TITLE- TURN AND FACE THE STRANGER
AUTHOR- garrettelliot SUMMARY- Don's goddaughter is left with nothing, except herself and that's slipping away.
RATING- R(to be safe) for language and violence later (come on this is SVU).
DISCLAIMER - Not mine, (except for Becca Swan) don't own 'em, never will (tear) but I'd take Christopher Meloni as compensation. Please, can I have him? 'kay, can I borrow him? You can have him back.
AUTHOR'S NOTE- This was my first attempt at any kind of fan fiction.My first post received some nice reviews, but I'd like more. So read and review, be honest, but don't flame, I hate the smell of singed hair. No beta, so blame only me. Becca is not a self-insertion (I not nearly as messed up.) This is after Elliot and Kathy split other than that no definite time frame. She is not I repeat not going to be paired up with El, Liv, Fin or Munch. There might be romance in later chapters. This could be the first of a series.
ONE P.M. WEDNESDAY. 16TH PRECENCT.
"Where is Captain Cragen?" The woman stood unsteadily in the doorway of the squad room. There was blood on her face and the beginnings of a black eye.
Olivia walked over to the vic. "Let's get you sat down." She guided the woman to a chair. " We can take you to the ER to get you checked out and then we'll get your statement."
"No, I need to speak to Captain Cragen."
"He's not in, but anyone of us can help you."
"Call him now!" With that said she shut-up and sat staring down at the floor.
Elliot raised an eyebrow at Olivia. She called the captain's cell and told him he needed to get back to the office.
"Can you tell us what happened, ma'am?" Fin asked speaking gently to the woman as he crouched beside the chair. The young woman just sat staring down as if catatonic.
Cragen walked in a few minutes later. "What's going on here?"
At the sound of his voice the vic jumped up, threw herself into his arms and started crying. "Becca, what's going on? What happened? Becca honey, talk to me."
It took several minutes before the young woman calmed down enough to speak. "Cappie, I, I, oh god I'm gonna be sick." Her eyes grew wide and she fainted.
Elliot helped Don get her into a chair. "Who is she, Captain?"
"My god daughter, Rebecca. But she's supposed in San Francisco. Anybody know what happened to her?"
"She wouldn't talk to any of us, Cap, just sat in that chair staring at the floor." Fin answered. "Captain, she needs to go to the ER. Looks like somebody worked her over."
Munch grabbed the phone. "I'll call for a bus."
"No we can drive there faster." Elliot said and picked her up.
TWO THIRTY WEDNESDAY E.R.
Cragen waited in the hall with his two best detectives for the doctor's report. "What is taking so long? They've been in with her for an hour already."
"Come on Cap, you know it takes some time. At least with cops bringing her in they saw her right away." Elliot was concerned about Don. He'd rarely seen the man this worried. The Captain was usually cool in a crisis. "Lets get a cup of coffee, Don."
"No, maybe later. I just don't understand what she's doing here, she was suppose to come home on vacation this past August, but called and said she was heading a task force with her partner and even if they caught the perp the D.A. would have them tied up with the depositions and testimony until after New Year at least."
A woman in a white lab coat walked up to them, "Captain Cragen, I'm Doctor Reilly, I've just finished with your goddaughter. She has not regained consciousness yet, but I believe she will soon. Her vital signs are good, but I'm concerned with her overall physical condition."
"What about her injuries, Doctor. She looks as if she were beaten." Cragen asked.
"Her injuries are consistent with a beating, contusions and abrasions on the face and torso and a large bruise on the left chest, three cracked ribs under the bruise. But I'm most concerned about the signs of malnourishment and fatigue. I would say she hasn't had a decent meal or slept well in about three weeks. I've also noted some things that led me to order a rape kit."
"Damn! When can I see her?" Don asked.
"You can go in now, but she's not conscious at the moment. It will be a few minutes before the nurse will be ready to do the kit."
"Well it looks like it's our case now." Olivia said to Elliot as they followed Cragen into the exam room.
Becca regained consciousness a couple of minutes later. When she came around, she looked up at Cragen. "Sorry about showing up without warning, Cappie." She started crying.
" Becca, it's going to be alright. You're safe now. I'm here, baby." She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "I was raped, Cappie. We need to get things going, victim statement, rape kit." She sounded as if she were reporting on a case rather than talking about her own assault.
"The doctor has already ordered the kit. They'll be ready in a few minutes. Olivia, Elliot." Don motioned the two detectives over. "Detectives Benson and Stabler, my goddaughter, Rebecca Swan. She knows the procedures, she's works sex crimes unit, SFPD. Becca, do you want me to stay with you for this?"
"No, Cappie, I'll be okay. Go get a cup of coffee. You know this will take a while."
After he left the room, Becca looked at the two detectives. "Okay, do you want description of the perp or details of the attack first." She still sounded like a cop instead of a victim.
"Detective Swan, …" Benson began.
"Actually, it's Inspector, but call me Becca."
"Becca, start where you need to."
"I got in a cab at Kennedy at approximately 10:56 am. Told the hack my destination and dozed off. Stupid, right, but I haven't been sleeping much since..." She faltered, "in a while. About thirty minutes later, I woke up to a knife at my throat and the hack's hand under my shirt. License gave the name as Grimaldi, Vittorio, brown and brown, 6'2", 235. But the perp's eyes were gray and as he stood outside the cab pulling up his pants after, I'd estimate him at 5'11" and 190. He cut off my bra and panties, left my shirt and pants half way on. He raped me three times over about an hour. I got the lip and the black eye from trying to fight him the first time. He said if I tried again he'd slit my throat and since I didn't have my piece, I stopped fighting. Kinda hard to use self defense moves in a back seat. When he was done, the son of a bitch thanked me for a good time and then dragged me out the cab threw me on the ground and drove away. When he tossed me, I hit some metal bars stacked off to the side. I think my ribs are busted. He used a condom, so no semen, but my shirt has his blood on it. I clipped him pretty good with a right before he threatened to cut me."
"How'd you get to the precinct?" Elliot asked.
"Another cab. This time I compared the hack to the license carefully."
"You said nothing about the assault at the station, why?"
"I guess by that time I was on autopilot, Detective Stabler. All I could think of was getting to Cappie. You know run home to a safe place."
"Cappie?" He looked amused at the name.
"My dad and Uncle Don were partners back in the day. My mom died when I was born, Dad took a bullet on my sixth birthday, some kid cruising on smack who didn't want to go down for slashing his girlfriend's throat. I had no other family except an aunt who dealt and used. Uncle Don and Aunt Marge raised me after that. Cappie's been my nickname for him since his promotion. At first it was to razz him, but now it's just what I call him."
"We're ready, Detectives." The nurse came in the room with a rape kit. "I have the pain med the doctor ordered for you, Ms. Swan."
"I'll go get this description out." Stabler left.
"Good looking partner you got there, Benson. Mine looked like Lenten fish at Christmas." Suddenly her detachment cracked she began crying again. "Oh God! Ben."
"Becca, is Ben your boyfriend?" Benson asked.
"No, Ben Wyke was my partner. He ate his gun last weekend. I fucked up, crossed the line and a kid got killed and Ben blamed himself, but it was my fault. MINE!" The nurse looked like she was contemplating a sedative to go with the painkiller. "Forget the Valium, honey. Just give me the pain pills. My ribs are killing me. I'll calm down, let's just get this over with." She seemed to feel she had said too much, she was silent except for answering question about the assault.
After the nurse finished the exam and left, Becca dressed in the clothes the hospital provided for her.
"Let me see that jacket a sec, will ya?" Becca asked Olivia
"You know this is evidence?"
"Yeah, there just something I need from the pocket." She took a picture out of the pocket and handed back the jacket. "Here you go. You need anything else from me right now?"
"You need to come down and look over the photo array."
Becca looked at the photo before stashing it in a pocket. "I'll get that tomorrow, right now I need a drink. Tell Cappie I'll be at that bar down the street from the precinct. I'm out of here." She was out the door and gone before Olivia could stop her. -
TBC- A/N – How am I doing so far? Waiting for reviews.