New York Hospital
April 12th, 2004
11:02 PM
"Holly Robbins?" Olivia asked softly, knocking on the hospital door frame.
The young woman jumped slightly, swiveling her head toward the detectives, her posture immediately defensive. Olivia nearly winced at the bruise peeking out from under the white gauze on her forehead. "Who... who are you?" Holly asked, fear overcoming her eyes when she saw Elliot.
"We're detectives," Olivia said, reaching for her shield. Seeing the woman flinch, she realized that Holly probably thought she was reaching for a weapon. "I'm going to get my identification," Olivia explained gently. The woman settled slightly, reading the words on both their shields before looking at Olivia again.
"I'm Detective Stabler and she is Detective Benson," Elliot stated softly, guilt unconsciously overcoming him as Holly jumped again.
"It's okay," Olivia said, sitting down, Elliot moving to stand behind her. "We just need to ask you a few questions about the attack."
Holly nodded, tears filling her eyes.
"We need you to tell us what happened," Olivia prodded.
Holly took a deep breath, and then whispered, "I was walking toward my car after work." She looked up at Elliot, and said, "I work at Bloomingdale's." Ducking her head, she continued. "I was walking to my car when I felt a prick in my foot. I thought I had stepped on a piece of glass or something. I then felt a jolt run through my body." Olivia nodded sympathetically. Holly traced her finger on the hospital blanket, and then said, "When I came to, I was tied up in a dark room. I must have hit my head when I fell because I was all dizzy and I felt blood running down my face. I think it was a basement because there was a boiler and a shelf with canned food on it. He... he came downstairs a few minutes later. I thought he had a gun but it was some sort of thing that stunned me. I found that out later."
Holly was silent for a few minutes. Olivia reached over, gently touching her knee. "What happened next?" she prodded gently.
"He said that he was Jesus Christ and that he was going to save me," Holly said. "He then shot me with the stun gun and raped me. Every time I came to, he would stun me again. I'm not sure how long... or how many times... he raped me." Holly fell silent again before saying, "He said he owned me and that he would be back later to brand me so everyone in hell knew that... that I was his."
"How did you get away, Holly?" Elliot asked, realizing that Holly was the only victim who had been found alive.
"I took a course in high school that taught you how to get out of difficult situations. Once he... he finished, I worked on the ropes that held me together. I was able to free my hands and I crawled out of a window."
"Do you think you could tell us where you were held?" Olivia asked, hope fluttering in her stomach.
"No," Holly replied, shaking her head. "I ran away and didn't look back. All I remember is falling and when I came to, I was here." The young woman hung her head, sighing. "I feel so dirty. All I want to do is go to sleep and forget."
Olivia glanced at Elliot, sighing softly as she reached into her jacket. She pulled out a picture of Andrew Wald and held it up without saying anything. Holly looked up and gasped. "Do... do you recognize this man, Holly?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"How do you know him?" Olivia guided gently.
"He's the man who raped me."
"Okay," Olivia breathed. "Holly, do you have someone you can call to stay with?" she asked.
"I was going to call my boyfriend, but I... I can't.... not now," Holly said, tears shining in her eyes. "I guess I'll call my older sister. I don't want my parents to know... not yet at least."
"You've been extremely helpful," Olivia said, standing up and hesitatingly putting a hand on Holly's shoulder, relieved when the young woman didn't jump. Olivia handed Holly her business card and said, "If you can think of anything else to help us or if you need to talk, please, give me a call."
Holly took the card, her eyes focused on the cast and sling on Olivia's arm. "What... uh, what happened?" she asked, drawing the attention away from her.
"A suspect hit me with a lead pipe," Olivia told the young woman, deciding not to reveal that the suspect had been Wald. Olivia felt guilty enough about not apprehending him. Now, he had the chance to rape again.
Holly nodded, and Olivia and Elliot turned to leave. "Detectives," the woman's hoarse voice called out. Olivia and Elliot turned in sync, looking at the victim. "You catch that bastard and hurt him."
Olivia and Elliot looked at each other again and then turned back to Holly, nodding to let her know they understood.
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"Liv?"
She turned toward him, her eyes rimmed with red. It wasn't from crying, though. She was just plain exhausted.
"What's up?" Olivia asked, stretching her legs out.
"We're at the station," Elliot said, turning the car ignition off. He left the keys in, though, and glanced at Olivia. "You want to talk?"
Olivia blinked in surprise, looking at Elliot. "About what?" she asked innocently.
"Cut the Super Woman bullshit, Liv. This is Elliot you're talking to. I know you feel guilty, but don't. It's not your fault. Andrew Wald assaulted you and there was nothing you could have done about it."
Olivia stared out the window, leaning her head against the cool glass. "I should have waited for you."
Elliot opened his mouth, but no words came out. He had expected a verbal beat down, but what he got was an admission. "Excuse me?" Elliot asked.
Olivia swung her eyes toward him and said, "What? I know what I did was stupid. I have the cast on my arm to prove it."
"I'm not talking about Wald, Olivia. I'm talking about that look," Elliot said, knowing he was treading in a dangerous territory.
"What look?" Olivia challenged, wanting to hear it from him.
"The look of guilt," Elliot said gently. "The look where you want to take the blame. You think it is your fault that Holly Robbins was raped. If another woman is raped, you want to take the fall. But Olivia, it is not your fault. You can't take the heat for everything."
Olivia sighed softly, leaning her head back. "Damn, I need to be less obvious," she said. Seeing Elliot's confused look, Olivia smiled. "I know it's not my fault. That still doesn't take the guilt away."
"I know," Elliot soothed, patting her on the knee. "You okay?"
"I'll survive," Olivia said. "You ready to share the new info?"
"Yup," Elliot replied, pocketing the keys.
"Then let's go."
~/~
16th Precinct April 13th, 2004 12:35 AM
"Hey, you two," Cragen greeted Olivia and Elliot. They nodded to him in reply. "How's the arm, Olivia?"
"It's okay," she shrugged. "The pain meds are wearing off so I'm going to take a few pills in a few. And don't even think you are writing on my cast," Olivia said, not even looking at Munch but knowing the older detective had been reaching for a Sharpie. Fin snickered, stifling his laugh when Munch glared at him.
"So where are we on the case?" Cragen asked, choosing to ignore the common bantering.
Elliot made sure Olivia was comfortable in her chair before saying, "Holly Robbins was raped by Andrew Wald. He kept her tied up in a basement and repeatedly raped and shot her with a Taser gun. He said he was Jesus Christ and he was there to save Holly. Wald also told Holly that he would be back to brand her so everyone in hell knew she belonged to him."
"Damn," Fin whistled. "What a psycho."
"Yeah," Olivia said, gesturing to her arm. "Tell me about it."
"Any idea where Wald could be now?" Cragen asked Munch, who looked up from his computer.
"Nothing. He has no family in New York and obviously isn't going near his home," Munch said.
"We have uniforms stationed at his house just in case, and we have a watch on his credit cards and at the airport. His mug will be on the early morning news," Fin concluded.
The Captain sighed, realizing there was nothing more they could really do for the night. "Well, I guess the case is at a standstill for now. How about we all go home to catch some sleep and then come back tomorrow?" Cragen suggested, looking at his four exhausted detectives and knowing his face mirrored theirs.
"I'm not going to argue," Fin said, standing up. "I may just crash upstairs."
"Forget that," Munch said. "I'm going home to my bed."
Elliot went to make a comment only to have the phone at his desk ring. "Now what?" he groaned, answering. "Special Victims Unit."
He frowned leaning his head back and rolling his eyes. He looked at Olivia and mouthed, "Kathy."
His partner frowned. Olivia didn't have a good feeling out this conversation.
~/~
End Part 6.
"Holly Robbins?" Olivia asked softly, knocking on the hospital door frame.
The young woman jumped slightly, swiveling her head toward the detectives, her posture immediately defensive. Olivia nearly winced at the bruise peeking out from under the white gauze on her forehead. "Who... who are you?" Holly asked, fear overcoming her eyes when she saw Elliot.
"We're detectives," Olivia said, reaching for her shield. Seeing the woman flinch, she realized that Holly probably thought she was reaching for a weapon. "I'm going to get my identification," Olivia explained gently. The woman settled slightly, reading the words on both their shields before looking at Olivia again.
"I'm Detective Stabler and she is Detective Benson," Elliot stated softly, guilt unconsciously overcoming him as Holly jumped again.
"It's okay," Olivia said, sitting down, Elliot moving to stand behind her. "We just need to ask you a few questions about the attack."
Holly nodded, tears filling her eyes.
"We need you to tell us what happened," Olivia prodded.
Holly took a deep breath, and then whispered, "I was walking toward my car after work." She looked up at Elliot, and said, "I work at Bloomingdale's." Ducking her head, she continued. "I was walking to my car when I felt a prick in my foot. I thought I had stepped on a piece of glass or something. I then felt a jolt run through my body." Olivia nodded sympathetically. Holly traced her finger on the hospital blanket, and then said, "When I came to, I was tied up in a dark room. I must have hit my head when I fell because I was all dizzy and I felt blood running down my face. I think it was a basement because there was a boiler and a shelf with canned food on it. He... he came downstairs a few minutes later. I thought he had a gun but it was some sort of thing that stunned me. I found that out later."
Holly was silent for a few minutes. Olivia reached over, gently touching her knee. "What happened next?" she prodded gently.
"He said that he was Jesus Christ and that he was going to save me," Holly said. "He then shot me with the stun gun and raped me. Every time I came to, he would stun me again. I'm not sure how long... or how many times... he raped me." Holly fell silent again before saying, "He said he owned me and that he would be back later to brand me so everyone in hell knew that... that I was his."
"How did you get away, Holly?" Elliot asked, realizing that Holly was the only victim who had been found alive.
"I took a course in high school that taught you how to get out of difficult situations. Once he... he finished, I worked on the ropes that held me together. I was able to free my hands and I crawled out of a window."
"Do you think you could tell us where you were held?" Olivia asked, hope fluttering in her stomach.
"No," Holly replied, shaking her head. "I ran away and didn't look back. All I remember is falling and when I came to, I was here." The young woman hung her head, sighing. "I feel so dirty. All I want to do is go to sleep and forget."
Olivia glanced at Elliot, sighing softly as she reached into her jacket. She pulled out a picture of Andrew Wald and held it up without saying anything. Holly looked up and gasped. "Do... do you recognize this man, Holly?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"How do you know him?" Olivia guided gently.
"He's the man who raped me."
"Okay," Olivia breathed. "Holly, do you have someone you can call to stay with?" she asked.
"I was going to call my boyfriend, but I... I can't.... not now," Holly said, tears shining in her eyes. "I guess I'll call my older sister. I don't want my parents to know... not yet at least."
"You've been extremely helpful," Olivia said, standing up and hesitatingly putting a hand on Holly's shoulder, relieved when the young woman didn't jump. Olivia handed Holly her business card and said, "If you can think of anything else to help us or if you need to talk, please, give me a call."
Holly took the card, her eyes focused on the cast and sling on Olivia's arm. "What... uh, what happened?" she asked, drawing the attention away from her.
"A suspect hit me with a lead pipe," Olivia told the young woman, deciding not to reveal that the suspect had been Wald. Olivia felt guilty enough about not apprehending him. Now, he had the chance to rape again.
Holly nodded, and Olivia and Elliot turned to leave. "Detectives," the woman's hoarse voice called out. Olivia and Elliot turned in sync, looking at the victim. "You catch that bastard and hurt him."
Olivia and Elliot looked at each other again and then turned back to Holly, nodding to let her know they understood.
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"Liv?"
She turned toward him, her eyes rimmed with red. It wasn't from crying, though. She was just plain exhausted.
"What's up?" Olivia asked, stretching her legs out.
"We're at the station," Elliot said, turning the car ignition off. He left the keys in, though, and glanced at Olivia. "You want to talk?"
Olivia blinked in surprise, looking at Elliot. "About what?" she asked innocently.
"Cut the Super Woman bullshit, Liv. This is Elliot you're talking to. I know you feel guilty, but don't. It's not your fault. Andrew Wald assaulted you and there was nothing you could have done about it."
Olivia stared out the window, leaning her head against the cool glass. "I should have waited for you."
Elliot opened his mouth, but no words came out. He had expected a verbal beat down, but what he got was an admission. "Excuse me?" Elliot asked.
Olivia swung her eyes toward him and said, "What? I know what I did was stupid. I have the cast on my arm to prove it."
"I'm not talking about Wald, Olivia. I'm talking about that look," Elliot said, knowing he was treading in a dangerous territory.
"What look?" Olivia challenged, wanting to hear it from him.
"The look of guilt," Elliot said gently. "The look where you want to take the blame. You think it is your fault that Holly Robbins was raped. If another woman is raped, you want to take the fall. But Olivia, it is not your fault. You can't take the heat for everything."
Olivia sighed softly, leaning her head back. "Damn, I need to be less obvious," she said. Seeing Elliot's confused look, Olivia smiled. "I know it's not my fault. That still doesn't take the guilt away."
"I know," Elliot soothed, patting her on the knee. "You okay?"
"I'll survive," Olivia said. "You ready to share the new info?"
"Yup," Elliot replied, pocketing the keys.
"Then let's go."
~/~
16th Precinct April 13th, 2004 12:35 AM
"Hey, you two," Cragen greeted Olivia and Elliot. They nodded to him in reply. "How's the arm, Olivia?"
"It's okay," she shrugged. "The pain meds are wearing off so I'm going to take a few pills in a few. And don't even think you are writing on my cast," Olivia said, not even looking at Munch but knowing the older detective had been reaching for a Sharpie. Fin snickered, stifling his laugh when Munch glared at him.
"So where are we on the case?" Cragen asked, choosing to ignore the common bantering.
Elliot made sure Olivia was comfortable in her chair before saying, "Holly Robbins was raped by Andrew Wald. He kept her tied up in a basement and repeatedly raped and shot her with a Taser gun. He said he was Jesus Christ and he was there to save Holly. Wald also told Holly that he would be back to brand her so everyone in hell knew she belonged to him."
"Damn," Fin whistled. "What a psycho."
"Yeah," Olivia said, gesturing to her arm. "Tell me about it."
"Any idea where Wald could be now?" Cragen asked Munch, who looked up from his computer.
"Nothing. He has no family in New York and obviously isn't going near his home," Munch said.
"We have uniforms stationed at his house just in case, and we have a watch on his credit cards and at the airport. His mug will be on the early morning news," Fin concluded.
The Captain sighed, realizing there was nothing more they could really do for the night. "Well, I guess the case is at a standstill for now. How about we all go home to catch some sleep and then come back tomorrow?" Cragen suggested, looking at his four exhausted detectives and knowing his face mirrored theirs.
"I'm not going to argue," Fin said, standing up. "I may just crash upstairs."
"Forget that," Munch said. "I'm going home to my bed."
Elliot went to make a comment only to have the phone at his desk ring. "Now what?" he groaned, answering. "Special Victims Unit."
He frowned leaning his head back and rolling his eyes. He looked at Olivia and mouthed, "Kathy."
His partner frowned. Olivia didn't have a good feeling out this conversation.
~/~
End Part 6.