Here's the fifth chapter! Picking up right where I left off.
They didn't know what to do, but Sara answered the door. "Greg, umm." Was all Sara got out before Greg cut her off.
"Hey. Hey." Greg said stumbling past the doorway into the hotel room. "Sara."
Sara tried to stop him from going in, but he was drunk, and she knew better than to get a drunk person angry.
Catherine buried her face into the pillow as she continued to cry, hoping Greg wouldn't see her, or he was too wasted to remember anything.
Greg stood in front of Fin and Rollins, and asked Sara, "Who are these people. Why are they in my room?"
"Greg come on this isn't your room." Sara said as she tried to lure him out of the hotel room.
"It isn't?"
"No, come on, I'll take you there." Sara said, and walked Greg back to his hotel room, a couple rooms down.
Rollins turned her attention to Catherine who was suffocating herself with the pillow she was crying into. She walked over to the bed, and put a hand on Catherine's shoulder. "Catherine. Honey, you need to breathe, you can't bury your face into the pillow like that, you're gonna suffocate. If you can hear me, please answer."
Catherine let go of the pillow, and gasped for air.
"It's okay, honey, you're alright. Just breathe, breathe, it's okay."
When Catherine finally realized what was going on, she was ashamed and angry. "Leave! I told you to leave already! I don't wanna talk to you!" Catherine screamed, and they left when Sara entered.
Back at the station, Benson and Amaro walked into the interrogation room to talk to Isaac. Amaro took the seat across the table from Isaac while, Benson paced the room. Isaac sat uncomfortably in the chair, "what do you want? Why am I here?"
Benson stood behind him. "Do you know Catherine Willows?"
"Who?"
"Catherine Willows. You know the girl you drugged and raped in your hotel room last night?"
"I don't know who you're talking about. I've never raped anyone. I've done a lotta girls, but I ain't never raped one a them. They were ALL begging me for more, I don't needa rape anyone, I get what I want without that."
Amaro sat up in his chair, "that's not what she's telling us, or what we saw on the security footage. You care to explain?"
Isaac crossed his arms. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"We have you on camera. Now she clearly objected to going with you, and you insisted. If you confess, maybe we can work out a deal with the DA, but otherwise you're not going anywhere for the next twenty plus years. It's your choice." Amaro said as he leaned back in his seat.
"I'm not going to confess to something I didn't do."
Benson was now next to Amaro, "Okay, but when the rape kit comes back with your DNA, you're gonna wish you had confessed, and you'll be begging us to cut you a deal."
"Well, yeah my DNA is gonna be there. We had sex, I've never denied that."
"What about this video? The jury will get one look at that video, and they'll know she didn't want it."
Isaac laughed.
Amaro got upset, "You think that's funny?"
"I think it's funny that you two think you know everything, but you have no idea what really happen."
"Enlighten us." Benson said.
"I will. I went to the bar, I saw her, and I offered to buy her a drink. She said no, then left to the restrooms, I saw something was wrong, and I was there when she came out. She asked me to help her to her hotel, and I did. When I got there I took her to my room, and then I was going to leave. She asked me to stay. So I did. She pulled me into the bed with her, and then she kissed me. She started pulling our clothes off, and then we just went from there. A little into it she said she was getting bored, and asked if I had any friends, I called them at her request. Man we were doing her so hard. Before she passed out she whispered in my ear, 'don't stop. I wanna feel you long after you're gone.' So we gave her what she wanted. I sent her the video so, she could see what she missed and that I held up my end of the deal."
Benson thought she would be sick. She left the interrogation room with Amaro following behind.
The SVU squad took the rest of the night off, and Catherine and Sara soon fell asleep after everyone had left. Greg slept in his hotel room on the couch, and Nick came back after 3 a.m.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you honey." He said and she believed him at first, then she could feel his touch all over her body. He flipped her over violently. "Having fun yet?"
"No, stop." She barely whispered. Then she could feel him inside her, he was extremely rough. She tried pushing him off, but it didn't matter, he was too strong. She could feel warm liquid spill from him. He was getting off on raping her.
He got off her when he heard a knock at the door, he put on a pair of boxers, and answered it. Two more guys entered the room. The taller of the boys spoke first, stripping down immediately. "Damn Ike, you got a good one, she's hella sexy." The guy got on top of her, and she screamed as loud as she could, just before he took his place between her legs.
"It's okay, It's okay, Catherine, you're okay. It was just a dream." Sara held Catherine in her arms, trying to wake and calm her. She could feel her entire body shaking. "Catherine, you're alright."
Catherine finally woke up to find herself crying in Sara's arms. She felt so ashamed to have Sara there, knowing what she must be thinking. She didn't have the strength or the voice to fight it though so, she just continued to cry.
"It's okay, it was just a dream." Sara continued in a calming voice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Catherine said, then her voice faded out.
"It's okay. I don't mind."
Catherine pulled herself to the other side of the bed, and faced the wall, as she was no longer able to look at her co-worker. She continued to cry as Sara moved back to her bed, then turned out the light.
"No, please. Turn it back on." Catherine begged as she cried.
Sara turned the light back on, and tried to get some more sleep. It was two a.m. and they had to be at the conference by seven.
Catherine finally fell back into a restless sleep an hour later, filled with more nightmares. She didn't wake up this time until five a.m. trying to catch her breath. Sara didn't wake up, and Catherine decided to let her sleep while she tried to get ready.
Catherine was extremely sore, and it hurt worse than it had the previous day. She got her feet to the floor beside the bed, but no further. She tried to stand, but she had used the last of her strength to get to a sitting position. Catherine laid back down, she thought it would be impossible to get to sleep again, and she had no idea how she would get to the conference.
Sara woke up only a half hour later, and noticed Catherine was awake. "Hey. Are you okay?" She said, then looked at the time.
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna go get ready then." Sara said getting out of the bed, and heading to the bathroom. When she came out, Catherine hadn't moved. "Are you going to the conference?" She asked, fully expecting Catherine to say 'no' but surprisingly she didn't.
"Yeah, I can make it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute." Catherine said, and sat up slowly again. Sara saw her struggling, and helped her off the bed. Catherine grasped onto Sara's hand as she struggled to get to her feet.
"Cath, I think it would be best if you just stayed here today. I'm not gonna let you go out like this."
"No, I'm fine."
"No you're not. I'm gonna call the guys."
"Can I at least put some makeup on? In case they come over." She knew she wasn't going to make it to the conference from the first time she tried to get out of bed that morning, and decided not to fight with Sara over it.
"Yeah, lemme help you to the bathroom." Catherine allowed Sara to help her, then she put her makeup on as Sara called Greg.
"Hey." She heard him say from the other end.
"Hey, uh Catherine isn't feeling too well, I think we're going to skip the conference today."
"Alright. Is she alright? Is there anything we can get for you guys?"
"We're good."
"Alright, we'll stop by when we can. See you later. Bye." Greg said, and they both hung up. Sara was relieved he didn't remember what happened that night.
At the station, no one could sleep with this case hanging over them. Even though Catherine didn't work for the NYPD, they still felt as if she was one of their own. They arrived at the station early, and Benson had got the results back from the rape kit, and Amaro was explaining it to the team, as he motioned to the different pictures on the board.
"The rape kit shows extreme trauma. Heavy bruising mostly to her inner thighs, her genitals were ripped to shreds, bite marks on her neck and breasts. There was DNA from three different contributors, one matched Isaac, and the other two were unknown."
"There's no way she would've asked for that." Benson said recalling what Isaac had told them in the interrogation.
"That bastard is sick to even think we would believe that!" Rollins blurted out.
"Rollins. You and Fin, go find out who these mystery men are." Cragen demanded.
"You got it, Cap." Fin said, and they went to their desks.
"Benson and Amaro, pick up the bartender."
"Captain, I was actually planning on talking to Catherine." Benson objected.
"Why?"
She let out a heavy sight, "She recanted."
Cragen rolled his eyes, "Go. Munch, go with Amaro."
Benson passed Nick and Greg in the hallway as she went up to Catherine and Sara's room. She knocked at the door, and Sara answered almost immediately, and let Benson in as soon as she saw it was her.
"Thank you." Benson said as she walked past Sara. "Could we have a few minutes?" She knew it would be a long uphill battle, and she knew Sara might, not intentionally, make this harder than it needed to be.
"Sure, I'll be downstairs if you need me." Sara said, and left.
"I don't want to press charges. Can't you guys just leave me alone?"
"No. They need to pay for what they did."
"You don't have any idea what they did. I know you saw everything, but it's more than just that. They stole EVERYTHING from me! I can't face them, and a jury, and tell the entire world what happen! I can't even get out of bed on my own anymore! Do you have any idea how degrading that feels? How they completely stole my entire life from me? How I have to rely on people that work under me to calm me down in the middle of the night when I have no control over myself? You have no idea how that feels!
Benson swallowed a huge lump in her throat. She was now thinking of Sealview, and the months after, how she felt exactly how Catherine was feeling now. Tears filled her eyes, "Catherine..."
Remember this is before Lewis so, I can't bring any of that up. Please review! I haven't been getting reviews so, pease let me know if you're still enjoying this story, or if I should end it soon.