Jesse looked at his watch. It was almost ten. Tristan told him he had to be home by ten or he wouldn't be going out anymore. He tried his best to keep the agreement.

He had on his baggy pants and a hat on backwards that matched his baggy hoodie. He walked past an alley but stopped hearing a small groan. He took two steps backward.

Another sound.

He shoved his hands in his long pockets and slowly walked into the dark alleyway. "Yo. Anyone here?"

He kept walking when the groans got louder. He stopped spotting a woman, no older than 20, unconscious on the ground. Her shirt was ripped up and she had bruises on her face.

He went over and kneeled down. "Hey. Do you hear me?" He questioned and looked around. "You ok?" He gulped a little and started touching his pockets. He forgot his cellphone at the party. "Fuck." He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you have a phone so I can call for help?" He asked and gently went for her pockets. The woman jumped. He quickly backed away. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He assured her and spotted her purse. He took it and went through it to find something.

He found a phone and her driver's license. "Rachel Smith." He nodded. He dialed 911 and tried not to panic. "Rach stay with me. Don't fall asleep. You might have one of those concussion things." He waited for the emergency line. "Don't put me on hold" He demanded and let out a deep breath. "Assholes right?" He hung up the phone and thought for a second. He instantly dialed Olivia's number.

"Benson"

"Olivia it's me. Jesse." He answered and took off his hoodie. He put it over Rachel.

"Hey. Where you calling from?"

"Someone else's phone. There is an unconscious woman in an alley. I don't know what to do." He answered a little panicked.

He heard some clutter. "Where are you?"

"Um…" He looked around. "57th. Between Central and 12th." He answered. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah hun, I'm coming. Just keep her awake. Don't let her fall asleep in case she has a concussion. Is she bleeding?"

"Um…no. Just bruised up badly and half conscious. Do I sit her up or what?"

"No. Don't move her. Just talk to her sweetie." Olivia instructed. "We'll be there in a couple minutes."

"We? We who?"

"Elliot and I. I'm still at work." Olivia answered. "Don't panic. Just keep calm. Talk to her. You're good at talking."

Jesse rolled his eyes at that. "Ok. You gonna be here soon though?"

"We are on our way already. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?"

"Um…No. I'll be fine." He answered and hung up the phone. He looked over at Rachel again. "Can you talk?"

She let out a groan again.

"I'll take that as a no." He nodded and sat down on the ground. "I have to keep you awake though. So I might annoy you a little." He looked around for a bit and tapped his foot on the ground being nervous. "My aunt is a cop. They are coming now. You're going to be ok."

Rachel nodded a little and softly took his hand.

"Ok." Jesse nodded and held her hand. "Um…" He wasn't used to affection. "I like rap music. You? Squeeze my hand a little if you do." She squeezed his hand. "Really? White girl like you?"

Rachel smirked a little with her eyes closed.

"I have a goofy middle name." he stated. "It's Albert. You can laugh if you want. It's weird I know."

They heard sirens and flashing lights. Instead of the detective car, it was a marked police car. They parked in front of the alley and two uniforms got out.

"About damn time." Jesse mumbled.

They pointed lights and guns at him. "Step away from her!"

Jesse instantly put his hands up. "Woah. Woah. Don't shoot! I'm not the guy."

"Hands on your head!" One yelled.

"No. Guys look I'm the one that called for help" He answered.

"You went through her purse while waiting huh?"

Jesse glanced at the open purse by him. "No! That's not what it looks like!"

"Hands on your head and turn on your stomach!"

"Oh c'mon man." He whined and lay down on his stomach. He placed his hands on the back of his head. "You're making a mistake."

"So did you." The uniform went over and searched him.

"Stop feeling me up. I'm a homophobe ok? I admit it." He whined. "Get off of me."

They heard another car pull up.

"Wow. Hey! Get off of him." Olivia quickly ran over and pulled the uniform off her nephew. She held up her badge. "He called for help. Calm down and call a bus for the vic." She ordered the uniform.

Jesse let out a deep breath. "There is a God." He mumbled and got off the ground. "They ruined my favorite t-shirt."

Elliot rolled his eyes and noticed Jesse put his hoodie over the victim. He took off his own jacket and put it over Jesse since the teenager only had on a white tank top under.

"Thanks man." Jesse nodded and glanced over at Rachel. "Is she going to be ok?"

Elliot led him away. "She will be fine."

"Oh." Jesse took the Drivers license out. "This was in her purse. Found it when looking for a phone." He handed it to Elliot. "Might need that."

"Thanks." He motioned for Olivia to come over as he went to the squad car.

Olivia went over to her partner. "What's up?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Maybe you should call Tristan and get Jesse home." He answered.

Olivia nodded. "You're right."

Jesse sat down on the hood of the car. "I'm going with you. I'm not a little kid that never seen someone beat up." He answered. "I want to be at the hospital."

"Look Jesse it's better if you're not. It's going to be a lot of cops and doctors. You shouldn't get attached." Olivia answered.

"I'm not attached." He answered. "I just want to make sure she's ok." Elliot and Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Ok maybe that's a little attached." He rolled his eyes. "C'mon I just want to make sure she's ok. That's all. As soon as the doctor says she will be fine, I'll leave."

Elliot and Olivia exchanged looks as the ambulance showed up. Elliot shook his head and opened the door to the squad car. "You go with her. I'll take him."

Olivia glanced at Jesse and pulled out her phone to call her husband before going into the ambulance.

Jesse got into the car with Elliot.

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Tristan arrived at the hospital with an extra hoodie. He spotted Jesse and Olivia sitting in the waiting room. "Hey. You guys ok?"

"Yeah." Olivia nodded and got up. "He wants to make sure she's ok then you can take him home." Olivia answered.

Tristan gave Jesse his hoodie he got from home. "You ok?"

"Yeah." Jesse nodded and pulled on the hoodie since Elliot took his jacket back when he went back to the crime scene.

The doctor came out. "Detective." He motioned to Olivia. Olivia stepped to the side with him.

Jesse instantly got up. Tristan stopped him from going over.

Olivia talked to the doctor for a bit before shaking hands with him and going back to the guys. "She's going to be ok." She informed Jesse.

"What happened though?"

Tristan placed his hand on his nephews shoulder. "They don't know. Let's go home and let them find out."

Jesse shrugged his hand off. "Don't talk to me like I'm a kid."

Olivia shook her head and took Jesse's face in her hands to make him look at her. "Jess, if you want to help her. Let me do my job ok? I can't take her statement or find the guy if I'm here with you ok? Please."

Jesse rolled his eyes and walked away.

Olivia let out a deep breath.

"I got it." Tristan assured her. "Think about your vic. I got him." He gave her a kiss. "I'll see you later."

"Thanks." Olivia nodded and ran a hand through her hair as her husband followed their nephew. She went into the victim's room to get her statement.

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Olivia and Elliot sat across the suspect. It was already 3 in the morning.

"Where were you from 9pm to 10pm tonight Harold?" Elliot questioned the middle aged man.

"At home." He answered. "Asleep until you two dragged me out of my apartment."

"Alone huh?" Olivia asked. "No one to alibi you?"

"Yes. It's not my fault stuck up bitches like you don't know what's good for them." Harold smiled at Olivia.

"Stuck up bitches? Wow. Makes sense why no smart female would voluntarily get in bed with you Harold." Olivia leaned over the table a little. "But you know how to make them get in there don't you?"

"Not the way your thinking but yes I do."

"How do you know Rachel Smith?" Elliot asked.

Harold kept his eyes on Olivia. "Simple. I don't."

"Wrong. You went to the same college." Olivia answered.

"Along with thousands of other people." Harold answered. "You can't pin this on me. I want a lawyer."

Olivia and Elliot let out a deep breath and left the interrogation room.

Cragen shook his head. "No lawyer is willing to get up this early." He smiled at them. "Go home and get some sleep. He can get a lawyer in 4 hours."

Both detectives nodded and left.

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Olivia's alarm went off at six. She let out a groan and grabbed her phone. "Tristan." She mumbled and felt for her husband behind her. "Baby you up?" She opened her eyes and turned around. He wasn't there. She found a note on her nightstand.

Went to work early. Took Jess with me. Love you. T.

Olivia rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. She was only in panties and one of Tristan's shirts since she was too tired last night to get into her pajamas.

She pulled on her jeans and grabbed her bra as she got her toothbrush. She heard a knock on the front door. She rinsed her mouth and went to see who it was.

She looked through the peephole and spotted a bunch of flowers. Her birthday was coming up and she was used to Tristan surprising her before it randomly. She opened the door. "Yeah?"

To her surprise, the vase of flowers slammed against her face. She fell to the ground with her nose bleeding.

The masked man slammed the door shut and grabbed her by the neck. He pulled her up and threw her onto the kitchen table.

Olivia let out a groan and felt a dirty plate she knew very well Jesse left. She grabbed a hold of it and slammed it against the man's head.

The stranger backed away a little but then slammed his fist into her stomach. Olivia caught a shallow breath from the force to her abdomen. The man grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor.

Olivia let out a cough and tried to get up. As soon as she did, she regretted it. The stranger tightly wrapped his arm around her neck and dragged her to her bedroom. Olivia bit down on his arm. He shoved his knee into her back. She let out a scream.

He threw her on the bed and sat down on her. Olivia slammed her fist into his face. This got him angrier. He grabbed her face angrily with one hand and held her wrists over her head with his other hand.

Olivia managed to kick her way out of the hold. He simply pushed his knee into her thigh to make her stop.

It all happened too quickly. In a matter of seconds, the attacker grabbed Olivia's handcuffs from her nightstand and slammed it on her. He cuffed her to the headboard and ripped her jeans down.