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Chapter Four- Crime

One week later, Jackie stumbled into a hospital holding her torn clothes around her bruised body and made her way to the front desk at the nurse's station. She didn't need to say anything. The moment the nurse saw her, she paged a doctor and got Jackie into room.

Much to Jackie's preference, a female doctor came into the hospital room she currently inhabited.

"Hi Jackie," the doctor said. "I'm Dr. Reid."

"Hi," Jackie croaked out.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Dr. Reid asked sweetly.

Jackie looked down in her lap, tears building up in her eyes. "I…" She shook her head.

"We're you attacked?" Jackie nodded. "We're you raped?" she said this with a lower voice. Jackie nodded and the tears spilled out of her eyes. Dr. Reid nodded her head. She then turned her head and nodded to a nurse who was standing near the door. The nurse responded with her own nod and left the room to go call the police.

It was about fifteen minutes later that the door to Jackie's hospital room opened and two people stepped inside. One was an attractive man who looked to be in his mid forties. He was tall and very well built, wearing a suit and tie and his smile was sincere and comforting. The other was a woman most likely in her late thirties or early forties. Her brown hair was cut short into a cute bob cut and she wore a pair of jeans and a brown leather jacket. Her strikingly pretty face wore a sympathetic smile. Jackie correctly assumed that they were police officers.

"Hi," the woman said. "I'm Olivia," she said as she flashed her badge, the man doing the same. "And this is Elliot. We're detectives from the Special Victims Unit."

"Hi," Jackie meekly responded.

"What's your name?" Olivia asked. Of course the nurse had already told them her name, but the two veteran detectives had always been able to tell how forthcoming a victim would be based on whether or not she would give her name and how easily she did.

Jackie swallowed the lump in her throat before whispering her name just loudly enough for her visitors to hear. "Jackie…Burkhart," she added when she realized that they would probably want a last name as well.

Both detectives gave her a comforting smile and inwardly sighed in relief. She would not impede their investigation.

"Okay, Jackie," Elliot started, "the nurse told us that none of your injuries are severe and that you don't appear to have a concussion, so they are going to let you go in about an hour, but first, we need to have a rape kit done."

Jackie looked apprehensive. "Rape kit?"

"It's just a simple procedure," he explained. "The doctor is going to do an examination and check for any type of evidence that will help us find who raped you."

"I know…" Jackie began.

A look of realization crossed the faces of the detectives.

"Do you know who raped you?" Olivia asked.

Jackie thought a moment before shaking her head in the negative. "No, I don't."

It was clear that she was lying.

"Jackie, if you know, you need to tell us."

"I can't."

Olivia and Elliot exchanged looks. Apparently she wouldn't be as forthcoming as they thought, but they decided to leave the subject for further probing when they would take her statement at the station. For now, they just wanted to get the rape kit done. Dr. Reid came back into the room and once again gave Jackie a comforting smile.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Jackie only nodded and the doctor began to prepare her by putting her legs up in stirrups, something they had to be pushed to do. Olivia stayed with her while Elliot went outside the call the person Jackie asked him to. A Mrs. Kitty Foreman.

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"Jackie! Jackie, where are you?!"

"Excuse me Miss, you need to calm down," a random nurse told a hysterical Kitty Foreman.

"Don't tell me to clam down! I need to see Jackie!" she yelled.

"Okay, okay. What's her last name?" the nurse asked as she went behind the counter to her computer.

"Burkhart. Jackie Burkhart."

The nurse typed in the name and her face fell at the information that came up. She's the rape victim. "Room 107."

"Thank you," Kitty said as an after thought and rushed down the hall.

The rape kit had already been done and Jackie was getting dressed in some sweats that the hospital provided because her close where being kept by the detectives as evidence. Not that she wanted them back anyway. Elliot and Olivia were standing outside of the room talking to Dr. Reid.

"A lot of trauma to the genital area. Luckily, I found fluids," she was telling the detectives.

Elliot saw Kitty rushing towards them and could take a guess at whom she was.

"Are you Kitty Forman?" he asked her.

"Yes. Are you Detective Stabler?"

"Yes, I am."

Kitty breathed for what seemed like the first time since she received the call form the Kenosha Detective.

"Where's Jackie? What happened? Is she okay? I need to see her."

"Okay, Mrs. Foreman, calm down," Olivia told her. "Jackie is in this room."

"Who are you?"

"This is my partner, Detective Benson," Elliot introduced.

"Oh, hello. Can I please see Jackie? You wouldn't tell me what was wrong over the phone."

"Mrs. Foreman," Elliot began before taking a big breath. He hated this part. "Jackie was raped."

Kitty's face went white with horror before she let out a scream of the name 'Jackie' and rushed passed Dr. Reid and the detectives into the room where she was met with the sight of Jackie dressed in hospital sweats, sitting on the bed with her feat dangling over the side, her head down and dried tears covering her face.

Jackie looked up to see the woman who was like a second mother to her, or really her first mother, depending upon how you look at it, and rushed to her in a crushing hug, fresh tears making new tracks over the old ones as she cried.

Kitty let out a sob and held the girl who was like a daughter to her in a vice-like grip, unwilling to let go for fear that another of the world's brutal realities would befall on her, and that was just fine with Jackie.

Note: I know, not very long. But hey, at least I'm back. I'm going to be honest. Updates for this story as well as the Untitled Forbidden Ship will not be very regular, the same can be said for my Law & Order: SVU stories, so at least I'm consistent on some level. Please review.

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