A/N: Here's the next chapter! Thanks for the great reviews on the last one...I'm still feeling my way through this one. Let me know what you think should happen :)

She raised her eyebrow, not sure of what to say next. More and more things weren't adding up in this case. "That doesn't mean she wasn't raped," Olivia said softly, "Alex, be honest with me here. There's something you're not telling me."

"Olivia, her mother…there's a history of schizophrenia in her family," he said. "I just…I'm not fully convinced that she hasn't made this up."

"Why would she fake it," Olivia asked, surprised at his change in attitude.

"In the mind of a schizophrenic, it's hard to distinguish what's real and what's not," he said, "She may really believe she's being raped by a man with wings, but in reality…our reality, she may not be."

"Have you found any evidence that she's schizophrenic?" She leaned back, her arms crossed across her chest.

"We're watching for the symptoms," he said, "I just…what's worse? Being raped, or having your mind tear you apart, making you believe that you're being raped."

"I don't know," she said, running her hands through her hair.

Elliot looked up as Olivia walked out, followed by a tall man with dark hair and startling blue eyes. He saw her hug him, then watched as he walked out the door. "Who's that," he asked, leaning back, arms crossed over his chest.

"A friend," she said, deflecting the question, "He's the doctor overseeing Emma."

"He shed anymore insight into her case," he asked.

"Her mother was schizophrenic," she said, "Alex's afraid that her attack might be part of a delusion."

"Do you think that," he asked.

"I don't know what to think," she said, "They're watching her for signs of it developing in her. I'm still waiting to hear back on the rape kit.Hopefully, that'll turn up something that makes it real." He nodded, hearing the finality of hope in her voice.

She knocked softly before entering the room, Emma's dull green eyes looking up to meet her eyes before sliding back to look out the window. A cold, grey snow covered the city. "Emma, do you remember me," Olivia asked softly. She was unrestrained and sat quietly on the bed, her back to the wall, her eyes watching the snow drift down slowly outside the window.

"Detective Olivia Benson," she replied automatically.

"Yeah," she said with a soft smile, "You can call me Olivia though, if that's easier." Emma nodded slightly, showing that she had heard the older woman, but didn't turn to meet her eyes. "How are you feeling today?"

"Alright," the girl said, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm still medicated."

"That's okay," Olivia said, giving her a soft smile. "It's understandable, after what happened."

"You believe me…don't you?" The girl looked over at her and Olivia felt a sharp pang in her heart when she saw a small spark of hope in the girl's eyes.

"I don't have any reason to not belive you," Olivia said, "I was wondering if you were up to telling me more about what happened that night."

"I was raped," she said, "By a man that looked like he had wings."

"You said he came in through the window," Olivia said, "Do you know how?"

"No," the girl said, "There was this sound…like something hitting the wall, then he slit the screen." Olivia stood up and walked over to examine the screen. There wasn't a cut in it. "I know…there's not a cut."

"That doesn't mean it didn't happen," she said, sitting back down in the chair. "I'm going to have some officers come over and look this place over. Are you okay with that?" She nodded again, her eyes never leaving the windows.

"He told you about my mother, didn't he." The way she phrased it, it came out as more of a statement, than a question.

"Yes," she said, "But, that doesn't mean you'll inherit it."

"How would you know?" She watched as Emma turned to her, her lifeless eyes hooking on hers.

"Because my father raped my mother and I don't want to rape anyone. I help fight rapists and bring them to justice, instead."

"But, you're able to see what you're fighting," Emma said, "How do you fight something that you can't see?"

"I don't know," Olivia said truthfully, "But, I'll help you figure it out." Emma nodded and turned back to the window once more. Olivia sat with her for a few minutes, then left. If Emma noticed her leaving, she didn't seem to indicate it.

She walked out into the falling snow and turned back to the building, her eyes looking back up at the building. The building was old, looking like it had been built in the 1930s, with red brick and white windows that desperately needed to be painted. But, what caught her eye was the ledge below Emma's room. Chunks of concrete were missing and although it was common to see long pieces of rope hanging between buildings for laundry, only one connected between the hospital and the ledge just about Emma's room. A tight black rope angling down from the building next door.Pulling out her radio, she contacted the police station. Emma's rapist had just become more real.