"In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories."

"You finish with the rest of the trash Arty?" a local garbage man called to his partner.

"Just a sec. You don't think they throw out the babies this way do you? These bags are heavy…"

"Ha, ha, ha. That's very funny. Just hurry up and bring them to the truck." Mickey sighed. The sun was blazing, his partner was lacking today, and the sun couldn't get any hotter for such a cold season. Arty shrugged and heaved the last trash bag onto his back. Looking back down he dropped them all immediately. What he had discovered would never leave his mind. To his horror he screamed, "Mickey! Call an Ambulance!"

"Why?" his partner called back.

"Just do it dammit!"

Abortion Clinic Services

Austin Street

Wednesday, November 16

Detective Benson and Detective Stabler waltz onto to the suppose crime scene. The Ambulance truck was blaring its sirens just behind them, and CSU were all over the place.

"What do we got?" Elliot asked a nearby officer.

"Caucasian, sexually assaulted. She looks to be somewhere between the ages of 18 and 20, but we're not sure."

"Why not?" Olivia asked from behind.

"Because she's dead. Loss a lot of blood."

"Okay, well, where is she?" Elliot asked. The officer pointed at an area that was closed off by caution tape. Olivia and Elliot quickly made their way over the tape, and hovered over the covered body. Elliot bent down to reveal the victim's face.

"Another soulless bastard on the loose, Elliot." Olivia spoke bitterly. Elliot looked back at her and said, "Yeah, well we'll catch him." Elliot turned back and pulled down the cover. He almost collapsed under his feet at the sight. Olivia shrieked and stepped back in disbelief. Elliot's mouth fell open in horror. It was Maureen Stabler, his daughter.

Olivia came back to life, and before he could fall, she helped him up. Elliot's mind was going a mile a second. 'No, no, no, this can't be…"

"No, no, no," he shook his head, believing that if he thought it wasn't real, this would all be a dream. But Olivia's concerned voice brought him back down to earth.

"Elliot?"

It was real. This was all real. He looked back toward his daughter. Her limp, angelic face discolored and no more full of life then what he had in him right now. Anger replaced it though. Olivia had her hand gripped on his shoulder, but he jerked away violently.

"Officer!" Elliot yelled hoarsely, his emotions getting the better of him.

"Yes Detective?"

"Who found her?"

The officer pointed to the two garbage men, Arty and Mickey, who were being questioned by two other officers. Both were stuffing their face with donuts.

Olivia could see what was going on through Elliot's mind. Knowing him for six years made her feel like she knew him all her life. She couldn't bear to see him in grief, but what was in his eyes didn't go that deep yet. Confusion and anger was written all over though.

"Elliot, don't" she warned. Elliot ignored her plea and raced toward Arty. Arty didn't see it coming, and in one second was pinned to the side of the Ambulance by Elliot.

"WHO DID THIS TO HER!"

"What?"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP IT? WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP IT!" He was shaking him now.

Arty stuttered, "I didn't do anything! She was like this 'wen I found her…"

Elliot growled and suddenly his fist came in contact with Arty's jaw. As soon as Arty hit the ground, along with his abandoned donut, two officers pulled Elliot back. Olivia ran to his side. She stood close to him, watching the two officers behind him pull his arms back to control his movements. She raised his hanging face by the chin.

"Elliot?" she whispered, "I'm sorry," Her voice shattered at the sight of him. He was weeping.

"My baby's gone… my baby's gone…"

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