Last time on 'Abeni Tutuola'. . .

"What am I gonna do, John? She's only 16. She's just a baby." Munch got up to sit next to him.

"The only thing you can do, Fin. Be there for her. Help her. Be her dad. Not her cop."

Fin looked at him, contemplating his words, before nodding and standing to go downstairs with John behind him.

"Fin, what's wrong with Abby?" Elliot asked, but before he could say a word, Olivia came out of the bathroom, supporting a crying and pale Abby. Fin hurried over to them and took over for Olivia, nodding his thanks. He took Abby to his desk and sat her down in his lap while Munch got her some water. Fin wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into him.

"Do you need anything, Baby?" She shook her head and Munch handed her a bottle of water. She smiled and he returned it before sitting at his desk and finishing his paperwork. "You wanna go home?"

"No!" Abby exclaimed softly and fear filled her eyes. "Don't take me back."

"Okay, okay, calm down. We don't have to if you don't want to. I guess Uncle Don wouldn't mind if you and I stayed here for a while. I tell you what, why don't you bug Uncle Munchie while I go home and get some clothes for us. How's that sound?"

"I guess."

"Yeah. Come on." They stood so Fin could drag his chair next to Munch, who was tossing the ball in the air, and Abby sat down. Fin leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and hug her from behind. "I'll be back in about an hour, okay?"

"Okay." Fin smiled at her and walked out of the squad room.

John couldn't help but look at the bruise on her cheek. Abby was like his own daughter and he loved her very much, as did everyone else. He finally looked away and started up a conversation.

"So, Abby, how's school?"

"Good. I've got all A's and I'm in all honors classes."

"That's great! Hey, do you want anything to drink or eat? I'm going to the machine."

"Umm, could I have some crackers and ginger ale? My stomach hurts."

"Sure. I'll be back in a minute." True to his word, Munch was back in less than a minute, handing Abby the soda and crackers.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Anything else you need, just holler." Abby smiled and rolled the chair closer so she could lay her head on Munch's shoulder. "Are you tired, Honey?"

"A little. I just. . .I can't sleep unless Daddy's there," she said with a blush. John reached up and ran a hand over her hair.

"He'll be back soon and you can go back to sleep." Abby nodded, but couldn't seem to keep her eyes open. However, every time they closed, she started, opening her eyes quickly and breathing hard. Munch kept an arm around her shoulders and stroked her back every time this happened. About an hour later, Fin returned with two medium sized duffel bags and he took them up to the crib. Then, Abby followed him so they could rest.

The next time they woke, Fin was trying to convince Abby to go to the hospital to get the rape kit done. It wasn't working. Olivia even offered to go and stay with her. Not much incentive.

"Sweetheart, you really should get this done. Who knows what this freak may have? If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your dad and your brother," Olivia told her gently while Fin was downstairs getting coffee. Abby looked hesitant, but she finally agreed.

"Okay," she said softly and stood, Olivia wrapping her arm around her shoulders and leading down the stairs. Fin was sitting in his chair, swiveling back and forth while resting his cheek against his fist on the arm of the chair. When he saw them, he stood and Abby nodded. Fin hugged her and stroked her back as she shivered.

"You're doing the right thing, Baby girl. Come on, let's go," he told her and they walked out to the car, Olivia in tow.

Once they got to the hospital, Olivia and Abby went into the examination room while Fin stayed in the hall. Abby didn't want him seeing her like that, so he stayed out. They'd only been there for about thirty minutes when the doors burst open and Fin's son, A.J., came running in with Munch and Elliot right behind him.

"Where is she!" A.J. exclaimed and his father had to grab his shoulders to keep him from running into a wall.

"A.J., calm down! Take it easy!" Fin instructed firmly, but gently, and shook him slightly. A.J.'s breath came in rapid gasps and he trembled. He was so worried about his baby sister. She was his everything. If anything happened to her, he would die. When his father realized he wasn't going to calm down, he pulled him close and held him tightly. A.J. clutched him in an iron grip and breathed heavily into his shoulder.

"What happened?" he asked breathlessly. He could feel his father's body tense up and knew it was bad.

". . .She was raped, Son." The boy's breath stopped. His heart caught in his chest. Then, suddenly, he let out a gut-wrenching sob and his knees gave out. Fin was surprised at this and moved them over to a couple of chairs where he could still hold his son. A.J. was normally strong. He was 21, 6'1", also had his father's eyes, was very thin, athletic, and loved his sister more than anything in the world. "Shh, it's all right. She'll be fine. It's okay. It's okay, Buddy."

TBC

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