Disclaimer: I don't not own any of these characters. Also this is my very
first Law and Order SVU fic, so please be kind. If you can't say something
nice, then don't bother to say anything at all.
I left Special Victims four years ago, and went to narcotics. Because I jus' - well I jus' couldn't do it. I couldn't make sense of the type of people who would commit those type of crimes. I still can't, but now those types of crimes have become personal.
I was sitting at home watching ESPN when there was a knock at my door. I pulled myself off of my couch an' made my way to the door, opening it I saw the last two people I ever expected to see. Detectives Stabler an' Benson. I greeted them with a warm smile, but something made me realize this wasn't a visit of friends. There was something more to this visit. I felt a sickening knot form in the back of my throat. I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the feeling. But it was of no avail.
"Cassidy.." Stabler said, his eyes serious.
I looked towards Olivia Benson, her eyes seemed just as distance. Then I heard a familiar voice speak up an' call my name.
"Brie..." I said hesitantly as both Benson and Stabler parted an' she stepped between them. Right away I knew. Right away I knew why they were there. "No.." I shook my head in denial. But the way Brie looked, her black and blue eye, her tear-streaked cheeks, that far off look in her eyes. I knew -exactly- why they were there.
"B-Brie." my eyes fell on her as I pulled her into a hug. "God.... I'm sorry."
"We did a kit, an' it came up positive for fluids, there was also server vaginal trauma." Stabler said to me. I held Brie close to me, my chin resting on her head as she sobbed. I was speechless.
Olivia looked at me with apologetic eyes. "We thought maybe - maybe you could get her to tell you what happen. I know you're not with SVU anymore, but Cragen gave you permission, to take a statement. He figured she might feel more comfortable around you." She told me.
Brie still sobbed against me, her small frame shaking as I rubbed circles in her back. "Yea, okay. I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Take your time." Stabler said with a firm nod, as he handed me his card. "If you want you can even call me at home."
"Thank You." I replied taking the card from him and closing the door. I pulled Brie out of the hug and looked into her fear filled eyes.
"I tol' h-him - I tol' him to stop. I begged him." She cried. "It hurt -so- bad Brain, I was -so- scared, and I didn't know what to do."
I bit my bottom lip, to keep back the anger I felt. To keep myself from wanting to leave right then an' there. An' find the bastard who did this to her. Find the bastard who raped my kid sista. But I couldn't 'cause right now she needed me to be there more then anything. "Brie, I'm gunna get him, I'm gunna get him an' make this okay. I promise you." I cupped her face in my hands, an' tried her tears with my thumbs, being gentle around her black eye. "I promise you, but you gotta tell me what happen okay. I need to know what exactly happened, so I can help you."
She looked at me, her eyes filled with hurt, fear, anger, confusion. She wasn't 25 anymore, she was my little 8 year old sista who had a nightmare, an' was scared of the monsters under her bed. Only this time the monsters got to her.
We were close as kids, despite the 8 year age difference. I looked out for her, I mean, that's what older brothers do? Right? But as we grew older things happened, and we grew apart. Way apart. We'd talk once in a while. She'd call me on my birthday, I'd call her on hers. On Christmas, an' Thanksgiving. They weren't long conversations. Jus' long enough to let each other know we were alive an' then we'd say goodbye an' that was that.
But right now, I had to look past our differences an' be her brother. But also had to a cop. I wasn't sure if I could do both. I didn't know which one to be. She needed her brother, but I needed to be a cop to catch the sonofabitch that had done this to her. I hadda be both an' I hadda be both at the same time.
I guided Brie to my couch handing her some tissues. It was chilly in the apartment, so I wrapped the NYPD blanket that lay on my couch around her. "You thirsty?"
Looking down she shook her head.
"Hungry?"
Again she shook her head. "Brain, I jus' - I jus' wanna crawl into a ball an' die."
I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself from crying as I heard her talk. As I felt her pain. I ran my hands down her arms starting from her shoulders, and stopping at her hands, as I took them into mine. "Brie, look at me."
She slowly lifted her head up. "Please don' say that. I know you're feelin' like shit right now, an' I know you don' think things will ever get better. But they can an' they will an' no matter what. I'm here for you okay, ya jus' gotta trust me. Okay? Jus' trust me, lemme be your brother an' trust me." I begged her. "You gotta help me, help you. Okay?" My voice was soft, as I gave her hands a reassuring squeeze. "I love you okay."
Her bottom lip quivered as she wrapped her arms around me crying, it wasn't talking. But we were making progress. I knew my sista better then she though. I knew we were making progress.
I left Special Victims four years ago, and went to narcotics. Because I jus' - well I jus' couldn't do it. I couldn't make sense of the type of people who would commit those type of crimes. I still can't, but now those types of crimes have become personal.
I was sitting at home watching ESPN when there was a knock at my door. I pulled myself off of my couch an' made my way to the door, opening it I saw the last two people I ever expected to see. Detectives Stabler an' Benson. I greeted them with a warm smile, but something made me realize this wasn't a visit of friends. There was something more to this visit. I felt a sickening knot form in the back of my throat. I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the feeling. But it was of no avail.
"Cassidy.." Stabler said, his eyes serious.
I looked towards Olivia Benson, her eyes seemed just as distance. Then I heard a familiar voice speak up an' call my name.
"Brie..." I said hesitantly as both Benson and Stabler parted an' she stepped between them. Right away I knew. Right away I knew why they were there. "No.." I shook my head in denial. But the way Brie looked, her black and blue eye, her tear-streaked cheeks, that far off look in her eyes. I knew -exactly- why they were there.
"B-Brie." my eyes fell on her as I pulled her into a hug. "God.... I'm sorry."
"We did a kit, an' it came up positive for fluids, there was also server vaginal trauma." Stabler said to me. I held Brie close to me, my chin resting on her head as she sobbed. I was speechless.
Olivia looked at me with apologetic eyes. "We thought maybe - maybe you could get her to tell you what happen. I know you're not with SVU anymore, but Cragen gave you permission, to take a statement. He figured she might feel more comfortable around you." She told me.
Brie still sobbed against me, her small frame shaking as I rubbed circles in her back. "Yea, okay. I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Take your time." Stabler said with a firm nod, as he handed me his card. "If you want you can even call me at home."
"Thank You." I replied taking the card from him and closing the door. I pulled Brie out of the hug and looked into her fear filled eyes.
"I tol' h-him - I tol' him to stop. I begged him." She cried. "It hurt -so- bad Brain, I was -so- scared, and I didn't know what to do."
I bit my bottom lip, to keep back the anger I felt. To keep myself from wanting to leave right then an' there. An' find the bastard who did this to her. Find the bastard who raped my kid sista. But I couldn't 'cause right now she needed me to be there more then anything. "Brie, I'm gunna get him, I'm gunna get him an' make this okay. I promise you." I cupped her face in my hands, an' tried her tears with my thumbs, being gentle around her black eye. "I promise you, but you gotta tell me what happen okay. I need to know what exactly happened, so I can help you."
She looked at me, her eyes filled with hurt, fear, anger, confusion. She wasn't 25 anymore, she was my little 8 year old sista who had a nightmare, an' was scared of the monsters under her bed. Only this time the monsters got to her.
We were close as kids, despite the 8 year age difference. I looked out for her, I mean, that's what older brothers do? Right? But as we grew older things happened, and we grew apart. Way apart. We'd talk once in a while. She'd call me on my birthday, I'd call her on hers. On Christmas, an' Thanksgiving. They weren't long conversations. Jus' long enough to let each other know we were alive an' then we'd say goodbye an' that was that.
But right now, I had to look past our differences an' be her brother. But also had to a cop. I wasn't sure if I could do both. I didn't know which one to be. She needed her brother, but I needed to be a cop to catch the sonofabitch that had done this to her. I hadda be both an' I hadda be both at the same time.
I guided Brie to my couch handing her some tissues. It was chilly in the apartment, so I wrapped the NYPD blanket that lay on my couch around her. "You thirsty?"
Looking down she shook her head.
"Hungry?"
Again she shook her head. "Brain, I jus' - I jus' wanna crawl into a ball an' die."
I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself from crying as I heard her talk. As I felt her pain. I ran my hands down her arms starting from her shoulders, and stopping at her hands, as I took them into mine. "Brie, look at me."
She slowly lifted her head up. "Please don' say that. I know you're feelin' like shit right now, an' I know you don' think things will ever get better. But they can an' they will an' no matter what. I'm here for you okay, ya jus' gotta trust me. Okay? Jus' trust me, lemme be your brother an' trust me." I begged her. "You gotta help me, help you. Okay?" My voice was soft, as I gave her hands a reassuring squeeze. "I love you okay."
Her bottom lip quivered as she wrapped her arms around me crying, it wasn't talking. But we were making progress. I knew my sista better then she though. I knew we were making progress.