TW this includes a pretty detailed account of a rape kit
Her head hurt. Correction her whole body hurt. She was disorientated until she remembered what had happened although the pain between her legs gave her a clue. He must have knocked her out. She noticed her skirt and top were torn and she couldn't see her panties anywhere. Could she sit up? She wasn't sure. Stand? Where was her purse? She could phone someone? Who? Not dad? Mom? Mo? Lee? She managed to pull herself into a standing position despite the alleyway spinning. Her purse it wasn't here. He must have taken it. Where was the man? Elizabeth took a few steps forward steadying herself on the dumpster. The precinct. It was less than a block away, if she could just get to the precinct, someone would be there right. Her dad wasn't on shift, but Fin or Munch or Cragen or Olivia. Oh she hoped Olivia would be there.
The elevator pinged to show Elizabeth she had made it to the right floor. She thanked God that she was the only one in the elevator. It was getting late and the precinct was pretty quiet at this time. She walked into the SVU "What's your name honey." A female uniformed officer Elizabeth didn't recognise asked. "El...Elizabeth...Elizabeth Stabler." She managed to stammer. Then she heard the voice of the woman she hoped she would. "Lizzie, hi sweetie you're dads not in tonight." Olivia smiled jovially without looking up. Then as she did her tone changed. "Lizzie. Did something happen to you?" Elizabeth's top was ripped, revealing her plain white bra underneath. Her skirt was torn too, with a telltale white substance on it. Her strawberry blonde hair was tangled with blood and gravel matted into it. Mascara had run down her face and blood had dried obscuring half her face but that was nothing compared to the terrified expression she wore. Olivia was shocked, Elizabeth was always the most put together of all of the Stabler children. Even as a little girl Lizzie had cared about her appearance, not in a vain way, she just liked to look nice. Her clothes weren't always the most fashionable, although Olivia was sure Elliot would have a heart attack if he'd seen his girls out in some of the short skirts and tube tops she often saw girls Elizabeth's age wearing. But Elizabeth always looked cute and 'classy' Olivia decided, cute and classy was a weird way to think about a 15 year old but it suited Elizabeth. "Lizzie, Elizabeth? Did something happen?" Olivia asked again. Elizabeth nodded and took a step toward Olivia, causing her vision to blur and the room to spin. She swayed unsteadily. It was almost a miracle she'd made it to the precinct. Olivia rushed to her side in a second. "I've got you honey, you're okay." Elizabeth reached toward Olivia who embraced her and lead her toward a private room. "You're safe Lizzie."
"Olivia. Please... please don't call my dad?"
Lizzie asked. "Okay. I won't call your dad right now." Olivia said knowing that Elliot would end up finding out anyways "Why don't you sit down and tell me what happened Lizzie?" Olivia asked. "I was getting pizza, for me and Emma and Anna... this man..I thought he was a tourist...he had an accent...he asked me how to get to Times Square...as I told him he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me into this alleyway...Olivia...I think...I think I was raped." Tears started to run tracks down Elizabeth's face and Olivia had to take a breath to compose herself. She wanted to ask her more but getting her to the hospital was the most important thing, for the rape kit and Elizabeth seemed a little disoriented. Little Lizzie Love, thats what Elliot called her. Olivia had babysat the kids a few times, when Elliot was away and Kathy was working, or when Elliot and Kathy had one of their very few date nights. She'd read Elizabeth bedtime stories, played board games with her, tucked her in bed and held her when she cried after falling and grazing her knee. Sweet Elizabeth who spent so much time curled up in the old armchair her nose stuck in a book seemed a far cry from the shaking, crying girl in front of Olivia now. "Okay Lizzie, let's get you to the hospital. I'll drive you and I'll stay with you the whole time. Are you sure you don't want me to call someone, it doesn't have to be your dad. I could call your mom, or even Maureen?" The poor girl was traumatised and Olivia knew how close she was to her sisters. "Liv, please don't." Elizabeth sobbed looking even more distraught. "Okay Lizzie, that's okay."
"But can I text my friends. I don't have my phone... I'm meant to get pizza...They'll worry...what do I say?" Lizzie worried between sobs. "Do you know their number?" Lizzie nodded. "Shall I text them?" Olivia asked, Lizzie was shaking so much she'd probably drop the phone. "I used to say my grandma or dog was sick when I had to leave or couldn't go somewhere." Liv told Elizabeth. "Lucky, the cat." Elizabeth replied. Olivia wrote hey Anna, really sorry but on the way for the pizza I stopped at the precinct to see my dad. Mom rang and said lucky is off her food and really sick so moms taking her to the vet so dad and I are gonna go home. Sorry, Liz (on Mo's phone) she showed it to Elizabeth who recited her friends cellphone number and sent it.
The drive to the hospital was silent other than the odd sniffle and hiccup from Elizabeth. Truth be told Olivia technically shouldn't be doing this. Munch and Fin were catching. Olivia was only staying late to get ahead on her paperwork, but this wasn't some random teen. It was Elizabeth. "Olivia, I'm not hurt too bad. I don't think I need the hospital." Elizabeth said suddenly. "It's protocol honey. We should get your injuries checked out and we need to do a rape kit. Do you know what that is?" Olivia asked, knowing Elliot didn't often discuss his work with his family. "I've heard dad mention it but no I don't know."
"It's a way of collecting evidence of your attack. It doesn't hurt but can be a bit scary but I'll be there the whole time. I won't leave unless you want me to."
"Promise?" Her tiny voice asked.
"I promise Lizzie. I won't leave unless you ask me to."
Liv parked up by the hospital. They got out of the car and Lizzie slipped her hand into Olivia's "I'm scared Liv."
"I know sweetie, but you're safe. And if you change your mind about me calling your mom..."
"I wont."
"Okay." Liv squeezed Elizabeth's hand. They walked into the ER and Liv felt Elizabeth stiffen her eyes darting around. "Deep breath Lizzie, you're safe." Liv walked over to the reception desk flashed her badge and mentioned that they needed a rape kit done. One look at the dried blood across Elizabeth's face and the receptionist lead them to a quieter area. "Would you prefer a female nurse?" The receptionist asked Elizabeth who nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll ask one to come down as soon as possible." The receptionist walked off. Elizabeth sat stiffly on the plastic chair. Her and Liv were the only people in the small waiting area. "Elizabeth Stabler?" A young dark haired nurse asked and Elizabeth nodded and stood up as did Olivia. "Hi, I'm Tina. Do you prefer a shortened version of your name. Beth or Libby or something?" The nurse sounded way to upbeat for the situation Elizabeth thought. "Elizabeth or Lizzie." She whispered in reply. "We can get you a rape crisis Councillor to support you if that would help."
"I've got Liv." Elizabeth whispered.
"Detective Olivia Benson." Liv said flashing her badge. She didn't recognise the nurse and wasn't sure that she liked her sunny attitude. Usually a great attribute for a nurse but perhaps not in this specific situation. "Can you get changed behind the screen honey." Tina asked passing Elizabeth a gown. "We need to take your clothes for evidence Lizzie." Olivia said softly taking the bags off Tina and passing them to Elizabeth. "Your underwear too"
"I don't know where my panties are." Elizabeth whispered "that's okay honey." The nurse smiled. Once Elizabeth was changed Liv lead her to the exam couch. "So Elizabeth. Let me explain the procedure. This is to collect any evidence of the alleged assault." The nurse said and Liv had to bite her tongue, alleged assault? The poor girl had been raped for God's sake "there's a few different ways we do this but I can talk you through every step. If you want to stop or take a break at any time, that's fine. So the first thing we need to do is take some photos is that okay?" The nurse said and Lizzie nodded. The nurse took photos of her injuries. They were all superficial, although they were all aware that her face would be black and blue by the morning. Lizzie closed her eyes every time she heard the camera click. Olivia knew that for shy, modest Lizzie this entire exam would be torture. Olivia was good with victims but it was so much harder when it was someone she knew. She wanted to take Lizzie in her arms and take her home and spare here all this trauma, but all she could do was be there for Elizabeth in the best way she could. "Okay Elizabeth. Can you comb your hair for me." The nurse said and Elizabeth didn't look up. "Lizzie, honey, we need to comb your hair, would you like to do it or would you prefer me or the nurse to do it?" Olivia tenderly asked Elizabeth. "You?" Elizabeth indicated. Olivia took the comb and gently combed through Elizabeth's strawberry blonde hair, collected any hair that fell out. She'd combed through Elizabeth's hair before. Putting it into braids to sleep when She was babysitting or tying it up in a ponytail a few times when she had helped the children make cookies. This was different though. This was so much harder. She finished brushing the hair through and then passed the comb to the nurse. The kit continued, clipping Elizabeth's fingernails, taking swabs from all of Elizabeth's injuries, using a special light to look for seman and blood on her body. Taking swabs from her lips and mouth. Lizzie said that she didn't think anything oral happened but since she'd been unconscious she wasn't sure. All the time clutching Liv's hand tightly "Could I please have a minute and a drink of water?" Lizzie whispered. "Of course you can sweetie." Liv told her and passed her a cup of water. While the nurse stepped out for a while. "Liv, she's going to have to look...inside of me isn't she?" Elizabeth asked looking terrified. "Yes sweetie, there will be vaginal and anal swabs, we will also probably comb through your pubic hair there's also a special camera that can check inside of you. Which we really need to do just to check everything is okay there and you don't need any treatment." Liv explained.
"I don't think I can do this Liv."
"I can't imagine how hard this is for you Lizzie."
"I can't do this. Before today I'd never even kissed a guy, except like my dad and brothers. I never wanted to loose my virginity like this." Lizzie started to cry again. "Oh Lizzie. I'm so sorry sweetie. But you can do this. You are so strong Elizabeth! You can do this and I will be here with you." Olivia looked at Elizabeth. She bit her lip "let's get it over with."
"So proud of you Elizabeth." Liv squeezed Elizabeth's hand and went to get the nurse. "Okay Elizabeth. I'm going to put a sheet over you from your waist to about your knees and then I'm going to ask you to either lift or untie your gown. The nurse took a small comb and brushed Elizabeth's pubic hair. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes closed and grabbed Liv's had with both of hers. Then it was time for the vaginal swabs. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes closed and visibly tensed, she started to breathe fast and lightly "You need to relax Elizabeth." The nurse said and Olivia shot her a death glare. How dare she tell a rape victim to relax. "Lizzie, sweetie, it's okay. It's just the nurse. You're safe. You're in the hospital. I know you're sacred but it's just the nurse. Try and take a deep breath. Good girl. You're doing so well Elizabeth. It's almost over honey. I'm right here Elizabeth. Keep breathing, you're doing great." Liv kept reassuring Elizabeth until the nurse said "we're done here. What size do you wear Elizabeth, I can find you some clothes and we have a shower with a bathroom through here you can use." The nurse left and Lizzie burst into tears which racked her whole body. She reached for Liv who just held the girl, trying to hold back her own tears.