Title: "Telling"

Author: Honey Johnson

Pairing: N/A

Rating: PG-13

Summary: After a report of incest made by a fifteen-year old girl, The SVU team investigates.

Disclaimer: The characters of SVU are not mine. Other characters are mine, but Dick Wolf's Law and Order SVU inspired them and the story.

Complete or To Be Continued: To Be Continued.

"Please don't call her. Please don't call my mother." Ashley was desperate.

"We have to Ashley. It's the law." Olivia said. They were back in the sparse room; Ashley chewed her jacket sleeve and looked towards the wire-covered window. Olivia watched her. She could tell the mere mention of the word "mother" made Ashley more upset.

"Is it…?" Olivia paused. "Is there anything you need to tell me about your mother?" Ashley wouldn't look at her. "Ashley, I know all of this is really hard. But I want to make sure you are safe."

"Then don't tell my mother." Ashley said.

"Can you tell me what you are afraid of?" Olivia asked. Ashley picked at her fingernails. She felt like an animal that had escaped a trap but had had to gnaw its own leg to get free. She was an animal limping, leaving a blood trail…how could she possibly explain that her mother knowing was the blood trail that would lead her father right to her?

"If you tell her she's going to be mad at me." Ashley said finally. "I always thought she was just bad-mouthing him, you know? She's always said he likes teenage girls. Said that's why he's a photographer, always after the models, that that's why they got a divorce. She told me…" Ashley was cold yet her face felt burning hot. "Not to let him take any pictures of me. But I did. I let him. It was innocent at first…"

"Ashley, listen to me. You didn't do anything wrong." Olivia said. There was a tap on the door. It was Elliot. "Wait just a minute okay?" Olivia left for a few minutes. For Ashley it was an eternity. When they came back Olivia placed some photographs, all sealed in evidence
marked-plastic bags, on the table.

Olivia looked at Ashley with gentle compassion. "Ashley, we searched your father's apartment and we found these photographs. Were these the ones you were talking about?"
Olivia spoke calmly, softly. It was a moment before Ashley realized what she was looking at. Her eyes widened.

"DON'T LOOK! NO!" In a second she was on her feet, flipping the photos facedown."You searched his apartment? He's going to kill me!" She took a bag in her teeth and started to rip it up.

"Ashley, stop!" Deftly Elliot seized the photo from Ashley's grip and Olivia tried to calm her.

"I never should have come here!" Ashley was crying.

"It's okay Ashley, it's okay. You are safe here." Olivia said.

"But you looked. They're disgusting…" Ashley looked accusingly at them both, but especially Elliot.

"We know none of this is your fault. With your help we can protect you and other girls he might hurt. You aren't alone here. There are photos of other victims." Elliot said.

"So you don't think it's my fault?"

"No." Elliot said, a little louder than he meant to. "No way was it your fault." Carefully he picked up a photo of a girl with long dark hair. "Ashley, can you tell me if this is your cousin Marlena?"

"Oh…no…I had hoped…" Ashley put her hand over her mouth. "It's her. Please find her. Please…"