A/N: So I decided to continue this because this little plot bunny just won't go away. Here's Part 2. As always I do not own Law and Order, nor am I making any money off of this fic.

Dove: Part 2

Olivia's footsteps pounded dully on the pavement as she raced down the long New York City block towards the brownstone apartment building where Michelle Golden had been trapped by her parents, following a brutal assault. Red and blue lights strobed the pavement, as effective as a neon sign reading "Spectacle to be seen. Please gather and gawk" But Olivia knew that was the last thing Misha needed right now. In fact, Detective Benson was quite sure the girl would be happiest if she never had to face the outside world again. Of course hiding forever was not only impossible but impractical.

Misha sighed and squinted up at the ceiling. It had been getting blurrier and blurrier as she waited for Olivia, until now, when she could barely identify the shape above her as her ceiling fan. It was starting to blend into her white ceiling. And why did she feel so heavy, like lead had replaced her blood and solidified in her veins. She could no longer move. She was about to fall asleep when a pounding that shook her to the very core began, and she groaned faintly as she closed her eyes.

Fin kicked the door a final time, and Olivia rushed into the room, moving quickly to stand over the prone petite form on the bed. Misha. The girl's eyes had just flickered shut and Olivia mentally cursed herself for using her unreliable cell phone to keep in contact, rather than passing the duty of reassuring the frightened teen to Stabler, who had remained behind at the office, ostensibly to see if he could get some idea of where the girl's parents had gone. She waved EMS inside and they had gone to work, intubating Misha, placing IV's and moving her onto a backboard. When she was lifted off the bed, Fin gasped from his post at the door.

He didn't need a medical license to realize that Misha had lost far too much blood. The dark red substance had pooled around her on the pure white comforter to such a degree that the outline of where she had lain was as stark as the chalk outline of a murder victim on pavement. Olivia looked just as shaken, but the expression was only there for a fleeting moment before she was all business again.

"Fin, I'll go with her in the ambulance. You call Cragen and let him know we got to her." Fin shook himself slightly and answered her directive with a quick nod.

"Shame it's a crime to kill the guy who did this. He didn't know how good he had it."

Olivia knew what he meant. Every day, the SVU had the unfortunate task of informing family members and friends that their loved ones were dead or badly injured. They also had the job of telling others that those they loved were abusers, killers, rapists. She didn't know which was worse. Here was a man, who from the looks of things had a clean, good natured daughter who was creative and successful. And what did he and his wife do but belittle, berate and beat her into nearly losing her life, let alone her sanity. They had violated her, treated her as a toy, less than human. It made her blood boil.

At the paramedics' signal, they moved Misha outside and through the gaping crowd to the waiting ambulance. Olivia wouldn't be able to explain later why she did it, but as they pulled away, she reached down to where a small patch of Misha's cheek was unmarred by tape or interfering tubes and wires and stroked it with the pad of her thumb, looking toward Misha's closed eyes. It's gonna be OK. Olivia thought. Somehow I'll make it ok. I promise.

***

Fin looked over at Olivia, worry crinkling the skin around his deep chocolate eyes. While his relationship with Olivia was strictly platonic, he still cared for her deeply and knew she often got deeply emotionally involved in the cases she worked on. It looked like this one was no different, and it was worse than he had ever seen it before.

She was sitting stiff and puppet like in her chair, her gaze fixed intently on the blank white wall in front of her, as though if she tried hard enough she could bore a hole straight through it. They had already given their report to the doctors, and though it had been nearly two hours since Michelle had been brought in, there was nothing they could do except wait. Benson's usual modus operandi, he knew, was to stay in the room with the victim during the rape kit, but right now she was so critical they weren't letting anyone but medical staff back there and they weren't exactly handing out updates either. Finally, Fin couldn't take it anymore.

"Look, Liv, go take a break. Make a phone call or two, get some coffee. Sitting here and trying to incinerate a wall with heat vision we both know you don't possess isn't going to change anything. I'll call you the minute I know something."

Olivia jumped slightly, although Fin's tone had been gentle, and barely loud enough for her to hear, let alone anyone else.

"Yeah. I need to go call the ADA anyway. Give her a status report."

It wasn't until Olivia was around the corner and out of sight that Fin chuckled softly. Anyone involved in the SVU knew that, especially with rape victims, the DA wasn't contacted until the victim expressed a desire to press charges. Their victim wasn't even awake.

Hell. Let her call Alex. Maybe the ADA could get her to relax.

***

Alexandra Cabot brushed her long blonde hair away from her face as she turned away from the pot of homemade spaghetti sauce on her stove to answer the cordless phone that had rudely interrupted her thoughts just a moment earlier. She looked from the caller ID to the clock and frowned. Olivia rarely called her at home unless something was very, very wrong. At least not from her work cell phone.

"ADA Alexandra Cabot." The voice made Olivia's knees go weak and she let out a breath she hadn't even known she had been holding.

"Alex. It's Liv. I just accompanied a rape victim to Mercy. Fin's waiting for an update and I slipped into the staff lounge to call you. It's awful. Her name's Michelle, but she goes by Misha. Her own father turned on her, Alex. And her mother nearly finished the job. From what I got out of her when she called, Misha's family was about as far from functional as you get. She's critical right now. She keeps her life but loses her sanity, keeps her identity but loses her sanctuary, keeps her strength but loses her innocence. She's completely helpless. It's not fair."

Alex listened to the frustration that poured from her best friend and thought for a minute before she asked,

"Is it ever?"

"No. Of course not Alex. But where does she go when the doctors have healed her body? Where does she go when going back means facing death and going forward seems cruel torture? Her family's certainly no help."

"Are you asking me something here?"

"Well…I know it's a conflict of interest, but even after her ordeal, when most that come through the same thing can't trust anyone, she trusted me. When she wakes up…if she wants to, I want to be the one to offer her sanctuary. That way if there is another attempt…."

"Ok…but just this once. And Liv?"

"Yeah?" Tired relief was evident in the young detective's voice.

"I want to be there too."

They said their goodbyes as Fin spoke up from the doorway of the staff lounge, a tired smile on his face.

"Liv. She's awake."

A/N: There you have it. Two chapters in one night. That's gotta be some kind of record for me. Reward me with a review please?