Olivia sat in the dark hospital room watching Amelia sleep. Too many thoughts were running through her head. She was disturbed and equally ticked off at the information Mrs. Leverson had just given her. What right did that man, the man who raped her mother, have to know anything about her. If her mother had died while she was still a child, would she have suffered the same fate as Amelia? She felt nothing for this man, nothing, but contempt. She was building the wrath inside her. It was not until she felt her nails cutting into the palm that she came back to reality. Now, her reality consisted of a psycho father who had been stalking her her whole life and a half-sister lying in a hospital bed because him. Her reality included a mother who had been an alcoholic also because of this man. "Well," Olivia thought, "Amelia and I have more in common than disturbing genes…we both grew up in hell."

Just then, Amelia began to stir. She blinked her eyes to focus in the darkened room as she tried to make out the figure sitting next to her. A couple of seconds later she realized it was the same figure whose pictures were plastered on the wall of the back room in the apartment. The figure she was always being compared with. She remembered the many times her father had told her she was scum compared to Olivia. She had tried to hate Olivia. But she was smart enough to know that none of this was Olivia's fault. That Olivia didn't even know what she had to live through. While she suffered the many beatings, she had always hoped that Olivia, the great cop, the hero, would come to save her.

"Hey," Amelia said.

"Hi."

"You have finally come to save me. I always hoped you would."

"I want to shoot him," Olivia said.

"Is that all?" Amelia asked and they both laughed.

After a somewhat awkward silence, Olivia spoke up, "I really don't know what to do from here. This is somewhat of a disturbing shock for me."

"Yea," Amelia sighed. "You know," she said as she propped herself up on her side. "When I was little, I used to imagine that you would come save me and you would whisk me away and we would get fudge swirl ice cream and everything would be okay."

"I had similar fantasies…but when I was really little, it was a flying unicorn who took me to a magic land beyond the clouds. The clouds would really be cotton candy and I would get to live with a family that would take me to the zoo anytime I wanted to so I could see the penguins."

"Funny what we wish for just to get through the beatings," Amelia sighed.

"We'll need your statement, but I'll have to have my partner take it. I can no longer work on this case."

"Your partner is really cute," Amelia giggled.

"He's not bad looking," Olivia said with a smile. She stood up. "I'm going to let you rest while I go talk to my partner. I'll send him in a bit."

"Olivia," she turned in the doorway. "Would you come back and visit me?"

She nodded, and as she walked out the door, she made a mental note to bring fudge swirl ice cream the next time.

"Hey, El."

"Hey, Liv. Cragen just told me that you're off the case."

"Yea, I figured as much."

Just then Elliot's cell rang. "Stabler. Yea, she's right here…but we haven't gotten the vic's statement yet…but…but I thought Liv was off the case. Alright, we'll be right there." Elliot hung up the phone. "That was strange. Cragen wants us back at the house now."

"But we really haven't gotten Amelia's statement yet."

Fin and Munch walked up just then.

"We'll get it. Something's come up, you guys gotta go." Fin said.