A/N: Rachel's story had to be written somehow… this chapter is only the beginning of a conversation between her and Elliot and Olivia. They have a bigger role than I thought they would, but I still like it, and I still think the fic is more LOCI than SVU. Please Review… and again, if you want to give me any ideas as to how Bobby and Alex should get together be my guest.
"It's cold. We shouldn't have parked so far…" Elliot complained.
"Hey, you drove!"
"Yeah, I know…"
They were at the park looking for this girl who apparently was being abused. Long, dark brown hair, wavy… They'd been told she was wearing green pants, a black shirt and a black coat that reached her knees. It wasn't much, but if she was there she wouldn't be hard to spot on a cold winter day.
Elliot spotted the girl and pointed her out to Olivia, who was rubbing her hands together not to get colder. Together, they approached the girl and showed her their badges.
"Rachel Mitchells?"
"Detectives Stabler and Benson, Special Victims Unit… I can't believe my sister called you guys!" the girl said in an almost bitter tone.
"Umm, h-" Elliot started asking something, but he was interrupted by the girl.
"I just know. But really, my sister was the one who called you, wasn't she?"
"Yes, she was," Olivia answered.
Elliot just stared, beyond surprised.
"I'm Olivia. Do you want to tell us why she called us?"
"She just didn't believe me. I can't believe she trusts me this much - little."
"What do you mean?"
"Listen, you're wasting your time here… I'm sorry you had to come down here. I'm not being abused."
"Well, we're here already, so we might was well talk, okay?" Elliot said.
"Sure. Can we walk, maybe back to your car? We're going to freeze otherwise."
"Of course…"
The three of them walked as the detectives asked questions and Rachel talked.
"You're sister said she thought you were being abused by an older man…"
"My sister doesn't understand…"
"Is there an older man?"
"The man my sister is referring to, his name is Bobby, but he's never touched be, he never would… Bobby doesn't have much of a family; his mother is not mentally stable, his father was in the picture for a very very short time, and he and his brother don't exactly get along, he has a gambling addiction."
"So, this man, Bobby, how old is he?"
"Forty-four."
"And you're 18…"
"Yes."
"Okay, if you say he's never touched you, how come your sister called us?"
"I'm staying at his apartment and she thinks we're having sex. I tried to explain everything to her, but she just flipped out: she started rising her voice at me and I just didn't feel like fighting, so I told her I'd be here and that I'd have my cell on in case anybody needed anything. And it's not like Bobby and her don't get along, as far as I know they've never had any problems but I guess she doesn't trust him that much after all, and please, don't think she's a bitch or anything, she's not, she's just being overly-overprotective…"
"Care to explain to us what you were going to explain to her?" Elliot inquired.
