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"Anymore updates on the little girl?" Captain Cragen stood with his hands in his pockets looking down at Elliot.
"Hospital called, CAT scan was fine. Though she still hasn't woken up. Doc says she'll call soon as she does."
Cragen nodded, "hmm. John, Fin. You get in touch with children's, scan the missing persons, see if you can't find who this girl is."
"We got finger prints yet? Might make the job easier." Fin laid the vanila envelope he was holding on the corner of desk.
"If the parents showed up to safety week." Jon seemed more than a little skeptical.
Olivia pulled out a file from a stack on her desk. "This everything, prints included." Olivia handed the file over to Fin's outstretched hand.
"Allright, you two head down to Warner's see if she's found anything yet." Cragen motioned toward Elliot and Stabler.
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"The girl's lucky."
"How do you figure that?" Elliot stepped to side as Warner walked past him toward the table.
"Sorry," Warner picked up a slender evidence tube. "She lost a lot of blood. Much more and she wouldn't ever wake up."
"It had to be a violent rape. He had to cause major damage to her internally. She couldn't bleed so much simply from a torn hymen, right?" Oliva tilted her head as vocalized her musings.
"Right." Warner handed the tube to the two detectives. "This was found on the lining of her uterus wall."
Elliot shifted the tube in his hands. "A hair?" Olivia asked, reaching over to hold the tube up to the light.
"Close." Warner smirked and reached for a couple of papers resting on the desk. "A thinly spun bit of low quility petrolum based plastic."
"Wig hair? This is atleast five inches. Did he-? I mean- why would he put a wig inside her?" Elliot stared at the hair in disbelief.
"Threw me for a loop at first to. I mean in this job you just about see everything but that would have definitly been a new one. So I started checking the facts." Warner handed the papers to Elliot. "The 'hair' is one tenth a milimeter in diameter and it's five and half inches actually. Like I said it's petrolum based. A simple chemical dye for the blonde effect. But I still couldn't figure it out. That was until I saw these." Warner tapped a group of pictures that she had handed to Elliot with all of the other papers.
"What are we looking at?" Olivia reached over tilting the corner of the pictures up slightly to remove the glare from the over head lights.
"That," Warner took the tube back sitting it on the table. "Is the girl's vaginal lining. See all those little scratches? They're what caused all the bleeding. Not to much in the way of damage, she should heal fine. There were just so many was the problem."
"Okay," Elliot lowered his hands to the side. "You lost me. What made the scratches, and how does that link up to the wig hair?"
"Olivia?"
"Hmm?" Olivia raised her eyebrows in response as she looked at the M.E.
Warner leaned back against the table, crossing her arms in front of chest. "Let me ask you. What was your favorite toy when you where a kid?"
"Wha?" Olivia seemed confused. "I don't know. Dolls I gue.." Her voice dropped. Her eyes grew large in realization.
"Wait. You mean.." Elliot reached for the hair again. "This is like some Barbie's hair? But how could a doll make those scratches?"
"The plastic used for the bodies is compressed to make certain features on a Barbie. Like the nose, feet, and most notable, the hands. The plastic isn't as thick but it's denser. Making it a lot harder."
"But could a plastic toy really do this?" Olivia seemed doubtful.
"Most Barbies have rings made of hard plastic attached to hands. The hands themselves are slender, most a little rough on seam. So, if the rape was forceful and violent enough, I'd say yes. I think this girl proves it."
"Well that does explain the hair." Elliot sat the hair down, eyeing his partner from the corner of his vision.
"Anything else you can tell us?" Olivia turned her attention back to Warner.
"Well," Warner seemed to pause for a moment. "They didn't find any trace of semen when they preformed the rape kit. Even if the perp wore a condem they should still have found traces of lubricant or spermacide, but neither was detected. Maybe he just used the doll, but still..." Warner shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't heard of many pedophiles that would be content with just that. So I wouldn't rule out the remote possiablity, if nothing else, that your perp might be a woman."
"Aren't many woman pedo's out there." Elliot turned to Olivia.
Olivia considered for a moment. "Well maybe it was a punishment. Some kind of a religous eye for an eye."
"Kid won't stop bleeding, grannie gets scared. She knows she can't answer how it happened. So she ditches the kid infront of the ER. It's possiable." Elliot layed the papers back on the table top.
Warner stepped forward bringing her hands back to her sides. "Regardless the doll should have soaked up a good amount of blood. You find it and I can get a match for the victim."
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"Guess what, we found her." Olivia and Elliot turned to look at John as they stepped into the room.
"Turns out her parents did go to safety week." Fin glanced at Munch as he handed a slim file to Elliot. "Name's Mary Ann Porter. Mom was out for a stroll with baby, she turned when an old friend saw her and called out. Turn back, Mary Ann is long gone."
"You mean she was still there holding on to the stroller? That takes some balls." Olivia opened the report.
"That's not all. This all happened over 11 months ago. She was just a year old at the time." John sat down in his chair.
"Wait. If he had her for nearly a year, why would he suddenly dump her. If he's a collector it doesn't make any sense." Elliot thumbed through the file.
"In any case did you get a hold of the parents yet?" Olivia stepped forward to the center of the group.
"Yeah, they're on their way down to hospital now. Captain wants you two to meet them there." John motioned toward the door.
Elliot and Olivia headed toward the door. Elliot was reaching out when he heard a phone ring.
Olivia fished her cell phone out of her pocket. She kept her pace as she put it to her ear. "Detective Benson." Olivia suddenly stopped half way through the door. "What?" She creased her eyebrows as she listened to the other person on the line. "We're headed down there now. Parents shouldn't be to far behind." Olivia ended the call. As she stuffed the phone back into her coat pocket, she said, "Mary Ann is awake." She eyed the others strangely. "She keeps asking for her 'oniichan?'" The group began once again to head toward the garage.
"What the heck's a oniichan?" Fin tilted his head to the side. "Some kinda toy or something?"
Elliot began to shrug as John answered suddenly. "It's Japanese." The others looked at him in confusion. "It means big brother." The others still seemed skeptical. "Trust me, I know this."
Fin shook his head, "Naw, Mary Ann is an only child, so how much you wanna bet 'big bro' is our perp?"
Elliot nodded slowly."So is our guy asian?"
"Or some one with a fetish." John opened the divers side door.
"Atleast now we have something to go on" Olivia commented as she climbed into her and Elliot's car. "We'll have to see what else she has to say about 'her oniichan'."
"Right," Fin shut the door. Reaching over for his seat belt as John started the car. "Hey?"
"Yeah" John put the car in drive and began to pull forward.
"Where did you learn Japanese?"
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