-CHAPTER 2-

When Olivia woke up the next morning she had a major headache and for the first time in, what seemed forever, she called in sick and went back to sleep right after she had made the call.

Maybe some hours of rest would make her feel better, but she doubted it.
Nothing could take away the pain of losing somebody and that was exactly what had happened to her.
Alexandra Cabot might not have died, but to Olivia she was dead anyway.
Everything else would be too risky and could blow up the whole Witness Protection thing.
So she had lost Alex even though the blonde woman had survived the shooting.
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Olivia stirred 'cause her phone wouldn't stop ringing.
A look at the clock on her nightstand told her that it was past 2 am and she jumped up.
Had she really slept that long?

"Benson", she growled sleepily as soon as she managed to pick up.

"Liv, it's Elliot. I know you aren't feeling well and I wouldn't have called, but it's an emergency. I need you at the hospital..."

"I'll be there in about twenty minutes."
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She hurried out of the elevator, just to be greeted by her partner, who obviously had been waiting for her already.
And although Olivia didn't feel much better, she knew that work would be her only chance to go on with her life 'cause it was practically everything she had.

"So, what have we got?" she asked straight away.

Elliot had wanted to ask if Olivia was okay, but she still didn't seem to be in the mood for talking, so he focused on their new case, "A sixteen year old Jane Doe. She has been found in Central Park, unconscious, without an ID. Beaten down and brutally raped. They had to stitch her back together with over 300 stitches."

"Good God! Is she awake yet?"
Olivia wanted to know, sadness shining in her eyes.

"Well, she's been in and out countless times in the last hour, but whenever I or another male person entered her room, she started screaming for her life. That's why I called you."

The female detective stepped closer to the window, taking a glimpse at another child, another victim, who's innocence had been taken away forever.

And now it was her job to catch the bastard, who had done it, but therefor she had to get that poor girl to talk.
So Olivia took a deep breath, looked at Elliot Stabler for a second and then she entered the room of the teenage version of Jane Doe.

The girl was sleeping, which gave Olivia the opportunity to look at the victim, hoping that she would find a special feature or distinction, that would help them to identify the teenager in case she wouldn't be able to have a proper conversation with the girl before the morning.

But the swollen and bruised face of the girl wouldn't be of any help in the near future, which caused Olivia to sigh heavily.
This wasn't good and she knew it.
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Olivia had stayed in the hospital room until the morning, but she hadn't gotten a chance to question the victim about anything.
In fact the girl had woken up from a nightmare in the early morning and the doctors had to inject her some sedativum to get her to calm down 'cause she had been hysterical and out of control.
But the injection had knocked her out again, so Olivia had left for the office to do some research on the case, together with Elliot.
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They had went through more than 200 reports of missing teenagers, but they couldn't tell if the girl in the hospital was one of them yet.
And of course nobody had witnessed the crime, the victim had been found by a security guy, who had been doing his rounds.
Plus the forensic experts had told them that in their opinion the girl hadn't been raped in the park, that she might even have been taken hostage for a while or at least that was the conclusion they had gotten when they had recognized the marks on Jane Doe's wrists.
She had to have been chained up for some time.
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When Olivia had received a call from the hospital about the girl finally being awake it was almost 8 pm and she entered the building, together with Elliot Stabler, only a few minutes later.

The female detective sat in the girl's room for a while, talking to the fragile teenager as calm as possible, but the victim seemed to be too scared to even speak.

This case clearly would be hard to solve if it would go on like that.
But right that second Olivia Benson noticed something on the girl's arm, which caught her attention immediately.
From what Olivia could tell it was some tattoo, but she wasn't entirely sure, so she asked the still silent girl if it was okay if she took a look at it and for the first time she got a reaction 'cause the teenager nodded.

She didn't dare to touch the girl, but at least Olivia was able to see what had been hidden under one of the bandages.
For some time she tried to figure out what it was, but since most of it was covered, Olivia couldn't tell for sure.

"Is that a unicorn?" she asked carefully and the girl nodded again.
Luck obviously had decided to help them out after all.

"That's lovely. I better get going then to let you rest. I'll be back tomorrow to check on you, okay?"

Another nod was the answer and Olivia smiled at the girl, who's way to recovery would be a long and painful one.

And right before she left the room, the teenager announced, totally unexpected, "Melissa Walker. My name is Melissa Walker."