Hello sweet people, I'm back and I come bearing an equally sweet and happy chapter so I hope you all like it because I worked really hard to bring some sunshine and light into this dark story and if you believe that, then Dick Wolf is my uncle and I'm actually a princess. But seriously,light is coming… just not yet. Wait for it. Y'all know the usual disclaimers and they all apply here - Dick's is Dick's and mine is mine, enjoy!

*chapter contains rape, incest and violence*

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"You do realize that you wouldn't be able to talk to Benson before morning – if she'll even agree to speak with you at all." Chief Arlow reminded Sam, handing the young man a cup of coffee as they sat in his small office.

"Yes sir, I do." Sam graciously thanked Arlow as he accepted the cup of steaming liquid from the man and took a cautious sip before setting the cup down on the old, worn mahogany desk.

"You wanna give me the details?" Arlow asked, taking a sip from his own cup.

"I'm afraid there's not much I can tell you until after I speak with Sergeant Benson."

"Why is that?"

"It's complicated." Sam answered simply. There was a war raging inside him, fighting between doing what he knew was the right thing and protecting the father he loved even if right now he didn't like him very much and it was tearing him apart.

"How did you some across this information you have?"

"I… My father..."

"Your father? And how did he get involved in this?"

Sam was silent for a long moment; one in which he wanted to run out the toor and never look back, a moment where he wished with all his heart that tonight had never happened, that he had never found his father in that house and that his father had never told him what Sheriff Holmes had forced him to do to Olivia because the images would never leave his head.

"Sir, my father…my father and Lucius Holmes were good friends and I..."

"You...?"

"I found out that my father may have been... He may have been a participant in some of what happened to that woman."

"Some of?"

"He... You know, maybe, maybe coming here was a bad idea, I..." Sam stammered as he moved to stand up

"Sam, hold on. Now you obviously came here because you want to do the right thing, you wanna help Sergeant Benson because you know that what was done to her... Sam please, how might your father have been involved in this?"

Sam sighed before reclaiming his seat and began fidgeting with the coffee cup that he had placed upon Arlow's desk as he tried to find the words to explain to the Chief.

"Sheriff Holmes...my father says Sheriff Holmes forced him at gunpoint to have...to be...intimate with her."

"With Sergeant Benson?"

"Yes sir."

"...and did he say why Holmes would force him to do this?" Arlow couldn't recall Olivia ever having mentioned such a situation though he knew that it was common for victims traumatized by rape to have memory gaps and with Olivia having been held in that house a little over three months, perhaps this was one of the things that had yet to come back to her. With this in mind he listened objectively to what Sam had to say.

"He said that Holmes called him to the house three days ago to stitch up a wound."

"To...?"

"...my father used to be a doctor, and well, the townsfolk call him when...anyway, my father says he got to Holmes place and..."

Arlow sat quietly listening, his stomach turning as Sam recounted word for word the story that his father had told him and as he listened he couldn't help putting together the pieces of Olivia's statement.

"...and I need to know from her if my father is telling the truth." Sam concluded

"Sam I wanna show you a picture..." Arlow said as he reached for a file on his desk. "I want you to tell me if you recognize the man you see." He said as he removed a photo from the folder and slid it across the desk to the young man who recognized it right away.

"Why do you have a picture of my father?"

"This man is your father?"

"Yes sir. Where did you get this?"

"From a video that was found in the house where Sergeant Benson was held against her will for three months. This still is from a recording made eight weeks ago." Arlow informed a shocked Sam before pulling others from the file and placing them on top of the first.

"These are from two weeks ago and this one, three days ago."

"But how is that possible? My father said..."

"Your father lied. We showed these pictures to Benson and she identified this man as someone that she knew only as "Doc"."

"That's his nickname but..."

"Son I could get in a heap of trouble for telling you any of this, but Lucius Holmes never forced your father to do anything. According to Sergeant Benson, this man not only raped her on three separate occasions - of his own volition in the last two of those three months, but says he also took part in gang raping her twice and I'm inclined to believe her."

"Sam… You said your father didn't know I was inside the house; had he been there while…?"

"Yeah, a few times, Doc and him were old buddies"

"Doc?"

He remembered the terror in Olivia's voice when she said his father's name and suddenly he felt as if his whole world had collapsed beneath him. He sat there in that chair in Arlow's office shocked to his core, unable to speak, unable to move, and quickly turning a sickly-pale white.

"My..." Was all he could utter as his eyes filled with tears that he couldn't stop from falling.

"Sam, we need to bring your father in for questioning if we have any hope of finding the rest of the men who assaulted this woman. Holmes is dead, he escaped his justice but we can't let the rest of them..." His tone was soft, empathetic. Sam was in turmoil, Arlow could clearly see it and tried his best to make this as easy as he could for the young man, except there was no easy in discovering that your own father was a vile, despicable predator. Yet still, in spite of this; in spite of Sam's first instinct to protect the man who had loved and raised him, his second instinct to do the right thing was even stronger. It didn't matter that this was his father, no one deserved the hell Olivia had been put through and he wished in this moment that someone had done the right thing for Ashley... God, Ashley... After knowing what someone had done to his own daughter how could my father... It was too much to comprehend and he couldn't fall apart, not now, not when he knew what he had to do. And it was with this in mind that he swallowed the lump that had settled in his chest and sniffed back his tears before looking Arlow in the eye.

"I'll take you to him."

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After their moment of reminiscing about Ashley, Doc told Grace that he needed a little time alone, that he wanted to go for a drive to clear his head but little did Grace know, her husband's idea of "clearing his head" was to make sure that his victim wouldn't be around to identify him.

He'd dressed in his old scrubs and coat, changing in the garage and grabbing his stethoscope, his old hospital badge and his bag before getting into his car. At this hour there was no traffic, he'd get to the hospital in Lancaster in no time, and he thought about Ashley the whole ride there and wondered how much more devastated Grace would have been had she known that Ashley had been pregnant when she left.

His visits with Ashley had become a weekly thing, going to her room every Wednesday night while her mother was away at bible study and he'd always find a reason to get Sam out of the house as well. When Wednesdays would roll around, Ashley would find herself filled with dread to the point of making herself physically ill and when seven pm would come, everything in her wanted to beg her mother not to leave but she remembered what her father had told her – if she gave her mom or brother any reason to be suspicious, there would be hell to pay for all of them. And so, instead of going to her mother for the protection she so desperately needed from her father, she suffered the anguish of having to watch her only salvation walk out the door week after week and unknowingly leave her at her father's mercy.

By the third week, he had graduated to forcing his daughter to watch porn and act out the things she saw. she vomited the first time he forced her to take him in her mouth and as punishment, he held her face in it and reveled in listening to her cry while he did her from behind. As the weeks passed, his visits to her increased and he was seeing her as much as three times a week. Finding that it was easier if he did it outside of the house, he and sheriff Holmes had been carrying on with their perverse behavior for a few years now and he had been bragging to the man about what a sweet piece of ass his baby girl was. Harlan immediately insisted that Doc use his place to have more access to her on the condition that he got to have her at least one night a week. Doc agreed and he would force Ashley to lie to her mother that she had plans with friends and then he'd drive to Harlan's place where he, or Harlan or both of them would have their way with her before dragging her back home and forcing her to put on an act for her mom and brother that everything was okay.

Doc was the first to find out. Since all of this started, he'd regularly have Ashley take home pregnancy tests to keep himself a step ahead of the game. If she were to fall pregnant, the plan was abortion and life would carry on but he didn't count on that positive test pushing Ashley over the edge. Nor did he count on waking up one morning in the middle of the night, three days later to a hysterical wife. She had gotten up to check on her daughter, she thought that Ashley had a stomach virus this past week and refused to let her out of her sight until she was feeling better and stayed with her around the clock, Ashley had never felt so safe but taking that test destroyed the girl, she didn't even know who'd fathered the child she was carrying but she knew that she didn't want to abort the baby, and her father would surely force her to; he'd already made plans.

That night after everyone had gone to sleep, Ashley packed a small bag, grabbed al the money she'd saved from allowances and babysitting then wrote her mother a letter and left it on the pillow where she knew her mom would find it. The pages of the letter were heavily stained with the young girls' tears that fell onto the paper as she wrote it. She told her mother that she'd been raped and couldn't live with it anymore and had to leave. By the time Grace found the letter at three in the morning, Ashley had been long gone. Grace called the police while Doc took the car and drove around to see if he could find her, he did, an hour later. She was on the road, trying to hitchhike her way out of town and when she noticed that it was her father's car, she tried to run but he caught up to her and forced her into the car where he, in a panic drove her to Harlan's house where they decided to keep her locked up as their sex slave all the while pretending to grieve with his wife and son, pretending not to know where their daughter was while Harlan conducted and screwed up the investigation into her disappearance.

"Poor Gracie, you were right about that light extinguishing after Ashley left." He said to himself with mock sympathy.

It was two weeks to the day. Ashley had decided to fight back and Doc and "Lucius" assaulted her horribly to teach her a lesson– violent sex and beatings until her young body gave up, and by the time they stopped and locked her back in her room she had begun to miscarry, hemorrhaging and bleeding to death alone in that room before her body ever had a chance to expel the fetus. She screamed, begging again and again for her father to take pity and help her but there was no one there to hear her cries. The next morning when they found her, Harlan dug a grave in the dirt floor of his old barn and he and Doc threw the child's body in and never looked back.

"No time for what could've been!" he said menacingly and sped on to his destination.

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Doc hadn't set foot in this place in over ten years and was thankful that pretty much everyone he'd worked with back then was gone. He'd been a private practice doctor but often found himself here when his patients required hospitalization. As usual this time of night, the information desk was left unattended and Doc helped himself to the computer, quickly typing in Olivia's name to find her room and heading up.

He stepped off the elevator and the few young nurses who were on duty paid him no mind as he walked through the dimly lit halls, the sound of his own footsteps deafening against the quiet even in spite of his sneaker-clad feet. He reached the section of the hall where Olivia's room was and quickly scurried out of sight when he saw the door open and a slender, dark haired Latino man exit. The man stopped and stood in front of the door while he pulled his phone from his pocket and, Doc assumed, sent a text message to someone before returning the phone to his pocket and making his way down the hall in the opposite direction to the small waiting area and Doc parked himself to make sure that the coast was clear for him to slip into Olivia's room.

He'd known all along that Harlan recorded what they did in that basement room – whenever they got a new girl, Harlan recorded everything and kept a ledger of all participants as insurance against anyone ever going to the police about their activities and it was no different with Olivia, the camera was rolling for the entirety of both group nights as well as upstairs the times that Doc had been alone with her and had he been thinking clearly, he'd have realized that whatever trail Harlan had left behind was in police custody and made no bearing on what Olivia said or didn't say so harming her would make no difference one way or another, the police had all the evidence they needed to put him away – to put all of them away but Doc wasn't thinking clearly, he was thinking like a desperate man and desperation always trumped logic and it was with this desperation that after watching her door for fifteen minutes, he took the final steps to close the gap between himself and his target; intending to shut her up for good!

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"She okay?" Elliot asked, giving Nick a cup of coffee as he took a seat. He'd just handed cups of the brew to Brian and Don as Nick walked in and he now took a sip from his own cup as he settled into the chair.

"Yeah…still sleeping. Thanks man." He said as he accepted the cup and took a seat.

"Any idea on when they'll let her out of here?" Brian asked.

"A couple days..." Nick supposed.

"I don't know man, I just think being here, so close to where everything… I just think she'd do a lot better if she could get home back to familiar surroundings; her home, her job…" Suddenly realizing what he'd said, Brian, along with the rest of the room went quiet for a long moment.

"She won't have a job with SVU anymore will she?" He asked with a sigh.

"I don't even wanna think what that might do to her." Elliot said angrily. This job…for Liv, it's her life! She's traumatized but this would have only made her more determined to put these fuckers away!"

"But she never will again because now NYPD sees her as a risk; it was hard enough after Lewis, but now there's no way they're gonna trust her with victims, all they'll see is a woman with a score to settle!" Nick was livid as he began pacing the small room. He did it… that son of a bitch did what his psycho son couldn't and took absolutely everything from her!" Nick turned and hit the wall before storming out of the waiting area, deciding that he needed fresh air.

"Amaro…" Brian called after him.

"Let him go." Don said patiently with a sigh, fully understanding Nick's anger at the situation. He'd never wanted to take a drink more than he did at this moment.

"Junior's a hothead." Elliot observed, his eyes following the younger man.

"...remind you of anyone?" Don smirked as he stood and excused himself to go to the bathroom, none of them aware of the danger lurking in Olivia's room.

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She felt pressure on her chest as if there were a weight holding her down and she was unable to move as panic seeped in and her mind began screaming, telling her to wake up from whatever new nightmare she was having. Unfortunately, the strength of the sedative she'd been given made it hard to cut through the haze and nearly impossible to rouse herself from her deep sleep but eventually she was able to and when she opened her eyes…

"Listen to me, whore!" Doc whispered angrily on top of her, straddling her torso. Olivia struggled beneath him, his huge, hairy hand clamped tightly over her mouth so that she was unable to scream, and her arms pinned at her sides, held in place by Doc's thighs. She couldn't move and tears spilled down the sides of her face while absolute terror gripped her from inside. This wasn't happening. He wasn't here and any minute, she would really wake up and everything would be alright.

"Stop fighting or I'll give you more of what you got the last time I saw this gorgeous face…" he gave a wicked grin as she felt the unmistakable cold steel of the barrel of a gun against her temple.

She knew now that this was actually happening and her heart began pounding even harder against her ribcage as she felt the gun now trailing up her thigh. "You remember how much you loved it inside you, huh? You screamed like you didn't want it but I know you loved it; stretched that pretty cunt so good it's a wonder that Lucius was able to fuck you once I was done! You want it again don't you baby?"

She remembered too well the blinding pain Doc had inflicted on her just days ago, he'd torn her and she felt herself rip and Oh God! she squeezed her eyes shut to block out the memory while trying just as hard to tell herself that this wasn't happening in spite of knowing and that it was, and forcing herself to obey and stop struggling. But there was nothing she could do about the tremors that shook her body with such force even her teeth chattered as she sobbed beneath Doc's hand. He loved the absolute power he brandished in this moment. He could smell her fear and it made his dick hard while making Olivia nauseous at feeling his erection against her stomach and her mind began racing, wondering why no one was coming to help her.

"You spoiled the fun, running away before the real fun could even get started…I had such plans for you and the little one. Lucius promised her to me if it was a girl." He recalled wistfully as he pressed his hard on against her small bump and began rocking back and forth against it, creating friction against his penis and loving the feeling this contact gave him. It took everything in Olivia to force back the bile that was now in her throat.

"...he was just gonna start over till you gave him that boy, you know. But now nobody gets anything because like all women, you had to be a selfish whore and run. I hate having my fun spoiled, but I hate having my freedom threatened even more. I won't go down like Lucius did, you hear me you filthy slut?"

Olivia was crying so hard beneath his hand that she was starting to hyperventilate but was terrified of trying to fight him off because she knew he'd make good on his threat.

"Such a shame you gotta go...you were one of the best fucks I ever had! But don't worry, I'll make it painless...after I make it feel good one last time." He grinned with a lick to his lips while she frantically shook her head 'no' trying to force her breathing to steady before she blacked out.

"Now I'm gonna take my hand away, but bitch if you scream, so help me god I will make you regret it. We clear?"

God please not again...please! She prayed in her head, but only found herself crying harder when she felt the gun between her legs, pressing at her opening.

"If you need help, I can help you..." Suddenly she was back there, in that beach house and could feel his arms as he effortlessly lifted her from the bed then shoved her toward the bathroom, she could feel his hands roaming, fingers exploring before being replaced with cold steel...

When she didn't answer he roughly shoved the barrel of the gun inside her and twisted it, causing her to snap out of her flashback with a muffled cry against his hand as her body jerked in response to the pain.

"Are we clear?" He asked again menacingly, shoving the gun in deeper, satisfied when she nodded yes. She would have agreed to anything in this moment to make the pain stop. "Good girl." He cooed as he withdrew the gun and licked the barrel before he shoved it in his back pocket then slowly removed his hand from Olivia's mouth. He had barely gotten it off before she let loose and began screaming like a banshee at the top of her lungs.

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The scream cut through the air, quickly reaching the small waiting area and making Brian and Elliot, snap to attention

"What the hell?!" Brian cried

"Liv!" Elliot's heart dropped to his feet as he sprang from his chair and dashed toward Olivia's room, Brian right behind him.

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Meanwhile Arlow and Sam had just arrived at the hospital and after shuffling their way through the press who were still camped outside, they entered the lobby. After leading Arlow to their home and not finding his father there, Sam feared that his dad may have fled and used the geo locator on his father's phone to find him. Neither of them would be prepared for the scene they were about to walk into.

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"Shut up!" Doc demanded as his fist flew across her face, drawing blood from her nose then began choking her with one hand while pressing the other over her mouth but it was already too late and before he could reach for the gun in his back pocket the door to the room flew open, and an enraged Elliot snatched Doc by the neck with both hands and slammed the portly man to the floor, nearly taking Brian out in the process and breaking Doc's shoulder on impact. Elliot didn't bat an eye at the man's agonizing cry of pain as his bones shattered and proceeded to mercilessly beat him, smashing Doc's face with his fists blow after blow while Olivia curled herself into a fetal position, too traumatized to move or speak.

"Liv?" Brian looked over at Olivia then back at Elliot – Liv needed him but there was no doubt in his mind that Elliot would kill the man he was beating if Brian didn't intervene and with everything that had happened, a man being beaten to death… There was blood flying everywhere and Brian even thought he saw teeth on the floor. He quickly hit the call button and tried to break up the melee.

"Stabler, c'mon man, that's enough!" he yelled as he attempted to pull Elliot away from the stranger who was a hit away from being unconscious but Elliot couldn't be stopped and continued to pummel Doc as Brian continued trying to disengage the men, medical personnel running into the room and trying to help stop the fight.

"I got this, help her!" Brian demanded and was thankful when Don, Nick and Fin ran in, all having heard the commotion on their way back from their respective locations. "Don't just stand there, help me!" Brian yelled frantically. Elliot was now choking the man to death and it took the four of them to pry him loose and once they did, all of them stood in horrified, everyone silently blaming themselves for what just happened and Fin quickly going to Olivia to assure her that it was over and she was safe.

"I'm not! If he came back the rest of them will...why didn't I just die in that house?" she sobbed in his arms and just like that, Brian, Nick, Don and Elliot found out that it hadn't just been Harlan, Olivia had been assaulted by multiple assailants, this fucker who lay bleeding on the floor being one of them, and if they thought they were sick with rage and shock now, if they'd had knowledge of what Fin knew, they'd all be in jail for murder!

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Next chapter we get back to NYC, check in on Bronwyn and Doc causes more upset.