The two detectives sat back at the squadroom looking at their list of girls in the therapy group.
"Ok, so out of the nine girls how many take Rittalin?" Fin asked. Liv skimmed it.
"There's Jamie, Ashley, Heather, and one other girl named Alex." She replied.
"I'll call the lab doing the rape kit and see if we can get a match. Then I'll head back to see Ashley. Meanwhile, why don't you go see Alex." He told her.
"Alright. I'll see you later" she said.
Alex's House
"Are you Alex Brady?" Benson asked the 14 year old who answered the door. She flashed her badge.
"Uh..uhhh yeah." Alex said. "Come in." With that kind of response, Benson was a little more convinced that this could be the girl. She entered the home.
"Why don't you sit down?" Olivia suggested. The teen looked uncomfortable. She sat crossing her legs, slightly squirming around. "You alright?" the detective asked her.
"Y-y-yeah. I'm fine." she said.
"Ok, do you know this girl?" Benson questioned, holding up a picture of Jamie on the autopsy table.
Alex's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh. It's Jamie! What happened to her?" she asked in disbelief. She squirmed a bit more.
" I was hoping you may be able to tell me." Detective Benson told her.
The girl looked at her with even more shock. "You think I did that? No! I swear! I didn't." she cried.
"Are you sure? Because there were traces of Rittalin in the blood we found on her shirt. You take Rittalin, don't you?" she pushed Alex harder.
"No! I-I mean yes...but I swear to you, I didn't do it! Please, you have to believe me!" she said, tears in her eyes. She was wiggling like a worm now. "What can I do to prove it?" she begged.
"All I need is a DNA sample." Olivia told her.
"Fine."
"We need to do this down at the station." the detective replied.
"Wh-what? Wait. Why can't we do it right here?"
"We need a blood sample." she informed her. Alex sighed. Tears came down her face.
"Ok, but can we hurry up?" she finaly gave in.
"What's the rush, Alex?" Benson said in an accusing voice.
"I just want to get it over with." she answered. Olivia nodded.
"Let's go." The girl remained in her seat. "Come on, Alex. Let's go." she ordered her, sternly.
Reluctantly, Alex stood up. She gasped with horror when she looked at her seat. A big red stain was soaked in the middle, and another was soaked into her pants.
"Oh shoot." she screamed in a whisper. She avioded eye contact with Benson.
"Where are some towels?" Olivia asked her.
"I... I-I mean, they're in the hallway closet." she said, hiding her face in her hands. Benson walked over to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Why don't you go get changed. I'll try and clean it up." Alex accepted the offer and ran to her room.
When she finished with the couch, the detective went in the direction Alex had run. While stepping lightly, she heard faint crying. Olivia knocked on the door. "Alex?"
"What?" she shouted from behind the door.
"Sweetheart, can I come in?" The lock on the door clicked, and Alex opened the door. Red streaks took the path of her tears. "The couch is clean. No one would ever know what happened."
"Thanks" the girl sniffled. She sat on her bed, back towards the detective. "I guess you got your blood sample." she joked.
"Yes, well, unfortunently, menstral blood usualy isn't accepted." Olivia smiled sympatheticly. The girl sighed. "Honey, there's nothing you need to be embarrassed about." There was a moment of silence. Finaly, Olivia spoke again. "I'll tell you a secret. Same type of thing happened to me once durring an interrogation with a criminal."
Alex turned around. "Really?"
"Mmm hmm." Benson nodded.
"What'd you do?"
"Well, there was not much to do. Sure, I suffered some embarrassment in front of the guy. But you know what? I decided that it didn't really matter what he thought. Most guys don't understand it anyway. Instead of letting it make me feel embarrassed, I let it show him how proud I was just to be a woman. It's something a man will never get to expirience."
"Lucky them" Alex retorted.
Not done with this chapter yet.