Eliot Stabler blinked under the bright fluorescent lights. He walked down the ever-bright halls of St. Elizabeth's Emergency department. He got home at midnight, after a 12 hour shift, only to get called two hours later to interview a suspected rape victim.
He nodded to the familiar faces of nurses and doctors as he made his way down to the hallway.
"Hey Morrison, long night eh?" He called out to the harried looking narcotics detective.
"Stabler, good to see you man." Morrison was busily filling out paperwork.
"What's up?"
"I was making a collar for a big time dealer, and we found her in a back office, bleeding, we think that she was raped."
"Think? You didn't get a preliminary statement?" Stabler frowned.
"We tried, but this girl was so out of it, babbling nonsense." Morrison continued to fill out his paperwork.
"Drugs?" Stabler asked, taking his own notes.
"Nah, tested clean, but we are having a hard time talking to her."
"Okay, did they page psych?"
"Yeah, but they said they were 'busy', so who knows how long it will be."
"Well, I'll go in and try to talk to her"
"Thanks, Stabler."
Eliot walked further down the hall he could hear commotion coming from the vic's room. He walked to the doorway and saw a nurse trying to subdue a patient.
"Miss, Miss, you need to stay in bed." The nurse was, unsuccessfully trying to get her patient to lay back down.
"I have to leave, I need to find Bobby." The girl was clearly agitated. "God wanted me to come, he said to me that I had to find the answer..." She struggled against the nurse, oblivious to Eliot standing in the doorway.
"Cindy, I'm going to need a hand in here." The nurse called out to a co-worker. "I think we will need some restraints." Eliot watched as several other nurses came in with leather soft restraints. The girl continued to struggle and started to scream.
"I know what you are trying to do! You want me to confess, say that I'm a Witch But I'm not, God told me that I'm good..." The nurses finally were able to get the girl in four point restraints, but she continued to struggle and pull against the cuffs.
Eliot stood in the doorway, watching the nurses strap the girl onto the gurney. They finally took notice of him.
"I'm detective Eliot Stabler, Special Victims, I was sent here to take a statement" The nurse looked him over for a moment puzzled.
"Oh yes, Detective" She said suddenly remembering "I'm sorry if you've been waiting, but we've been having a busy night." She picked up the chart and started to go over the notes to the detective. Eliot glanced back in at the victim, she was still raving at the other nurse who had come in to assist.
"What did she tell you happened?" He asked the nurse.
"She didn't say too much, she was found during a drug bust, she has bruises on her arms, her clothes, or what was left of it was soaked with blood, and what looked like semen. We have that bagged for you" She motioned to a clear plastic bag sitting on a chair.
"How long has that been sitting there?" He said, worried about the chain of evidence.
"It took us awhile to get her in a gown, that hasn't left my sight. What else..." she scanned the notes. "The paramedics stated that she was saying something about 'they held me down' and about 'being dirty' We haven't been able to examine her, but even if the sex wasn't forced, I doubt that she's in any state to consent. The doc will be here shortly to see her." She walked off towards the nurse's station.
Eliot turned back toward the victim. She was continuing to have a rapid, but nonsensical conversation with the other nurse, Cindy.
"Okay sweetie, we'll find him" Cindy said as she turned towards Eliot.
"Were you able to get her name, at least?" Stabler asked, watching the girl struggle futiley against the restraints.
"I know we've seen her before, someone pulled her old chart, name is...Andrea Goren. She's been asking for her brother, but we can't seem to get a hold of him."
"Wait did you say Goren?"
"Yeah, she was picked up last time by her brother Bobby, but we can't seem to find him."
"Bobby Goren, he's a detective with Major Case"
"you know him?"
"Know of him, more like it. He's kind of an infamous interrogator."
"Could you get him here for us? She might need to be admitted and its easier to get consent from a family member" the nurse said wearily.
"I'll put in the call" Stabler said.