The detectives and Tony rushed through the hall to the hospital room and busted in through the door and stopped in their tracks at the sight before them. John sat in the chair next to the hospital bed where Toni lay, not moving; he shook his head grimly at the others.

Elliot and Olivia couldn't believe what they saw and even Tony Keller himself could hardly recognize his own daughter because of what had been done to her. Her whole face was swollen; aside from the mass bruising on one cheek she had a big bruise on one temple, her whole jaw was swollen, her neck was also swollen and bruised. She couldn't talk, she couldn't move, she couldn't even turn to look at them except through her eyes, one of which was had tears flowing freely out of it.

"What happened?" Elliot demanded to know.

"They really worked her over this time," Munch said, "We found her on 97th Street…this time she'd managed to crawl out to the curb and flag our car before collapsing. They tore a large patch of hair right out of her head, tried to break her jaw, punched her in the throat, beat her in the face more than a few times, then in general up and down her body, and that's just what we know about so far. They ran a rape kit and took her clothes."

Elliot looked over at Tony, who even from behind was looking like a time bomb about to go off. Tony said nothing and ran out of the room, with Elliot following after him. Toni didn't take well to the sudden abandonment and tried to get up, but Munch and Olivia rushed to her sides and forced her to stay where she was.

Tony ran through the halls of the hospital floor screaming like a maniac, scaring the hell out of everybody else in the vicinity. He stopped at one wall and beat his fists into it, busting holes in it, and he did that again, and again, and again, screaming the whole time, until Elliot caught up with him. Elliot grabbed Tony and pulled him away from the wall, Tony struggled and Elliot grabbed Tony by the waist and jerked him off his feet, trying to restrain him. Tony thrashed back against him and Elliot lost his balance and the two fell on the floor. Elliot found it most unusual that at that time, he was able to conjure up the thought in the back of his head, that this must be what it's like to have a little brother.

"Tony! Calm down!" Elliot told him as they both got up again.

"Calm down?" he replied, "You saw what they did to her."

"Tony, you have to calm down for your daughter, she's been traumatized enough already…Tony, do you know that several years ago, I was put before the Morris Commission and they wanted to throw me out of SVU?"

"What for?"

"Because I told a psychiatrist that my way of coping with the victims I had to see every day, was spending hours every day, fantasizing about how to kill the bastards responsible for it, about what would be the perfect way, and I killed them a thousand times…I know what you're going through. But consider your own daughter, she's probably scared out of her mind that you're going to go looking for these guys, and kill them, and then you'll go back to Rikers and she won't see you again."

Tony took in a shallow breath and stretched it out into a long, hissing sigh as he ran his hands over his eyes and through his short hair, trying to figure this whole mess out.

"Okay," he said, "Let's go."

Olivia took the last of the pictures of Toni's injuries and Munch put her gown down again and drew the blankets up on her.

"What have the doctors said?" Olivia asked.

"That she'll have to be here for at least a week," Munch answered, "There's nothing too serious but it'll take a few days for the swelling to go down, during which time she's not going to be able to talk well if at all."

Olivia turned to the door as the two men returned. It looked like they had switched places; Elliot was the one who appeared to be strangely calm while Tony had his arms wrapped around himself, as if he was trying to keep himself from falling apart.

Tony went over to the bed and saw his daughter, who despite her mouth hanging open slightly, she couldn't speak, and she couldn't get up, could only look up at him with her eyes.

"What's going to happen now?" Tony asked the detectives, "Those guys you hauled in."

"We'll hold them for 24 hours, and if we can't get anything out of them, we'll cut them loose but we'll keep a tail on them," Elliot said, "Then once Toni's able to identify them we'll bring them in again."

Tony turned back and looked at his daughter, who looked disappointed that they were going to walk because of something out of her control.

"They won't talk," he knew.

"Well, we could see if the D.A. can get a warrant for their homes," Olivia said, "As much blood as Toni had on her, they had to get some on them, meaning there has to be some bloody clothes somewhere."

"Unless they tossed them," Tony said.

"We're going to gamble that they aren't that smart," Elliot said.

"Do what you have to," he told them.

"Well, we'll be going now," Munch said, he stopped at the bed and carefully stroked his fingers through Toni's hair, "We'll see you tomorrow, Toni, try and get some rest." Looking to her father, Munch suggested, "You might see about having them bring in a morphine drip for her."

"Munch, where was it that you guys found her tonight?" Olivia asked as they headed for the door.

It was just Elliot and the Kellers left, and Elliot wasn't going anywhere just yet. He looked at Toni and couldn't believe it. He couldn't figure it out, she had told them eight men beat her up, they had arrested eight men, all of which were still at the precinct.

"Toni," he said, "When you're feeling better, do you think you'll be able to tell us who did this to you?"

She just looked up at him for about a minute before giving her head the slightest nod.

"Detective," Tony said, "I'm going to be staying with her tonight but she's going to need some things from home. Can you swing by there and pick her up a change of clothes?"

"Sure," Elliot said.

"She's got a nightgown, you'll probably find that on the bed somewhere…but be careful when you go in her room."

"Why?" Elliot asked.

"She ran out of shelf space so she started stacking her books up, now it's a pile about five feet high and it's right by the door, I look for the whole thing to come falling down one day and kill somebody, of course maybe that was her intention," he glanced at her, then back to Elliot and said, "You might grab a few of them too if she's going to be here for a while."

"You got it."

"Thanks, Detective, I really appreciate this," Tony said.

Elliot entered the front door and turned on the lights for the front hall. He made his way up the staircase and hit the light switch at the head of the stairs so he could see what he was doing. He came to the door on the left, opened it, and reached in for the light switch to the bedroom and turned it on and went in.

The first thing Elliot noticed was the leaning tower of books Tony had warned him about. There must have been at least 200 books in the pile and no part of it looked too sturdy and Elliot thought the whole thing was going to topple over. When it didn't, he looked at the top books and glanced over the titles. It looked like Toni had been building a fine collection of most everything; war novels, humor books, adventure stories, horror and mystery anthologies, plays, biographies, and quite a variety of true crime. He figured that was the last thing she needed to be reading about, but Elliot also knew Toni had been put through too much crap to experience nightmares much anymore, so he grabbed a couple of volumes from the Tarzan series and a big book of scary stories presented by Alfred Hitchcock.

With the books under his arm, Elliot went over to the bed and there he had to sort through a mess of clothes, books, CDs, Toni's portable player and half a deck of playing cards before he found Toni's nightgown. Well, it wasn't much of a gown; it looked like a short nightshirt that probably wouldn't go down much farther than her hips. But he knew the Kellers were not known for their modesty, so he collected that too. He grabbed several of her clothes that were strewn over the bed and figured he had everything she might need. But just as he was about to leave, he looked and saw something that caught his attention. At the corner foot of the bed, pressed against the wall were a couple of large stuffed animals. One was a big stuffed cat and the other…a teddy bear that Elliot recognized very well. It was the same teddy bear that had been sent to Toni two years ago when she was in the hospital, the bear that had been carrying Tobias Wentworth's gun, the one that Tony had had sent to her.

Elliot put the things down on the bed and reached over and picked up the teddy bear. He found the Velcro flaps on the bottom and opened them up and reached in. He felt something and, expecting the worst, reached further in. He grabbed a hold of something and pulled it out. It was a little white paper bag, Elliot unrolled the top and looked in and saw…with much relief that it was just an assortment of candy from the grocery store. Elliot couldn't help being a little paranoid about Toni. It had been said plenty of times that if her father were going to kill somebody, he would never use a gun, his hands were deadly enough. But Elliot wasn't so sure about Toni, she had a bad habit of being caught with them in hand, and he felt he knew she had it in her to use one, but he wondered just how correct he might be about that. He hoped he was wrong.

"Two assaults on the same vic in less than a week?" Cragen said, "What the hell's going on here?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out," Olivia said, "Casey's trying to get a warrant so we can search their home."

"Home?"

"Apparently they're all currently residing in the same house," Olivia told him.

"What I don't get is how we caught these guys and this still happened," Cragen said, "Who's this other guy?"

"We don't know and she was knocked in the jaw and the throat hard enough that she can't tell us," Munch replied, "Not yet anyway."

"The nurse gave us her clothes and we handed them over to the lab to check again," Olivia said, "We're just running in circles on this one."

They saw Elliot enter and he looked like hell.

"How's Toni doing?" Olivia asked.

Elliot didn't answer and just shook his head. "How's Casey doing on the warrant?"

Casey Novak came running in behind him and said, "I've got it."

"How'd you manage that?" Olivia asked.

"Don't ask," Casey told her, "It covers the house and the garage."

"Alright, let's go," Elliot said.

"This place doesn't look capable of housing eight people," Elliot said as they made their way through the one-story house. He looked at the floors that were covered with empty beer bottles, crushed cans, drug paraphernalia, half eaten food, used condoms, and dirty magazines, "In fact, it doesn't look suitable for housing anything other than roaches."

Munch took notice of the anti-Semitic paraphernalia that covered the walls, "Hate Jews, hate the blacks, ironic as it is, I doubt what these neo-Nazis did is going to qualify as a hate crime."

"Okay, let me think," Elliot said, "If I were one of these morons…what would I do with clothes that are covered in blood?"

"Depending on where the blood came from, probably frame them and put them on the wall," Munch commented.

"I found something!" they heard Olivia call from somewhere else in the house.

Munch and Elliot crossed through the living room, the dining room and into the kitchen. Olivia came out of the bathroom carrying two shirts that were almost completely covered in dark, dried bloodstains.

"I doubt they all cut their heads shaving," Munch said.

"We decided we're going to screw with them a bit," Olivia told Tony the next morning at the hospital, "We're going to keep them locked up and let them think that we don't have anything and they'll be able to walk out by nine o' clock tonight. When it gets just before the 24th hour, then we tell them that we found the bloody clothes and we're having the lab check them, and if one drop of the blood belongs to Toni, they're going to Rikers until the trial."

"Is it hers?" Tony asked.

"We don't know yet, and we're going to get the initial report as soon as it's in, and then we're going to have the boys from the lab come down and say it again for them to hear."

"But you're sure it is," Tony said.

"I'm hoping," Olivia told him.

Olivia looked over at the bed and saw Toni was asleep. "How's she doing?"

"Not good," Tony answered, "All the things wrong with her, I'm surprised they didn't break any of her teeth. Whoever did this, he didn't do a lot of things, but he came close. He didn't break her jaw, but it's still swollen and she can't talk. He punched her in the throat, she survived but she has trouble swallowing. He didn't break her hands but she can't curl them up, she can't even close her fingers enough to hold onto anything. I have to feed her, do you have any idea how humiliating it is for her?"

"At least she has you to help her get through this," Olivia said, "If it were me in her position, I'd be alone."

"She can't eat that garbage they serve in this place," Tony said as he put on his jacket, "Can you watch her so I can run to the store?"

"Sure."

"You're a lifesaver, Olivia," he said as he headed to the door.

"I'm a lifesaver," she dryly repeated as she sat down in Tony's place and watched the girl sleep.

Olivia sighed and reached out, carefully stroking through Toni's hair and watching her chest raise and lower as she breathed deeply in her sleep. Olivia couldn't understand it. She knew Toni Keller was not too popular because she never cooperated with anybody; but she still couldn't understand how anybody would want to kill her, or if not kill her, put her in this situation, twice now.

"The reason Toni didn't have any of their blood on her was because they collected it on their own clothes," Elliot said, "Along with a whole puddle of her own."

"So it matches," Olivia said.

"Yep, and I'm hoping that when Casey goes to court, she manages to get remand, though I really don't know how much good that's going to do."

"Well she better," Olivia said, "Otherwise Tony might kill them all himself."

"You really think he would?" Cragen asked.

"His daughter is 19 years old, she's stuck in a hospital bed and he has to feed her fruit cups and vitamin drinks because she can't chew, she can barely swallow and her hands are too damaged to hold a spoon," Olivia said, "If I were him and I had the opportunity he did, I'd kill them myself."

"Well, don't let the defense catch wind of that," Cragen told her, "Meanwhile, where are we on the other assault?"

"The lab sent her clothes back," Elliot held up a bag, "Blood, mud, and about thirty strands of her hair, all with the pulp attached to them meaning they were all ripped out. Unfortunately there's nothing that implicates her attacker."

Olivia took the bag from Elliot and took the clothes out, her T-shirt, her bra, her underwear, and…

"El," she said as she held the jeans up for him to see.

Elliot looked and saw what Olivia saw; the knees were covered in mud and it trailed off down the legs.

"Son of a bitch tried to put her on her knees," Elliot said.

The next day, Olivia went to see Toni in her hospital room when Tony wasn't there. Toni still wasn't up to talking much yet, but she was able to get up and out of the bed. She sat in the chair by the bed and let Olivia pick up a brush and mess up her hair.

"Okay, Toni," Olivia said as she put the brush down, "If you wear it like this for a while, that should cover it until the new hairs come in."

Toni let out a low grumble that Olivia took as a 'thanks' and headed back over to her bed. Olivia heard a rip and turned and saw Toni had torn the paper hospital gown open down to her navel, revealing she was wearing a black bra that day.

"That's attractive," Olivia sarcastically commented.

"'Is comfort-ble," Toni got out.

Olivia couldn't help but laughing at her answer.

"Besides that," Toni added, "Shock value if Elliot comes in."

"You really seem to enjoy making Elliot squirm," Olivia said.

Toni nodded her head and said, "Tha's right."

"Why?"

"He sees freaky shit every day, if I can still make him visibly uncomfortable, that's something, isn't it?" Toni asked.

Olivia tried to keep a straight face but couldn't and she about laughed again, "I guess you have a point."

"Toni!"

They heard Elliot calling from down the hall. He came in and saw Olivia there and wasn't sure at first what was going on.

"Liv, what're you doing here?" he asked.

"Tony had to go out and pick up some more stuff that Toni can swallow, so I offered to watch her until he got back," Olivia said.

Toni watched from where she lay in the bed and she saw something change in Elliot's eyes.

"You called him?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, why?"

It was obvious that Elliot wasn't saying what he was thinking.

"What is it?" Olivia asked.

Elliot lowered his voice so Toni wouldn't hear him as he said to Olivia, "You sure seem to be coming over to see him a lot when there's no one else around."

"Elliot," Toni said, getting both their attention, "Olivia, will you give us a minute?"

Olivia nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"You know, Elliot," Toni said, "It wouldn't kill you to leave Olivia alone. She is a grown woman you know, she can make her own decisions."

"I know that," Elliot said.

"Then get off her damn back!" Toni told him, "You're not her brother, quit acting like you can run her life for her."

"I'm her partner."

"That's right, and that's the extent of it, Elliot, you come in here acting like you decide what she does and doesn't do," Toni said, "She is a grown ass woman, she can make her own decisions, she doesn't need you hovering over her, telling her what she can and can't do."

A couple of days later, Huang was back in town and was quickly filled in on everything that had gone on since Toni came back into the picture. He and Elliot headed to the hospital to see if she was in any condition to talk about what had happened. When they arrived at her room, they found her asleep and her father was nowhere in sight. Elliot checked the bathroom and saw Tony wasn't there, and he couldn't figure out where the man could be.

"Toni," he said as he shook her shoulder.

She mumbled a couple of times and opened her eyes and slowly looked up, "Elliot…" she caught something in the corner of her eye and struggled to look behind her and she saw Huang, "Hey, George, what're you doing here?"

"Toni, where's your father?" Elliot asked.

"He had to go out," she said, "He said he'd be back later."

"How're you feeling?" he asked her.

"I'm doing alright, I can talk now," she said, "Still can't get a grip on anything though, and I'm still having trouble swallowing."

"Well, Huang wants to talk to you, I'm going to go out and…"

"Eavesdrop?" Toni suggested, "Or keep watch for my father, I suppose."

Elliot didn't answer her and just backed out of the room. Toni readjusted herself in the bed so she was sitting up.

"So…what's up, Doc?" Toni asked.

"I heard that you gave Dr. Skoda some trouble," Huang said.

"Oh that," she replied, "Well, at first it was a simple misunderstanding."

"But you wouldn't tell him anything," Huang said.

"No I wouldn't," she agreed, "I don't like him, I think he's a pervert."

Huang couldn't help smiling though he did manage to keep himself from laughing. "I also understand that you haven't been too forthcoming with the detectives about what happened to you."

"It's complicated, Doc," Toni said, "It was so much to remember…besides, I left some details out because I didn't want Elliot flying off the deep end as we both know he's wont to do when a case gets him worked up."

"The parts that you told Detective Munch?"

"Yeah some of them…look, Doc, I know Elliot's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, to find out I was raped, or that they tried to rape me…but that isn't it. They just beat the hell out of me."

"Some might see being stomped in the genitals as being a personal attack," Huang started to say.

"Well the whole thing was clearly personal, otherwise they would have just raped me and maybe then killed me. But how it's personal, I don't know, I never saw any of those guys before."

"Do you think your father might know them?" Huang asked.

"No. I don't know who they are, but it's to my understanding that they're not going anywhere, so I guess we'll have a chance to find out."

"What about the second attack?" Huang asked.

"What about it?" she asked.

"Well Elliot and Olivia had already locked up the eight men you described, was it just eight?"

"Yes it was just eight, I don't know where that other guy came from."

"What did he look like?" Huang asked.

"He was white, big, looked to be somewhere in his 30s…"

"Like the others?"

"Not quite, this one had hair, short, dark brown hair, he wasn't a skinhead in the literal form," Toni said.

"But you suspect he was another white supremacist?"

"Not much guess to it, he had on a muscle shirt and I could see White Pride tattooed on his shoulder."

"What did he do?" Huang asked.

Toni got a look on her face that said 'why do I have to do this?' and she said, "He just came out of nowhere. I was on my way to the police station and he just came up on me and he grabbed me and he tried to choke me. I fought with him, and he got angry and hit me in the throat, I thought it would kill me. I hacked up on him and he started pounding into me with his fists."

"Did he knock you down?" Huang asked.

"No," she said, "I managed to stay on my feet for the most part, then when he took off I just kind of slid down and landed on my back. I pulled myself up and headed out to the street, and I about hit Munch and Fin's car."

Huang knew something in her story didn't match what the detectives had found.

"When they took your clothes at the hospital, they found mud on the knees of your jeans…did he try to force you to perform oral sex on him?"

Toni looked at him like he'd said something funny. She made a disgusted face and got out an exaggerated, "Now that's just gross, ewwwww…"

She started laughing but it wasn't an amused laugh, it was tired, anxious, perhaps even nervous; Toni covered her eyes with her hands as she continued laughing hysterically.

"Toni, are you alright?"

George turned and saw Elliot and Tony standing in the doorway.

"I'm fine," she answered, controlling herself, "The detectives were just asking some questions about what happened."

A nurse came to the doorway and looked at Elliot, "Excuse me, are you Detective Stabler?"

"Yes."

"Would you mind coming to the front desk? There's a woman on the phone who says you left your phone at her place."

Elliot checked his pockets, swore and followed the nurse out of the room.

"So you're doing alright?" Tony asked his daughter.

"Yeah."

"Good, I need to go wash up, I'll be out in a minute."

Toni waited until the bathroom door closed behind her father until she spoke to Huang again, "Can I tell you something, doctor?"

"What is it?" he asked.

"You know, a lot of times someone who's raped, they take their rapist to court…and the whole time the defense attorney goes through the lines of 'the rape didn't really happen, did it?' 'isn't it true you're just trying to ruin this person's reputation?' Blah blah blah. And you know the victims, they always say, 'if you don't know what it's like to be raped, I hope you never find out'." Toni shook her head from side to side with a borderline sinister look on her face, "Not me. As far as I'm concerned all those lawyers can just go have it done to them. As far as I'm concerned, every last one of them can be raped seven ways to Sunday, and when it's over, I'm going to be there saying 'There….that wasn't really something you didn't want to do, was it?' 'They didn't do really do anything wrong because you were enjoying it, you know you did, isn't that right?' That, doc, would be justice, because, you don't know what anything's like until you experience it for yourself."

"She's either opening up an old wound or she's trying to say that something happened again," Huang told the detectives when they returned to the station.

"I thought the rape kit came back negative," Munch said.

"It did," Olivia said, "Doesn't mean he didn't take precautions though."

"And he probably didn't get a chance to finish," Elliot added.

"I don't get it," Cragen said to Huang, "If she was raped again, why didn't she tell you?"

"She saw her father coming back and she quit talking," Huang said, "Tony Keller is violent enough when he just thinks his daughter's been assaulted. If he found out she was raped he would probably go on a homicidal rampage, and nobody knows this better than his own daughter."

"Well we have the original eight Nazis still in lockup, who's this other guy?" Munch asked, "Is there a connection between them?"

"That's what we need to figure out," Cragen said.

"I think we need to talk to Toni again, without her father there," Elliot said.

"Good luck," Olivia told him, "I got off with the hospital 10 minutes ago, Tony checked his daughter out of the hospital and took her home."

"Already?" Cragen asked.

"I thought she wasn't supposed to leave until next week," Fin said.

"She's not…so why did he take her out already?" Olivia asked.

"Toni's been in hospitals a lot over the past couple of years," Elliot said, "First it was because Tobias mutilated her face, then because she tried to kill herself, then she went and had reconstructive surgery done to correct what Tobias did, then it was for treatment of carbon monoxide poisoning, then last week because eight guys tried to kill her. I'm sure by now she can't stand the sight of a hospital."

"Great, so now we have to try speaking to her without him around in his own home," Olivia said.

"Maybe it can be done," Elliot said, "Tony's a widower, he doesn't have friends and he doesn't date, he's alone with his daughter…and in her present condition he's not too fond of the idea of leaving her alone."

Elliot took out his cell phone and started to dial a number.

"What're you going to do?" Olivia asked.

"I'm going to try something," the person on the other end picked up, "Hello, Tony? It's Elliot…I understand you checked Toni out of the hospital a little early……uh huh, well, if you need to run out somewhere I can come over and keep an eye on her until you get back…you do? Okay, fine…goodbye."

"Well?" Munch asked.

"Tony needs to head out and pick up some groceries," Elliot said, "I'll go over and see if I can get her to talk. You coming, Doc?"

"I think Toni's already said everything she plans to tell me," George answered.

Tony opened the front door and let Elliot in. "Thanks for coming, Detective."

"How's Toni doing?" Elliot asked.

"Sore…she's in on the couch because she can't make it up the stairs yet," Tony answered as he put on his jacket, "I gave her a little bourbon and she should sleep for a while."

"Would she be lucid though if she woke up?" Elliot asked.

"Oh yeah, she's like me, she can't get drunk, she could drink grain alcohol, nothing."

Tony left and Elliot waited a few minutes before going into the living room. Toni was asleep on the couch, dressed in her regular clothes again. Elliot hated to wake her up but he knew they had to find out what had really happened.

"Toni, can you hear me?"

Her eyes slowly opened, "Elliot? What're you doing here?"

"Your dad needed to go to the store for a few minutes, how're you feeling?"

"I'm sore, Elliot, I hurt, all the time I'm in pain, and I'm also angry, I'd like to find the guy that did this to me and I want to kill him, slowly, painfully."

"You know," Elliot said as he sat down, "Dr. Huang's worried about you."

"Well why should he be?"

"Well, he told me what you said."

"Of course he did, I'm not his patient, there's no privilege," she said.

"Look, Toni, I know that it's embarrassing having to answer those kinds of questions…"

"It's not embarrassing, I just don't like it," Toni said.

"But Toni, we need to know everything that happened," Elliot told her.

"Why, you think it's going to help you find this guy?" Toni asked.

"We have to know what all he's done so we can figure out what all the DA can charge him with and prosecute him for."

"Trust me, Elliot," Toni said, shaking her head, "You don't want to know about this."

"Toni, did he rape you?"

"No…alright? But it's not for lack of trying that he didn't," she said, "You want to find out who he is…I'd check and see who recently got released from prison around here."

"What did he do?" Elliot wanted to know.

Toni looked him dead in the eyes as she answered coldly, very matter-of-factly, "He started to push me down onto my knees, he told me to blow him, and he said I better do a good job of it otherwise he'd rip me into two. Now, I know that could be a very generic threat, but…it does have the ring of something somebody in prison would say to his new bitch, doesn't it?"

Elliot was left speechless, unable to talk after that little revelation. He felt stunned. He had heard similar stories, and far worse from plenty of rape victims, but this one left him not knowing what to do next. And neither he nor Toni was aware that whey had been overheard by a third party.

Tony Keller stood out in the front hall pressed up against the wall listening to them talk, and he'd heard every word of his daughter's recollection.