Later-

Olivia had watched Danny closely in the car. She'd been silent all the way to the Precinct, giving Olivia time to take a full inventory of her wounds while Eliot drove.

Danny had bruises on her wrists and neck. Olivia knew there were some one her stomach and waist as well. Danny's lip was split and there was a cut above her left eye. The edge of a very long and jagged cut peeped from the neck on her t-shirt.

Olivia felt sorry for the child, for, even though she was a certified PI, she was only fifteen.

Eliot pulled his Subaru Outback into the station's lot. "Here we are." He said, unhooking his seatbelt and turning to look at Danny in the back seat. "You alright? You look a little sick."

"Eliot," Olivia hissed. " Of course she looks sick, she just got out of the hospital." Olivia got out of the car and went to help Danny get out as well. Eliot took the keys out of the ignition and opened the door. He stood up, a midsummer breeze catching the coattails of his brown duster. He followed Olivia and the girl into the building.

Once in a privet interviewing room, Danny relaxed. "Thanks. I know this has got to be a little weird for you guys." Danny forced a smile. "So, yeah. I was tied down, but not blindfolded." She frowned.

"So, did you see your attacker's face?" Asked Olivia.

"Two, there were two. No, they wore different masks every time. Although, I think one might be a doctor. The first guy came in once with a horrible temper. The other one came in and found him on top of me. He kept hitting me, over and over. I was nearly unconscious when the doctor guy yelled at him to stop, pulling him off. That must have been the second day, if I kept track well enough." She paused to shiver and draw breath. "They would take turns, again and again. Then, after some days, they blindfolded me and dumped me in an alley. A businessman found me and called the cops."

Eliot nodded slowly. "A doctor? That would explain the Chloroform."

Olivia looked at the girl sitting awkwardly on the metal chair across from her. "Danny, can you tell me what they did to you?" She asked.

Danny's eyes widened, her hands twisting together on the table. Eliot looked at her and noticed that she looked even more like a child when her fear showed, even with Peroxide blonde hair.

"They would untie me every now and then. Let me use the bathroom. Sometimes they wouldn't even make it to the bed. They would just hold me by my wrists against the wall. I would turn my head away and plead with myself not to cry so they wouldn't hurt or kill me. And then he would be in me." Her lip trembled. "I closed my eyes, so I wouldn't have to look at his eyes. Then he'd choke me. Again and again."

"That's good." Olivia reassured her.