"Good," said Elliot, "she's gone."

"What!"

"She's not breathing down our necks anymore, so we can do whatever we want." He moved closer to Olivia.

"Elliot!"

"She took you from me, the little devil. She changed you."

Olivia laughed. "You're jealous of the Wicked Witch of the West?" Before she could protest, Elliot took her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips.

"She corrupted you," he crooned, "changed you."

Olivia tried to break free, but Elliot was holding her too tightly. "For the better! And Elliot, she's not what you think she is…"

"See what I mean? She's brought you closer to your wicked side."

"Elliot, you're crazy! Have you snorted anything lately?"

"You're the one who's crazy for thinking that!" He tried to kiss her again, but Olivia took a page out of Elphaba's book; she slapped him hard on the cheek. He was so stunned that he let go.

"I can't believe you! You aren't like this with the victims I befriend in New York!"

"You've never put this much effort in with them before."

Olivia knew that he was right about that. She did try harder to gain Elphaba's trust then she did with anyone else. And she had been so close.

Elphaba didn't know where she was headed. She stared at the horizon as she walked as fast as her legs could carry her. Suddenly, she heard someone crying to her left. She stopped in her tracks and turned towards the sound.

There was a little girl sitting about ten feet away from where Elphaba was standing. Her strawberry-blonde hair was tousled every which way. She was sitting (as Elphaba herself had done so many times) curled into a tight ball, trying to fold into herself and disappear. She had her head on her knees and was crying softly. Moved with pity, Elphaba walked towards the girl.

"Hey," said Elphaba, stooping in front of the girl the way Olivia had stooped in front of Nessa, "what's your name?"

The girl looked up, and her eyes widened slightly when she saw Elphaba. "Marina," she said.

"How old are you, Marina?"

"Ten," she said, "but who are you?"

Elphaba smiled. "My name is Elphaba Thropp, and I'm almost sixteen years old."

"Lucky!"

"So," said Elphaba, determined to get to the point, "why were you crying?"

The girl's face turned stony. "Some guys came. Five of them." Elphaba drew in her breath. "I was out on an errand for Mommy, but they were convinced that I was being bad. And I wasn't being bad, Elphaba, I wasn't!"

"You can't believe a word they say, Marina," said Elphaba soothingly, holding out her arms. Marina scooted closer and Elphaba hugged her.

"So they took off my clothes, and they took off their clothes, and then did things to me while the others took pictures."

Elphaba stared at her, aghast. Did they do that to Nessa, too?

"Then they threw my clothes at me, put theirs back on, and just left!" She started sobbing into Elphaba's shoulder, which was fortunately covered.

"Sh…" Elphaba crooned. "It'll be ok, don't cry." Then, a name crossed her mind. "Olivia," she whispered. "Come on, Marina," she said kindly, "I can take you to people who can help you."

"Really?" asked Marina, her face brightening.

"Really," said Elphaba, then stood and held out her hand to Marina. She took it, and Elphaba held the poor girl's tiny hand as they walked back to where Elphaba had come from.

"Olivia! Get over here!"

Olivia, who had been writing the evidence in the sand with a stick, looked up to see Elphaba running towards her holding Marina's hand. "What the-"

"Stop running so fast, Elphie!" the little girl whined. "I'm tired!" Elphaba scooped the girl up in her arms and ran like that the rest of the way.

"What's wrong?" asked Olivia.

"We've got another victim," Elphaba said softly, then put Marina down. "Don't you ever make me do that again," she scolded, "you're way too big to be carried."

Olivia looked at Elphaba. "How'd you find her?"

Elphaba grinned. "You make it seem as if I've found some sort of rare endangered Animal! But I'll tell you. I sort of ran into her. Not literally."

Marina giggled. "Good thing, too. You would've squished me!"

"No I wouldn't!"

"Yes you would!"

"No I-"

"Jeez! You would think she's your little sister and not Nessa!" Olivia teased.

Elphaba glared at her.

"So, did they rape her, too?"

"I'm not sure," Elphaba admitted. "She said they quote, 'did things to her while the others took pictures,' unquote." She made air quotes with her fingers.

Olivia stared, horrified. "I have to tell Elliot," she murmured. Elphaba didn't protest, so Olivia went into one of the two tents.

"Who's she?" asked Marina, sitting down.

"That's my friend, Olivia Benson. She's trying to find some guys who did things to my little sister, Nessarose. I, at least, think that the guys who did that to you did the same thing to my sister."

"Welllllll…" said Marina thoughtfully, "I remember that they were brothers. And the oldest one, the one who did all the talking, his name was Kriss. And there was only one photographer. He looked like the only one who actually felt bad about what they were doing. I don't remember his name."

Elphaba sat next to her. "How many guys were there?"

"Five."

Elphaba stared at her. Then, as if on cue…

"WHAT!" Elliot roared, storming out of the tent.

'Olivia must've told him about Marina," Elphaba thought.

Elliot froze when he saw the strawberry-blonde sitting next to Elphaba. He walked over calmly and sat between the two girls. Elphaba simply got up and sat on the other side of Marina. "I'm Detective Stabler," said Elliot, "and Detective Benson told me that some scary things happened to you. Can you tell me about it?"

"Why don't you let her call you Elliot?" the green girl asked.

"Detective Stabler sounds more professional and businesslike," he retorted through gritted teeth.

"So she's just business to you?" exclaimed Elphaba, wrapping her arm around the girl's shoulder. Marina's bottom lip quivered.

"Shut up and let me do my job," muttered Elliot.

Elphaba shut up.

"Thank you. Olivia!" he hollered, and Olivia, who had been standing behind him, jumped. "I think we need to examine the little girl somewhere without distractions." He glanced meaningfully at Elphaba. Olivia nodded and took Marina's hand. She, Elliot, and Marina walked away.

Elphaba watched them go. She knew that if they hadn't left, they wouldn't accomplish anything. Still, she wished that they had stayed. She needed some company.

Luckily, she didn't have to look very far.