A/N: Hey everyone...I'm back. The Writer's Block for this story has finally subsided, so let's continue on with the show. As usual I do not own any part of Law and Order and am not making any money off of this story.

Dove: Part 6

Alexandra Cabot sighed as she walked the hallways of Manhattan's 16th precinct. She needed to talk to Olivia right away, and was glad to see the brunette was at her desk. It was one thing that had gone right in a day where everything else was not working in Alex's favor. Or Misha's for that matter. The hospital was angling for Misha's release pending a psychiatric evaluation that evening. However, Misha's parents had yet to come forward to relinquish her medical equipment and Misha would not be able to function well without it, especially as her doctors emphasized that while Misha could continue to recuperate from her ordeal just as well with Alex and Liv, her recovery was far from complete. Alex had nearly convinced a judge to allow Olivia and Fin to go seize the equipment despite the fact that it was still less than 30 days since the court order had been signed, but the judge was insisting that she needed to speak with Olivia before she would allow it.

As Alex got closer to the desk where she had seen Liv, she said her name softly but got no acknowledgment. Olivia stared at her computer screen without really seeing it, her eyes vacant and devoid of life.

"Liv?" Alex spoke softly from behind her friend, hoping she wouldn't startle her too badly.

Olivia turned and glanced back at Alex in surprise. "Alex!" She stood up to give the blonde a hug, but had barely gotten two steps before freezing in her tracks, shocked at the hard look in Alex's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Basically Misha's physically well enough to come home but without her adaptive equipment..." When Olivia nodded in understanding, Alex continued. "I'll need you to tell Judge Petrovsky the details behind why we need the stuff earlier than we're technically supposed to take it"

At Olivia's nod, the Captain spoke up from behind Alex, where he'd been waiting to see what he could do to help.

"I'll have Elliot and Fin start heading out to the old brownstone. Alex and Liv, call them as soon as you're done with Petrovsky."

***

Dr George Huang entered Misha's hospital room cautiously. The nurse on shift had mentioned that the girl startled easily and the last thing he needed was for her to shut down on him before he could assess her. When he was directly beside her bed Dr. Huang laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Misha stiffened slightly and glanced up, jerking away sharply when she realized her visitor was a strange man. Before she knew it, she was curled in a protective ball, as far away from him as she could get and still be in the hospital bed.

"Don't hurt me..." Misha silently cursed herself when she heard the frightened whisper leave her mouth. She had meant that to sound intimidating, but it certainly hadn't come out that way. Much to her surprise, she saw a look of genuine concern enter the man's eyes and he smiled at her reassuringly.

"Misha, I'm Dr. George Huang. I'm a psychiatrist, and I work down at the precinct with Det. Benson and ADA Cabot." The admission of where he worked seemed to put the traumatized teen more at ease.

Misha nodded slightly to herself, taking a deep breath and uncurling from her little ball. If this man worked with Liv and Alex, there was no question that she was safe.

"Why are you here?"

As he answered, Dr. Huang sat down in a chair by Misha's hospital bed, angling it so he could monitor the teen's body language, and setting a small tape recorder on the nightstand by the bed.

"I'm here because your doctors think you are ready to go home, but they want to make sure you're doing ok emotionally first. Also, have Alex and Olivia talked to you about pressing charges?"

Misha nodded and looked away. "I…I know I'm mad enough to. And I know what they did is wrong. But I'm scared to…"

Dr Huang reached over and discretely turned on the tape recorder.

"Michelle, before we keep going, I want you to understand that what you say is going to be recorded. Anything you tell me will be used to persecute your parents. Do you wish to press charges?"

"Y…Yes." This time the response was definite. Definite and determined.

"Why don't you tell me what happened on November 17th?"

"I called the cops on my parents."

Dr. Huang looked at Misha as if studying her, his gaze sympathetic.

"Why did you call the police, Michelle?"

"Because my mom and dad attacked me."

"Did something provoke the attack?"

"They found out that I was struggling in school. I was on academic probation."

"What was their response to finding this out?"

"Dad told me I couldn't see my boyfriend anymore. When I told him that wasn't going to happen, that we were planning on getting married, things got out of control. He stood up and looked like he was gonna take a swing at me, so I ducked and ran down the hall to my bedroom. He and mom followed me and closed the door once they came in so I couldn't get away. Mom leaned against it, and just watched as Dad yanked me out from behind my dresser and cornered me between it and my bed. I tried apologizing, but that just made him angrier. He said he was the only man I should trust, and when I didn't answer, he shoved me back on my bed, yanked my pants down, and…"

Misha broke off abruptly, bringing her hand to her cheek, fingers brushing lightly where the worst of the bruising was still fading.

"What happened, Misha?"

"He… he raped me…I tried to push him off, but all that earned me was a punch to the face. Mom moved away from the door then, showing me a knife she had brought with her from the kitchen. She started screaming at me to shut my mouth, or she'd end my worthless life right then. I screamed. I didn't mean to, but I was so scared. She started running the knife across my skin, and at the same time I felt myself start bleeding from my privates. Dad finally finished, and I tried to sit up, but Mom laid into me then, knocking me back so I hit my head on one of my bed posts. There was so much blood, and I was so dizzy, the last thing I remember is pulling my cell phone out from where I hid it under my mattress, and calling 911."

Dr. Huang was silent for nearly a full minute after hearing this recitation, and finally managed to compose himself again to ask,

"And what about now, do you feel safe with Alex and Olivia?"

"Yes, they would never hurt me, and I know that. I want to stay with them, they're not making me!" This last came out semi-defensively, and Misha had to work for a moment to control her emotions.

"No one is going to take you away, Michelle, although you may have to talk to a judge about staying with them. What do you think should happen to your parents?"

"I think they need to go to jail for a good long time. They kept me in a prison of my own long enough. I'd also like to see their adoption license revoked, so they can't hurt another child the way they did with me. My mom shouldn't be allowed to teach anymore either."

Dr. Huang was slightly surprised at the ferocity with which these words were spoken. But, he supposed, it wasn't really anger behind them, even if Misha had every right to be angry. It was more pain than anything, considering the epilepsy the attack had caused was an unthinkable burden on top of her cerebral palsy, not to mention the emotional scars. He switched off the tape recorder, and stood.

"Well, I think that's it for now. I am going to recommend to your doctor that you be placed on an anti anxiety med permanently, and that you follow up with someone monthly to evaluate the need for antidepressants or other med changes."

Misha smiled, and nodded her understanding, but when Dr. Huang had left, resolved to ask her physician more questions about these meds before she was released.

***

Hearing

"Ms. Cabot, I was hoping it would be awhile before you reappeared in my courtroom."

"My apologies, Your Honor. But Michelle's recovery, at least physically, is going well enough that Mercy has told us she will be discharged this evening. In fact, Dr. Huang is with her right now, conducting the final psych evaluation that is required for her release."

"Has the necessary equipment for her to come home with you been provided as previously requested?"

Olivia spoke up, seeing the judge's gaze shift to her.

"No, Your Honor."

"There is no other feasible option at this time, is that correct, other than going to Michelle's former residence and retrieving the equipment?"

"That is correct."

"Then the court hereby grants the Manhattan Special Victims Unit the right to a search and seizure of all necessary adaptive and assistive equipment belonging to Michelle Golden, as well as clothing and medications to last until her parents can be tried, and the rest of her material possessions can be returned to her."

The gavel fell, and as the two women made their way out of the courtroom, Olivia called Elliot to share the news. Alex got into her car after her usual admonition to be careful, and made her way to Mercy Hospital to sit with Misha and await her release.

A/N: There's Part 6. Next chapter we'll see just what Liv, Fin, and Elliot find at Misha's old residence, and detail her release from Mercy Hospital. Things are gonna start heating up, ladies and gents, just stay with me. Review!