"Sleep well?" Elliot smiled at Olivia as he sat down behind his desk. Olivia was sitting at her desk with a coffee in her hand.
"Not one bit, but this is helping me out," she motioned towards her coffee and took a sip, "Did Alex get her car started?"
"Alex was here?"
"Yeah, she came to pick something up, then her car wouldn't start. I dozed off sometime and when I woke up she was gone."
Elliot shrugged, "I guess she did."
Fin walked in the room with a pad of paper in his hand, "Yo, we got a rape victim. Said she was kidnapped, then raped. Guy who reported it said she's a bit beaten up too. Man I have paperwork up to my chin. You guys want this one?" Fin handed the paper to Elliot.
- - -
Detectives Benson and Stabler arrived at the crime scene about twenty minutes later. It was an alley way behind a strip club, one known for being a prostitute hot spot. Elliot approached the head of the crime scene squad, "What happened?"
"Your vic just left in a bus, on the way to the hospital. As for the crime scene, very little did happen here. I'd say she was bashed and raped somewhere else before being dumped here."
"Was she a pro?"
"I would say probably not. Probably placed here so we'd think she was. I'll let you know if we find anything."
- - -
Elliot showed his badge to the nurse behind the counter at the hospital. "Special Victims. Someone was just brought in?"
"Right this way." The petite, blonde nurse led the two detectives down the corridor and stopped at a doorway, letting them pass.
Olivia stepped through the door and gasped.
"Oh my God, Alex!"
Alexandra Cabot was laying in the hospital bed, her face was cut, bruised and bloody. She stirred when she heard her name.
Olivia rushed over and sat on the side of the bed, "What happened?"
Alex raised her bandaged right arm and slowly rubbed her sore head.
"Hey guys."
She tried to sit up, but gave up when it proved to be too painful.
"Wanna start from the beginning?" Elliot asked from the end of the bed.
"I was at the precinct because my car wasn't starting. Olivia had fallen asleep and I was trying to. Then suddenly there was a hand over my mouth. He must have had something on it because I was out. I woke up in the back of a van. My arms and legs were tied...open, so I couldn't move. There was no one in the back of the van with me, but I could hear two men talking in the front. The van stopped and the men got in the back."
Alex stopped and closed her eyes. Olivia placed her hand on top of Alex's and gave it a very gentle squeeze, "I know this is hard."
"Would it be easier if I stepped out?"
Cabot looked at Elliot, "I don't think anything would make it easier."
She sighed and continued, "They were laughing and joking and...poking and prodding me; trying to make me more uncomfortable. Suddenly one of the guys just started hitting me. Anywhere and everywhere. It was like it turned him on or something. The other guy got back into the driver's seat and started driving while the man in the back started to rape me. I yelled, but the driver just turned the radio up. It felt like it went on forever. When he finished, the driver stopped and they swapped places. The man in the back dressed me up as a hooker and put my make up on. He also raped me, untied me, then dumped me in the alley. I fell on my head when they kicked me out and so I was out cold when someone found me."
"Did you see the men?"
"No, they had masks on when they came into the back. I would almost certainly put my life on it to say that one of the men, the one who was hitting me, was Richard French. His voice, the way he acted," She paused and shuddered, "the things he said...It was definately me. He wanted me to know it was him."
