(Disclaimer in previous chapter, this story is mostly PG - 13. There is however 6 or 7 lines which describe violent acts .you may consider this to be an R .I tried not to go into too much detail. I apologize if it upsets anyone)
Little Girl Lost 2
9:45 A.M.
Upstairs Office of the Special Victims Unit
Olivia banged on the closed office door with her foot. Elliot scrambled from his seat quickly to open it for her. He smiled gratefully at the mugs of coffee she was trying to juggle. He took his mug from her hands and stepped aside to let her in then shut the door behind her. He took a sip." Mmm… You must have made this. It actually tastes like coffee." Elliot sat down in front of the TV and reached for the VCR remote. " Well if we keep drinking that swill that Munch makes we'll wind up with ulcers." Olivia remarked half seriously, half jokingly She sat down next to him on the couch putting her mug on the small table in front of them and picking up her yellow tablet. She sat back against the couch as Elliot pushed play.
The screen was all snow at first then it flickered to life. David had been right it was grainy but clear. At the edge of a four poster bed was a little girl no more than 5 years old. Her reddish / brown hair came down just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a sky blue and she was wearing a nightgown though the name was mostly obscured you could see a picture of a cartoon moose and the word "Gang". She looked straight into the camera and smiled as she spoke. " I don't wana Daddy." At the mention of the word daddy Elliot tensed and took in a ragged breath. Her father was the man behind the camera. He was involved in what ever had happened to her. Olivia shifted moving closer to Elliot so that their shoulders were touching. He let out the breath he had been holding and relaxed almost immediately. They were adept at comforting each other in small ways and gestures most people would miss, like bringing her tea when she was having a bad day or sharing a look that most would dismiss as a glance. When really those looks often spoke volumes (are you O.K., yes, no, I need to talk) They always had each other to fall back on.
The father on the tape spoke again " Please…" He asked sweetly. She nodded and took a breath she began to sing " You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when sky's are gray." Suddenly a man stepped into frame behind her watched her for a moment then grabbed her violently by her hair dragging her backwards onto the bed. She screamed in surprise. He laid her down across the width of the bed so the camera could see everything. He straddled her small frame and backhanded her across her face. She stopped screaming. The camera never moved an inch it was as if everything that had just happened had been expected. Expected by every one except the girl. Who was now being turned onto her stomach. The man above her took off his belt and looped it around her neck. He turned her face so that the camera could see it. Her blue eyes staring straight into the lens. She couldn't talk but you could clearly read her lips. She was saying HELP.
Elliot couldn't make out which was the stop button on the remote. He had seen enough. Through his blurred vision he finally found it and shut it off. He tried to wipe away the tears in his eyes before they fell. Olivia hadn't been able to hold it together as well as he had. She had started crying the moment the girl started screaming. She was leaning forward elbows on her knee head in her hands. He put his hand on her back and rubbed her soothingly as she took a couple of shuddering breaths to get control. Olivia turned to face him on the couch before she could say anything Elliot spoke. " I can get Munch to work with me on this…" Before he could finish she was already shaking her head." No, Elliot I need to know…" " Then you can read the DD5. Olivia, you empathize so much with the victims and that's good they need that but sometimes you care too much. I don't want to loose you on this one." Elliot looked her directly in the eyes trying to get her to see reason. " El, I understand what you're saying, but I not going to bail on you. Were partners right. You've got my back. I've got yours. Were in this together. Besides you need me, I make better coffee then Munch does remember." She flashed a smile at him. He smiled back and squeezed her for a moment before letting it go." Yeah, and much easier on the eyes." giving her a wicked grin letting some of the horrible images in his brain fade away. "Damm straight." She fired back. " We better brief Cragen. Get a composite artist up here to do a drawing of what she might look like now." " Right behind ya." They headed down the stairs to the squad room.