Disclaimer: I do not own Olivia Benson or anyone on the show Law and Order Special Victims Unit produced by Dick Wolf...he is so lucky
Chapter One: A New Edition
The SVU squadroom was calmer than usual. Olivia was doing the paperwork for a case she, Elliot, Fin and Munch had just closed and was looking forward to a night with Hercule Poirot. Nomatter how many times she read Murder on the Orient Express she would never understand how Poirot could solve the case so perfectly. Every detail fell into place. It was amazing.
She was just finishing up when a young girl, no older than fifteen, walked into the room. She was wearing a large shirt with a pair of jeans and dirty white puma sneakers. Her red-brown hair was down and in her face, which made her look as thpugh she was in shock. Her left hand was holding her right arm.
Olivia stood up and walked over to the girl, who looked up as she made her way over.
I-I'd like to report a rape the girl said. She began to get nervous and panic.
Come on sweetie. Sit down and talk to me. Now when diid this happen Olivia asked as she brought the young girl to her desk.
Three months ago the girl looked down on Halloween
Olivia tried not to look disappointed in the girl for waiting for so long to report it, nomatter how hard it is for many people. Olivia put her hand on the girl's, as a sign of comfort. The girl was obviously having difficulty getting it all out.
Please, go on. I'm sorry, I don't mean to pressure you, but it might actually be better if you told me. Olivia said im a comforting, calm voice.
I-I didn't tihnk it would be this bad, I mean, the bitches go against everything I believe, treating another living being like property and-and she couldn't take it anymore. As she was talking, it was as though she wanted to just be quiet and blend in. The way she said bitch' alone was enough to tell Olivia that she was trying not to let her rage take over and cry, but as soon as she finished her sentence, she just couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears poured from her eyes as she burried her head in her hands.
Shhh, it's okay. Olivia said as the girl leaned into her shoulder. Olivia slowly put her hand on the girl's back. Can you please tell me your name
She sniffed Um, it's Malory, Malory Toki Cree. I was named after my uncle's wife. She died in the hospital when my mom was in labor. She was shot, but it was because she tried to save some guy she never knew. She was in his store when the guy tried to shoot him. her testimony said that the guy said that the man he tried to shoot cheated him out, and um, now he was gonna get his. Malory rambled to herself.
Olivia saw how distressed she was.
Well she seems like a wonderful person. It's a shame you never got to know her. You really seem to admire her.She was an amazing woman. My uncle says that she was like his guardian angel, but still calls me the light of his life. He says that it was destiny that she died as I was being born, and that it was up to me to continue her work. She always wanted to work here, I mean special victims. It was her dream, but she always looked out for anyone who didn't even have to cross her path. Malory said.
Olivia saw that what she was doing was working. She was gaining Malory's trust and getting her to relax more.
Well, I'm sure that you are just like her by the way you speak of, what was her name, Malory or TokiToki. She was from Japan, or born there, but she was raised near the fourth precinct and lived there until she went to college at NYU. She always said that there was never enough time in the world and quit college to travel, which is how she met my uncle Arnie. They were both in Greece.Wow. She must have let an interesting life.She didn't deserve to die. Malory said in a shelled voice.
Well, if you believe in reincarnation, maybe her soul was placed into your body Olivia tried to raise Malory's spirit a little.
No. She would have fought back, not given them what they wanted. I was weak. Malory went into a dark mode. Her hair went over her eyes as they became sullen and distant.
Come on sweetie, why don't you tell me what happened. Olivia said. She knew that if she waited anymore then Malory would probably get second thoughts and leave. I don't want to pressure you or anythingHey, it's happened before Malory tried to smirk.
Olivia knew that it might help if John was there when she heard that Malory's defense mechanism for fear or sorrow was by making innapropriate jokes.
Sorry, I know that was innapropriate and wrong, but, well, it just blurted out. Malory said in almost a whisper.
It's okay Malory. Don't worry about it. But would you mind telling me what happened Olivia was worried about this girl.
Um, well, it was Halloween and I was late for school. My dad drove me to school but had to rush off to get to work because he was already late. I saw that he drove off and took off the large shirt I was wearing over my costume. I was going as Madonna. Um, right after I put my shirt into my bookbag and started up the stairs I heard tires screech and a door fly open. I ran over to see what had happened. When I got there I saw a man, well, her looked nineteen, on the ground. His face was all dirty and his clothes were torn. Malory took a short breath a she collected her memories. It was a terrible day. She felt so weak and defenseless.
It's ok, you only have to go on if you feel comfortable. Olivia said in a soft voice. Would you rather go into a different roomIt's okay, I'm fine. Um, so I saw him lying face down on the ground. I threw my stuff as I ran to his side. He told me that he did not need any help and that his friends who work at the pizza place near my school always parked their cars on the corner, like near my school. He told me that he would be okay if he could just get there. I was a total sap. How could I have fallen for it? I told him that I would take him inside of the school, but he said no. What idiot would fall for that Malory shook her head.
Malory, if you are anything, it is not an idiot. You were trying to help someone in need and just put some clearer thinking aside. Your intentions were good. Come on, let's go into another room. Would you like some coffee Olivia asked as she brought Malory to one of the interrogation room.
No, thank you. Are you Olivia BensonYes, how did you knowA picture, but I was hoping to find you in particular. I have a new edition for the rape kid family.
