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Eliot met Olivia at the hospital after both the girls had given their statements and left. He found her pacing the halls, file in hand, the edge tapping her other palm in time with her steps. Turning on her heel she spotted Eliot and picked up her pace as they met.
"How is she?" Eliot asked, rubbing Olivia's free arm with his.
"It's bad Eliot," she whispered, "Really bad."
"Let me see Liv," he said, trying to pry the file from her hands.
"This is not the kit results yet," she said, "These are just the pictures."
"Of what?" he said, turning over the file in his palm.
"Of her bruises."
Eliot opened the file to find a handful of digital prints. There were a few of her face, a dark shadowing on her cheekbone, jaw and a little under her left eye. There were a few marks on her neck that looked like fingers, hands that were on both shoulders. There were a few dozen bruises across her stomach, blotches on her legs and down to her ankles. A few scrapes and cuts dotted her skin.
"Dear God, she's been mauled," Eliot said, turning over the pictures and closing the files. "If the rape kit is not done, how do you know it was a gang rape?"
"They finished on the inside of her thigh Eliot," Olivia said sadly, "They got 6 different samples.
Eliot felt his stomach lurch. There was a horrible churning sensation in his body and for a moment he felt like puking. He was a strong man, but to see an 18 year old girl brutalized this way made him ill.
"El?" Olivia asked, bringing him back to earth.
"Does her family know?" He choked out, handing the file back to her.
"She's an only child, her mother is on her way."
"Her father?"
"Is in a mental hospital."
Eliot nodded. The poor girl had seemed to have gone through hell.
"What did you get from the friends?" Olivia asked.
"Hmm?" He said, not paying attention.
"What did you get from the friends?"
"Oh," Eliot said, "The girls said they went to a guy named Jason Kent's party in Uptown. It wasn't really Allison's scene so she left, saying she'd catch a cab and text them when she made it home. They were calling her when they saw her laying in an alleyway. They panicked and brought her to us because she was bleeding between her legs."
Just then the nurse came out of Allison's room. Her face was grim as she handed over the box to Olivia.
"I hope you catch the son's of the bitches that did this to her," was all the nurse said before she left. Eliot looked at Olivia with a frown as Olivia turned the box over in her hands.
"Do you think she's awake?" Olivia asked Eliot.
"She's resting," came the voice of the doctor from behind her. Olivia spun to meet the tall african american man in a white suit. "She lost a lot of blood," he continued, "But she's stable. She just needs some rest."
"Great," Eliot said, pushing past the doctor. Olivia gave him a sympathetic smile and brushed past him as well, into the girls room.
She was sitting up, eyes staring out the window as the rain streaked it. Eliot had strode right in while Olivia knocked lightly on the door. Allison turned her face to see them.
"Allison Scott?" Olivia asked, "I'm detective Benson and this is detective Stabler, we're glad to see you are all right."
The girl then did something completely unexpected. She smiled. "Thanks," she said with a grin on her face. Eliot and Olivia exchanged glances. Olivia approached Allison's bed,,looking at her face, watching as her eyes grew wide with each step. Olivia stopped a few feet away.
"Where's my mom?" she asked calmly, flipping her face away again.
"She's on her way," Olivia said calmly, "I was hoping that you could tell us what happened."
This time the girl's grin faltered and fell from her lips with a twist, one corner being sucked under her teeth. Her eyes looked down at her lap and stared at the strange pattern on the hospital blanket.
"You can take your time," Olivia encouraged, sitting herself at the foot of her bed. Allison looked up at Olivia and then to Eliot, who was standing by the back of the room, quiet an focused on Allison as she lay in the bed.
"Okay," she said softly, her eyes lifting, "I um-I-I uh...I'd-um-" Her words stumbled and faltered and she stammered before she spit out a few words. "I don't really remember."
"Tell us what you do remember."
"I remember my blue dress," Allison said, "Where is it? Where'd it go? That was a $300 dress, my mom's going to kill me."
"I'm sure she'll forgive you for it," Eliot said impatiently. He watched her as her eyes met his, large round green eyes and he dropped his gaze.
"There was this party. I don't really party but I went anyway. Kelly and Jane told me it was a lighter party. So I went. But it was pretty weird-"
"Weird?" Olivia said, making the face she did when she was trying to get more information.
"Yeah. Drinking and drugs. I don't do either. It's what put my father in the hospital. Anyway it didn't feel right so I was trying to leave. But Kelly and Jane didn't want to go. After I while I told them I'd catch a cab and text them. And I can't remember anything else."
"Okay," Olivia said, "That's good."
"What's happened to me?" Allison asked, her eyes wide, full of tears. Olivia turned to Eliot, silently asking him for help. Unfolding his arms he shifted forward, coming to stand behind Olivia.
"Allison," Olivia said, touching the girl's leg, "You were raped."
Allison's brow furrowed and she looked down at her fingers. Her eyes began to well up with tears and she shook her head, trying to clear them.
"Okay," she sighed, her voice shaking.
"I'm so sorry Allison," Olivia said, "We're going to find the people responsible."
"There was more than one?" she said, her head shooting up. Her eyes were wide and glassy, her lashes, wet, tears waiting to fall. Olivia bit her lip and Eliot nodded.
"I'm sorry," Eliot said. There was a silence that filled the room that was broken by soft sobs that escaped Allison's mouth.
"You know," she said so soft that they weren't sure she was speaking, "I've never actually been with a guy before."
"You're a virgin?" Olivia asked.
"Was," Allison corrected with a sob, "I was a virgin. I've never been with a guy before. And now? How-how many?"
"Allison-"
'How many!" she sobbed angrily. Her hands became fists in her sheets and Eliot looked away.
"Six," Olivia said patiently. Allison's hand flew up to her mouth and her eyes went wide. Tears flooded down her cheeks.
Eliot's never seen a girl look so broken. He could only image if it were to happen to his own daughter-had she not been such a trouble maker. The poor girl was shaken to the core. Her eyes were wide and the tears just kept pouring from them, staining her cheeks. She twisted in her sheets and gripped her pillow but cried out in pain, just as the heart monitor started to beep erratically.
"Try to stay still," Olivia coaxed as the doctor entered. Allison's hand reached down to her stomach and pulled back, blotted with blood.
"She pulled a stitch," the doctor said, "Excuse me detectives."
Olivia stood up and moved to the back of the room with Eliot before leaving and shutting the door. Eliot turned to Olivia.
"I've never seen a girl react that way," he said, "She was happy to see us and then just lost it."
"Maybe that's just how she is," Olivia defended the girl. She had taken a likely to the girl already. She was strong, independent and smart, at least that's what she thinks so far. "She's been through a lot Eliot."
"I think she's not telling us everything," Eliot said, hearing the elevator ding. Eliot turned his head in time to see a tall blonde woman with an overly made up face step off the elevator in a heavy coat, flanked by two men in suits. Eliot eyes the skinny woman before looking at Olivia.
"Please let that not be the mom," Olivia whispered, just as the woman approached Eliot.
"You look like a cop," she said, "Do you know where my daughter is?"
Eliot eyed Olivia.
"Natalia Scott?"
"Yes, that me," she said, "Where is Allison? Is she okay?"
"She's okay ma'am," Eliot said, trying to soothe her," I'm detective Stabler and this is Detective Benson, we're hear to find out who raped your daughter."
"Raped?" The woman screeched loudly, "My baby!"
"Mrs. Scott," said one of the suits, "Please come with me."
"And who are you?" Olivia asked the remaining man as one ushered Mrs. Scott away.
The scrawny man straightened up and pushed his glasses up on his nose.
"I'm Allison Scott's lawyer."
lawyer? What? why does she need one so soon? What do you think of her mother? what about Allison? Is she lying? hiding a secret? Tell me what you think! please!