The Santa Incident
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of LO:SVU or any other show mentioned here. I don't own the rights of the songs either. I'm making no money out of this whatsoever. Don't sue me, I have no money.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked chapter one. As it was a last minute decision to write something for Christmas as a start, I had to post several chapters at the same time (and I'll do my best to post the last chapters until Christmas) instead of one after the other. Would be nice if I'll get reviews for single chapters nevertheless. Enjoy reading!
2
"Where is this world going if even Santa Claus is freely following his lusts?" John Munch wondered aloud when Olivia and Elliot handed the Santa over to some uniforms who would put him under arrest.
"Yeah, what a lovely Monday morning," Fin Tutuola agreed. "I'm really getting into Christmas mood – bells in the church keep on ringing..."
Olivia and Elliot were about to return to their desks, when Cragen stepped in their way.
"I need you to go to Mt. Sinai," he said and gave Olivia some papers. "Gang rape."
"Fin seemed to be right," Elliot grunted. "What a lovely Monday morning."
"Must have happened last night," Olivia said, scanning the reports. "She was only found this morning."
"Doesn't make it better…" Elliot put on his coat and got Olivia's for her.
"She's just fifteen…" she mumbled as she put it on.
When they reached the hospital they talked to the nurse first.
"The poor gal was in a really bad shape," nurse Eugenie said. "Together with the wounds caused by the repeated rape she got frost-bites."
"How long was she left in the cold?" Olivia asked.
"We don't know." Eugenie turned deep red by anger. "The bastards threw her behind a trash container as if she was only trash to them, too. I can't understand it! As often as I have to face it on the job, I can't understand it!"
We don't either, Elliot thought. By the look on Olivia's face he could tell that she harbored the same feelings.
"Can we talk to her?"
"You can try, Detective." Eugenie led them to the girl's room. "Honey?" she said. "Here are two police officers who'd like to talk to you. – Honey. Is it okay?" Then Eugenie backed off. "Just call me…" she said before she left.
The detectives nodded thanks. Olivia was the first who stepped to the bed. Elliot held back and stayed few steps behind her. Yes, he was trained and as careful with victims as Olivia… still he was male. And as long as she was his partner she was the first to make contact and introduce him.
"Hello, Patricia," she said. "I'm Detective Olivia Benson, my partner Detective Elliot Stabler."
Elliot watched the girl cringe back when her gaze flickered to him. Tears sprung in her eyes.
"No," she whispered and shook frantically her head. "No, no, no…"
"It's okay, Patricia," Olivia tried to soothe her. "No one's going to hurt you. You're safe now. We both are detectives. There's nothing to be afraid of." She glanced at Elliot. Stay there, this look said. As if he would have needed the reminder.
"Patricia, you would help us a lot, if you could answer some questions. Do you think you can do that?"
The girl slightly nodded.
"Can you tell me how you were attacked?"
"I'm… not sure," Patricia whispered. "I walked down the street wh… when some… some…one grabbedmeby…" her voice became faster and she swallowed the words.
"So, someone grabbed you when you were walking down the street," Olivia summarized. "Have you seen him?"
"No."
"Did he grab you from behind?"
"Y..yea. Dragged me… into a van."
"Do you remember it's color?"
She shook her head. "It was dark… blue, black, green… I don't know."
"Can you tell me what happened next?"
"They hurt me!" She shook with sobs and tears rolled down her cheeks. "While they were driving. Hurt me so bad. When they stopped, others came…"
"Do you remember any detail that might help us?" Olivia asked softly.
Patricia sobbed desperately. "Nothing seen… all red… all in… in…" her voice trailed off. Both detectives waited patiently until she regained it. "They were all in… in… S… san… santa suits," she stuttered.