Chapter 3: Healing
Olivia sighed. She didn't want to do this, but she knew it was time. "Casey?" she said softly.
"Hmm?" Casey answered.
"Do you feel up to making a formal statement later?"
Casey sighed. "I'm not sure I am," she admitted.
"Casey, I know how hard this is, but you gotta trust me. Can you do that?" Olivia asked cautiously.
"Will you take my statement?" Casey questioned. Her voice was pleading. It was as if she was clinging to Olivia with every ounce of her remaining strength. Olivia saw this and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Sure," she whispered. "Do you wanna go through it again so you'll feel more comfortable when you make your formal statement?"
Casey glanced at her, confused. "What's the point, since you're taking it?"
"Elliot's gonna be there, too," Olivia told her.
She nodded. "I was walking out to my car around 6:00 last night. I'd just won the Ramirez case. I was opening my door when I felt somebody grab me. I elbowed him in the stomach, but he dragged me into an alley. I must've passed out, though, because when I woke up, he was standing over me. He ran away when I started moving."
Olivia was about to speak again when her cell phone rang. "Benson," she answered quickly.
"Livia?" a familiar voice asked.
"What's up, El? You don't sound so good."
Elliot sighed. "Cragen just called. We got another vic."
Olivia
groaned inwardly. "OK, where are you?"
"I'm on my way to
St. Catherine's."
"OK, I'll meet you there," she said, hanging up.
"Livia, don't leave yet," Casey pleaded.
"It's OK. You can come with me. We might need your help."
With that, they left the apartment and headed to St. Catherine's, hoping they could somehow soothe the victim's pain as well as Casey's.