Disclaimer: I don't own SVU. EvilSheep, let's start a "Buy John Munch" fund, though, so we can own at least one aspect of it…

CHAPTER TWO

DOINK-DOINK

"Amy!" said Munch, before remembering that she couldn't hear him.

The guard moved out of Amy's way so that she could see Munch clearly. She stared and fell silent, her hands finally still.

"John? You're working this?" she said in her low voice.

The guards left Elliot and Munch with Amy. Munch knelt next to her.

"We heard you got hurt," he said, moving his mouth carefully so he could read his lips. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I'm fine," said Amy.

"Amy, it's okay if you're scared, but you have to tell us. We can catch this guy."

"I'm telling you. It wasn't me. It's another girl and she's still in the bathroom, I think!"

"What?" said Elliot.

Munch turned to Elliot. "You go check the bathroom."

"What did you say?" asked Amy.

"Elliot's going to look in the bathroom. I'm staying here with you."

"It's on the second floor."

"Okay," said Elliot, and he left.

"Tell me what happened," Munch asked Amy.

"I went into the bathroom after the speech. When I got there, a woman was on the floor and crying. She's still there!"

Munch signed to her, "It's okay. What next?"

Amy seemed to think that Munch knew much more sign language than he did, because she launched into a tirade of hand signs. Munch put up his own hand to stop her.

"I don't know that much," he said. "Sorry."

"It's okay," said Amy. "When I went in, I tried to ask her what happened, but she couldn't tell me."

"Too upset?" said Munch.

"I don't know. I left and said 'rape' until someone listened to me. They thought I was raped, but it was that other lady."

"How do you know what happened if she couldn't talk?"

"I said she was on the floor crying."

"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean –"

"Her skirt was on the floor, too, about eight feet away from her."

DOINK-DOINK

Elliot sprinted to the bathroom. On the floor, leaning against a stall barrier, was a woman wearing just a shirt and her underwear. She was holding her skirt to her chest and breathing heavily, crying. Elliot knelt down next to her.

"Hi," he said. "My name's Elliot Stabler. I'm a detective. I'm here to help you."

The woman only cried harder. Elliot put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked right into his eyes.

"I'm here to help, sweetheart," Elliot reiterated. "Just tell me what happened."

The woman started making husky gagging noises, gesturing toward her mouth, and mouthing silent words.

"Okay, okay. Shh. Do you need some water? I'll get you a cup."

Elliot moved to get water, but the woman stopped him by grabbing his arm. She shook her head and made a writing motion on her palm. Elliot quickly took out his pad and pen. The woman took them with shaking hands and wrote something down. Elliot looked. She had written, "My name is Maria Sedivi".

"Okay, Maria, let's get you dressed."

Maria nodded. Elliot helped her up and turned his back so she could put her skirt back on. After a moment, she tapped Elliot on the shoulder, indicating she was ready to go. Elliot put an arm around her and led her downstairs.