Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Dick Wolfe and NBC.

Olivia placed her cereal bowl in Casey's dish washer and let out a sigh as she closed the door and let the weight of her body slump against the counter.

It had not been an easy night.

Casey had woken up just about every hour in varying states of panic and terror. Each time Olivia had done her best to calm the young woman but Casey had refused to talk about her nightmares.

Right now Casey was sitting alone in the living room in front of what Olivia was sure was still an untouched bowl of cereal.

Sure, Olivia dealt with rape victims every day but she only dealt with victims in the short term. That's where her training ended. She could comfort Casey as best she could as a friend but she knew that she was ill-equipped to really help the young woman heal. For that Casey would need professional help. But the detective also knew that getting Casey to agree with this would not be easy.

Letting out another sigh Olivia pushed herself away from the counter and made her way back to the living room.

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"Son of a bitch!", Elliot yelled as the hot coffee made contact with his leg.

"Jesus Christ, Fin!", he shouted as he shot up from his seat, "Watch what you're doing!"

"Maybe you should watch where you put your damn cup down!", Fin retorted as the captain walked out of his office.

"What's going on out here?", Cragen demanded.

Elliot and Fin both stared at each other for a second before mumbling a response.

"What was that?", Cragen bellowed before taking a deep breath and checking his anger.

"Look," he began, "I know everyone's working on no sleep here but it's not going to help Novak if you guys start getting at each other's throats. I need you three to keep your heads in the game."

"Elliot", he said looking down at the coffee stained khakis, "get out of here and go change your pants."

"Munch? Fin? Show me what you've found on these tapes."

John cleared his throat and spoke up for the first time.

"Well captain", he replied, "we found something but it's not much to go on…"

Munch grabbed the mouse away from Fin and rewound the recording a few seconds.

"This is the front desk camera at 10:55am. Watch here.", John instructed slowing down the recording. "We've got a shot of a guy in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt leaving the building about five minutes before Olivia found Casey."

"Looks like you've found our guy", Cragen agreed, "did any of the cameras get a clear shot of his face?"

"We've checked every tape cap", Fin interjected, "this guy is ghost except for his one appearance on this camera at 10:55."

Cragen let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand over his head.

"This precinct is equipped with 27 cameras and you're telling me that this is the only shot of this guy that we've got?", he said incredulously, "that's impossible. He must have come from somewhere!"

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"Hey.", Olivia said softly as she lowered herself onto the couch next to Casey. As she suspected, Casey's breakfast was sitting in front of her untouched.

The young woman, who was staring at nothing, had such an empty hollow look in her eyes it broke Olivia's heart.

Reaching over, Olivia covered Casey's hand with her own.

"Case?", she asked gently. "Honey, you've really gottta put something in your stomach. You haven't eaten in over 38 hours…"

Casey's eyes dropped to the bowl in front of her but her eyes remained unfocused.

"I…", her voice cracked as she tried to speak but it was as if her voice wasn't working properly.

"I'm just…", she tried again before shaking her head as if she was giving up.

Olivia pushed the dishes out of the way and moved over so she was sitting on the coffee table across from Casey.

"Casey listen to me.", Olivia said taking her hands, "I'm going to get you through this okay? Just don't give up on me, Case. Let me help you."

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"Look this is ridiculous.", Fin said exasperated throwing his pencil down on the desk. "We're wasting our time. We've looked at these tapes a million times. There's only one guy in jeans and a hoody and the only shot of him is him leaving the precinct."

Munch opened his mouth to reply but closed it again and looked up as he heard the squad room door open and close.

"Who said our guy was wearing the same thing when he came into the precinct…?", Munch said.

Fin looked up and followed Munch's gaze to the door where Elliot had just walked in wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Okay…", Fin began slowly, "so basically you just widened our search to a man who could be wearing anything. Perfect."

Fin pushed his chair back away from his desk and threw his arms up in the air. "We've got nothing."

"Then we keep looking until we do have something." Elliot said pulling up a chair. "I don't care how big the haystack is… I'm not giving up."

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"Try this." Olivia said gently as she handed Casey a glass of milk. "We can try something more substantial later when you feel up to it."

Casey accepted the glass and forced herself to drink some of the contents. Her hand shook slightly as she brought the glass to her lips. Her hands did that now; the shaking. She'd tried to stop it but she couldn't. It was just another sign to everyone else in the world that she was damaged.

She wanted it to stop. She wanted to show everyone that she was strong. Stronger than this.

But she wasn't strong. She had let herself be raped.

Casey vaguely became aware that someone was calling her name.

She looked over at Olivia. Olivia would have been strong. Olivia would have screamed and fought and gotten away.

"Casey?", Olivia said again.

Casey felt Olivia pull the glass from her hands and heard the glass being placed on the table. She looked down and noticed the spilled milk on her pants and the tears that were blurring her vision. She hadn't realized she was crying.

She felt Olivia's hand on her arm and then felt as the older woman pulled her into a hug.