Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, but I had a hard time writing this chapter. Don't worry, though. Everything else should be a lot easier (and therefore, quicker!) Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Parts of dialog from Serena's statement taken from the first season episode "Bad Blood", which I tragically did not write as I am not on the writing team of SVU.

Chapter Two

The rest of the morning was a blur to Serena. She remembered waking up in some emergency room. At first, she thought she had just gotten wasted and passed out somewhere, but after a minute she remembered. She had been raped. Some man out there had knocked her out and did heaven knows what to her.

The nurse was nice to her. She said she could not imagine what Serena was going through and offered her help in any way possible. Serena thanked her, but said she wanted to get out. By that point, the police were in the hospital waiting to take her down to the station to get her official statement.

"Good morning, ma'am," the first detective said gently as he handed Serena a blanket. This particular morning was cool, and he did not know how she felt.

"Maybe for you," Serena said bitterly as she took the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just not myself right now."

The detective raised his hand slightly to cut her off. "It's completely understandable, ma'am," he told her. He then extended his hand to her as a form of introduction. "I'm Detective Lee Conklin," he told her. "I'll be working on your case."

"Serena Benson," Serena muttered back as she shook his hand. She then rubbed her eyes. The detectives guided her to their car and drove her to the station. It was not as daunting as Serena had pictured it. She could only hope that they would not blame her for any of this because she had a little beer. It was nothing she could not handle. Whoever did this would have been there regardless of whether or not she had been drinking.

Conklin's partner lead Serena to the interrogation room. "We'll be right with you," he promised her. "Would you like anything? Coffee, maybe?"

Serena shrugged. "Sure, that'd be nice," she admitted. "Just put a little bit of cream in it."

He nodded as he went to get her a cup. He and Conklin returned about three minutes later ready to take her statement. He handed her the cup. "Anything else?" he asked.

"Who are you?" Serena asked him. "I mean, what's your name? I don't think I know."

He smiled at her. "Don Cragen, miss." He was younger than the other detective. Serena seemed to like his personality better, but she thought the other detective had more experience. She trusted Conklin more.

She exhaled deeply. They asked for her name and address, so she told them. She assumed it was standard procedure. She started telling them what she remembered. "The campus library closed at midnight," she started. "I took the shortcut I always take. It was darker than usual. I was half way through when something hit me from behind."

Conklin looked up from his writing. "You were knocked unconscious?" he questioned her.

"Yes," Serena stated. "When I came to, I was on a landing below street levels. There was a man on top of me. It was…he pushed up my dress." This was embarrassing. She was talking to two men about what had happened to her. She did not want to remember it in the first place, but now she had to talk to men. She knew it would help solve the case, but she still felt uncomfortable. God how she wanted something to drink right now.

"Engaged in sexual intercourse?" Conklin asked her. Serena nodded. "Can you describe him?" he asked a second later. His pen was held in his hand for when she was ready to start talking.

"He had sideburns," Serena started. He did, didn't he? Yes, she was sure of it. There were definitely sideburns. "And I don't know. Everything looked distorted." She then rested her head against the table in front of her. She did not know how useful she would be. She just wanted to go home and throw up again. Then she would get some wine. She needed wine right now. Everything else around her was too painful.

Conklin nodded over at Cragen. Cragen then stopped recording her statement. "We'll be right back," he told Serena gently as he followed Conklin out of the room.

"Sounds like Carl Kudlak to me," Conklin said. "Same M.O. Around midnight, he goes out, knocks a pretty blond unconscious, takes her to a landing and rapes her."

Cragen nodded. "What'll you bet his wife will alibi him?" he asked back.

Several weeks later

Serena was called back to the station. At first, she thought it would be good news. They were able to catch the guy who did this to her, and all they needed her to do was make a positive identity. That would be easy. That would be nice.

No. That would just be too easy.

"Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry," Conklin started. "We thought we had the guy who did this, but he has a solid alibi. We can have you work with a sketch artist if you'd like…" he started.

Serena shook her head. "It wouldn't do any good," she said. "I don't remember much besides the sideburns. He pulled my dress over my head before I could see anything else." She frowned as she headed for the door. "I just want this whole mess behind me," she added.

She groaned in frustration after she left the station. On her way home, she realized that she never got her period. It was about six weeks after the rape. "Shit," Serena muttered softly. She would definitely need some wine. She did not care what the scientists were saying. No one had proved that alcohol was dangerous yet. Until they did, she would be allowed her wine.