When Olivia Benson got into her apartment the first thing she did was throw her purse down and kick off her shoes. Then she went into her bedroom and threw herself down onto her unmade bed and just lay there. She'd had a headache since the moment she had woken up that morning. Now after a full day it was pounding so loud into her skull she could hardly hear anything else.

After a while of lying there, staring at the ceiling and feeling nothing but the rhythmic throbbing, she got up and dragged herself into the bathroom. Olivia went around to the three different candles, one on the sink, one on the toilet, and the last one on the edge of the tub. She lit them all with one match and then stripped, leaving it all in a pile on the floor. She thought momentarily how the adult in her should have undressed and put everything in the laundry right away, put a robe on and then gone into the bathroom. But she guessed there was still a little bit of a twelve- year-old kid inside of her.

When the tub was filled she turned off the lights and sunk into the hot water. Oh it felt so good! After a few moments she slithered down until her whole body was underneath the hot water and only her nose and mouth were peaking out. She could feel how tired her body was and as she drifted off to sleep she could feel the air bubbles popping out of her ears. That was a reason why she didn't like baths, because any little bit of water in her ears and they were clogged for days. She ignored it as best as she could.

A ringing made her open her eyes and she sat up slightly, lifting her head above the water, to check if she had heard her phone or not. She shook her head, trying to dislodge some of the water in her ears. Then she heard it was her cell phone. She reached out and with a dripping wet hand grabbed her pants, she had left the phone in her pocket.

"Benson." Holding the phone to one ear as she tried to shake the water out of her other ear.

"I've been calling you near twenty minutes now, why haven't you picked up your phone?" It was Elliot.

"Ah I'm sorry." That was all Olivia could say. She pressed one hand to her forehead gently; at least her headache had gone away a little.

"It's fine." He said with ease. "Sorry to bother you but I think that you need to get down here."

She was already picking herself out of the tub, where the water had turned lukewarm. *Disgusting.* "Yeah? Anything interesting?"

"Young girl about eighteen or so, her roommate found her about an hour ago. I'll tell you the rest when you get down here."

After he had told her where and Detective Benson slapped the phone shut and unplugged the tub and blew out the candles. *So much for a nice night of sleep* She thought momentarily as she went to her room to change into fresh clothes, not even bothering with the mess in the bathroom.

Apartment of Robyn Young

Saturday Morning
April 15th

"Tell me what we've got." Olivia said as she walked into the apartment, the crime scene tape was already over the front door and police and CSI were milling around the place.

"Her name is Robyn Young, eighteen, has family in Ohio, roommate just came home and found her. She's been dead a few hours." Elliot said, coming out of the bedroom, looking down at his pad of notes. He led Olivia back into the bedroom and leaned down to where the young girl was laying face up, skin pale, eyes wide open. It was clear she had been sexually assaulted. "Couple blows to the head." Elliot continued, "Looks like the prep raped her then bashed her head into the floor."

"Okay what does the roommate have to say?"

"I don't know, haven't gotten a chance to talk to her yet."

"Well then what are we waiting for?" The partners headed over to where a young girl with long blonde hair was sitting in the kitchen on one of the chairs. It was clear she had been crying.

"Hi I'm Detective Benson, this is my partner Detective Stabler." Olivia took a seat in the other chair, Elliot remained standing. "I was hoping you could help us out." She said speaking softly, "Did she have a boyfriend or...?"

Before she could go on the roommate was shaking her head and whipping away more tears, "No." She said simply, and then added, "Robyn was always bringing guys home, girls too. It would be someone different every night."

Olivia nodded, glancing at Elliot, *No; this wasn't going to be hard at all. Let's just hope the CSI got something*

Saturday Afternoon

SVU Police station

"Okay thanks anyways." Elliot said, into the phone and hung up.

"Anything?" Olivia asked, looking up from her own paper work.

"Nothing, no forced entry, nothing taken and no semen."

Olivia sighed heavily. "Okay, well lets just add that on the fact that no one else in the building heard anything and there's no witnesses."

"Well the roommate gave me a list of places the vic liked to hang out. Let's try some of those."

Olivia was already up to grab her coat before he was even finished. "Okay let's go."

***

After two bars, one gay bar, a coffee house and a diner there was just one place left on the list. They had had no luck with any of the first five.

"Rainbow Avenue." Olivia read off of the list and then looked up to see a rainbow colored light up sign that was off, above the entrance to what looked to be an old warehouse. "Oh that's original." She muttered under her breath.

"Let's hope we get at least something out of this last one." Elliot commented as he opened the door for his partner.

Inside was a large empty space with a high ceiling and a balcony. It was obviously a dance club.

"Excuse me where can we find the manager?" Olivia asked a tall, skinny man as he walked by.

"That's me." He answered in a slight Russian accent.

"I'm Detective Benson this is my partner Stabler," They both whipped out their Ids. "We're here investigating the murder of Robyn Young and we were wondering if you saw her here last night or early this morning?" She held out a picture of the dead girl for the manger to see.

He took it and studied it a moment, but only for a moment before handing it back, "I wouldn't know, I have too much work to do to be down here on most nights. I work up in my office." He pointed to a stairway that lead up to a room with a window over looking the whole area of the building. "Ask Jenna, she was bar tendering last night." He pointed over to the bar where a woman with flat dark hair was cleaning up.

"Thanks." Olivia replaced the photo.

"Jenna, we're detectives with Manhattan SVU, we'd like to ask you a few questions." Elliot approached.

The woman looked up, her hair was tied back with a rubber band and she was wearing a low cut tank top. She had tattoos all over her body. "Sure." She answered as she looked up.

"We'd like to know if you've seen this woman here last night or any other time."

Jenna took the picture and studied it for a moment, "Yeah I know her...her name is um...Robyn. She's hit on me countless of times. What happened to her?"

"She was murdered last night."

Jenna's face hardly moved, "That sucks."

"You don't seem to upset."

Jenna shrugged, "It's New York. Besides she was a player, I guess she just took home the wrong person."

"Was she here last night playing?"

"Um...yeah I think she was."

"About what time?"

"I'm not sure, I think I first saw her around ten...maybe eleven, and I think she left about an hour or two after that." Jenna pointed behind her to a neon purple clock in which the second hand wasn't moving on it. "Clock's been broken forever. So I'm not really sure on the time."

"Did you serve her alcohol?"

"No." Jenna shook her head, "She's only eighteen, she always had someone else buy it for her."

"Well do you know who did the buying last night?" Elliot asked, taking back the picture he was handed.

"I don't know her name. I've seen her in here a few times before. She had the proper ID to get drinks though."

"Well can you describe her to us?" Olivia asked, pad of paper and pen ready.

"About five six or seven. Really short blonde hair, I mean really short, hardly any at all. Big biceps, thick scars all up and down her arms, really blue eyes. She ordered a couple rounds of JD."

"Pretty good description." Elliot commented,

Jenna looked like she was going to start blushing. "She was hot, I was planning on trying to pick her up but she left with Robyn."

"Okay well if you see her again, give us a call." Elliot handed over his card.

"Will do."

They let her get back to her work.

As they walked back into the sunlight Olivia remarked, "She was raped by a man."

"Maybe so but if she left with this girl then she might know what went down."

Later that day Olivia and Elliot were still making phone calls and trying to put together a back round on whoever did this.

"I'm looking for Detective Benson and Stabler."

Olivia looked up from her paperwork to see standing next to her desk a young woman matching the description of who they were looking for. "I'm Detective Benson, this is my partner Stabler."

Elliot got up from his desk and came over to stand near the young woman.

"The paper said that you guys were in charge of the murder case of Robyn Young?"

"Ah yes." Olivia was slightly taken off guard by the woman's forwardness and also suddenness. She really hadn't expected finding her to be so easy. "Um, let's talk in here, it'll be quieter." Olivia said, standing up and gesturing towards the interrogation room.

As they entered the young woman muttered, "Ah yes, the interrogation."

Olivia looked sideways at her partner who shrugged, "Why don't you take a seat?"

"Only if you do as well."

Another glance to Elliot, Olivia could already feel her mind moving ahead at how to figure this girl out. "All right." She said slowly and the two women sat down at the same time. "Why don't you start with your name?"

"Jessie."

"Okay Jessica-"

"Jessie." She corrected,

Olivia doubled back, "Jessie." She forced out a smile.

"I got to RA," Jessie started, barely even hesitating, like she knew the deal, front and back. "Shortly before tennish..." She drew out the last work, rubbing her hands up and down the length of her arms.

Olivia took her in, she was wearing an army green tee shirt with GI Jane on it and the sleeves cut off. Her hair was short like the bartender had said, buzzed short. Blonde or light brown, she wore no make up and her eyes were huge, they reminded her of someone but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"My roommate was throwing a party; I thought I'd pick up a date to take. I was sitting at the bar and this girl, Robyn she starts hitting on me heavily, she's wasn't that hot but...I was flattered. After a few drinks we took it back to her place and then I left. That was it."

"That was it?" Olivia asked, "Not much of a story, you left out a lot of details. Like what did you do back at her place and how long were you there?"

"We had sex. I'm not proud of it."

"Not proud of it?" Elliot asked, he pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning against, he had a good feeling that there was a lot more to this then Jessie was letting on.

"No." Jessie's face hardened a little and she watched as the male detective walked around the table. "One night stand thing." Her hard face softened and she looked down at the table. "I can't seem to stop." She swallowed hard.

"About what time did you leave?" Olivia asked, leaning forward, making her voice a little softer, she didn't know why but she almost felt drawn to her, trying to protect her, she was so young and so clearly not ready for the trials of adulthood.

"Eleven tops. I was back at my place by half after."

"You go to this club, pick up a girl, have sex with her and leave all in an hour?"

"That's a little hard to believe." Elliot put in.

"We fucked, ten, fifteen minutes at the most."

"That's pretty quick."

Jessie didn't like the way they were leaning in at her, "Hey I came to you guys." She pointed roughly at her chest, she paused, "I told you...I didn't like it." She swallowed again, "We did the thing and the thing and then I realized what I had done...again." Her eyes emphasized on the word. "I didn't even bother with pulling up my pants all the way I got out of there so fast."

"So you're back at your home thirty minutes to midnight, is there anyone that can vouch for you?"

"Yes." Jessie answered even before all the words were out of his mouth, "My roommate saw me when I came in, I said hi to her. Grabbed a drink headed to the dance floor, picked up another girl, fell asleep afterwards. I didn't leave at all after I got there."

"Okay can we have the name of your roommate and the second girl you were with?"

"Anngie Coodish is my cousin and the girl was Liz something, I didn't get her full name." She glared at Olivia as she said the last part.

"Excuse me, your cousin?" Olivia tried to clarify.

"My roommate. She's my mother's brother's wife's daughter, from her first marriage."

"So she's the daughter of your step aunt?"

"If you want to shorten it." Jessie said slowly, like she was bored.

"Okay then, Detective Benson will finish up with you." Without another word Elliot walked out.

Captain Cragen was looking through the glass as the young woman answered the rest of Benson's questions.

"What do you think?" Elliot asked,

"She's got an attitude, but she seems shaken up enough."

"So you're saying we should let her go?" Elliot asked, slightly shocked, he wanted to get to the full story.

"She came in on her own." Don argued, "She's free to go if she wants to." With that he slapped a button and the sound came back in,

"How old are you?" Olivia was asking.

"Nineteen."

"That's not old enough to drink." Benson pointed out.

Jessie rolled her eyes and sighed but said nothing.

Olivia just knew this girl was going to be tough and fight them every step of the way, she went on. "What's your last name?"

"Novak."

Olivia made a motion to look at the glass but stopped herself, "As in Casey Novak?" She asked without thinking.

"Yeah. She's my aunt."

This time Olivia did look at the glass but only for a second then she found herself smiling and asked Jessie, "Is this the same side as your long lost cousin?"

Jessie cracked a smile, "Nah, this one's easy, she's my father's sister."

From on the other side of the glass Elliot looked at Don. "Do you think we should call Novak?"

"She's going to find out sooner or later her niece is involved in all of this, better she kind out now. Make the call."