I must apologize in advance: this chapter is a bit of rambling. I promise that in the next chapter things will start heating up and becoming more suspenseful! My mind went completely off track of where I want this story to end up at but I'm bringing it back on the right track (: This is a long chapter YOU WERE WARNED.
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I DON'T OWN SVU OR ANYTHING FROM SVU. THE CHARACTERS FROM SVU ARE MADE AND OWNED BY DICK WOLF. I OWN CHARACTERS I MADE UP LIKE CHARLIE, BROOKLYN, CHARLOETTE, AND SCARLET.
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"Olivia?" Someone calls lightly. Olivia frowns and gets up from her couch to look around. She walks into the hallway and stops short. Charlie stands in the doorway to her front door shaking. Tears run down her face as she stares at Olivia in disbelief.
"Charlie? What are you doing here?" Olivia murmurs, her head feeling fuzzy. Somewhere in the distance she hears people yelling her name.
"W-why? Why did you do this, Olivia?!" Charlie cries out. Olivia notices Charlie's clothes were torn and her legs were bruised.
"Charlie…what…"
Before Olivia could finish her sentence, she heard the click of a gun. "MOVE IT BITCH." A voice commanded and Charlie stumbled forward. Olivia reaches for her gun only to find the holster empty.
"That won't do you much good, sweetheart," a familiar voice sneers, making Olivia freeze. The man behind Charlie pushes her and she falls to the floor. William Lewis smiles at Olivia.
"Hello, beautiful. Missed me?"
"How did you find her?" Olivia demands, looking for a weapon.
"You led her to me, dear," Lewis steps closer to Olivia, making her back up into her wall, "In the end, you're just like me. We have the same wants. The same needs. That's what makes us so compatible." He came closer; He was inches away from her face now. She stares him in the eyes.
"Go to hell," she hisses.
"Oh sweetheart," Lewis clicks his tongue, "You shouldn't have said that."
He points the gun at Charlie before Olivia could react.
Bang.
Olivia woke up with a start. Sweat covered her chest and forehead. She blinked and looked around. Fin and Amanda stood next to the couch with Brian. There was a dictionary on the floor where Fin had dropped it to wake Olivia up. They all looked at her worried.
"Amanda?" Olivia practically whispered and sat up slowly, her head spinning, "I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two days.." her vision blurred, causing her to blink rapidly.
"Fin called me and told me that y'all were short staffed," Amanda sat down next to her, "Olivia, what happened?"
"What do you mean what happened? With what?" Olivia looked at her confused, causing Brian to frown.
"Liv, you were having another nightmare. I was going to get up to go to bed but then you started thrashing on the couch and I had to stay with you the entire night just to make sure you were okay."
"What are you guys doing here?" Olivia turned to Amanda and Fin.
"They started calling you this morning and I answered," Brian replied for them, "I couldn't wake you up. I tried shaking you. I tried yelling at you. I tried everything but you just kept….whimpering.. I answered your phone this morning and told them what was happening. They came right over."
"Liv…..you have to talk to someone… about Lewis… sooner or later…" Fin looked at her gently. Olivia shook her head and ran a hand through her hair.
"I am talking," she lied, "To a therapist. He's really helpful."
"That's good to hear, Liv," Amanda smiled.
"Onto the reason for your phone call this morning," Olivia quickly changed the subject, "What's going on?"
"Oh," Fin frowned, "We are needed at Bellevue. It's urgent."
"Another vic?" Olivia questioned as she hurried into her room to get changed.
"Actually, Olivia, this time is different," Fin called after her. She peaked her head out from her closed door and looked at him questioning.
"We are needed down in the morgue. The man the raped Charlie raped and killed a girl named Brooklyn Cox."
"How do we know that it is the same guy who raped Charlie? And why did he let Charlie live and kill Brooklyn?" Olivia wondered outloud, trying to gather her thoughts together. Fin turned down the street and Bellevue came into view.
"She has the exact same bruising, breakage, and contusions like Charlie," Fin informed her as he parked the car, "There isn't one thing that Charlie has that Brooklyn didn't receive."
They got out of the car and started walking towards the door. Olivia frowned and looked around.
"You did tell the hospital staff to make sure that no one gets into the morgue or even near Brooklyn's body unless they work there, right? We aren't letting this sonofabitch get away with tampering with evidence this time."
"I did, Sergeant," Amanda nodded and looked down at the case file in her hands, "I know I wasn't here when Charlie was attacked but I read the case file on the plane. Now, if I'm correct, this rapist has escalated since his previous attacks. Instead of leaving witnesses he killed Brooklyn."
"Which is what I don't understand," Fin frowned as they turned down a corridor, "Why kill Brooklyn? Obviously he does enough of a beating to make them forget that they were ever attacked."
"How did it go with Charlotte and Scarlet?" Olivia looked at Fin as the three of them entered the elevator.
"Charlotte was left like Charlie was. Made it to the hospital. Bruised and broken. Raped. The only difference is that Charlotte remembers the night he attacked her. Charlie doesn't. Charlotte didn't see his face because he was wearing a mask that night. The only thing she remembers is he has a husky, deep voice and is about 6'3. Scarlet… Scarlet got to the hospital in the matter of a few hours. Her heart stopped beating once during the ride to the hospital but the paramedics were able to revive her. She didn't want to talk to me or Nick."
"So, that leaves us with almost half the male population in New York. Great," Olivia frowned then looked at the medical examiner, "Where is Brooklyn's body?"
The M.E. led them over to a silver table where a sheet covered a body. She pulled the sheet down to revel a pale figure. Brooklyn had auburn hair and couldn't be more than 16 years old. Her skin was covered in bruises and contusions and her head was matted with blood. There was a handprint that wrapped around her neck.
"I don't know why he took the time to strangle her," the young M.E. reported, "The COD was multiple abrasions to the head. One of the blows was fatal."
"Was there any DNA left on her?" Amanda asked.
"The rape kit came back with some DNA but she was smart enough to scratch him. So, we ran the DNA through CODIS but nothing came up."
"How can someone that knows so much about getting around law enforcement not be in the system?" Fin frowned.
Before Olivia could answer, there was a scream and a crash out in the hallway. Amanda, Fin, and Olivia ran out into the hall to see a young girl lying on the floor. A group of nurses were busy around her as a stretcher came rushing down the hallway.
"What happened?" Olivia asked a nurse rushing by her.
"A girl walked in past the staff and somehow got down to this level," the nurse looked over at the group then back at Olivia, "She was stumbling down the hall and begging to find the Special Victims Unit. I was about to go check on her when she fell down. I have to go!" The nurse rushed away.
Olivia walked over to the group as the nurses were helping the young girl onto a stretcher. Her eyes darted around and finally rested on Olivia.
"A-are you Ms. Benson?" She whispered and reached out towards Olivia. Olivia took her hand and nodded.
"Hi sweetie. I'm Sergeant Benson. This is Detective Tutuola and Detective Rollins. Would you mind telling us what happened to you?"
"I…" the young girl paused and took a shaky breath, "He told me to go straight to the Special Victims Unit in Bellevue . I didn't even stop to t-" tears ran down her cheeks and Olivia rubbed the back of her hand gently.
"I was raped," the girl looked at Olivia, "Catherine Hemmingsworth's rapist raped me."