Disclaimer: I only own the plot, Jenny, Marie, and the Fitzgeralds. I definitely do not own Freddy Krueger or Munch. But if I did… oh, the possibilities.

Background Information: This is a sequel of sorts to my other story, Just A Little Nightmare. It basically plays with the idea of "What if Olivia was also one of Freddy's children?" Ideas are welcome from anyone, so just PM me. I love having reader-input.

And- I know this chapter is short, give me a break. I decided to write a quickie as an apology for not updating. There will be more soon. Just let me watch the ep. Raw & Freddy v Jason a few times and I'll get some inspiration. evil grin

Onto the chapter-

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When Olivia and Dr. Huang got to the precinct, they found it in total chaos. A lot of officers were running around like chickens without heads. Some came from the copying room; others were rapidly pulling files out or putting them back in their boxes or cabinets. There was a teenage girl on one side of the room, angrily yelling at a police officer. She was making some rude gestures, occasionally pulling on her brown hair in irritation.

On another side of the room, two older people were being escorted into different examination rooms for questioning. The woman was screeching at the man, saying something along the lines of, "Do you honestly think I would touch that brat!"

While the slightly more mature man yelled at her in return for even thinking of talking about his daughter like that. He appeared calm by the way he walked into one of the boxes, but one look at his eyes told that he was probably thinking of slapping the whiney bleached-blonde woman.

"I see the parents are here," muttered Detective Tutuola as he shuffled inside, just as the doors of the interrogation rooms closed to block out the peoples' screams. Following behind was John Munch, who had probably hitched a ride with Fin over. He simply made his way to his desk, before plopping down in his chair. Before anyone could say anything else, he had put his head down and already started to sleep. Apparently at least one of them wasn't going to miss out on their forty winks.

Elliot Stabler was already working by the looks of it, sitting at his desk with a small girl, who was talking happily about some television show involving some type of octopus and sponge.

Captain Cragen soon came out of his office when he noticed the arrival of the last three detectives and the resident psychiatrist. Motioning them to follow him, he went back inside his office. They complied and walked through the hectic precinct, with Fin having to drag a still half-asleep Munch by his arm away from the comfort of his desk.

When they were all filed into the Captain's office, Cragen closed the door softly behind them before sitting down at his desk. Rubbing his eyes, he sat still for a moment before speaking. He had obviously been unable to sleep, probably not even being able to go home before the case came in.

"Fifteen year old babysitter called in abuse a few hours ago at 11:00 last night. Said that the girl, Jenny Fitzgerald, was being physically abused by someone and probably emotionally as well. Jenny apparently wasn't able to sleep, and while trying to convince her to go to bed, Jenny showed her some injuries on her stomach. We're waiting for someone to come examine them, but it doesn't look like it was an accident. Plus, the babysitter Marie Johnson said this wasn't the first time she had seen marks on Jenny."

As he talked, Cragen reached for his tub of licorice, taking one before offering some to the others in the room. Only Olivia declined, she was getting a really bad feeling about this case. Something just didn't seem right to her. So she said, "Then why didn't Marie report it until just now?"

Here Dr. Huang interjected into the conversation, "She could have just thought that Jenny had taken a fall or had an accident and hurt herself. It's not uncommon to only find out about the abuse when there's a serious injury or someone says something that causes the abuse to become known. A lot of the time people just ignore what's right in front of their faces."

Munch nodded his head slightly in agreement. He knew the comment wasn't directed towards him, and the conversation was about a different person entirely. John Munch couldn't help but feel a sting in his heart as he remembered the girl he knew when he was younger, and how he didn't realize her mother's abuse towards her till it was too late. He sighed, "So we're going to suspect the parents primarily right? They have means, opportunity, and if that was the mother figure in the family screaming her head off, I'm going to say motive."

"Yes, they are the primary suspects, but I wouldn't rule anyone else out just yet. The babysitter also mentioned Jenny saying a man's name. Said he did it to her, but now that they're over here she can't remember what she called him." Cragen said and leaned back.

Now it was the time to give out orders to the squad, "Detectives Munch and Fin, I want you two to go and take a look inside the Fitzgerald's home, we have the warrant already. Also, ask around to the neighbors. It is the Fitzgeralds' apartment building, so also talk to the workers. Detective Benson, I want you and Dr. Huang to go talk to Jenny. See if you can get her to tell you the name of the man she said did this. She's with Detective Stabler right now. Tell him to go talk to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and see if Marie mentioned something to them."

All of them nodded and filed out of the room one by one. Munch and Fin were already complaining about whether or not they should stop and get coffee on the way so they could wake up. Dr. Huang quietly told Elliot what the captain had said, and Elliot nodded before grabbing his keys and his jacket. He nodded to Olivia, and they exchanged a brief "Good morning" before he was out the door and on his way.

Olivia came to stand beside Dr. Huang, and bent down on one knee so she was eye-level with the child. "Hi, my name is Olivia Benson, and this is George Huang. Can you tell us your name?" She smiled pleasantly at the child, whose eyes appeared to be taking in her surroundings with some nervousness.

"Hello! My name is Jenny Fitzgerald. I'm seven and a half!" The girl's eyes flickered to stare at the two, and Olivia felt a slight shiver run down her spine. At first glance, the eyes appeared to be filled with innocence and happiness, but beneath, there was a slight terror and fear that she felt all too familiar with. This only increased Olivia's feeling that something was amiss with this case. If only she knew what.

If Olivia knew however, just what that feeling she was getting was, she would have taken back that last thought immediately.