They got back to the station house and sat down at Rollins' desk. Detective Benson was back by this point and looked at the two of them. The girl was definitely a victim; this must be the case Rollins had told the captain about. They sat there talking, the girl almost in tears, and not for the first time by the looks of it. Rollins was holding her hand. Benson walked over to see if she could help.
"You guys need anything? I could go get some coffee or something to eat?" She offered. Melissa just shook her head.
"Could you try to get a sketch artist for us?" Rollins asked. "She's got his first name but doesn't know a last." Benson nodded. A sketch could help them figure out who the guy was and nail him. He deserved to be nailed for what he'd done.
"Sure thing, Rollins," she replied, placing a hand on Melissa's shoulder. She jumped a bit, which wasn't surprising given what she'd just been through. She smiled at Rollins. "You're doing well." Rollins nodded and Benson left.
"Now do you know where the condo was? Could you give us an address?" she asked Melissa.
"I don't know the exact address but it was next door to a place called Baraza. The bar was on the right of the condo. We were in the second bedroom on the right upstairs," Melissa told her.
"Alright, Sweetie, that helps a lot. I'll get Munch and Fin and have them take CSU over there." As soon as Rollins told her that Melissa looked terrified.
"They're all still there though! He'll know I told. He'll hurt Jenny!" Melissa cried. "He's not there anymore but his friends are, they'll tell him and he'll know."
"Relax; we won't let him hurt your sister. Was there alcohol there?" Melissa nodded. "We could go in with the impression of getting the drinks then."
"I didn't drink any of it though, I swear. I can't stand alcohol," Melissa promised her. Rollins smiled and nodded.
"I know, I didn't think you had. It's just an excuse to get everyone out so CSU can go up to the bedroom and it gives them an excuse to get your sister and her friend over here so we can talk to them." Melissa nodded and sniffed. She was really trying not to cry, but it wasn't working very well. "How old is your sister?"
"She'll be 13 in a few days. She's so young; I can't let him hurt her," Melissa answered. Rollins nodded. "They're all probably asleep over there."
"Munch, Fin, can you come here for a sec please?" Rollins called out. Two men walked over, and Melissa shrank back a little bit. Rollins patted her knee. "It's okay." Melissa nodded.
"Whatcha need, Rollins? We were just heading home; it's late," replied the one Melissa guessed was Fin. She'd heard about him and seen him in the paper a few times.
"I know, but we got a case here and we need you and CSU to go to a condo in the East Village, next door on the left to Baraza. Go under the ruse of getting the alcohol being served to minors and get the sheets and other evidence from a bedroom up there. Second one on the right upstairs. We just can't have them knowing the real reason or the guy will get suspicious and might try something else. Also I need you to pick up Jenny..." Rollins looked at Melissa for a last name.
"Harris," Melissa filled in. "She's my little sister and a witness. Wearing jeans and a purple tank top, light brown hair and blue eyes, wears glasses. I don't know her friend's name but he was in a blue shirt with a tiger on it and blue jeans; dark, kinda long hair; brown eyes; white." Fin nodded and the two men left. "I don't want them to see me when they get here."
"Alright, Sweetie, we can arrange that," Rollins told her. At that moment Benson returned with coffee for herself and the artist. "Thanks, Benson." Benson nodded and went back to her desk to work on some paper work. She really hoped they could catch the guy. The girl was brave, coming here right afterwards. Especially when he had threatened her sister.
Rollins, Melissa, and the artist went upstairs so they wouldn't be disturbed and they worked on the sketch. Melissa had a pretty good memory and was rather good at describing the guy, and correcting the sketch when it wasn't quite right. She could probably have a career as an artist if she wanted to. Rollins should've just handed Melissa the paper and pencil and let her draw it, probably would've saved time waiting for the professional. They get it done, probably a close-to-perfect picture of the guy, and Rollins goes to make copies.
Melissa is a nervous wreck. As Rollins is making copies, she's left alone at the table with her thoughts. She really doesn't want her sister to know what happened, but she knows that they've got to tell her in order to get the info they need from her. She hopes Jenny believes her. She wouldn't make this up, and she doesn't know why her parents don't believe her. Melissa used to watch the news about the women who got raped and feel so sorry for them, but so glad that such awesome detectives were on the case, willing to get them justice. She just hoped she would get it as well.
Rollins came back from getting the copies ready to go out and for Fin and Munch to show their young witnesses, to find that Melissa was crying again. Not surprising, but she was curious why. "What's wrong, Sweetie?" Rollins asked her, sitting down beside her.
"It's just...It's just so surreal. I see the – the women on TV this happens to and think that it – it could never be me, you know? And now…Now it is and my parents don't believe me, and I've been awake all night, and I – I'm tired but I don't want to sleep, because I see his face whenever I close my eyes..." Melissa replied.
Rollins nodded. At that moment, Munch and Fin walked in with a young girl Rollins assumed to be Jenny, and a young man she assumed was her friend. "They're here," she told Melissa. Melissa looked down, careful not to draw attention, and nodded.