A/N: Again, really graphic parts, will again be in Italics. Keep in mind, I don't like writing this stuff, so you must be asking, "Why are you then? You're a lousy writer and you're just upsetting people!" I know, but I had an idea in my mind, and I had to put the whole thing down, which is the best part of this website, I can put down my thoughts, people don't have to read, but I can get it out and tada!

Chapter 8:

"Her sister?" Casey asked, more shocked than Elliot and Olivia had been. They had just called her and told her to meet them at the station house for the bad news. Mary Ellen Palenti was sitting in an interrogation room fuming. "On video?"

"Over two hundred videos." Elliot said slightly angry. "Plus piles of kiddie porn. She's our perp."

"Yeah and the defense is gonna eat this up. You were supposed to arrest Isabella. Any decent defense attorney could argue unlawful arrest."

"You know," the newest member of the squad chided. "I am so sick and tired of you lawyers freaking out about what the defense is going to argue. If you're too afraid to face off against this, then maybe you should have picked a different job!" The others were stunned. Its true, many of the detectives have thought those exact words at least once in the last year alone. But none of them ever said it aloud.

"I'd like to see you do better," Casey said quietly and menacingly. It was the voice that said you really pissed her off. Cameron just smiled.

"Look over the warrant, it says if the police, in this case Elliot and Olivia, find anything "unlawful,"" she began purposely using the very word Casey used only moments ago. They all knew she normally wouldn't say unlawful, she preferred "illegal," and they barely knew her and could already tell. "They can make an arrest. But it never said a name. Its called a loophole." She went and sat slowly back at her desk. Casey seemed even angrier. Elliot was impressed. He didn't actually read a warrant, frankly he didn't understand them, but he doubted any of them did.

"Still I'd like a back up. Like a confession, or a complaining witness." She walked out back to the D.A's office to prepare for the flood of motions she's bound to get.

Cragen walked forward to the center of the crowd of people. "Fin, Olivia, talk to Mary Ellen, Elliot, you talk to Margo. Munch, Holiday, you get to watch the tapes." He started to walk back to his office.

"Cap!" Cameron yelled angrily.

"Fin and Olivia talk to Mary Ellen, Elliot talks to Margo!" He slammed the door to his office. Cameron jerked back angrily, causing more pain in her abdomen. Fin looked over at Olivia at each other, shrugged and walked into hte interrogation room. Elliot walked off to grab Margo.

Fin stepped in the room first. Mary Ellen was still fuming, her arms crossed in front of her. Olivia closed the door behind her. "I didn't hurt my sister."

"Videos say different." Olivia said amused.

"She molested me! Watch the videos."

"We did, you forced her to have sex with you when she was nine." Liv leaned down and stared right in Mary Ellen's eyes. She just smiled.

"Am I supposed to be scared?"

"You bet your ass." Fin interrupted. "We got over two hundred videos."

"And we got the rape." Olivia whispered. Mary Ellen turned back to her.

"I didn't rape her. Ask her, she'll tell you."

"You terrified her so much she's willing to lie for you. But it doesn't matter, those tapes'll send you away for a very long time." Mary Ellen jerked to her feet, and before Olivia could react, pinned her against the wall by her throat.

"I could kill you right here," Fin grabbed her and pulled her away, she struggled hard against him. "And who would care? Who actually gives a damn about you!" she started shrieking. "Get off me! Get off me! Get the hell off you n----r! Get off! Whore! You're nothing but a dirty whore!" He pushed her down in her chair. She tried to stand again. Fin pushed his face an inch from hers.

"Sit your ass down!" She glared, but obeyed.

"I'd like to call my lawyer now." She sneered. Fin clenched his fist. He wanted nothing more than just slap this girl across the face. How can she sit here, after everything she did and blame her sister? That girl has been through enough. He pushed himself up and left the room, Olivia closely followed.

Elliot led Margo into an interrogation room. At the door he was stopped by someone calling his name. He turned to see the rookie standing roughly in another doorway. She held a tape in her hand.

"What do you need?" he asked casually. She stepped closer to him and handed him the tape. "What's this for?"

"In case she doesn't want to talk. I'm betting she's going to deny it."

"Well thank-you, but I know what I'm doing." He handed her the tape back. He turned to walk away, but Cameron grabbed his shoulder. He sighed turning back to face her, her eyes were flaming.

"Elliot, she's been hiding this secret for years. She's been denying it ever happened this entire case, you think she'll say something now. She probably doesn't even know how to talk about it."

"So you want me to show her a tape of her abuse?" Elliot asked incredulously.

"It'll get her to talk. She needs a push before she'll spill. Trust me."

"Trust you? Cameron this is your third case here. And you're giving me advice how to handle a rape victim? How the hell do you know anything about this?"

Cameron looked like she was fighting something for a moment. A part of her just wanted to confess everything. Instead she looked him square in the eye, tears threatening to fall.

"Fine, but lets see who's right." She pushed the tape back into his hands and ran out of the squad room. Elliot felt a twinge of guilt. Something obviously upset her. Unfortunately he had no idea what. But he couldn't just stand around and question what it was. He flipped the tape over in his hands a few times, contemplating bringing in with him. If he showed this tape to Margo, he could bet he'd start crying again. And he wasn't exactly comfortable crying in front of a victim.

Let alone her.

John was right. He did care about her. Very deeply. But what scared him, was that he didn't know the extent of his own feelings. Everything was always so blunt for him. He knew what he felt for everyone and everything. So why were things different now? Why was this so hard to figure out. At times, this girl was exactly like his daughters, all rolled into one. But then at times, he cared about her like he cared about Kathy. Margo is just a girl, he kept telling himself. A rape victim. Who suffered her entire life. And yet she still managed to be strong. He tried to convince himself that's all it was.

So far it wasn't working.

Elliot decided to use the tape. He turned the knob to the interrogation room. Margo was sitting at the table with her head in her hands.

Cameron stormed into the bathroom so quickly the tile cracked behind the heavy door. She ran into the first stall and vomited her heart out. Her throat closed off as everything spilled out. Her esophagus burned. But finally it all came to an end. She sat back on the floor and cried. She slammed her head against the wall of the stall, trying to force the memories out of her head. The memory of her rape...

She was only thirteen at the time, why did it have to happen? She didn't do anything wrong. She was walking home from school when suddenly she was being pulled into an alley, and had some sort of cloth pushed over her mouth and nose. She blacked out, the next thing she remembers is being handcuffed to a bed in a dark cluttered storage locker. When a man walked up to her. She couldn't see his face well but it didn't mean she couldn't see it.

Cameron sat on the tiles remembering how a complete stranger forcibly took her virginity. Remembering the excruciating pain she felt in her entire body. She remembered how he pushed a needle in her arm, how he kept her handcuffed to that bed for twenty-nine days. And of course, his last promise to her.

"I'll find you, I promise."

Those words haunted Cameron to this day. She had eight locks on her front door at home, including a combination lock. She freaked when a lock broke on her window. Her security system was linked directly to the Missing Persons Unit, thanks to an ex boyfriend. She was more paranoid than half the people at Bellevue.

She didn't know if she could do this job. In the short time she was at Special Victims an eight year old girl was raped, exploited, kidnaped and imprisoned in a hole in the wall, she herself was shot and nearly killed, and now she's being forced to watch over two hundred video recorded tapes of a girl's continued rape. As much as she hated it, she thought about herself during every incidence, especially after watching the first tape. Because she's been there. She knows the true pain of what a rape feels like. While her colleagues see this pain, are hurt by it, sympathize with the victims, they don't know what they're feeling. Cameron did. Which granted, could come in handy in this line of work, it was also hell on a person. She may not look that old now, but working here for too long and her childhood features will disappear under stress lines and gray hairs.

She sighed, then wiped away the tears. She had work to do, and she wasn't being paid to sit around crying about her problems. She checked her make-up before she went back into the squad room.

Elliot was getting nowhere with Margo. She kept denying any sort of abuse she got from her sister. "Margo, I can't help you if you won't talk to me," Elliot tried one more time, circling the room.

"I told you I don't want your help! I was never abused. My sister never abused me, my mother never abused me, why are you so intent on this?" Elliot paused. He knew he had to show her the tape. It didn't mean he was looking forward to it. He had no idea what would be on this tape. He just knew that it was Margo getting raped by Mary Ellen.

"Never?" He asked, preparing for the tape. Margo shook her head.

"Never!" Elliot nodded. He crossed the room to the small old television on a cart. Underneath it was a simple tape player. Elliot slid in the tape, turned the tv on and stepped back as the tape started.

Mary Ellen looked much older than the thirteen year old girl in the first tape, the gap was missing from her teeth. Her hair was a light brown now, and it was straightened and layered around her face. She looked even more beautiful than before.

"Well, its Mary Ellen folks! Can you believe it, I'm nineteen! I know I know, 'happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!'" she sang. "Well, I got some great gifts this year, but there's one gift I didn't get, and that's from my sweet little sister, who's grown to become a stunning beauty for someone so young. And the best part? She looks nothing like me, 'cause if she did, well that'd be creepy! But I'm getting ahead of myself. Shall we pay Margo a visit?" She wriggled her eyebrows again, just as she had on the first tape. She swung the camera around to reveal that she was standing in front of Margo's room. She quietly pushed the door open and stepped up to the bed. Margo lay wrapped tightly in her blankets. Mary Ellen pulled the blankets off. Margo was fully dressed. She set the camera down on the night stand, and started taking Margo's jeans off. She pulled off her panties, and still the girl didn't move. The younger Mary Ellen would have grown impatient and smacked her by now, but over the years she became calmer. She put her hands on either side of Margo's head and started licking her neck. Then she grabbed her hands and handcuffed them to the bedframe with fuzzy handcuffs.

Margo finally woke up when Mary Ellen bit down on her ear lobe. Instantly she knew what was about to happen. She began to struggle, but her arms were stuck behind her head. "No!" she yelled. Mary Ellen laughed. She forced Margo's leg's apart and force her index and middle fingers in. Margo let out a small yelp. She tried pulling herself off her sister, but the further north she moved, her sister just kept moving with her. Finally, Mary Ellen grew bored and jerked her ring finger in. Margo shrieked. It hurt so much. No matter what Mary Ellen did, it was still painful.

"Get off! Get off get off get off GET OFF!" She yelled.

"I am," Mary Ellen responded jokingly. Finally she pulled her fingers out. Margo's body tensed even more, she knew full well what Mary Ellen was about to do. May quickly pulled her underwear off, but decided to leave her skirt on. She turned around and sat on Margo's face.

"Come on baby sister, you know what I want." Margo started crying, but nevertheless opened her mouth and started doing what she had grown used to. The smell burned her eyes, so she shut them tighter, trying to think some sort of happy thought. She thought about school. She had an art project due. She liked art, she was good at it. But most of her drawings outside of class were all about the constant torture she went through at home. But those were kept private, not even her closest friends had seen those. She planned to keep it that way.

Mary Ellen pushed her three fingers back inside their previous home. Margo panicked and bit down on Mary Ellen's protruding spot. She screamed and scratched Margo's vaginal tube. Margo wailed in pain. Mary Ellen kept at her job, despite her hand was being coated with blood. Margo knew she was expected to finish. She tried to be done as quick as possible but still her sister took an incredibly long time. Finally, Mary Ellen's breathing became quick and she ejaculated all over Margo's face. She coughed up anything that fell in her mouth. Mary Ellen got up and pulled her underwear back on. Suddenly, the girls heard a crash coming from down the hall. Mary Ellen ran out quickly, forgetting all about the camera.

Margo lay in bed another moment, wiping her face off. Then she jerked up and pulled her clothes back on. She pulled her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth sobbing. She could feel a scream coming, so she grabbed her pillow and pushed it against her face. It smelled like Mary Ellen. Margo let out a loud agonizing shriek. The scream helped a little. She felt sore. She felt betrayed. Her own sister, the very person she should be able to rely on was hurting her the most. She did it like it was nothing. And after all that, she expected to go shopping together or hang out, as if nothing had happened at all? Was she out of her mind? She threw the pillow across the room. Then she remembered, the camera is still on.

She grabbed the camera off the night stand and quickly pushed the on/off button. The screen went static.

Elliot watched Margo the entire time. This wasn't the first time he confronted a victim with a video tape, their responses were usually refusing to watch the tape, crying, yelling, something. But Margo just sat quietly watching the tape, the tears silently streaming down her cheeks. She didn't even notice when Casey walked in.

"I know this is hard," she said. Margo's head still didn't move. "But you have to talk about what your sister did."

"What do you want from me?" Margo said quietly. Elliot wasn't quite sure if she actually heard what Casey said.

"Testify against your sister in open court." Margo contemplated for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Your sister raped you didn't she?" Elliot asked.

"Yes," Margo said, sitting on the witness stand at trial.

"What exactly did she do?" Casey asked sympathetically.

"She came to my apartment, when I opened the door, she punched me, hard, in the face. I blacked out. When I came to, I was in the stairwell. It smells and its dirty, most people don't use it. Um, I was handcuffed to the railing, as I got older, Mary realized I was getting stronger than her, so she started tying me down, rather than just holding me down."

"What happened next?"

Margo sighed before finishing. "She pulled out a purple," she paused, she didn't know what to say at this. "Plastic penis, and raped me with it." She wiped away the tears. "When she was done, she kissed me on my forehead, then pushed the penis in my mouth and plugged my nose. I couldn't breathe and ended up passing out. When I came to again, I was on the stoop, naked."

"Thank-you, nothing further." Casey sat back down at her usual seat. Mary Ellen's attorney, a public defender, stood up and walked right up to Margo.

"You told the police you didn't remember what happened that night."

"I was lying."

"How do we know you're not lying now?"

"Why would I?"

"Did you get along with Mary Ellen?"

"No."

"And why not? Because she was four years older than you?"

"Because she molested me since before I could walk!"

"Objection your honor, we are not here to discuss the witnesses younger years, just the past five years."

"Sustained, the jury willdisregard the last statement," Judge Petrovsky said, though obviously not happy. The public defender smiled.

"How did you get along with your mother?"

"Objection!" Casey yelled. "Relevance?"

"I'm getting to that your Honor."

"Make it fast. The witness will answer."

"Not well. She favored Mary Ellen over me." Margo said quietly.

"Did she ever abuse Mary Ellen?"

"Only me." Margo said, and instantly regretted it. The public defender turned to her.

"Your mother abused you?" She rushed.

"No that's not what I-"

"Was your mother the one that molested you?"

"No, Mary did!"

"So your mother never helped? Did she know what was going on?"

"Yes," Margo answered truthfully. She clenched her hands together tightly. Isabella sat behind Mary Ellen, her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Do you blame your mother?"

"Yes."

"You blame your mother for you being molested, so this is her fault?"

"Yes!"

"Not Mary Ellen's."

"No, I mean-"

"Which is it, Ms. Palenti? Do you blame your mother or your sister?"

"Mary Ellen's sick, everyone knows that!"

"Who do you blame!" She stood up to the stand and put her hands on the board in front.

"MY MOTHER!" Margo yelled quickly.

"Margo!" Isabella jumped out of her seat and started yelling in Italian. Everyone else started murmuring different things. Judge Petrovsky smacked her desk calling for order, soon everyone had quieted except for Isabella.

"Mrs. Palenti sit down or I'll hold you in contempt of court!"

"How dare you say such things! I never did anything wrong! All I ever did was love you!" Margo laughed at the idea. Petrovsky continued to try to get Isabella's attention. "You betrayed me! How could you, your own mother!"

"You betrayed me!" Margo finally snapped and started yelling at her mother. "All my life you helped Mary Ellen do whatever the hell she wanted! Including hurt me! You showed her what to do, you made the movies, you bought the damn tapes! You held the camera!"

Yey! Chapter 8 completed! I told you there'd be a video, and a trial. That one was longer than my last chapters. And I'm happy with it. I hope you are too! R&R, I'm sensing that people aren't reading this, and I gotta say it hurts. Please please read AND review. I could use the ego boost. Take care!

Bob