Last time on 'Abeni Tutuola'. . .

"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."

Munch and Elliot watched the scene with breaking hearts. This was so wrong. It shouldn't have happened to a family that was so good to the community. It shouldn't happen to anyone.

"Where is she, Dad?" A.J. asked once he'd stopped crying.

"She's in getting a rape kit done. She should be finishing up right about now." As soon as Fin said rape kit, A.J. closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fin put an arm around his shoulders and let him lay his head on his shoulder. Elliot and John walked over and sat next to them. "Thanks for bringing him, guys."

"No problem," Elliot said. They sat quietly until A.J. fell asleep against Fin's shoulder and then they began to talk softly.

"So, how did you guys end up bringing him here?" Fin asked.

"He came into the precinct, hysterical. He'd heard that something happened to Abby and we told him. Then we brought him here," Munch answered. Fin sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. They sat in silence for a while longer until Olivia came out.

"How is she?" Fin asked quietly so as not to wake A.J. It didn't help, though, because his eyes fluttered open and he sat up.

"She's upset, naturally. Right now, she's getting dressed, so she should be out in a minute," Olivia told them. Ten minutes later, Abby came out, looking frightened and shameful. A.J. and Fin stood and she walked into her brother's arms. He held her tightly and held back his tears. The four detectives walked away to give them some privacy and Fin suddenly growled and slammed his fist into the wall. The other three quickly grabbed him, but he jerked away and stormed off to the roof.

Everyone glanced at each other, each feeling their own pain for Fin and his family. Then Munch went off to follow Fin and looked around the roof, but he couldn't find him. Suddenly, he heard a gunshot go off and gasped.

"Fin," he whispered to himself and ran off in the direction the sound came from. There he found Fin standing on the edge of the building, his gun pointed to the sky and smoking. John moved up behind him quietly so as not to startle him.

"It'd be so easy, John. To end it, you know? Just one pull and you're dead. That's it. Gone," Fin said, knowing it was John standing behind him.

"Fin, just give me the gun. Let's talk about this," John said calmly, reaching his hand out. "Come on. Come down from the ledge and we'll talk. You don't have to do this. Think of all the people you're leaving behind. Me, Elliot, Olivia, Cragen, your kids. Think about them. The ones that need you the most. What would this do to them? It would kill them."

Fin considered these words for a long time before turning back around to face John. He looked at the gun, John, the gun, and then John again. Tears were in his eyes as his partner's words got to him and he handed his gun to John, which he tucked away in his own holster. John grabbed Fin's wrist and yanked him down and Fin went into his embrace, sobbing into his shoulder and clawing at his coat.

"I'm sorry, John! I'm so sorry! I let Abeni down! I let both of them down!" he cried. John stroked his back and held him tightly.

"No, Fin, you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't let anyone down. It's nobody's fault but the sick bastard that did this. Nobody can blame you for wanting to end it either. Believe me. This happened. . .to my daughter," John told him and Fin pulled out of his arms. He frowned in confusion.

"What daughter?"

"From my first marriage. She's about thirty now. Her name's Gwendolyn. She was raped. I felt like giving up because the son of a bitch husband of hers put her on life-support for six months. I thought she'd never wake up. I tried to kill myself because I was selfish and couldn't stand the pain, when there she was, feeling and hearing everything, and not able to say a damn word. I'd been in SVU for about a year and Cragen found me slumped over my gun and a bottle of booze at my house. While I was being a jackass and trying to kill myself, Gwen woke up and asked for me. She found out what happened and made me promise her I'd never do it again, and to this day, I never once think about it. Life's too short."

This was the most personal thing John had ever told him and he was shocked at the story. He didn't know John had a daughter, much less tried to kill himself. Fin threw his arms around John again and squeezed him tightly, trembling from exhaustion and fear.

"I'm sorry, John. I'm just so scared."

"I know you are. I was, too. You have to be strong for Abby, though. She needs you." With that said, the two men walked back down to the others and saw that Olivia and A.J. were gone, leaving only Elliot and Abby, who was crying for her father into the tall man's chest. Fin's heart nearly ripped out of his chest for his baby girl and he took Elliot's place while the man talked to John.

"What went on up there? I heard a gunshot," Elliot wanted to know.

"He tried to kill himself."

"What?"

"I stopped him, though. He's not hurt. Just freaked out."

"Olivia took A.J. so he could stay with her while Fin and Abby were at the house. Tell Fin, would you? I gotta get home to the kids."

"Got it. Take it easy."

"Take it easy." With that, Elliot left. Munch made a quick phone call, told Fin the deal with A.J., and offered to drive him and Abby back to the precinct. Once they got there, Abby went to the crib to read while John and Fin sat in their chairs, not saying a word. Until Fin spoke.

"So, tell me about your daughter. What's she like?"

"Ask her yourself." Then, a pretty, black-haired, brown-eyed, young woman came through the door and smiled. She was about 5'9", wore a scoop-necked, fitted, burgundy shirt, snug blue jeans that flared at the bottom slightly, black boots with small heels, brick-colored lipstick, black square glasses, and brick nail polish.

(A.N. I know this is weird, but I got the description for John's daughter from Courtney Cox in 'Friends'. I hope y'all don't mind me using actors and actresses for my characters.)

TBC

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