Elizabeth was sat on the couch after trying and failing to nap. She was quiet and withdrawn. Both scared and embarrassed by what had happened earlier that day. Liv had found a soccer game on the tv. It was never something she enjoyed watching but she knew that sport was often on in the Stabler household. Kathleen used to play soccer but she knew all the children watched it. Liv walked into her bedroom to make a call, keeping the door open in case Elizabeth needed her. "Hey George." Liv smiled into her phone

"Hi Liv, is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, it's about Elizabeth Stabler, George, she was raped and she's staying with me, she's really struggling, I was wondering if you could recommend any colleagues of yours who work with children."

"Elizabeth is 15 right?" George asked.

"Yes, she'll be starting high school this fall."

"The person who springs to mind is Karla Larson. We trained together, I'll text you her details, and have a think if I know anyone else. Karla is very good at what she does, she works specifically with teenagers. She works here in Manhattan." George said and gave Olivia Karla's contact details.

"Thanks George."

"Liv, how are you doing with this. Having Elizabeth staying with you must be a lot."

"I'm fine George."

"I know, but you know where I am if you want to talk."

"Thanks George. Bye"

"Bye Liv."

Olivia decided to ring Karla's office straight away. She knew Elizabeth needed help, and a soon as possible. She picked up her phone and dialled the number George had given her.

"Hello, Manhattan Adolescent mental health crisis centre"

"Hello, I'd like to make an appointment."

Liv was able to get an urgent appointment for Elizabeth the next day. For now she just needed to hope that she could get Elizabeth to eat something and even more so that the teen could get some rest. Liv warmed some cream of tomato soup on the stove for dinner and put some part baked bread in the oven, hoping the light dinner might be easier with Elizabeth's nausea.

"Elizabeth, dinners ready." Liv smiled walking towards the table. "I'm not really hungry Liv."

"It's just some soup, your mom will get mad at me if I don't get you to eat something at least." She smiled hoping to lighten the mood but also use a slight guilt trip. The fact was though that Lizzie needed to eat something. She did manage to sit at the table and at least have a few spoonfuls of soup. As she was eating she turned to Liv. "Olivia. I don't think I can do therapy."

"I know it's scary Elizabeth, but it will help you."

"It's not that Liv, I just remembered something..."

"About what happened?" Liv interrupted.

"Oh no not that. It was a month or so ago at home and I was doing some homework and I wanted a glass of water and a snack so I went down to the kitchen and I heard my parents talking. They weren't Arguing or anything, but they were talking about how much Kathleen's therapy costs, and how me might not be able to go on vacation this year because it costs so much. They won't be able to afford therapy for me too, I'll be okay. I'm not sick like Kathleen. I just need to get over it." Lizzie explained.

"Elizabeth, listen to me. Being raped is not something you can just 'get over' by forgetting it happened. I wish it was sweetie but it's not. I know that your parents will want to help you cope with what has happened and will pay for your therapy. Honey I will pay for it if I need to. But I think you're getting anxious over nothing. If it wasn't the expense of Kathleen's therapy to complain about it would be Eli's preschool, or Mo's college or Dickie's baseball."

Suddenly they heard a knock at the door. Elizabeth looked wide eyed at Liv Who went to answer the door curiously, she hadn't invited anyone over. "Hi Liv," came a recognisable voice, although she didn't even look at liv as she breezed over to her sister. "Lizzie-Love what's going on?"

"Kathleen." Her younger sister greeted as they embraced. Kathleen had always been the most animated and outgoing of the stabler children. She also didn't mince her words. Kathleen was also intuitive, especially about her baby sister, who she spent most of her teenage years spending a room with. "Mom said you were mugged, but then Mo told me what happened with Mark. Why didn't you tell me Liz?"

"Tell you what?" Elizabeth asked

"That you were raped." Kathleen said bluntly.

"I….I….wasn't" Lizzie replied voice shaking.

"C'mon Elizabeth. I might be bat-shit crazy but I'm not stupid" Kathleen replied. Olivia would usually stop her from using language like that and remind Kathleen that she was sick not crazy, knowing Elliot would be distraught to hear his daughter describe herself in that way, but she decided not too on this occasion. "You're all beat up, you wouldn't let Mark touch you, and you're staying with Liv. I know you Lizzie." Kathleen explained as the color drained from her sisters face. "I..didn't want you to know Katie."

"Can I give you a hug?" Kathleen asked and was answered with a small nod before she pulled her sister into her arms. Liv stood back watching the tender moment between the sisters. "Liv says I should go to therapy" Lizzie told her sister. "Liv's right." Kathleen replied. "What's it like?"

"A lot of talking, figuring stuff out. For me it's kind of helping me acknowledge my thoughts and feelings, rationalising them. Recognising any warning signs or triggers of episodes and developing strategies to cope with my symptoms and episodes. It's helped me a lot, along with my meds. It's helped me live a normal life. I guess since you've been raped it will be a bit different" Kathleen explained feeling her sister tense at the word raped. "Sorry. But it can still probably help you to talk through what happened" Kathleen reasoned.

"That's the problem!" Elizabeth felt tears prickle at her eyes. "I don't remember most of what happened!"