Chapter Five

It explained everything. Why she was so distracted. Why she would get so worked up with every victim. She'd especially get worked up with a multiple rape victim.

"He raped me twice," she said gingerly running her fingers over some of the cuts on her hands.

"Lisa, I don't doubt you, but are you sure it was the same man both times?" Olivia said walking around the interrogation table and sitting down next to the young girl.

"Did he say something?" Olivia now put her arm around Lisa's shoulders.

"No, but each time I'd come on and everything in my house would be on. All of the lights, the sinks, the bath tub, the shower, even all of my kitchen appliances."

"And then when you were distracted he'd attack you?"

"No, he'd wait until the next day, but it would've had to be him both times. It can't be a coincidence," the girl started to cry harder. Olivia couldn't help it, her eyes were watering and she was angry that such a smart, pretty girl would have to go through this. Elliot, who was watching through the one-way glass, opened the door.

"Benson, can I talk to you?"

"Excuse me," Olivia said to Lisa and walked out of the room. When the door was closed all the way Elliot started.

"This is bull, Olivia."

"I believe her, Elliot," Olivia said with her hands on her hips.

"Why? We've already got the guys who confessed to messing with her apartment."

"Then maybe one of them raped her."

"The day after? Liv, it doesn't make sense. They even have alibis."

"Screw that! This woman has been raped more than once, Stabler, get that through you head."

"Olivia, how 'bout this; we don't even have evidence that she was raped. None. And why wouldn't she report it right away? Why wait so long?"

"Maybe… Maybe she just didn't know how," Olivia said. His statement hit her hard.

"Olivia, none of this makes sense. How am I supposed to believe she's been raped more than once by the same person? You know the statistics. It only happens to, like, one out of every seventy-five vics. She's lied to us before. Even if she was raped, which I highly doubt, she definitely wasn't raped twice."

"It happens, Elliot! It happens to more people than you think! Think about all of those that don't report them because they know people like you won't believe them!" Olivia said with her voice rising, knowing very well that she was part of that 1.3 that has been raped by the same person multiple times.

"Benson, My office, now!" Cragen yelled. Olivia followed his orders reluctantly.

"You're too close to this case and I want to know why," Cragen said sitting at his desk. Olivia had to come up with a story that would suffice and it had to be thought of quick.

"When I was under cover, I knew someone who was in a situation like this," she lied.

"You keep it out of work," Cragen warned.

"Yes sir," Olivia said standing up.

"And I know you will because you're off the case."

"Cap-"

"You're dismissed."

Olivia left without another word. Elliot knew exactly where to find her at the end of shift. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't finished taking her anger out on the punching bag.

"Liv,"

"What?" she demanded after nearly kicking him in the head.

"She confessed. She was just trying to get back at those teenagers for wrecking up her house. I guess her version of revenge is accusing them of rape."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Olivia snapped at him. She gave the bag another hard kick that ripped it from the hook on the ceiling and it fell to the floor.

"No, I didn't think it would," Elliot said cautiously taking a step closer; testing her boundaries. He knew that Olivia could get scary when she was mad. Olivia fell to the floor next to it and let out a heavy, angry sigh of frustration.

"Wanna talk about it?" Elliot asked through a thick New York accent.

"Well," she started, "When, well when I first got home I didn't have a place to go so I stayed at a hotel. I woke up one night and-"

"Stabler, Casey wants you right now. I know shift's over but she wants to finish by tomorrow and schedule a court date," Cragen interrupted, but that was it. Olivia wouldn't keep going. She just left.

Oh, God Elliot thought sadly, she tried to tell me then

"Oh, Liv, I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry."