I DECIDED TO EXPLORE WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN IF ROLLINS WERE TAKEN DOWN AN UNEXPECTED PATH. THIS STORY DEALS WITH SEXUAL ASSAULT SO IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT SORT OF THING, PLEASE DON'T READ. THERE ISN'T MUCH MORE THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID EXCEPT MAYBE THAT DICK WOLF OWNS THE SVU CHARACTERS, OTHERS ARE OF MY OWN CREATION.

AMANDA'S APARTMENT FRIDAY NIGHT.

I was so glad to have the night off from work; if I had to spend even one more minute around those people, I was seriously gonna lose my shit! Don't get me wrong, I love my squad but the case we'd been working had us practically living in the precinct this whole week and we all needed time away from one another. I was exhausted and looking forward to going home and sleeping tonight and tomorrow away; already having decided that I would kill myself if Olivia called me in.

I was just getting comfy on my couch with a pizza when the phone rang. At first, I froze thinking that it might be work but was relieved to see that it was just Sara.

"Hey girlie!" I answered, while eating a slice. She was all excited about some party she'd gotten an invite to and wanted me to come.

"Sara, I don't have the energy for this."

"Come on Amanda, you know I hate going to those things by myself."

"I'm so damn tired, but a party does sound nice…"

"So let's go bitch! I could meet my future husband tonight and you wouldn't wanna stand in the way of true love would you?"

"Sara –"

"Amandaaaa!"

"Alright! Fine! I'll go! But when I'm ready to leave, I leave with or without you!"

"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes!" She hung up before I could change my mind. Sara was a typical, care-free party girl and always managed to convince me to come along for the ride even when I wasn't in the mood, but since we usually ended up having a great time, I was always glad that I came along. For some reason, as I made my way to that particular party, my inner voice told me that I shouldn't go to but I ignored it because I needed to have some fun. It started speaking to me again when we got to the penthouse, but I told it to hush! I had no idea how the hell Sara always managed to get invited to these parties. These were high-end people and the two of us were pretty low-grade in comparison, yet still, she managed to work her way onto the lists. As we entered, I prepared myself for the usual parade of jerks that always marched at parties like this but I also prepared myself for some fun.

PENTHOUSE APARTMENT, LOWER MANHATTAN

25 minutes in, Sara had disappeared and jerk number one approached me by the pool table – Kip Van Something-or-other. Cheesy smile? Check! Lame pickup line? Check! Way too aggressive, liquor on his breath and couldn't keep his hands to himself? Check, check and check! Needless to say he found himself dismissed before he even got my name. Jerk number two, Chad Cartwright, began chatting me up as I sat alone in a corner armchair, my feet hurting from dancing so much and thinking about my nice, comfy bed. I was truly exhausted now and he was going on and on about being captain of blah, blah team of whatever university he had attended, his future in something or other, summers at the vineyard and blah, blah, blah! Listening (or lack thereof) to him, all I could think was how he had to be the whitest guy in America and how soon I could leave this party and go to sleep! I mean, with all the men in this place, how did I manage to get singled out by all the losers?

"…so the patch of white hair is actually our family birthmark, can you believe it? I mean sure, it eventually fades, but every one of us is born with it." I cracked a smile to feign interest.

"I'm gonna go grab a beer." I didn't even want a beer; I just wanted to get away from him.

"Allow me. Hey Dean, get the lady a beer." Dean. Jerk number three. He was just a few feet away from us dancing like a maniac all by himself.

"Sure thing!" was all he said before he disappeared. Chad turned his attention back to me.

"You know, I've never been into chicks with small tits, but you are hot!" was that supposed to be a compliment? I thought to myself

"Thanks?"

Dean reappeared with my beer. If I hadn't been so tired, I would have been more alert and read more into the subtle exchanges between he and Chad; the wink, the sly smile, the slight head nod – something was about to go very wrong and I never saw it coming because tonight I was exhausted and my only focus was on leaving. I thanked Dean and sat the beer on the small table beside my chair and sent Sara a text – one that she wouldn't see until tomorrow because I was quite sure that she was somewhere with some guys' tongue - or other appendage down her throat at this very moment. I told her that I was leaving.

"Thanks for the chat but I'm gonna go." I dropped my phone into my purse and stood up.

"Come on, you haven't even touched your beer." Chad pointed out. I flashed an annoyed smile before taking the bottle from the table and taking a hearty gulp. It crossed my mind at that moment that Dean reminded me of someone but I couldn't recall who and then I needed to pee.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"There's one down here but it's occupied." Dean answered way too quickly.

"There's one upstairs, I'll show you." Chad volunteered. "Right this way!" And he escorted me up the stairs to the second floor. A couple of minutes later I was at the sink having just washed my hands when suddenly, I felt dizzy. I quickly took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and took a deep breath. Feeling after a moment that it had passed, I got up and grabbed my purse and left the bathroom. When I walked into the hall, I was surprised and annoyed to see Chad still standing there.

"You really didn't need to wait for me."

"I wanted to." He said as he approached me, getting entirely too close. I suddenly felt so warm, tired.

"Is it hot in here?"

"You certainly are!" Does he ever quit with the lame lines? I turned to walk away but the dizziness came back, causing me to lose my balance and I started to fall but Chad caught me."

"I don't feel good!" I'd been drugged, I knew it. How could I have been so stupid to drink from an open bottle at a party? I'm a cop for Christ's sake, I know better.

"Come, we'll go to my room where it's quiet."

"No, I need to go home." I tried walking away but he pulled me back to him.

"I have a nice, big bed in there, you can lie down and I'll make sure no one bothers you." At that point my energy was rapidly depleting and I was so dizzy, so when he put his arm around my waist and led me into his bedroom, I just let him; I was quickly losing my ability to think straight.

We entered the bedroom and he took me over to the bed where I sat down, bent over with my head between my legs, dropping my purse. My head was spinning, the room was spinning and I felt sick to my stomach. "What was in that bottle?" my breathing was getting heavier and I was so hot.

"Beer." I couldn't think.

"I need my phone… I have to, to call somebody…"

"Anything you want, baby" I heard him say. I felt like I was burning up

"Why is it so hot in here?" I cried.

"It's okay. Let's take this off and cool you down a bit" he said as he began to pull my dress off over my head. Here I was in my bra and panties in front of a complete stranger and I was too out of it to care and I couldn't understand why he had begun removing his clothes.

"Here, lie back and close your eyes. You'll feel much better!" he said while he pushed me down onto my back. I didn't have the energy to stop him. Suddenly he was hovering over me, caressing my face.

"What are you doing?" I asked through labored breath.

"Shhhhhhh!" he said with his finger to my lips. "Just relax. I'm gonna make you feel so good!" In an instant his mouth was on mine, his tongue sliding between my lips and then he put his hand inside my panties and began to rub me there.

"No! No, I need to call Olivia" I protested as I tried to push him off me, but I was too drained and I couldn't do it but I knew that I was in trouble.

"Olivia can join us later, right now why don't you just enjoy it?" He said and started to slide my panties down away from my hips. I quickly grabbed on to them.

"No!" I cried. He just smiled, though obviously perturbed and gently pulled my hands away.

"Look, we both know that you want it, so stop your shit!"

"I need to go!" I was scared now and I tried to get up, but Chad quickly pushed me back down and climbed on top of me. That's when I noticed that he was completely naked. "What are you doing? Get off of me!" I struggled against him as he kissed me hard, his hands roaming my body, God, why won't the room stop spinning? I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried again to push him off. I was desperate now and scared; I could not let this happen! With the last bit of strength that I could summon I pushed him hard enough away from me that he fell off the side of the bed. I pulled myself up and attempted, in my altered state of lucidity to run but, as soon as I took a step I stumbled. He had gotten to his feet by then and grabbed me by the arm. I tried fighting him but only managed to rake my nails across his face, drawing blood.

"You bitch!" he screamed as he balled his fist, ready to punch me but instead he threw me hard back onto the bed and in a second he was on me. I struck out at him several times before he grabbed me by the throat, cutting off my air…

Things get worse in the next chapter, I can't stress that enough for those of you who may be sensitive or triggered by it. It's not extremely graphic but it's heavy matter nonetheless so please exercise caution. If you guys want to see more, you know what to do. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading.