"Gdzie jest Olivia? Lubię Olivia. Chcę Olivia?" Izabela cried. "Hey listen Izabela. Olivia is coming. She just went to get something to eat and she'll be back soon. I'm Olivia's friend Amanda." Detective Amanda Rollins said. "Nie rozmawiać z Olivia." Izabela bit her lip. It was obvious that Amanda's boss Lieutenant Olivia Benson was the only person getting through to this child. Amanda rang Olivia on her phone and put it on speaker "Benson." Olivia answered the phone as she usually did. "Hi Olivia." Amanda said slowly, for Izabela's benefit. "I'm here with Izabela. You're on speakerphone and Izabela can hear you. She's a little scared and she's asking for you."

"Hi Izabela." Olivia said down the phone. "Are you listening. This is my friend Amanda, can you talk with her. I'm just leaving the police station and am on my way. I'll be 15 minutes, can you talk to Amanda in the meantime?" Izabela shook her head and Amanda told Olivia. "Who else is in the room Amanda?" Olivia asked her collègue. "It's just me, Izabela and Carisi." Amanda replied.

"Hey Izabela." Olivia said down the phone. "Would you rather talk to Amanda if it was just you and her til I arrive?"

"Yes." Came Izabela's little voice. So Carisi left the room. "I'll be there soon Izabela. But Amanda is my friend so will you talk to her for me? Olivia asked.

"Yes"

Amanda hung up the phone and smiled at Izabela. "How old are you honey?"

"I not sure. 10 I think or 11 maybe"What's the date Miss Amanda?" Izabela said. She had an odd accent. It sounded a little bit British with a hint of Eastern Europe. Amanda couldn't place it. Her English was a little disjointed "It's the 30th of June." Amanda reported.

"30 days hath September. April. June." Izabela said the rhyme pausing at June "30th June?" Izabela asked. "Yes?" She checked the year with Amanda too. "I will turn 11 the day after tomorrow." Izabela said.

"Oh that's exciting." Amanda smiled. "Eleven, are you sure?" Amanda asked. The girl was so small and skinny. If she had to estimate her age she would have guessed about 8 at the oldest. "Yes." Izabela said and gave her birthdate 2nd July, Eleven years ago.

"Olivia." Izabela smiled as she spotted the lieutenant through the door. "Hi Izabela. How are you feeling." It was only a few hours after Olivia had met the girl but it seemed that she trusted Olivia. She had a rape kit done but the doctors had sedated her, thinking she could be as young as 7.

"I'm okay. My head hurted and some other parts of me but the nice lady doctor gave me some special medicine and now it hurt less."

"Tylenol." Amanda confirmed an otc painkiller. "And guess what? Izabela will be Eleven the day after tomorrow."

"Eleven. Wow." Olivia said both for Izabela's benefit and to check the age with Amanda. "She seemed pretty sure of her DOB."

Amanda said quietly to Olivia. "Look how skinny she is. Emaciated almost. Lack of food could have stunted her growth."

"Hey Izabela, can I sit on the side of your bed here." Olivia asked and Izabela nodded in reply. "You seem pretty scared of someone. You said they killed Valentina. Is that your family. Was Valentina your sister?"

"Kind of. But not my real sister. My real family live in England. Or maybe Poland?"

"You're not sure?" Olivia asked.

"I was born in Poland. In Podlaska, near Lublin which is near to Ukraina. I don't remember how you say in English."

"The Ukraine." Olivia replied.

"But when I was 5 we move to England. My mama is from Poland but my real daddy is from England. But I don't know where my real family is now. I want to see them." She seemed to suddenly realise something and looked at Olivia. "What country are we in?" She asked.

"The United States of America." Olivia replied.

"And most people here speak English? Is this the country where disney world is, my cousins Gosia and Josef went there?"Izabela asked.

"Yes." Amanda answered "and that language you were speaking before when you were asking for Olivia. Was that Polish?"

"Yes. I haven't speaked English for a long time. Since I was 8 but I still think in English most of the time. But i think i forgotted some of the words."

"Thats okay, and your real mommy and daddy. What's their names and do you have any brothers or sisters?" Olivia asked. She needed to find out what happened to this girl but was hoping that her family weren't involved and she wanted to find them. Wether they were guilty or not.

"My Mama is call Marta. She is from Poland like i already said. She used to say i was half a English girl and half a Polska dziewczyna. That means Polish girl. She call me Malenka, or Isa sometime. I think Malenka mean little girl. My real daddy is from England and his name is Andrew but mama call him Andy and he call me Izzy-Bug my sisters call me that too. Anna is 13 and I have a sister called Olivia like you but I call her Livvy she's 15." Izabela smiled thinking about her family then her face fell into confusion. "No wait." She said obviously trying to understand something that was overwhelming to her. Her brow furrowed and she looked like she was counting on her fingers. "That's wrong because that when I was 8 and now I am almost eleven." She mumbled something to herself. "So I think Anna is 15 and Livvy be 18 I think because her birthday is before mine and Anna's. Maybe."

"So you last saw your family when you were 8?"

"Yes we on holiday in Poland and we went to favourite Aqua park which is just over. Did you say you call it the Ukraine?"

"That's right. Izabela. Would you like to see your family?"

"Yes, very much. Do you know where they are?" Izabela asked excitedly.

"Not right now but we can try and find out. What's your last name."

"Jones. My name is Izabela Jones."

Amanda and Olivia looked at each other. They didn't have records for Brits or Poles and Jones was one of the most common surnames.

"Okay Izabela Jones. How did you end up here in the United States."

"They kill me, like Valentina and Nina! I can't tell you." Izabela panicked. It seemed that Olivia would have to work a bit harder to fully win over Izabela's trust.

"Okay, did you come here on an airplane?"

"Yes. I had to pretend Dasha and Alyona were my cousins. We flied, or is the word flew to France then I guess to here, the United States." Izabela explained.

"Was there an adult with you?" Olivia asked.

"Yes." Izabela said.

"Can you tell me who, remember you're safe here. No one is going to hurt you or kill you?"

"Mr M, then he gave us to Mr D and mommy. That's what we were meant to call her. But you can't tell anyone. Okay?" Izabela told them.

"And where are Dasha and Alyona now?" Amanda asked.

"Still with the others."

Just then a doctor knocked on the door and Amanda went over to speak to him. "Her rape kit came back. We found traces of seamen from at least 3 different men. She has a lot of internal trauma but some of it is healing. I would say she's been raped repeatedly. We'll probably keep her in overnight for observation. Have you managed to find out her surname or age."

"Izabela Jones, and she says she'll be 11 the day after tomorrow."

"11 wow. One of the doctors did suggest malnutrition may have stunted her growth when you look at how thin she is."

"We we're shocked at her age too but she seemed pretty sure on her date of birth."

"We will get the results of the rape kit sent to your precinct."

"Thank you doctor." Amanda smiled.

"So Izabela, the doctor thinks that there were some men that did some things to you."'Amanda said slowly.

"I didn't want to, they make me." Izabela told them eyes wide. "They say we have to and if we not they hurt us." She continued. "And that hurt more than when the men do."

"Who is they? Mr D and the lady you're ment to call mommy?" Olivia asked.

"Not Mommy. She is mostly nice, Mr D or his friends."

"Where do they hurt you honey?" Amanda asked. Izabela pointed to her back and her chest. "Can I take a look?' Olivia asked. Izabela sat forward and let her look. Her back was covered in cigarette burns, bruises and what looked like whip marks. "That looks sore Izabela. I'm sorry that people hurt you. That's wrong. And what they wanted you to do was wrong and none of it is your fault." Olivia explained. "I know that they will hurt me if I do something wrong. But even if I do something right they hurt me sometimes. The same to all of us. Even the small girls. Ruslana is 5. We decided I'd be the one who go because if I die that's okay because my mama and daddy have my sisters." Izabela said matter of factly. Olivia and Amanda looked at each other.

"It's not okay Izabela. Nothing that has happened to you since you were 8 is okay. But you're here now and you're going to be okay and we are going to find the other girls and you're all going to be okay." Olivia said

"I scared they not because I leaved I am scared Mr D will hurt them more." Izabela started to cry. "I sorry." She sobbed "I don't know why I crying."

"It's okay Izabela. You've had a strange day." Olivia took the girls little hands in hers and handed her a tissue. "It's okay to cry."

"Olivia?" Izabela hiccuped gingerly "it's okay to say no but I'd like it if you gived me a hug like my sister Livvy used to."

"Of course I will." Olivia said and took the little girl in her arms who continued to cry. "I sorry, I sorry." Izabela cried. "It's okay sweetie, it's okay." Olivia soothed the girl. "We're going to look after you, you're safe now." Olivia was sat beside Izabela "Izabela, we want to help you, and the other girls. We need you to help us to find the other girls. We can promise you that they can't hurt you okay. We can keep you safe."

The doctor knocked on the door again. "Lieutenant, detective I'm going to have to ask you to leave. It's almost lights out on this ward and Izabela needs her rest."

"Ok doctor." Amanda said.

"Izabela we have to go now. We will come back tomorrow. That's a promise and look here's my number." Olivia pulled out a business card and jotted her personal phone number on the back "if you need me get the nurses to ring me okay. Goodnight Izabela." She said and gave the child a quick hug again. "Try and get some sleep sweetie."