She ran down the stairs to her car dialing Elliot's number as her heart pounded in her chest. "Stabler," Elliot said, his voice still full of sleep.
"Someone's attacking Georgie," she said, turning right at the next light.
"What," he asked, trying to comprehend what his partner was saying.
"I'm on my way to Georgie's," she said, "Meet me there." She hung up the phone, calling for backup before throwing her phone aside.
Elliot arrived at the dorm Georgie lived in just as Olivia came running, still in her pajamas and a sweatshirt. "What happened," he asked, following her up the steps.
"I got a call from Georgie," Olivia said, flashing her badge at the security guard before running up the stairs. "She said that someone was coming after her, then she screamed and the phone went dead." She ran up the stairs, bursting through the fourth floor door, gun in front of her. Student who had heard the commotion came out of their rooms, quickly ducking back inside when they saw the cops with their guns.
She saw a man burst through the door at the end of the hall and raised her gun. "NYPD," she shouted, running down the hall. The man didn't stop. He turned right, running down the stairs.
"I've got him. You check on Georgie," Elliot shouted. Olivia nodded and ran into the room he had burst out of, scanning the room for any sign of the teenager. She found her unconscious on the ground, blood seeping from a cut on her forehead. Her clothes lay in shreds around her. Broken glass scattered across the floor. She reached for her cell phone and immediately called for an ambulance.
"He got away," Elliot said, leaning against the door frame, breathing heavily. "How's she doing?"
"She's alive," Olivia said, brushing hair away from the girl's face. Georgie stirred, groaning as she opened her eyes.
"'Livia," she asked, her voice cracking.
"I'm here," Olivia said gently, "He's gone. Are you alright?"
"I think so," Georgie said, trying to push herself up.
"Lay still," Olivia said, running her hands over Georgie's hair, calming the girl. "Paramedics may need to do a rape kit."
"Was I…," her eyes shot up to Olivia's, who looked up at Elliot.
"They paramedics will be able to check," she said calmly. Georgie nodded, wrapping her hand around Olivia's. A minute later, they heard the sound of the paramedics coming up the stairs.
"We're in here," Elliot said, sticking his head out the door. The paramedics entered, spreading out around them. Olivia stayed next to Georgie while they tended to the cuts on her forehead and began to examine her.
"What happened," one of the paramedics asked, kneeling next to Georgie.
"I…I was attacked," she said, her voice chaking,"I don't remember much. I felt a pinch, then I passed out." Olivia watched as they shone a light in her eyes. The glassy look confirmed her story.
"You might want to do a rape kit," Olivia said. One of the paramedics nodded and Elliot waited in the hall while they completed the kit.
When he entered after speaking to the captain, Georgie was sitting up, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders while a paramedic stitched her forehead. Olivia sat next to her, her arm around Georgie's shoulder, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "I was sleeping," she explained to Olivia and the other officers that now filled the room. "I heard a crash and opened my eyes to see a man at the window. The door to my room was stuck…I couldn't open it. I tried to get in my closet and shut the door. That's where I called Olivia…Detective Benson. The next thing I remember, I was pulled out of the closet and…when I woke up, Olivia and her partner were here.."
"You don't remember anything else," Olivia asked.
"No," Georgie said, "I'm sorry." She looked down at her hands, a tear sliding down her cheek.
"Hey, it's not your fault," Olivia said, "None of this is your fault." She hugged Georgie closer, the teen resting her forehead against Olivia's neck.
"I shouldn't have come to you," Georgie said, shaking her head. "They know who I am."
"Yes, you should have," Olivia said, "We're going to help you. You just have to trust us. Can you do that?" Georgie nodded, hugging Olivia to her.
"I think we're done here," the paramedics said.
"I'll help finish with the scene, if you wanna get her outta here," Elliot said softly. Olivia nodded, helping Georgie stand up.
"Grab some clothes for a few days," Olivia said, "You can stay with me." Georgie nodded and began to gather some clothes.
"Will you be okay with her," Elliot asked, reaching out to touch her arm.
"Yeah," Olivia said, "I'll call you later to check up on things." She gave him a soft smile, then lead Georgie out of the room.
"Olivia, can I take a bath or something? I feel dirty," Georgie said, her voice quiet as they entered Olivia's apartment.
"Yeah," she said, "They've already done the kit. It's down the hallway, to the right." She waited until she heard the shower turned on before calling Elliot's cell phone.
"How's it looking," she asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"We just finished up here," he said. "How's Georgie?"
"Taking a shower," she said, "Find anything?"
"A knife and some cloth that was caught on the window shards," Elliot said, "It's already been taken and being dusted for prints."
"Great," she said, hearing the shower shut off, "Call me if you find anything. I'm going to go check on Georgie."
"Okay," he said, "Call me if you need anything."
"I will," she said, smiling softly then hanging up the phone.
She could feel his rough hands running down her legs, spreading her knees. His tongue thrust in her mouth as she fought against him. Hot tears ran down her face as her heart pounded on her chest. He held her head tight, forcing her eyes to open.
Georgie gasped for air, sitting up on the couch she had fallen asleep on. Sweat rolled down her face as she stood up, running for the bathroom.
Olivia woke up to the sound of Georgie throwing up in the bathroom. She got up and pushed the door open, kneeling to hold her long brown hair back as she was sick. Finally, she leaned back and Olivia flushed the toilet, rubbing the girl's back. "He had a tattoo, on his right arm," Georgie said, shaking as tears fell down her face.
"Who did," Olivia asked, handing her a cup with water.
"The guy who raped me," Georgie said. Olivia nodded and pulled Georgie to her, hugging her tight. The girl cried and shook, clutching to Olivia with everything she had left in her.
