"Ok" the doctor started, putting her stethoscope into her ears. "Take a big breath in" she instructed, moving the instrument around Emma's back and stomach.

She couldn't help but notice that every time she placed it somewhere new, Emma's body flinched a bit.

She looked back at Elliot after the 4th or 5th time and saw he noticed it too.

She proceeded to check Emma's ears, nose, mouth, and blood pressure.

"Ok, lay back for me" she instructed kindly. "I'm just going to press some parts of your stomach now. If I press a spot and it hurts, let me know and I'll stop, I promise. Ready?"

Emma nodded, staring straight up at the ceiling.

The doctor began to press over the gown, not aware or the bruises all across her chest and stomach.

The first press wasn't too bad, but the second one was directly on a new bruise from the previous nights assault, and Emma let out a small yelp of pain.

"Ok, ok" the doctor soothed, putting her hands up. "I won't press it again. I'm just going to lift your gown to see the area?" She requested.

Emma didn't reply. What could she say at this point?

The doctor gently moved the gown up, covering her legs with a sheet, and exposing her stomach, which was almost completely covered with dark blue and purple welts and bruises.

The young doctor swallowed hard, trying not to let her face reflect the shock she was feeling.

She had seen various abuse cases, but nothing even came close to this.

"Alright Emma, I'm going to take a quick picture of these" she said, taking the camera from the instrument tray, and snapping one.

When the doctor moved aside, the detectives caught sight of the injuries and looked back at each other, eyes full of sadness and anger.

Neither of them could ever understand how anyone could possibly hurt a child like that.

"Ok, and can you turn and lay on your back for me?" She asked.

A tear escaped Emma's eye and she silently turned and laid on the opposite side.

She felt so violated, and judged, and scared.

She couldn't even begin to imagine the kind of lies she'd have to make up, and the kind of punishment her father would surely give her.

After taking pictures of the welts across her back, the doctor instructed her to turn back around, then photographed her arms and cheek for evidence as well.

"Emma, you're doing great and being so brave. I'm almost finished, but there's one more step. I'm going to have you put your feet in these" she explained motioning to the stirrups at the end of the exam table, "and look between your legs. I'm not going to hurt you, just make sure everything's ok down there. Is that alright with you?" She asked.

She glanced up at the doctor, then to Olivia then Elliot, her eyes desperate to flee.

"You have to?" She whispered in a small, very childlike voice.

Elliot locked eyes with her and could see how alone she looked.

She was just a little girl, just like Maureen.

"Hey, no ones going to hurt you" he said, standing up and taking her hand. "We'll be with you the whole time. I know your scared, but it will be ok, promise."

Olivia smiled. She always admired her partners connection with kids.

Emma contemplated this.

"Ok" she finally whispered, laying back and slowly putting her feet up in the stirrups.

The nurse readjusted the sheet covering her so she could still have some privacy and Elliot gave her hand a reassuring squeeze while the doctor rolled on a stool to the end of the exam table.

"Ok honey you're doing great, I'm just going to put this light on so I can see a little better." She explained.

The doctor was absolutely horrified when she began examining.

Dark bruising covered every inch of her inner thighs, and her genitals were red, raw, and looked infected.

Someone had been brutally raping this girl for at least the last few days.

"Emma I know this is hard but I just need a take one picture." She said, taking it as fast as she could.

Emma was starting to squirm, and from the looks the was getting from Detective Stabler, she knew she didn't have much longer.

"Ok, this is just a regular q-tip, but I'm just going to take a quick swab. Nothing will go in you, just on the outside. Ready?" She asked.

Elliot looked down at Emma, and saw tears slowly falling from her eyes.

"Ok 1, 2, 3" she said, gently swabbing her.

"NO please stop!" She yelled, and shut her legs quickly, fully crying how.

She hugged her knees to her chest and crouched into a ball trying to cover herself, despite the pain she got from going so.

"Emma, Emma its ok" Elliot soothed "You're safe, it's ok."

It took a few minutes for his words to reach her, and when she calmed down she looked up, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry I just got... scared." She mumbled, sniffling.

"It's ok honey, you don't have to apologize. You did great" Olivia reassured, now joining them at the exam table. Let's get you changed and then we can go get something to eat and chat." She said.

Emma nodded. She was ready to tell someone.

A/N- it doesn't seem like people are really enjoying this one, which is totally fine! If people want it continued, just review and I'd be happy to, but if not, I'll just focus on other stories :)