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Time and Secrets

Chapter 2: Frustrations and Thoughts

By: Nimmireth

Special Victims Unit: Interrogation

"Hey, Ross, how's it going?" Elliot said as he and Olivia entered the interrogation room. Elliot clapped him on the back and Ross cringed a little bit.

"I'm fine, Detective, how about you?" he said calmly.

"Oh, just great. Except there is just one problem," he told Ross, going back into cop mode. "A 23 year old woman had to go to the hospital today because she was raped."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Well, don't lots of people have to go to the hospital because they were attacked?"

"Oh, so you know a little something about this?" Olivia asked him.

"I'd like to think that I would. You see, my sister was raped a few years ago. She had to stay in the hospital for a really long time for DNA and all of these other weird tests."

"That's very sad, I'm sorry that happened to her. But you see, this woman at the hospital today, she gave us a description of the person who raped her. Guess what? The description looked exactly like you," Olivia told him.

He sighed. "Well, Detective Benson, I don't know what to say to you. All I can say is that I didn't rape anyone; I was at work most of the day. Before that I had gotten in a small car accident and had to go to the hospital and get looked at."

"I'll be sure to see if that's true," Olivia said. With that they both walked out of the room while Olivia took out her cell phone to make some calls.

Office of Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak

Casey sat at her desk, fingers entwined within each other on her chin. Her eyes had tears welled up in them, threatening to pour down her cheeks for a reason that only she knew. She wanted to forget, but it refused to leave her mind. It stood out clear in her mind, distracting her in every way possible.

"Excuse me, do you have the time?"

"Yeah, it's 9:45," she said checking her watch.

"You're late," he said, and with that pulled out a pocket knife and jabbed it into her abdomen.

Casey flinched as she recalled how painful it was to have the blade of his knife shoved into her. She lifted up the bottom of her shirt so that it was just underneath her chest. She had put a bandage around the wound but could still see the bruises surrounding the rest of her stomach area. She placed her hand on the bandage.

She groaned in pain and fell to the ground. He pushed her down the 15 foot hill surrounded by bushes and trees. She rolled all of the way down and he followed her. She took one of her feet and jammed it right into his eye.

She looked down at her now high-heeled shoes. Then she looked over in the corner where she hid her tennis shoes; the shoe had a small patch of blood on it.

He managed to get a hold on her legs and started stabbing and punching at her inner thighs. He then promptly flipped her skirt so that it was touching the edge of her neck. She could feel him moving her underwear slowly down her legs. That was when he punched her stomach and she flinched and groaned. She heard him unzip his pants. He was coming closer and closer to her.

Her phone rang. She jumped. "Novak, Sex Crimes," she answered in a timid voice.

"Hey, it's Fin, I was just wondering…" But she wasn't even listening to what he was saying; she had other things on her mind.

He kept on thrusting harder and harder inside of her. It hurt her so much. She even elbowed him in the ear to try and make him stop, but he kept on going, harder still.

"Casey!" Fin shouted.

"Wha-What?" She jumped.

"I said 'is that okay with you?"

"Is what okay with me?"

"Is it okay if we arrest the guy? Didn't Judge Davidson sign the warrant for his arrest?"

She thought hard to try and remember if he did. Finally it came to her after thinking about the man who raped her. "Yes, he did. Go arrest the son of a bitch," she said trying to sound normal.

"Okay, thanks."

"All right, bye Fin," she said and with that replaced the phone into the receiver. That was when she tried to get back to work, but then something else crossed her mind.

He finally stood up. "You should be on time," he told her and with that put his pants back on and just walked away. It took her a moment to realize what had just happened to her. She was laying there, in a wooded area, her bottom half completely exposed to the rest of the world. She sat up and looked down at the ground. What she saw made her think.

She looked at her briefcase and reached into one of the pockets. Out of the pocket she pulled a small, zip-lock, plastic bag. In it was a five inch long woodchip. About an inch of it was covered in the rapist's semen.

She put her underwear back on and raced up to the top of the hill. The idiot had left her briefcase there. She grabbed it and brought it down with her. On the way down she pulled out a plastic bag containing some baby carrots in case she got hungry. She poured them all out of the bag on the way down. When she got back to the scene of the crime, she picked up the end that was not covered in semen with her fingertips. She put it in the bag and zipped it up. She crammed it back into her briefcase and ran as fast as she possibly could.

She stared at the woodchip for what felt like forever. That's when her phone rang again. "Novak, Sex Crimes."

"We got him, Casey," Munch told her.

"Good job, John," she told him.

"Thanks. We'll let you know if we get anything else."

"All right. Thanks, John," and hung up. She went back to looking at the woodchip. It pissed her off so much. It was so random that it happened to her and she didn't know what she was going to do about it.

She crammed the bag back into her briefcase and the tears that were threatening to pour down her face finally did. She covered her face with her hands and let out slow and steady breaths as the tears came out.

Special Victims Unit

"How's your sister doing?" Elliot asked to try and kill time while his partner was on the phone.

"All right, considering the fact that she was raped. I always told her to watch out for guys, even if they just ask you for the time."

Elliot made the connection there; he remembered Amelia said that the man who raped her asked her for the time before she was attacked. "What do you mean? If some guy were to come out and ask you for the time he can just jump on you with a knife?" Elliot wondered aloud.

"Maybe," he responded.

That was when Olivia walked in. "Elliot," she called with some concern in her voice.

Elliot stood up and walked out of the interrogation room. "What's going on?"

She sighed. "The hospital confirms that he went there for some sort of injury to his eye. Alan confirms that he was on time and working the whole time."

"What? How is that possible? We've got him!"

"I know, but with Amelia dead and this new info we have some serious issues." She sighed. "For all we know, the rapist could still be out there, El. We have to find him."