Disclaimer- None of the characters from the Law and Order SVU show belong to me. They belong to Dick Wolf and whoever else had to do with creating SVU.
I want to point out that in this chapter there are two police officers. They are both my made up men!!! Of course, if you watch OZ, there is a prisoner named Chris Keller!! He is played by Christopher Meloni!! I had to have a Keller in here somehow, but, it isn't the same Keller that's in OZ. He wouldn't be able to be a Police Officer, 'cuz he was in prison. Duh! LOL!! I just thought that it sounded good!!! Okay! I admit I'm obsessed!! Enjoy the story!!!!
Previously: The neighbor looked out of her bedroom window and heard the little girl's cries for help. " Hold on honey.... Help is coming........ Just hold on......" The neighbor had know about the death of the mother, and she knew that there was a poor little girl in the house next door that was being abused by her father. She just hoped that she wasn't too late.
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A New York Police Department patrol car pulled up to the residence about fifteen minutes after the neighbor had called nine-one-one. Two Police Officers, Officer Keller and Carlito exited the car with their hands on their weapons and headed toward the front door.
When they reached it, they listened for any signs of stuggling inside. There wasn't any, so Officer Carlito performed the 'Knock and Notice' technique. "NYPD OPEN UP!" When there wasn't an answer he kicked the door open. They both rushed inside and inspected the rooms, hall and closets for victims. Everyhting looked normal and in it's place. All of the rooms that they had looked through were in order and spotless of dust. But then it came, like a punch in the gut. They had reached the room at the end of the hall.
The door was slightly ajar, so Officer Keller pushed it open. Weapons drawn, they rushed into the room. They stopped in their tracks and stood silently. They looked around the room. It was the only one that was messy. It certainly looked like something had happened. Everything was scattered about the room. Pictures hung uneven and the bedspread was crumpled and hanging off the side of the bed, revealing the sheets. And there, in the middle of the chaos, lying on a rug, was a small girl's fragile body. She was bleeding from her head and could barely breath. Her eyes were closed but she could hear the officers and was relieved. Someone could help her now.
Officer Keller ran over to the girl and performed a carotid pulse check and was relieved when he found that she was still alive. "She has a weak pulse! Call a box and I'll call the Special Victims Unit!"
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Olivia Benson had been fast asleep in her warm, homey apartment when her phone jerked her awake. She had been dreaming of nicer days. Days when there weren't any rapes, drugs, murders and child abusers.
She hated child abuse cases and always felt like hurting the abusers and giving them a piece of her mind. Instead, she kept it all inside . She didn't want to get in trouble. It was more like her partner, Elliot, to literally hit them. He takes it personaly, being he has four children of his own. Olivia would just watch and try to show that she was making an effort to stop him. But inside, she wanted to see him beat the snot out of them.
" Benson," she answered her phone groggily.
" Hey Liv, it's Elliot. Wake up and get over here. We've got a new case."
" Okay. Where are you?"
" Manhattan. 3627 Moxley Avenue. You should be able to tell where we are. Everybody is out here, so hurry up!"
"Alright, I'll be right there."
She hung up, looked at her digital clock and sighed. "God....... It's to early for this."
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Olivia arrived at the scene about twenty minutes later and parked down the street. She crossed under the crime scene tape after flashing her badge and looked around. Elliot saw her and jogged over. He was dressed in casual jeans and a t- shirt that showed off his muscular arms. " Hey," he said.
" Hey yourself. What happened here?"
" A neighbor called nine-one-one a couple of hours ago. She thought that she heard something going on next door, " said Elliot.
He continued, " So the patrol unit took the call and came out here. They searched the house and found a little girl. They couldn't get any information about her. She was barely breathing."
" Have you heard anything at all from the doctors if she's okay?"
"Yeah... They said that she is gonna be fine and that she was lucky that they found her so soon. She would have been dead if they hadn't been there. Munch and Fin are talking to the officers who found her right now. We were put on this case because the officers and the paramedics suspect long time abuse."
" Well why do they think that?"
" I guess she had some bruises that looked like they were there for a while. And she was also very malnourished."
They left the crime scene and were bombarded by the press right away. Everybody was asking questions and shoving microphones in their faces. " We are very sorry, but we can't comment about the case right now," said Olivia. The crowd dispersed and Olivia and Elliot were left alone.
" Well....... Let's go and see if she will talk to us," said Elliot.
" Yeah," Olivia sadly said. She was not in the mood for this sad of a case, but someone needed her and her partner. It was their job, 'To Serve and Protect'.
I want to point out that in this chapter there are two police officers. They are both my made up men!!! Of course, if you watch OZ, there is a prisoner named Chris Keller!! He is played by Christopher Meloni!! I had to have a Keller in here somehow, but, it isn't the same Keller that's in OZ. He wouldn't be able to be a Police Officer, 'cuz he was in prison. Duh! LOL!! I just thought that it sounded good!!! Okay! I admit I'm obsessed!! Enjoy the story!!!!
Previously: The neighbor looked out of her bedroom window and heard the little girl's cries for help. " Hold on honey.... Help is coming........ Just hold on......" The neighbor had know about the death of the mother, and she knew that there was a poor little girl in the house next door that was being abused by her father. She just hoped that she wasn't too late.
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A New York Police Department patrol car pulled up to the residence about fifteen minutes after the neighbor had called nine-one-one. Two Police Officers, Officer Keller and Carlito exited the car with their hands on their weapons and headed toward the front door.
When they reached it, they listened for any signs of stuggling inside. There wasn't any, so Officer Carlito performed the 'Knock and Notice' technique. "NYPD OPEN UP!" When there wasn't an answer he kicked the door open. They both rushed inside and inspected the rooms, hall and closets for victims. Everyhting looked normal and in it's place. All of the rooms that they had looked through were in order and spotless of dust. But then it came, like a punch in the gut. They had reached the room at the end of the hall.
The door was slightly ajar, so Officer Keller pushed it open. Weapons drawn, they rushed into the room. They stopped in their tracks and stood silently. They looked around the room. It was the only one that was messy. It certainly looked like something had happened. Everything was scattered about the room. Pictures hung uneven and the bedspread was crumpled and hanging off the side of the bed, revealing the sheets. And there, in the middle of the chaos, lying on a rug, was a small girl's fragile body. She was bleeding from her head and could barely breath. Her eyes were closed but she could hear the officers and was relieved. Someone could help her now.
Officer Keller ran over to the girl and performed a carotid pulse check and was relieved when he found that she was still alive. "She has a weak pulse! Call a box and I'll call the Special Victims Unit!"
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Olivia Benson had been fast asleep in her warm, homey apartment when her phone jerked her awake. She had been dreaming of nicer days. Days when there weren't any rapes, drugs, murders and child abusers.
She hated child abuse cases and always felt like hurting the abusers and giving them a piece of her mind. Instead, she kept it all inside . She didn't want to get in trouble. It was more like her partner, Elliot, to literally hit them. He takes it personaly, being he has four children of his own. Olivia would just watch and try to show that she was making an effort to stop him. But inside, she wanted to see him beat the snot out of them.
" Benson," she answered her phone groggily.
" Hey Liv, it's Elliot. Wake up and get over here. We've got a new case."
" Okay. Where are you?"
" Manhattan. 3627 Moxley Avenue. You should be able to tell where we are. Everybody is out here, so hurry up!"
"Alright, I'll be right there."
She hung up, looked at her digital clock and sighed. "God....... It's to early for this."
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Olivia arrived at the scene about twenty minutes later and parked down the street. She crossed under the crime scene tape after flashing her badge and looked around. Elliot saw her and jogged over. He was dressed in casual jeans and a t- shirt that showed off his muscular arms. " Hey," he said.
" Hey yourself. What happened here?"
" A neighbor called nine-one-one a couple of hours ago. She thought that she heard something going on next door, " said Elliot.
He continued, " So the patrol unit took the call and came out here. They searched the house and found a little girl. They couldn't get any information about her. She was barely breathing."
" Have you heard anything at all from the doctors if she's okay?"
"Yeah... They said that she is gonna be fine and that she was lucky that they found her so soon. She would have been dead if they hadn't been there. Munch and Fin are talking to the officers who found her right now. We were put on this case because the officers and the paramedics suspect long time abuse."
" Well why do they think that?"
" I guess she had some bruises that looked like they were there for a while. And she was also very malnourished."
They left the crime scene and were bombarded by the press right away. Everybody was asking questions and shoving microphones in their faces. " We are very sorry, but we can't comment about the case right now," said Olivia. The crowd dispersed and Olivia and Elliot were left alone.
" Well....... Let's go and see if she will talk to us," said Elliot.
" Yeah," Olivia sadly said. She was not in the mood for this sad of a case, but someone needed her and her partner. It was their job, 'To Serve and Protect'.