"What are you drawing Tommy?" Detective Benson asked as she looked at the boy. Tommy didn't talk though- he simply gave her the picture.
"Who's this a picture of?" She asked quietly as Cragen, her partner Stabler and Detective Fin watched from outside the room. The boy still didn't talk- he just went back to drawing. Benson looked up towards the mirror.
"I'll be right back" she patted Tommy on the head as she left the room. She went around and watched Tommy with her co-workers.
"He's not talking" Munch said.
"We can't hold him here", Cragen announced.
"I know he's hurting- let me have a few more minutes. I'm sure I can get him to say something", Benson asked.
"I don't know", her boss thought crossing his arms across his chest.
"Just let her- the boy's father isn't back yet- we might as well keep the boy here" Stabler said. Cragen nodded and Benson headed back into the room. Tommy was still drawing, there was another drawing in front of where Benson was sitting.
"What is this?" she asked but he just kept drawing.
"Is it for me?" she asked again as she picked the picture up.
"Is this your mom?" she asked as she pointed to a character on his drawing. The boy looked at her like he was waiting for permission to talk.
"It's ok- you can tell me", she reassured him.
"Is this your mom?" she asked again. The boy nodded, Benson smiled knowing she had a better chance of getting him to talk now.
"Is that you next to her?" she asked.
"Yes" the boy finally, said. She smiled largely and the boy looked at her innocently.
"Where's your dad?" she asked about the picture. They boy's look turned seriously and he went back to drawing.
"Are you mad at your dad?" She asked.
"Yes" the boy told her not looking at her.
"Why?… Is he mean?"
"Yes" the boy told her.
"Did he hurt you?" she asked as she lightly put her hand on the small boy's back.
"He killed my aunt" he kept drawing. Benson looked up to the window then went back to talking to the boy.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"I was at her house…" he stopped.
"Its ok" she reassured him again.
"…He came in early. He told me to go use the bathroom before we go" the boy kept drawing as he talked.
"But I didn't have to go to the bathroom."
"Did he lock you in the bathroom?" Benson asked.
"Yeah. But I looked through the key hole because I heard my aunt screaming."
"What happened?"
"I saw daddy. He was kissing her- but she pushed him away." He said as Benson looked up at the window again.
"Then daddy got mad at her- and he hit her." The boy kept drawing the same picture.
"You know hitting is bad" Benson made sure.
"Yeah. I said; 'daddy let me out' and I called for him- but he didn't come. He pulled a gun out and he shot my aunt" the boy said.
"Where did he shoot her?" she asked hesitantly.
"In the head" the boy finished, giving Benson the picture.
"Is this your mommy again?" Benson asked smiling.
"Yeah." The boy looked at her as she looked at it.
"Have you met your mommy?" she asked.
"No. Daddy said she got tired of us- she left when I was younger" he told her.
"Oh. Are you afraid of your daddy?" she asked as she set the picture down and looked at the boy. He didn't say anything, instead he got up and wrapped his arms around her. She hugged him back as he started to cry. She looked at the window as her co-workers watched.