I only get on the computer once a week. So, sometimes these chapters seem that they never come out on time, but, I do try! Mock Trial (for those of you who don't know that is
the study of law and court that is offered at Midwestern schools) has been so hecktic!!! Plus showchoir is starting (which is the only real form of entertainment in Iowa besides cow
chip tossing) OMG!! This scene some people would consider pretty rough, so be warned.
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own any of the Law & Order SVU characters, yada yada. I only can say that Raina is my character, thank you very much.
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Olivia Benson opened one eyes to see that it was two thirty in the morning and her pager was going of. She groaned as she rolled over and tried to put the pillow over her ears.
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"Fine, fine, I'm up, I'm up." She moaned as she grabbed her pager. It had been close to a month without any major complaints. A few restraining orders but then nothing else.
She had thought that weird at first, but when she made it through her first night of actual sleeping with no pages and no cases, the weirdness was gone. Now, as she read her pager
in the limited light, it was reading SOS. That was the worst it could get. From that message sent her sprawling out of her bed and quickly into some clothes. This was not good.
Olivia shook her head as she walked up to her partner, Elliot Stabler. She pulled her sweat shirt around her as the November chill felt like it was sinking into her bones. "Good
Morning." Olivia grumbled in reply as she walked up to the black building. They were downtown, far down town. She and Elliot had been there before many times looking for rapists
and victims. It wasn't the nicest place in New York and that was saying something. "Not a good morning then I presume."
"It's too early for me. I wish that when I decided to work in SVU unit I would have know that it would get me up in the middle of the night all the time."
"What's wrong with you, Liv? You are normally a little bit nicer at night then your acting right now."
"Crappy night." Liv said as she yawned and started walking toward the building. Elliot looked toward her, concern mirroring in his soulful eyes. He gently patted her shoulder
"Nightmares again?"
"I don't want to talk about it." And she ended the descussion there. There was no use getting into her problems when the lives of someone were literally in their hands. A young
police officer ran up to them as she looked at both of them carefully. "SVU?"
"Yeah," Elliot said as he and Olivia flipped their badges open.
"Thank God. This is the worst case I have seen yet. Come on follow me." That got Olivia moving. She had seen alot of unthinkable, indescribale, unspeakable acts and crime scene,
but she didn't think that the officer, Houstan was joking or overestimating the crime scene. Both Elliot and herself were close to running as they walked up to a door that was blocked
off in Crime scene tape. It wasn't unusual to see the door closed, but it was something that got her mind and heart racing. She and Elliot exchanged a concerned and confused look
as the officer opened the door. Olivia barely held back a gasp. In the middle of the room a young girl was laid on the floor face up. Her hands laid gently at her side. The only sign that
she wasn't sleeping was the deep stomach wound that looked like it came from a knife with her finger tips dipped in blood.
It was hard to look at, but the eyes of the victim were closed and she looked so peaceful, but the thing that caught her attention the most was the shivering teenage girl sitting in
the corner a blue blanket wrapped around her body. The paramedic that was standing by her looked at the duo in relief and fear filling his blue eyes. "You need to call in a pyschiatrist
or a therapist or someone to help."
"Can you not help her?" Elliot asked as Olivia stood by his side. Unconsiously, he had placed a hand on her back and she was happy for it being there offering support.
"I don't think so. I don't know if anyone can help her." The teen's blonde hair was in disarray as her brown eyes gazed expressionlesslu at the body of the younger girl. Olivia looked at
the teen's line of vision and then back at her. "What's wrong with her?" She ventured to ask.
"Talk to her."
"What?" Elliot asked confused at the question the paramedic asked. "Trust me, just try to talk to her. Try asking her name."
"Honey, if you can hear me, will you please tell me your name?" Olivia asked as she gently got down to the girl's level. Suddenly the girl turned to Olivia, her movement so fast,
so sudden that she jumped back. The girl's brown eyes narrowed viciously as she started to rant. "The world is ending and there is nothing left of our innocence. The youth has
served its purpose and is ready for entering womanhood. We must not resist the Leader. We must not resist the Leader. We must not resist the Leader." The girl then shook her head,
and closed her eyes as the paramedic caught her before she hit the ground after losing consiousness. The paramedic looked at them. "I think you are right. Liv, let's see who we can
find." Olivia nodded her head still shocked at the scene that had just played before her. " Can you think of anyone?"
"Wong?" She thought. Elliot shook his head in regret as he stated. "He is on an assignment for the FBI."
"What about Delicart?" Olivia suggested
"Delicart? As in, Raina Delicart, the support group leader? Do you think she can handle something like this. This is pretty intense."
"We sent Jeremy to her, and he was one of the most warped kids I've ever met. But he is getting better all the time since he's been taking therepy with her."
"True, but a kid who's been brain washed and raped and probably witnessed the murder of this girl. Are you sure she's ready."
"I don't know. I don't think any one would be ready for her. But Raina can try."
"Call her up." Elliot said as Olivia went to call Raina. He shook his head, but determination was in his gaze. Whoever had done this to this little girl and teen was still out on the streets.
And he didn't want some sick psycho path taking over this city. He needed to do something.
Freaky. Remember, this is all fiction, so please read it like that. I hope that you continue R&R-ing. Thanks for the imput so far!!