"Hey Grey, you see this?" Sonny asks me when I walk into the station one morning a few days later.
"This time, she's accused of leaving the scene of an accident." I go over to the television screen, catching the announcer talk about a famous actress. I shake my head "what's with these girls? Child stars at nine, sexual icons at 15, flame-outs by 20."
"Yeah, I know about this." Amanda comes over to us. "Tensley Evans, Nick told me, he caught the case."
"Nick? That guy's a disaster magnet." Sonny stands up and says to us.
Amanda stares at him, simply stating "I liked you better with the 'stache."
Sonny feels his face where his mustache used to be and looks to me with a sort of shrug. I shake my head disagreeing with her "oh no, you're way better off without it." I simply put it, actually admiring his face.
"Grey, Carisi get ready. Tensley is coming in with her lawyer." Benson calls out to us from her office.
We eye each other with an eye brow raise and prepare for the interview. She arrives dolled up with her lawyer and mother, ready for blood. We sit down in the room outside Benson's office and Sonny starts the conversation off easy "my nieces are huge fans of yours."
"You want an autograph?" The girl asks with an eye roll, rolling some hair between her fingers.
"You need a glass of water before we get started?" I ask her, moving along.
"How about a mimosa?" She asks with a snarky smile.
"Miss Evans, your here accusing someone of a serious offense. You can go to prison for everything that happened." I explain to her as simply as I can.
Her mother quickly jumps in "my daughter does not deserve to go to prison, she needs help."
Sonny continues off her statement "well, she was getting help. Which didn't actually seem to help."
"These are serious charges. Drunk driving, fleeing the scene, falsely accusing a police officer." I read off the list to them.
Tensley returns "why does everyone automatically assume I'm lying?"
"Because you are. You ever heard of Dash cam footage?" Sonny calls her bluff.
Tensley's eye open a bite wider and she pushes her lips together "Um..."
Her lawyer knows now to get a say in "all right, all right, my client was in an agitated state. Maybe she misinterpreted the officer's actions."
Her mom argues him "if Tensley says someone assaulted her, someone assaulted her!"
Her lawyer argues "Donna, Donna! Stop."
Tensley's breathing picks up "hey, mom, I don't feel well."
She quickly gets up and goes to her daughter, rubbing her hand down her back "breathe, baby, breathe. Breathe. Remember. She needs some water for her Xanax. Please, somebody!"
I nod to Sonny who comments "why don't you come with me, Mrs. Evans. I'm sure we can find a clean glass."
"Marvin!" She demands to her left.
"We'll be fine, Donna." He assures her.
She disagrees "I am not just her mother, I am her court-appointed-"
Tensley interrupts her "mom. Mom, mom, mom, guardian. Mom, it's not my nerves, it's my blood sugar, okay? I need a power bar.
She looks to her daughter, sighing reluctantly and Sonny gets up "all right. Okay, sweetie. All right, I'll go." The two of them leave the room and the three of us are left.
"Tensley," I start off "the night of the crash, you left rehab without notifying anybody."
She hesitates, looking down at her hands "I had to get out of there."
"But part of your probation is 60 days in rehab, mandatory. You can't just decide to leave on your own." I remind her.
"I can't. I can't go back, please." She looks generally upset "you don't understand."
"What, Tensley? What don't we understand?" The lawyer asks, wanting to know what we're missing.
She shakes her head "doesn't matter. Whatever I say, he'll just twist it around." She looks between the two of us.
"Who's "he"?" I push her more.
"I can't say. Please, don't make me say." She almost begs.
I shake my head answering her "we can't help you if you don't say."
"The psych director. Jim Durant. But he'll just deny it." She tells us.
"Deny what?" I ask lowly.
"At first he was really nice. He listened to me, and he even let me lay down on his couch in his office whenever I was overwhelmed, but... I should've known what he wanted. By now, I should know how all men are." She opens up.
"Got it." I say back to her, letting her know I understand.
Her lawyer sits up a bit in his chair "so, as you can see here, she's a victim." He looks at me, as if I'm going to believe every word she just said.
I open my mouth but stop before saying something too quickly. I slowly say back to them "alright, we'll go from here and look into Jim Durant. Okay? I ask, looking to the mirror for Benson's call to come out. She gives me the knock and Tensley's lawyer nods agreeing to what I offered. "Thank you." I whisper out as I stand up and leave then leave the room.
"What'd you get out of her?" Sonny asks once the mom goes back into the room.
I go over to say it lowly, not wanting to draw more attention to the girl "she's saying her therapist took advantage of their relationship."
"You believe her?" He asks me.
I shrug my right shoulder "maybe." I look to my side before looking back to him "I mean, you can't turn out to be that messed up without some kind of bad background. I just don't know if it happened as recent as she's saying."
"Well, let's see what Benson wants to do." He says and we walk towards her office.
She's standing, getting ready to leave the office with Amanda on her heels "Carisi, you'r with Rollins on the doctor. Tread lightly, he's a well respected." She goes off leaving the three of us behind.
Amanda turns back to us "let's go." She says to him with a sour grin "I'll drive."
A few hours later my phone rings with a call from Amanda "what's up?" I ask when I answer the call.
"We got some new information. We need you to get Nick and go interview some kid. I'll text you the details." She says trying to hang up the phone.
"A kid? What about?" I ask her before she could end the call.
She quickly utters to me "Tensley had a little closet session with a minor."
"Oh." I hum back "alright." I hang up and call Nick on his cell. "Hey, it's Maddison. You local?" I ask him.
"Sure, what do you got?" He asks me back.
"Amanda is sending me the information on some kid Tensley may have had contact with. They want us to go interview him." I explain.
"I can be there in 15." He tells me and I agree to the time, hanging up and getting my things together to meet him outside.
We drive to the Bronx and knock on the door to the small family home. "Hello?"
An older man greets us, I assume it's his father "Hi, Mr. Miller?" I ask as the door opens a bit and he eyes us.
"Yes?" He says questioning our appearance "can I help you?"
Nick and I pull out our badges "I'm detective Grey, this is Amaro. We're with the special victims unit, is your son home?" I ask.
He looks behind him then back to us "Uh yeah, what's this about?"
Nick steps a bit closer "we shouldn't discuss this outside Mr. Miller." He gives him a firm nod, letting him know this is serious.
He nods and lets us in. As we shut the door behind us we spot his son Gregory appear around the corner "have a seat." His dad directs him and he moves to the couch. We take our seats across from the two of them and Nick starts off "we're here to talk about what happened with Tensley Evans."
He tries to hide his recognition from his father but his dad sits uncomfortably in the chair and asks "who?"
"Gregory, do you want to tell him or should I?" I ask, knowing it'd be worse hearing it come from my mouth then his own.
He over exaggerates his sigh but goes over the incident "I was visiting mom. I ran into Tensley on the way out." He looks between us and his father. "I told her I was a big fan. She asked me if I had any weed, so... We got high."
His dad jumps in then "weed? Where the hell did you get weed?"
"I understand your concern, Mr. Miller, but we need to hear from your son exactly what happened." Nick encourages him to calm down. The dad looks upset but nods understanding.
The boy continues "and then she said she wanted to thank me. I didn't know what she meant, but then she pulled me into the supply closet, we kissed, and then she...gave me..." He hesitates. "Oral."
Nick and I look at each other then back to him. "Why didn't you tell me?" His dad asks appalled.
He looks at him like he has 10 heads "Seriously?"
"You're in a lot of trouble, son." Mr. Miller tells him sternly.
"Actually, Mr. Miller, your son's not in trouble." Nick informs him. "Tensley Evans is."
"For what?" He asks.
"Gregory's underage. The facility has security cameras, there's footage of Gregory and Tensley having sexual contact. He's the victim of a crime." I explain to them.
"No, I'm not." Gregory argues back "this is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. Don't ruin it. I was just trying to be nice."
Nick looks to me again and I turn my eyes back to the family in front of me "I'm sorry but this is a serious matter, we can't just ignore it."
"Aw man." The boy slouches down into the couch with a glum look on his face.
His father stands up, so we follow "thank you for informing me. I'm assuming you'll be in contact?" He asks, walking us to the door.
"Yes, we will. Thank you Mr. Miller." Nick returns and we leave the house.
