Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order: SVU. It belongs to Dick Wolf and everyone else who produces it and makes it and everything else. If I did own it, I'd be filthy rich and I wouldn't be writing fanfiction; I'd just be putting everything in the episodes.

who wants to know? – A note for the future: the word 'ramble' does not have any relation to words meaning 'shaken' or 'distraught'. The definition is as follows for the specific way that I used it: "Ramble – to talk or write in a discursive, aimless way." Meaning, the guy was talking just to talk; the information was useful but he was still aimless in the way he presented the information. Otherwise, thank you for the review and I hope that you enjoy this story as it progresses. I certainly hope I'm doing the characters justice.

The Chains of Bondage

SVU Squad Room

October 13th

Elliot and Olivia were sitting at their desk, reviewing the Jane Doe case as they sipped their morning coffees. The look on Elliot's face was one of restraint as he read through the report and looked at the photos of the woman, still lying in the ICU at Bellevue. He had seen her with his own eyes and he still couldn't believe the damage that had been caused. He was still gripping the file when Captain Donald Cragen, an older balding man who was slightly burly around the middle, walked up to their joined desks and pointed to the door as he spoke.

"Warner's got some news on that rape kit. She says she's got something big to show you," he said, his face lined permanently with a frown.

"We're on our way, Captain," Elliot said as he waived Olivia to follow him. As they walked outside, she could see the rage boiling inside him as he tugged on his suit jacket and coat. He always got like this when it was a case as bad as this one seemed. Come to think of it, he took every case personally, like it was an attack on him and not the victim. It was something that made her admire him, though she was sure he wouldn't want to hear that.

"Something on your mind?" she asked as she sat in the driver's seat.

"I just want to catch the son of a bitch that did this," he replied quietly, his tone strained. Nodding her agreement, she turned the engine.

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They arrived at the coroner's office and stepped through the doors to see her in the beginnings of an autopsy from another case. She looked up and smiled slightly in greeting. She was a beautiful woman with brown skin and her long, tightly curled hair tied into a bun. Melinda Warner took off her gloves and tossed them in a trashcan.

"You won't believe what I found in the samples. There were ten different types of DNA both inside and on the victim. Some of it had her own blood mixed in. The rape kit the hospital did found bruising to the vaginal walls and a torn hymen. They also examined her mouth and found that she skin and blood in her mouth. We tested it and it wasn't hers," she started without preamble.

"So we've got something to look for when we find some suspects," Olivia commented.

"What about the semen?" Elliot asked.

"Well, when I finished identifying how many different types of semen there were, I had them run through the database. We got a hit on one of them," she said with a satisfied smile on her face. She went to the computer and pulled up a picture. Elliot and Olivia shared a look; they had busted this perp before.

As they were leaving the building, Elliot's cell phone rang and he answered, "Stabler." A deep frown covered his face as he looked at his questioning partner.

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Munch and Fin were just coming into the squad room, each carrying a small bag stamped with the name of a local carry-out restaurant when the phone on Munch's desk rang. He took off his hat before he answered, "Detective Munch."

Fin barely glanced over as he sat at his desk, pulled a hamburger with everything on it out, and began to eat it hungrily. He frowned slightly as his partner began to write something down on his pad. His frown began to get deeper when he saw Munch put his hat and gloves back on, a most certain cue for him to do the same. As he was putting his lunch back into his bag, he finally asked the question he had hoped John would answer before he had to ask it.

"Where are we going?"

Munch picked up his lunch and the keys to the car as he said, "That was Elliot. Warner was able to identify one of the rapists on the Jane Doe case; she ran the DNA against the database and we're going to pick him up."

"Where are those two going, then?"

"Bellevue. Apparently, the doctor was a little premature in his diagnosis."

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Elliot and Olivia frowned as the doctor led them to the woman's room. This doctor was different than the one that they had spoken to the first time; her name was Amelia Henderson. She was a short, thin woman in her late 40's. The woman was still in the ICU but the tube that had previously been taped into her mouth had been removed.

"We noticed about an hour ago that her brainwave patterns had been steadily improving. We did a tox screen when she first came in to see if there were any opiates in her bloodstream and the original blood sample was mixed up with another. It took us a little while to verify that the mixed up sample was hers but we found evidence that she was given sodium thiopental in a very high dose," Dr. Henderson said as they reached the door of the room.

"Sodium thiopental? What is that?" Olivia asked.

"It's also known as sodium pentothal. It's a barbiturate generally used as anesthesia or for inducing a coma state when the brain swells. In some states, it's actually used to euthanatize prisoners. The levels we found in her system could have killed her."

"Is her system clear of it?" Elliot continued.

"Not quite yet. Sometimes the side effects can last up to 36 hours. However, she is lucid enough to talk."

"Why didn't the previous doctor catch this? Surely there were signs that the coma wasn't natural?"

"Sometimes there are signs and sometimes it's indistinguishable from a natural one. She's lucky to be alive."

They nodded their thanks to Dr. Henderson and then entered the room. The woman's face was still covered in bruises. The thought that someone had used it as a punching bag crossed Olivia's mind as she took a seat next to the bed. The redhead's lips were cracked to the point of a little bleeding and she kept moving her head slightly back and forth on the pillow. Her bright green eyes seemed to be in a state of permanent fluttering and it took several minutes for the two detectives to get her to focus on one of them.

"What happened? Where am I?" she asked in a very slurred manner, her voice cracking. She licked her lips thirstily and Elliot asked a passing nurse for some water and a straw.

"You're in the hospital. Can you tell me your name?" Olivia asked as her partner handed her the water and she brought it forward for the woman who drank slowly. Her mouth didn't quite close all the way around the straw; water dripped down her chin and onto her hospital gown.

It took a long moment before the woman responded. She blinked her eyes as her mind tried to process the words being spoken to her.

"My name is Fiona Quinn... How did I get here?" she asked slowly.

"You were found in Central Park four days ago. Do you remember how you got there?" Olivia's words were gentle as she allowed her to sip from the water again. Fiona frowned.

"Central Park? Where am I?" the bruised woman asked with a slightly panicked look on her face. Olivia and Elliot exchanged a glance before he answered.

"New York City. Why?"

"New York? My god..." she whispered. Elliot got a chair and sat down next to Olivia with a frown.

"Where do you remember being before you woke up here?" he asked gently. Fiona's eyes glazed over as she continued to struggle with understanding and replying to what they asked.

"I was home. I live in Pikes Peak, Colorado... I... I can't remember anymore; it's all fuzzy..." she said very slowly. Olivia was about to ask another question when a nurse popped her head in and informed them that the patient needed more rest before they could continue.

They gently told the young woman to rest and that they would be back as they got up. Olivia set the cup of water on the table next to her and gave a tight smile before she left.

"We need to contact the police in," Elliot paused as he looked at the pad he'd been writing on during the conversation, "Pikes Peak, Colorado and find out if she's been reported missing."

"Then we need to contact her family there, see if they can come up here. Maybe they can give us names of anyone who might have a grudge against her," Olivia replied as she pulled out the keys to the car.

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Okay, everyone. This is my first Law & Order: SVU fic, so please... be honest and harsh if needed. I've been watching the show for nearly three years now but I'm not sure if I'm writing the characters in a way to do them honor or realistic. So please, any input is very much appreciated and will be put to good use. Flames are valued as much as praise!

By the way, Pikes Peak, Colorado does exist; in order to make this story as realistic as possible, I have been doing research on everything that I do as I write the story for as much accuracy as possible. Keep in mind that I have no experience in any of this stuff.

Sodium thiopental – better known as sodium pentothal, is a rapid-onset short-acting barbiturate general anesthetic. Uses are as follows:

Anesthesia

Medical-induced comas

Euthanasia

Lethal injection

Truth Serum

Psychiatry

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