Warning! Blood and Violence and Hint to Sexual Assault! Afterall it's not an SVU fanfic without a case!

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Inside a small home in a small neighborhood...there were six people occupied, two teenage girls tied to chairs, their father badly beaten being held up by the arms by two men much larger than him, another standing in front of the father, gun in hand. The family of three were black with brown hair and green eyes, one girl younger than the other, as the three intruders looked to be asian.

"Consider your debt paid, Darrell, you and your girls get to live. But of course if either of you breathes a single word about what happened here to anyone, and I mean ANYONE…" the obvious leader turned around and held the gun up to the girl's head.

"No please! We won't tell anyone! I swear! I'm begging you please don't hurt my girls!" Darrell pleaded desperately with what little strength he had left.

Leader grinned evilly before now turning the gun to the father lowering it to his stomach pressing it into his skin, the girls screaming and begging for him not to do it!

"But just to make sure your girls understand."

"NO! Stop! We won't tell anyone I swear!" Darrell screamed

"Please stop!" Eldest daughter shouted

"We won't tell anyone! We promise we won't!" youngest daughter cried

"Please don't kill Daddy!" Both girls begged and pleaded but...

Bang!

Their father shrieked in pain as his girls screamed, crying at the sight of their dad now with a bullet hole in his stomach.

"YOU MONSTERS!" eldest daughter shrieked

"He's going to die!" youngest daughter sobbed

Darrell was now breathing heavily and letting out small whines and whimpers as blood began to seep out and drip down his battered body.

Leader then finally ordered his men to release the father, letting the beaten and broken man drop to the floor clinching his stomach as the two henchmen walked over to the sobbing girls and began to untie them as well. Leader grabbed the eldest daughter by the hair and pulled her up to meet him at eye level.

"Now I'm being nice and giving you a chance to save him, we could have just left you tied up, just trying to get yourself free." He smirked

"Though to be honest your father would be long dead by then."

"Bastards." she spat out angrily

"Be grateful bitch or do you want me to just go ahead and finish him off right now?"

"NO! Jasmine shut up!" her sister was already by their father cradling his head in her lap.

"Apologize." Leader chimed

Jasmine whimpered before muttering an apology.

"I'm sorry."

"Good now, obviously the police will ask you what happened, if I get even the slightest hint you ratted us out. I will kill your father slowly and painfully and force the both of you to watch like I did just now."

"B-but what do we tell them?" Jasmine shook

"Lie. Say it was someone else. You're a smart girl, you'll figure it out." With that he dropped Jasmine showing off his gun once more before he and his gang left.

The second they were gone Jasmine ran to her father and sister.

"DADDY!"

"Daddy can you talk? How bad does it hurt?! What do we do?!"

He tried to calm his girls and tell them he was ok, but he wasn't, he tried so hard to move at least a small part of his body, but his muscles refused to listen and the pain was getting worse and worse he could barely get a word out without wheezing in pain.

"It...o-k...I...wheeze...I'm fine..."

They didn't buy it, Jasmine ran back to the bed, ripped off a large chunk of the sheets and pressed them hard against her father's stomach, prompting a small shriek of pain from his mouth.

"Blythe, get the phone call 911! Hurry!"

"R-Right!" Blythe jumped up and ran to grab the phone.

Remembering their warning Blythe was vague on the details she just told them there was a break in and their dad's been shot, but when the operator started asking for more details she got scared and hung up. Then she realized...

"They're going to ask why we're naked! We need to get some clothes on!" Blythe whispered

"Hurry! You first! I'll keep the pressure then we'll switch!" They did and soon were both fully dressed, Jasmine was now back to putting pressure on the wound. Unfortunately the goons were thinking smart and had already taken everything that even hinted to what happened along with them, including their clothes.

"Daddy how do you feel?"

Blythe asked gripping her father's hand knowing it was a stupid question as Jasmine continues applying pressure to the wound, but the part of the sheet she had ripped off was nearly soaked with blood.

"...I...I...fin...you g-girls...ok?"

"We're fine daddy, just hang in there help is on the way." Blythe kissed his hand tears streaking down their cheeks

"G-girls..." Darrell was crying now.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't want you a part of this."

"It's ok daddy."

"No...it not...my fault...it my fault..."

"Daddy..." they stared at their father who was now crying loudly.

"My mis-take...oh God...I...sniff wheeze...I got my own daughters...raped! My fault...J-Jasmine...B-Blythe...I sorry...I so 'rry!"

"It's ok Daddy we know it's not your fault don't blame yourself. We still love you Daddy."

"Jasmine's right we could never blame you for this. You don't have to apologize."

Both girls smiled down at their father trying to reassure him that he is not to blame.

"I'm...so sorry...I didn't...n-needed...monkey...pie...ed-cat-chin...kelp...you"

"Daddy?" They didn't miss the stuttering and mispronunciation...something was wrong.

"...wan'ned...best life...you...h-happy..." his wheezing was getting worse.

"D-Daddy? What's wrong?!" Blythe was shaking.

"...wanted...girls...ha...hap..." then it happened

Darrell let out a loud harsh cough as blood shot from his mouth!

"DADDY!"

The two sisters shouted horrified.

"Nonononono! Daddy?! Daddy stay with us please!" Jasmine pressed down harder

"Daddy please no! Please stay with us! Open your eyes!"

Darrell's eyes were closed, he was still breathing but the rising and falling of his chest were getting slower and slower.

"No! Please Daddy!" Both girls pleaded tears streaming down their cheeks, their clothes stained with their father's blood.

Bang bang bang!

There was banging on the front door...

"Police! Open up!"

Blythe raced to the front door ripping it opening

"Please hurry! He just started coughing up blood!"

One officer took her aside as two paramedics raced inside bags in hand, another officer had to be called in to straight up drag Jasmine off her father.

"It's ok girls your father's in good hands now ok?" The female cop led them out the house both wrapped in blankets.

Another paramedic ran into the house with a stretcher and not long after Darrell was wheeled out and into the back of the ambulance, soaked in blood wearing an oxygen mask, his daughter followed close behind.

...At the Hospital...

"They said someone broke in, their father was in the kitchen making dinner. They heard the gun shot and ran down to find him on the floor in blood." An officer explained to the doctor.

"You don't believe them?" the doctor asked calmly

"No. They were attacked." he replied blatantly

"Injures from the father including the bullet wound show clear signs of overkill."

"Have you checked the girls?"

"Yes. And there were clear signs of sexual assault...Why would they lie?"

"Simple. Someone's threatened them, and whoever did it made sure to get their point across very 'very' clearly."

"I'll call in SVU."

Darrell laid in a hospital bed covered in bandages and hooked up to a ventilator.

Currently in a coma...

Jasmine and Blythe sat next to his bed hugging each other praying for their daddy to wake up.

Please Daddy...please wake up.

...At the Precinct…

"Just got a call from Mercy hospital, possible rape of a family of three." Fin announced to his team, phone in hand.

"CSI already has the house roped off."

Olivia took a deep breath, despite the fact that she has to deal with this kind of sick crap on a daily basis, but cases like this always pisses her off the most.

As if one victim isn't bad enough! But to attack a whole family! Why?!

"Okay, Fin and Rollins head over to the crime scene and Kat and I will head down to the hospital and talk to the victims."

Before turning around and pulling out her phone to text Hunter,

Sorry puppy, I'm gonna have to reschedule

Again

He texted back

It's ok baby

Just please be careful

She smiled at it before replying

I will puppy, don't worry

H. I love you baby

O. I love you too Puppy