(Disclaimer in part one) Little Girl Lost 6
10:42 A. M.
Moore Estate
Olivia and Elliot were sitting in their car in front of a sprawling estate. Elliot was talking to Munch as they waited for their warrant. "Her name is Grace Moore, as in Senator Alvin Moore's daughter. You know in all the things I've heard about him I never knew he had a kid." "Yeah, well most people don't. I don't think a photo has ever been published of her. From what I understand she has some sever emotional disorder not to mention an IQ of about 190. Which might explain the mental problems. People at Genius level and above often have difficulty dealing with society. The things that seem simple to you and me are often overwhelming for them." Said Munch. "You me like Rain Man?" " No, more like a person who can do physicis in their head without thinking but having to choose what to eat or what to wear causes them to have a complete mental breakdown." "Wow." Was all Elliot could think of to say? He turned to Olivia to tell her what Munch had said when her cell phone rang " Benson." She smiled as she opened the car door." We got it. Let's go." Elliot hung up with Munch without saying goodbye.
They rang the bell and waited. Moments later a Butler answered the door. "May I help you?" Elliot flashed his badge. "I'm Detective Stabler and this is my partner Detective Benson. We're with the Special Victims Unit, may we come in?" He spoke in the most controlled tone he could. "Of Course." He stepped aside to allow the detective's in. " My name is Philip, what can I do for you?" "Is the Senator here?" asked Elliot. Looking around the massive foyer. "No. Not at this time." "What about his daughter Grace?" Olivia was tired of being patient. " Miss Grace dose not receive visitors." He spoke sternly." She dose now." Olivia spoke menacingly. Philip took the hint. "This way Please." Olivia and Elliot followed him up the stairs questioning him as they went. "How long have you worked here?" Elliot asked trying to get him to talk to them. "I've worked here for 25 years." They turned left after ascending to the second floor. Walking down a long hall they approached a set of double doors." This is her wing." He opened both doors pushing them inwards. They could hear the faint sounds of a piano being played in one of the rooms ahead. Philip knocked on the music room door then opened it for them. They entered and stopped short. Sitting at the piano, playing the last notes of Claire de Lune was Grace. She didn't look at all like they had pictured her. They had expected to find a 18 year old blooded, broken, and scared not the seemingly flawless beauty they saw before them. She stood up from the piano and approached the detectives. Extending her hand she spoke. "How do you do." Elliot shook her hand not believing what he was seeing. Her hair was still shoulder length her eyes still blue. She was wearing a dark green dress that stopped just above her bare feet and a scarf of the same color around her neck. While Elliot seemed confused by the contrast from seeing her on tape and seeing her before them now, Olivia noticed that when Grace shook her hand the inside of her wrists were horrible scarred. And that the scarf was loose enough to show bruising on her throat. The detectives introduced themselves. " We we're hoping we could have a few minutes of your time." Elliot asked "How about joining me for lunch?" She indicated the sitting room across the hall. Philip was already setting out tea and coffee when they entered and sat down. "So what can I do for you?" Grace asked inquisitively. She rarely had visitors, and when she did they were usually doctors. Olivia and Elliot looked at each other not knowing how to proceed. Elliot spoke up. "We came into possession of a video tape." Grace showed no signs of recognition so he continued. "On it was a little girl," still nothing. " She was being sexually assaulted." Silence. " The girl has been identified as you." Grace's mouth opened to speak but instead of her voice a load angry booming voice was heard coming up the hall. "GRACE!!!!!" Alvin Moore shouted at the top of his lungs. He had gotten a heads up from a judge that police were coming to talk to his daughter. "GRACE!!!!" He shouted again. Olivia and Elliot stood up alarmed. Grace however spoke calmly "Daddy's home."