my first rodeo, I'd seen lots of abused kids whilst I was working SVU, but there was something about this girl that was woman looked flustered and her cheeks were tear stained. I wondered over to them slowly, until I caught her eye. She was vacant, and her pupils were like pin pricks. Before I had a chance to say anything, the woman grabbed my arm.
"Is this where you come to report abuse?" She asked, still holding onto my arm like it was keeping her from falling.
"It's okay, try and breath. You're in the right place." I gently placing my hand on hers. "Shall we go somewhere more private?"
"She nodded frantically, and I realised Sonny hadn't done a brilliant job of showing me around. Turning around, I caught Amanda's eye, who had been hovering nearby. She understood straight away, and I introduced her.
"This is Amanda. Amanda, this is..." I trailed off, looking at the woman to introduce herself.
"I'm Gina. And this is my kid, Sky" she looked down and, despite the fact she was high, her eyes were full of love. I crouched down to her level and smiled.
"Hey Sky, I'm Gracie. Would it be okay if Amanda and I hang out with you and your Mom for a bit?" She looked down, hiding behind her hair, but gave a small nod.
"Awesome. Amanda's going to take you to a room, I'll just be a minute."
I headed towards the Lieutenant's office. I hadn't seen her all morning, and the door was closed. I knocked and waited, not really knowing the etiquette she liked when it came to entering her office. All CO's were different. She stood and walked towards the door, and my eyes were glued to the way her hips moved. My gaze trailed up her body and settled on her face. Fuck, she was hot.
"You don't have to wait", she said as she opened the door and headed back to her desk. "No-one else seems to."
We smiled at each other, and I held our eye contact, letting a spark fly between us. She blatantly blushed and looked away, smiling inwardly. I had a good gaydar and she was definitely straight. Yet I made her uncomfortable, and couldn't help but enjoy it.
"So, we've caught a case. We've got a Mom here with her daughter and she wants to report abuse. I'd say she's high on something, probably heroin, but she's really upset and something has clearly happened to the girl." Olivia shook her head, her expression pained.
"Where are they now?"
"Amanda has taken them to a room. The little girl is called Sky and, seriously Lieutenant, this child is damaged."
"Okay... well get a brief idea of what's happened and then split them up. Do you know where the children's interview room is?"
I shook my head and she walked out of her office. I followed and, despite the situation, I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass. FUCKING HELL GRACIE, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. She showed me where to take Sky once I knew what was going on, and went back to her office to ring the ADA that worked with child abuse cases. I knocked on the door that Amanda had taken them to and, taking a deep breath, walked into the room.
Olivia's POV
I was stood at the two way mirror, looking in at the children's interview room. My new Sergeant had spent the last three hours with the girl. She'd brought her out for drinks and snacks, and had played games with her, careful not to continuously bombard her with questions. Her patience was admirable, and she definitely knew what she was doing. She'd been at Homicide for three years, yet with the way she was handling this traumatised little girl, it was hard to believe she had ever left SVU. I was still looking at her in an unfamiliar way, enjoying watching the way she moved, and the look of genuine compassion in her eyes as she spoke to the victim. She did something to me. I didn't know what, and wasn't prepared to entertain that question. I was trying my best to focus on Sky, who was slowly starting to open up. Her story was an sad one. The mother was on heroin, something she was very open about from the beginning, and had been seeing another drug addict. She'd explained it was nothing but a convenient relationship, pooling two social security checks for their habits. Half of me was angry at the dangers she'd put her child in, the other half respected her for her honesty. It was bad enough that Sky had been living in a chaotic environment, rarely bathed, or dressed in clean clothes. Often going hungry. But Gina had woken that morning, earlier than usual. She got up to look for the scum she'd brought into her daughter's home, to find him in the bathroom with her. She was stood, completely naked and crying in pain, whilst he was penetrating her with a finger and pleasuring himself. According to Gina, she'd screamed at him, started hitting him, and he'd punched her, before taking all the money in the apartment and taking off. She'd questioned her daughter, begged her to divulge how long he'd been doing it, what else he'd done to her. But Sky had just looked down, saying absolutely nothing. In a blur, she'd got them both here (although not before having a fix, I noted). Sky had sporadically divulged the things 'Daddy Denny' did to her over the last few hours, and had vaguely described the conditions she was living in. She'd also drawn some pictures and, whilst playing with some dolls, the Sergeant had coaxed her into demonstrating some of the things she had endured. A lot had gone on over the past few hours. Warrants were issued, and soon the Squadroom was filled with the familiar buzz of each of my detectives committing themselves to apprehending the vile man who had destroyed this little girl's innocence. Rollins and Carisi had gone to the house as uni's were securing the area surrounding it and got CSU up to date with everything they were looking for. They had reported back to me that the house was disgusting, Sky's bedroom filled with nothing but a mattress, dirty sheets, and a few broken toys scattered about. Their next task was to try and find the Perp, which was never easy when they were homeless. Fin was gathering every bit of information he could about Denny once Gina finally remembered his surname. Child Services had been contacted and they were sending a case worker over to us. The ADA had been caught up with an old case but was now en route and she had told me to hold off taking Sky for her physical examination until she arrived. So here I stood, after delegating, watching the interaction between the child everyone was trying to protect, and the woman I was involuntarily drawn to.
