WARNING: Adult Content.

Strings

By: Liv-x-Case-Benson & dcmasters

Chapter 9: Forgotten

Casey slept for several hours, Olivia still asleep when she woke.

Unwrapping herself from Olivia's arms, she opened a drawer, retrieving what she was looking for, then resumed her position, gently lifting Olivia's arms above her head, handcuffing them to the railing of the bed. Casey moved back down, kissing the side of Olivia's breast lightly.

Feeling Casey's lips pressed against her breast, Olivia tried to bat her away, only to find she couldn't move her arms. Her eyes flew open, seeing herself cuffed to the bed. "Hey!"

"You really let your guard down this time, Benson," she smirked, her tongue brushing Olivia's nipple very lightly.

"I was sleeping! Let me go!"

"Yes, you were sleeping. Now, you're not," Casey said as she sat up beside her, running her fingers over Olivia's stomach, "You really want me to let you go?"

Olivia blushed a bit. "You're pressing on my bladder and I've really got to get up."

"Hmm... If I let you get up, will you resume your current position when you return?"

Olivia nodded. "I promise!"

Casey watched her for a moment before undoing the cuffs.

Olivia stood, bolting into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later, resuming her position. "All right, Novak."

Casey smirked, handcuffing her to the bed once more. She kissed Olivia's neck gently before licking a trail from just behind Olivia's ear, over her nipples, down the just above her clit.

Olivia moaned. "Case..."

"Yes?" she asked, pinching her nipple.

Olivia moaned again. "Casey! God..."

Casey smirked, moving back up Olivia's body to roughly kiss her neck.

Olivia moaned.

Casey's fingers lightly teased Olivia's clit as she continued her assault on her neck. "Mmm... so... wet..."

"Mmm," she moaned, opening her legs a bit.

Casey's fingers moved quicker, biting Olivia's neck hard.

Olivia moaned, straining against the cuffs.

"Too much for you to handle?" Casey asked, moving to nip at Olivia's breasts.

Olivia shook her head. "No."

Casey unexpectedly pushed three fingers deep inside her. "Sure?"

Olivia moaned. "Casey! Oh God!"

"Want me to let you go?" she asked, moving her fingers deeper.

The detective spread her legs wider, trapping Casey's arm.

Casey curled her fingers, biting Olivia's neck again, her free hand covering Olivia's mouth.

Olivia wrapped her legs around Casey's arm, riding her fingers hard.

"Mmm..." Casey moaned in her ear, moving her hand from her mouth. "What do you want?"

"Let my hands go, please! It hurts and I have no feeling!"

Casey smirked, reaching for the key, undoing the cuffs one handed. "Better?"

Olivia winced, her arms hitting the bed. Bringing her wrists into her line of vision, she saw that they were deeply cut into. She sighed, resting them on her stomach, nodding.

"God, sorry, Liv!" Casey said, kissing the cuts gently.

Olivia flinched from the tiny amount of pressure. "I know. Will you get me two small, wet, cold towels, please?"

Casey nodded, frowning as she rushed to get the towels. When she returned she sat beside Olivia gently placing the towels to the cuts, feeling guilty.

Olivia sat up, cupping her chin after her wrists were tied. "Come here."

Casey moved closer, still frowning.

Olivia pulled her closer. "Hey, I'm ok. I'm just not used to it. Don't worry."

"But I hurt you! I'm sorry!" Casey said, burying her head against Olivia's chest.

"But, up until I was pulling too hard, I liked it," Olivia said, kissing her.

Casey kissed her softly. "You need to learn to keep still. Are you going to be ok?"

Olivia nodded. "Can we not right now? I'm still numb."

"Sure, and I am sorry," Casey apologized once again as Olivia's phone began ringing, earning a frown from Casey. It was 5am!

"Wanna grab that? I can't really move."

Casey nodded. "Benson's phone."

He sighed. "Hey, it's Elliot. We need Liv in for an interrogation. Five-year-old girl was passed out in front of the 1-6. She won't talk to us. Scared to death of men."

"Liv's... asleep so she might be a while. You need me?"

"Casey, we need her. Maybe both of you. I told her about Olivia and she wants to talk to her."

Olivia walked over, grabbing the phone from Casey. "Give us 15 and we'll be in," she said, closing her phone. She went over to her dresser, pulling out and on, clean clothes. "Come on, Case. You too."

"What about your wrists?" she worried, pulling out a pressed suit jacket, matching skirt and blouse, quickly dressing.

Olivia quickly pulled on a sweatshirt. "There. Problem solved," she said, pulling her hair back before pulling on her jacket and clipping her weapon and badge to her slacks. "Relax, if they bother me too much I'll have Melinda tape them."

Casey nodded, doing her makeup, then brushing her hair through. It was the first time she'd had to get ready for work in a long time, and if she was honest she felt nervous, even more so when she stepped into the precinct elevator with Olivia.


Olivia wrapped an arm around her. "Relax. Follow my lead and you'll be back into it in no time," she said, letting go as they stepped of the elevator. "Wait, this could take a bit, so do you have the things you still have to take?" she asked, worried.

"I carry some in my bag everywhere, it's fine."

Olivia nodded. "Just checking," she said, kissing her hand before letting go. "Where's the girl?"

"Play room at the moment," Elliot replied, smiling at both of them.

Olivia nodded again, walking over to grab a notepad and pen from her desk. "Ready?" she asked Casey.

Casey gave a confident smile. "Yeah, ready."

Olivia smiled, walking away with Casey behind her, seeing Cragen observing. "What do we know?"

"We know she was passed out outside the 1-6, that she seemed to be intoxicated with something. They're running a drugs screen as we speak. There's bruising to her body, but she won't let anyone examine her. Parents unknown. She's not speaking. And she's terrified of men."

Olivia nodded, walking in first, Casey following. The girl was blonde with ratty t-shirt and shorts. Her little arms and legs were littered with cuts and bruises. Slowly she walked over, sitting on the couch. "Hi, I'm Olivia. What are you drawing?"

"A picture," she said bluntly, forcing Casey to hold back a laugh.

Olivia smiled. "What's it a picture of?"

"The dark, that's why it's black, silly."

Olivia smiled. "Oh yeah. What's your name?"

"What's hers?" she asked, looking up.

"I'm Casey. It's nice to meet you. Can I sit with you?"

The girl nodded. "Want to draw?"

Olivia sat between them.

Sure," Casey smiled, taking some paper, picking up a crayon, "my favorite color is green. What's yours?"

"Purple and pink!" she said, her little brown eyes shining a moment.

"Sweetie, can you draw me a new picture?" Olivia asked, taking her black picture away and giving her a clean sheet. "You can finish that one later. How about your mommy and daddy?"

She frowned, then began coloring the whole paper red, as Casey drew her half black, half green.

"Sweetie, did something bad happen to them?"

She nodded, watching Casey's crayon move over the page.

Olivia nodded. "Ok, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No. What's Casey drawing?"

"I don't know. I think she's just coloring," Olivia said. "Who takes care of you since that happened?"

She ignored Olivia's question, and moved to sit next to Casey, watching her. "You like my drawing?" Casey asked softly.

She nodded. "It's very pretty."

Olivia nodded, sitting on Casey's other side. "Maybe you can ask," she whispered to Casey.

"You know, I can't tell you what it is if I don't know your name because it's a secret. You know my name."

The girl looked at Casey, very afraid of even saying it.

Olivia, not wanting to pressure her, grabbed a clean sheet of paper and started drawing.

"It's—I don't have a name anymore," she squeaked.

Casey nodded. "Well, that's ok. You don't have to tell me," she looked back at her picture, "See the green? It's my favorite color. It's like peace, and love, and relaxation."

The girl smiled at the picture. "I don't have a name like you anymore... My master calls me his kitty..." she said, shyly.

Olivia dropped the crayon. This kid, this five-year-old, wa..was a...

Casey kept calm. "What did you used to be called? I bet it was a pretty name like Lily, or Mollie or..." she paused, suddenly noticing the necklace she wore which had the letter G on it, "Or Georgia."

Olivia noticed the girl's necklace, taking notes. The girl looked down. "Maybe...but this necklace isn't for that. We did everything in order. I think it started with an "H"."

"Hannah?" Casey suggested.

"Maybe..."

"What did you do in order, sweetie?"

"Go to the bathroom. We barely eat. And...bad things that hurt!" she said, curling up into a ball. "Things that make red sticky goo come out."

Inwardly, Olivia shuddered, but kept silent, taking notes.

Casey moved on the floor next to her. "It's ok. Nothing bad is going to happen to you again, I promise. How many of you are there?"

She thought a moment. "Nine. There used to be ten, but Master said not to think about Ashley anymore. She was the oldest."

"What happened to Ashley?"

"She got too old. He doesn't like older girls. He took her for a drive and came back alone. Then he came downstairs to see us, said we would have to take care of ourselves from now on."

"Sweetie, were you number 7?"

"Why are you asking?"

"You said you had to do things in order. Your necklace has a G on it. G is the seventh letter of the alphabet. A is first. Ashley was the oldest."

She nodded. "Yes. I was number 7."

"Do you know the names of everyone else?"

"Umm...I-I mostly know numbers. I'm sorry."

"That's ok, you're doing really well. I was going to go and get us all some hot chocolate, you want one?"

She nodded, enthusiastically. "Please!"

Olivia looked up from her notes. "Do you want to draw a kitty or a puppy?"

She tensed when she heard the word kitty. "No thank you. Where's Casey?"

Olivia nodded. "I'm sorry. Casey went to get us hot chocolate. She'll be back. Here, can you finish her other drawing?"

She nodded, picking up the green crayon. "Her favorite color is green."

Olivia smiled. "Yes it is. What are you going to draw?"

"My house."

"Okay. I'd like to see that," Olivia said.

She began drawing, looking up as Casey returned. "Hey Hope. I thought you might be hungry, so I got you some pancakes," Casey smiled, placing them down on the table, followed by the hot chocolate.

"Hope?" she smiled. "I like that name!" she said, sitting up at the table.

Olivia smiled. "Ok, Hope, you eat and I'm going to talk to Casey for a minutes. We'll be right back," she said as they walked out. "Hope?"

"There was a milk carton appeal a few months ago. You might have the missing persons file somewhere. Hope Walters. She was missing after her parents were in a car accident. They think she got scared and fled the scene. No other family."

"Her parents die?"

"Yes. Father had a heart attack at the wheel and the mother wasn't wearing a seat belt. Straight through the windshield."

"Ugh! Ugly. So...we need to find out where she ran from when she came here. If she knows his name or where the building is. How old was she when she ran away?"

"Four and a half. What do you need me to do?"

"We need to know where she ran from. It sounds like an underage sex trafficking ring. Who's this 'Master'? We need a name."

"Can you pull the file and check where the accident was? I'll try asking."

Olivia nodded, handing her the notepad and pen. "Accuracy," she said, walking away to her desk. "Do we have Hope's file?"

"Yeah, here," Elliot replied as Casey returned to Hope.

"How are the pancakes?" he asked, sitting back down.

Hope smiled. "Really good," she said holding Casey's hand.

Casey smiled, holding her hand tightly. "I'm glad you liked them. Listen, sweetie, I need you to think very hard for me ok? Then we can stop for now if you want, and I can take you somewhere to sleep. Can you remember Master's real name?"

Hope thought really hard. "M—Mark...Mark..I think I saw a letter with his name once. Mark Creed or Credio...I don't remember. I think they wanted money because when he saw it, he.." she suddenly clung to Casey.

"Shh... it's ok. What did he do? Take your time," she whispered, holding Hope tightly.

She nodded, taking s breath. "He...he complained that we weren't making him enough money so he..punished us!"

"And when he punished you, what did he do?"

"He took us to a room, put tape over our mouths and...made us bleed. He made us watch. If we cried he...he used a whip on our backs."

Casey closed her eyes for a moment. She didn't want to ask the next question, but she knew she had to. "Made you bleed where?"

Olivia thought for a second, then stood beside Casey. "Hope, sweetie, can you touch my clothes to show me where?"

Hope looked at Casey, who nodded. She reached a hand to Olivia's belt. "Down there," she sobbed, clinging to Casey once more.

Olivia nodded. "Both sides?" she asked gently, shuddering inwardly.

Hope nodded, crying harder.

"Shh, it's ok..." Casey whispered repeatedly.

Olivia nodded, wrapping her jacket around the little girl. "Casey's right. The hard questions are over for right now. Why don't you go with her and get a little sleep?"

Hope nodded again, still not letting go of Casey's neck. "Tell you what, I'll carry you," she said softly, standing with Hope, her shoulder hurting a little but she didn't care. Casey took Hope through to the crib, laying her down gently, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're so brave, Hope. I'm proud of you. Sleep now, I'll stay in the room the whole time."

She nodded. "You remind me of my Mommy," she said, holding her hand. "She had red hair too. She always knew what to say."

"You're very pretty. I'm sure your Mommy would be very proud of you too." She leant forward to kiss Hope's forehead.

Hope smiled, sitting up to hug Casey tightly. "Goodnight...Mommy," she said, half asleep as she laid back down.

"Goodnight baby," she whispered, smiling to herself. When Hope had fallen asleep, Casey shifted herself, pulling the other single bed over so they nearly touched, laying down facing Hope, still holding her hand as she too fell asleep.

Olivia walked up to the cribs, thinking Casey would be back down. Opening the door, she smiled seeing Casey asleep. She covered her with another blanket, kissing her cheek, walking back down. "She's asleep. Both are," she said, sitting at her desk.

"It's a hard case for Casey's first one back. I'm not surprised she's worn out," Elliot replied.

Olivia nodded. "Is Mark in the database?"

"Yeah. Three counts of sexual assault. Got out a year ago."

"Underage? Is there an address?"

"Yes. Hang on... Over in Queens. You wanna pay him a visit?"

Olivia nodded. "Yes, though I don't expect a warm welcome," she said.


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