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The room was typical of a teenage girl. Picture of friends and posters of the latest boy bands that girls were obsessed with covered the pink walls. There were textbooks littered all over the floor that showed signs of repeated use. Olivia looked around the room until her sight rested on the figure of a petite, brunette girl sitting at her desk on her laptop. Olivia cleared her throat and the girl turned around.

She was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Olivia thought the outfit was sort of unusual considering it was May and about 70 degrees out. She had deep blue eyes, so blue in fact that Olivia was dazed by them for a second, but she regained her composure and went into detective mode. She smiled and sat down on the bed that was against the far wall.

"Hi, I'm Detective Benson, but you can call me Olivia."

The girl instantly shifted uncomfortably in her seat the second she heard the word "detective" and hesitated before she answered,

"Hi, I'm Emily."

Olivia sighed internally, knowing that getting information from her was going to be like pulling teeth, but it was her job so she had no choice but to try.

"Emily huh? I've always liked that name. Well Emily, do you know why I'm here?"

"No," she answered rather flatly.

"Well, we received a call saying that someone was screaming, and Mrs. Edwards thought it was you, do you know anything about that?"

Olivia immediately saw Emily's body go rigid and her pupils double in size. She had no doubt now that it was in fact the girl screaming, but her intuition was not going to go far in making a case…she needed Emily to talk. From the frightened look on the girl's face, she was expecting her to break down crying and confirm everything Olivia was suspecting…her experience told her this is what was going to happen. Olivia was taken aback from what actually happened.

"I don't know anything about that…sorry."

"Ok…well where were you tonight?"

"I was home, with my step-dad."

"Huh, I see. Emily, has your step-dad ever done something that made you uncomfortable, or hurt you?

"NO! Please can you just leave me alone now!!!!"

Olivia was semi-shocked that Emily just denied everything. So she tried another approach.

"You know, you can tell me if someone is hurting you Emily. I'm here to help, and I'm a really good listener."

Emily lost all the confidence from her first response and her voice was very shaky

"I told you, no...nothing happened. I didn't hear anything, so can you pl…please stop asking me, I have a lot of homework."

Emily was almost shaking with fear now, but she was determined not to say anything, and Olivia knew she could not push the issue anymore…the girl had just completely shut her out. So she sighed and got up from the bed, took out a business card, and placed it on the desk, saying,

"Ok, but if you remember anything, or ever want to talk, here is my card. It has my cell phone number on the back, so call me anytime you need to."

Emily gave a very weak smile and "Ok" and after taking one last look at the teen, Olivia exited the room and went back into the living room.

"Ok, I think I have everything I need. I'm sorry to keep you up so late Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. If I have any other questions, I will call you," Olivia said slightly defeated.

"Thank you detective, have a good night," said Mrs. Sullivan politely.

Sean just glared at her from where he was sitting on the couch, and Olivia did not feel comfortable leaving Emily in the apartment with him, but she had no choice and slowly made her way down the stairs in order to make her way back to the precinct.