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A woman stood under the cover of a black umbrella as she gazed at the hospital. Her hazel brown hair was cut just short at the base of her neck but still curved elegantly around her face. She was dressed in a thick and warm purple shirt under a formal navy blue jacket. Her dark eyes pierced the area as she gazed around for any sign of disturbance among the darkness.

After all. She was used to the darkness and the cold.

She had seen the endless filth that hell itself must have churned into this city. Rapist, psychopaths, murderers. She had seen them all. Heartless and cold brute, all one after the other. Never did she ever seem to get a break away from them. Her career meant that she could never rest. She had to protect and care for those who needed her.

But still... this was real life, and it didn't make it any easier when the bad guys seemed to succeed; when some poor innocent: Man, woman, child, boy or girl, when it came to the time that she had to come across a corpse and listen as it was reported how they were murdered. Was it with a led pipe? A single and merciful quick blow to the head.

Prolonged and cold torture? Making the victim writhe in the agony. Branding them not only in skin but into their impenetrable soul. Was it possible? Could some of the foulest and coldest murders she had seen have marked the victim so badly, that even in death their was no escape from their pain and suffering? Could they be stained like the ink black darkness of a murderers heart?

She only wished that they would be at peace and at rest.

Their deaths just gave her all the more reason to be in her line of work.

To help those who had been hurt and could not defend themselves against the horrors of what the city had to offer.

"Hey... Liv?" The woman turned her head in time to see her work partner slowly climb out of their car from where it had been parked. His hair was almost buzz cut down and was midnight black. His cold eyes examined the hospital with a certain and great familiarity as he let lose a potent sigh. "So what's the story now?"
"Not sure... Captain wanted us to check this out. We-"

Olivia paused as she watched a blonde hair girl walk out the hospital entrance. Her eyes were fixed determinedly in front of her, her blonde hair was curled slightly and turned inwards. Her face was smoothed out with foundation and make up. Her figure was into a framing dress, and she swiftly pulled out an umbrella as with the click of her heels, she disappeared down the street without looking back in either direction of the detectives or the hospital.

The last thing Olivia saw of her, before she vanished into the shadows, was her reaching for a phone and dialling it before moving onto a call.

"Liv?"
"What?" She blinked and looked back over at her partner as he had an expectant eyebrow raised at her before he indicated to the doors. "It's fine Elliot..." She took off striding as she pushed the doors open only to walk directly into a nurse.

Both staggered slightly and grabbed hold of each other's arms as they steadied out. "Whoa there, what's the rush?" Olivia wondered. Her brows burrowed together as she looked the woman over; tired and pointed eyes, the nurse was pale and seemed to be flustered, her cheeks were red and her face seemed slightly drained of blood; a sight of expectancy when facing a hospital, but not when facing a fading individual. Olivia had seen these doctors and nurses, face down their fair share of dark and cold sights of horrors.

Just as she had.

The Nurse kept her gaze over on the girl who had just rushed out as quickly as she had been allowed to. Her eyes were pointed and accused with deep and natural suspicion. They were cold and angry... She knew something that the others just possibly didn't. "Nothing... just someone I thought I had seen before. It doesn't matter anyway... it was probably nothing." She blinked a couple of times as she began to pull herself out of her thoughts and back to the matter at hand.
"There's always a reason for everything." Liv stated as slowly she looked deeper into the nurse's eyes to see what else she was hiding. What did she know?
"Were you looking for someone?" She wondered as she fixed her hair back behind her ear and straightened out her uniform which had got ruffled and messed up slightly. It was obvious just how openly she was avoiding any question.
"Yeah, I'm detective Benson." She reached into her coat and flashed her badge as she fixed the nurse with recognisable look. "This is my partner, Detective Stabler." She paused for a minute as Elliot nodded his head curtly in some recognition to the nurse. However he was already look around and back in the direction that the other woman had walked away. He was like a hound already on a hunt. "You sent us a call earlier?" Liv asked.
"SVU." The Nurse nodded thoughtfully as she began to slowly open back up the doors leading to the waiting room and down the corridors to the surgery room. "Took "You took long enough to get here. Only two of you free? Really?"
"I think you'll find that's not our fault and it's pretty much regulation as you will find."

Elliot stepped in line next to Olivia and put his hand in his pockets as he kept his gaze locked dead ahead of him now as he searched deeper through the lobby. His eyes devouring every single free detail that he could get a lock on. Liv and the nurse began to work into a discussion while he gave her a sideways glance as if to say, Wrap this up... something isn't right here.
"Must have been a hell of a spook to really get you that nervous. Besides. Let's get down to business. What we looking at."

The nurse rose a sceptical eyebrow but just nodded her way into the corridors which led along the base of the hospital. Grabbing out a clipboard from an outstretched hand and exchanging files into nearby boxes, having got the movement down to a art after working here so long. She gazed back down at the chart, not really needing to. She only did it to look at the two detectives out of the corner of her eye. Not really, yet having to see whether she trusted them or not.

After the chaos which had been caused earlier. She wasn't trusting anyone who dared come to see the boy just yet.

She nodded to a passing doctor. "Scan them." Christina whispered quietly and watched the doctor give a curt nod.

But just as he was about to go around a corner, another one of their colleagues came sprinting towards them. His eyes pale as though he had just been shoved in front of the most sickening sight he had ever had to see. "Christina... You need to get in there now." It was pretty obvious where he was talking about. There was only one person on the ward currently in critical. "Alex." She whispered and sprinted off.
"What's going on!" Liv called after her, only to lose her to a locked set of doors and covered windows.
"What the hell did they do to him!" They heard from inside as Olivia glared and slammed her hand down slightly with a sigh.

"I hate it when we get a new hospital and person to work with." She muttered under her breath. Normally they always had a descent and good mutual bond going with the hospital staff.
"That poor kid." A soft voice whispered.

Both turned to see a scraggly and skinny boy sat back in his seat. His eyes were locked on the hospital room with a sad and slightly curious look. "They blocked out the window you see." British accent. Olivia already had begun calculating the first moment she had heard the kids voice. By the looks... fourteen, very early fourteen. Short brown scraggly hair. Glasses broke. Dark bags around his bloodshot eyes... he had a drink, but not enough to get drunk. Not that, that excused anything. But it intrigued her to find out what was going on. Why had the boy stuck around this long. At the first mention of detectives coming to examine an eyewitness, they were usually out the door within the next five minutes. Why had this boy stuck around so long- "Because he's my boyfriend's best friend." The boy says in a state of the matter tone.
"You read people pretty well." Liv smiled as she took a seat next to him and leaned back. Her eyes kept glancing back and forth between the doors to the room where she and Eliot can now hear people rushing around as fast as they can. The sound of clattering quickly follows.
"As do you." The boy nods with hard and stone cold eyes. The way he looks at both detectives blocks out any more room for interpretation.

Liv quickly does what she does best and nods Elliot the signal that she will handle the kid better than he would. She always had a softer touch when it came to cases like this. Even she had to admit that, (even though Elliot was her partner), he had a rougher and intimidating presence around kids which didn't always work to their advantage. "So you want me to blab and tell you everything." The boy sighed.
"Well, how about you start by telling me your name first." Liv smiles and stands as she walked over to a nearby drink machine. Her eyes still study deeply over the boy's face. Searching for any sign of emotion or something that she could recognise.
"Names hold power." The boy nodded and rested his head back against the wall, still keeping his lolled eyes back on the doors to the room. "Mine is Liam. Liam Solace." His cold eyes regarded the woman more openly now. She could feel his hostility growing, he knew that she was trying to break down the walls and get close to him, like all the others that she worked with. "It's not that easy." He growled quietly.

Olivia held up her hands and smiled slightly. This kid certainly has got it in him to be a detective. She nodded to herself slightly and reached out her hand with some fresh and hot tea as a peace offering between them.

He took it but didn't spare her the look of a glance. "I know how this works." He said in a deadpan voice. "I was at the party until late. Decided I had enough after a drink or two and thought that I couldn't be arsed with much more of it. I leave in two weeks to go home back to England. I'm only here on a visit. Yes I have someone to back it up. Yes I can give you the name of twenty people. Even my parents." He gave a false smile and flashed a glare briefly after. "Or will that not suffice?"
"You've certainly got a strong attitude haven't you."
"The boy I'm in love with, has just had his boyfriend put into hospital looking like-"

Liv paused, waiting for the boy to finish his thoughts but he never did.

She sent Elliot out to Liam's home address to inform his parents and question whether that the boy truly was out with them.

An hour later, Elliot returned, looking slightly perplexed but confirmed everything Liam had said.

An hour which inside the treatment room, Christina wished that she could have forgotten.

She eventually pushed open the doors as the doctors trailed out a large bed.

Alex was unconscious, His entire torso and biceps have being bandaged, his bloodied clothes placed in a collection bag which Christina shoved roughly into the detectives chest as they carried on by without a second glance to either Olivia or Eliot. Her main attention was locked on Alex who was squirming slightly from the medication which was now circling throughout his entire body. "Is he going to be okay?" Liam rushed forward and looked into the Nurses eyes pleadingly.
"Yeah." She spared the boy a smile and watched how a relieved smile seem to ripple the stress away from the boy's body as he couldn't help but take a relieved breath.
"Thank you, I'm so happy."
"Pleasure, but he will need some rest... it's best to also give him some time so that he can... recover and recuperate." She gave a smile and wiped her hands over her forehead as the boy followed them.

Olivia and Eliot slowly exchanged a look of exasperation. "This is going to be a long night." He growled before slowly walking after them.