"Did he say anything to you?" Elliot asked Hank as they headed towards Casey's hospital room.
"Something about waking up in hell since I was there, but other than that, not much," Hank told them. "He knows what happened to him and he's already defensive. You can try questioning him, I'm going to hang back and see what happens."
"Thanks," Olivia said as they headed for the door.
They entered the room and saw Matt Casey sitting up in the bed, eyes wide open now and looking not thrilled whatsoever to be there.
"Matt Casey, do you remember us?"
"No," he answered, "sorry."
"Okay, we'll go through the introductions again," Elliot said as they showed their badges, "Detective Elliot Stabler, Detective Olivia Benson. Do you know where you are?"
"The hospital."
"Do you know which hospital?"
"Nope," he answered.
"Do you know what city you're in?" Olivia asked.
"...Manhattan," he said after a slight hesitation.
"Can you tell us what happened to you?" Elliot asked.
"Nope, sorry," Casey said a little too quickly to be convincing.
"Okay, Matt, we know you were assaulted," Olivia said, "and I know that you're feeling embarrassed and ashamed at what happened-"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Matt told them, "I just want to get out of here."
"What're you doing in New York?" Elliot asked.
Casey was silent for a second, then shrugged and said, "I can't remember."
"If you're protecting someone, you need to tell us, we can help you," Elliot told him.
"I'm not protecting anyone," Casey insisted, "and I wasn't raped."
"So the sex was consensual."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"Matt," Olivia told him, "we talked to your doctor, we know about the stitches, they took pictures during the rape kit." They saw his mouth close and his eyes bulge at this newfound information. "Now we need to know who did this to you."
"No."
"And you need to know that if anything happened during your attack, and your body responded in a way you didn't want, that's not your fault," Olivia continued, "it's simply an involuntary muscle response, it doesn't mean-"
"I'm not talking to you, to either of you, now get out and leave me alone," Casey sniped them.
"Matt-"
"Go away."
The two cops looked at each other and knew they weren't going to get anywhere.
"Okay," Olivia said as they started to back off. She reached in her pocket and laid her card on the bed table, "If you change your mind, you can reach us at this number."
Casey's response was to roll over on his side with his back to them.
"Well, that sucked," Olivia said after they left the room.
"Told you," Voight said.
"It's obvious this guy is scared out of his mind about something," Elliot noted, "but what?" He turned to Voight, "If he wouldn't back off with you trying to kill him, what would make him clam up now?"
Voight shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Wish I knew."
"You said you could get him to talk?" Elliot asked.
"Talk, yeah, actually give us answers, that'll take time," Voight said.
"Well, we're desperate," Olivia said.
"Nice to know," he said cynically.
"See what you can do," Elliot suggested.
They stood back and watched as Voight went into Casey's room this time. Watching through the window they could easily see Casey's discomfort at the cop's presence in the room. They exchanged some words and Voight advanced to Matt's hospital bed, it was obvious from Casey's body language that he still wasn't going to cooperate and he wasn't going to admit to anything, but despite this the conversation kept rolling. Casey turned away from Voight and looked towards the wall, but even then words were exchanged. Finally, Voight reached over and put his hand on Casey's arm, the younger man visibly grimaced under the touch but otherwise made no attempt to pull away. Hank said some final words in parting and left the room and rejoined the detectives in the corridor.
"Well?" Olivia asked.
Hank shook his head, "Won't budge."
"That was worth doing," Elliot dryly commented.
"He won't admit he was raped...but he said he didn't get a look at the guy," Voight said. "Now that's all he's willing to say right now, but he wants to know where he has to go when he gets out of here to get his wallet."
"He'll have to come to our station and sign for it," Olivia answered.
"I'll bring him. In the meantime he's going to need a change of clothes for when he's discharged, I finally got the name of a motel he checked into out of him, he should have a set there," Voight told them.
"Give us the address, we'll check it out," Olivia said.
"This is depressing," Olivia said as she looked around the scarcely furnished motel room that Matt Casey was registered as staying at. "Don't firemen get paid better than this?"
Elliot found Casey's bag on the bed, unzipped it and looked in. "Couple changes of clothes, razor, deodorant, pretty bare bones stuff, absolutely nothing to indicate what he came out here for, and no indicator he planned staying past the weekend. No condoms, and there were none in his wallet."
Olivia headed out the door and asked the desk clerk, "Did he say anything about why he was here?"
"No ma'am, and it's not our business to ask, you lose customers that way."
"Did he bring anybody else to this room?" Elliot questioned.
"If he had there would've been an additional charge for two customers."
"And were there?"
"No."
"Did he ask about any services?" Olivia asked, "Or directions to any place?"
"He asked if there were any good restaurants in the area, I gave him a couple names."
"Whatever Matt Casey was doing in New York, he never went anywhere to eat," Elliot said back at the squad room, "we checked the restaurants the motel clerk listed, nobody ever saw him, we checked the other places in the same area, nothing. Now he was in New York 2 days and he was only attacked on the second day, so where the hell's he been all this time?"
"I don't suppose he offered anything," Cragen said.
"He is adamant that nothing happened, he wasn't raped, he didn't have sex with anybody, and he's not talking to us," Olivia told him.
"Well it sounds like our hands are tied then, with no complaining victim and no witnesses we have nothing to go on."
"Captain, somebody got to this guy and terrified him into keeping his mouth shut," Elliot said, "that's coercion, it's intimidation."
"It's impossible to prove without anybody willing to file a complaint or testify in open court," Cragen replied. "Now we have plenty of other cases we can spend our resources on with victims who are able and willing to tell someone what happened to them."
Munch came up and inserted himself into the conversation with his typical forte of cynicism, "'Please excuse our victim's absence, he's too dead to talk'."
"What're you talking about, John?" Donald asked.
"EMS just responded to another scene with another male vic with a similar pattern to our 'no talk'um' case, only this guy didn't live long enough for the paramedics to get to him."
Olivia and Elliot looked at their captain, who didn't make direct eye contact but instead looked ahead at a lower level in his 'I hate this job somedays' expression and told them, "Go."
