Olivia smiled across the table at Angie, the young girl who lived in the apartment next door, as she listened to her tell about her day at school. “He’s so cute!” She said, taking another bite of her chicken, “And I’m such a goof, I’m so clumsy, I just don’t know how to get him to notice me.” Angie lived with her dad who often worked late, and Olivia would invite her over to hang out mostly to keep her out of trouble. Olivia felt a fondness for this young girl, and saw a bit of herself in Angie. Much like herself as a teenager, it was Angie’s job to take care of the house, go to school, and take care of her father when he came home drunk.
Olivia studied the girl’s bruises on her neck and parts of those that she could see on Angie’s shoulders. She always felt she should ask, always afraid what would happen if she didn’t. Stop, your thinking like a cop again, she scolded herself. “Angie,” Olivia started, tucking a strand of hair covering Angie’s face behind her ear, “you’re a beautiful girl, and one day he will see how special you are, and if he doesn’t well then he’s a loser.” Angie looked up, her bright blue eyes twinkling, her lips slowly broke into a smile.
“You really think so? That I’m ya know… pretty and special?”
“Of chores I do!” Olivia said laughing, she got up and walked over to Angie’s chair bending down so she was at eye level, “You are very special, and very very pretty, and don’t you dare let anybody else tell you different. Understand?” Angie nodded, her face was so beautiful when she smiled, and Olivia wished Angie could smile forever. Olivia wrapped Angie in a tight hug.
“Thanks” Angie whispered, Olivia smiled and they both pulled out of the hug.
There were heavy footsteps coming from the hall. Angie’s face fell with realization of who it was. She looked at Olivia helplessly, wanting so bad not to have to go. They both listened as they heard the doors from Angie’s apartment slammed repeatedly.
“ANGIE” came the angry voice, Angie stood automatically. The hot tears burned behind her eyes, she turned to Olivia.
“I better go.” She said looking at her feet.
Olivia hugged her, “If you need anything ever, just call me, I’m always here for you okay?” Angie nodded and she let the girl go. She ran out the door, and Olivia watched where she had stood, lingering for a moment. Olivia walked over to the table and began to clean up. Something inside her was telling her that something was wrong. But what could it be? She had meet Angie’s dad before, and he was a really nice guy. She had asked Angie if her dad ever hurt her in any way and Angie had said no, every time she had asked.
She finished cleaning up and went to bed. She sat in the dark of her room for the longest time, she was not really the religious type, nor the praying type for that matter. But tonight she closed her eyes and folded her head, “Dear lord,” She paused searching for words, “Please, save her.” That was all she could think to say, and with that she went to bed.


The call came in around one in the morning, “Hey Liv.” It was Elliot, she could almost hear him smile, “you up yet?”
“Yeah, been up for hours.” She said groggily, sitting up in bed, “What’s going on?”
“Domestic violence call came in about half hour ago, when police arrived on the scene, found a little girl raped and beaten, called in SVU.”
“Where does captin want me??”
“On the floor, the address is 40077 east 56th street apt. 34”
Olivia froze, her heart racing, she dropped the phone. She raced out the door, and too her horror, Angie’s room was taped off, cops were all over the place. She rushed in, “Angie, Angie!” She called. Another officer on duty came up to her, ma’am Im afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave this is a crime scene.
“I’m detective Olivia Benson, from SVU, tell me what’s going on here.” She demanded.
The officer nodded and stepped aside and walked her through the scene, “An anonyms call came in, when cops arrived on the scene a 15 year-old female was found on the ground, severely beaten and raped. She was home alone at the time. She was conscious and told officers she did not see who attacked her.” Olivia knew that was crap, her gut was right, she knew Angie knew who did this.
“Is she okay?” Olivia asked, the officer looked down at his feet. “Officer! I asked you a question, Is she okay?”
“I’m not sure, M.E. said it would be a miracle if she survives.”

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Olivia suddenly felt light headed and stumbled backwards. She felt strong arms grab her and keep her standing. Once she regained her balance she turned to see who was holding her.
“Are you alright?” Olivia looked into those unforgettable blue eyes, and smiled. “Liv? Are you alright?” She suddenly snapped back into reality, remembering where she was and what was happening. Her smile quickly vanished.
“El, Angie, she’s…. she’s…..” Elliot knew about Olivia’s protectiveness over Angie, and he suddenly realized why the address was familiar to him. It was Olivia’s building. This must be Angie’s apartment. Oh god, the way she talks about that little girl. He pulled her in close hugging her tight. “Shhhh..” he cooed, “It’s okay.” He knew what was going on and the status of the girl. But in all seriousness of the situation he could not help but to stop and think about how right it felt holding Olivia in his arms.
“El, How could I not see this coming? I asked her over and over, I should have seen this, I should have known. “ She sobbed
“Liv, you know as well as I do that kids always have way of hiding their pain. Nobody saw it.”
“But I should have!” She yelled, pulling away from him, “I knew something was wrong and I did nothing!” Her knees suddenly felt weak and she fell to the ground. “I should have seen this, I should have done something.” She repeated to herself over and over again. Elliot knelt down next to her, putting his hand on her back. He was at a loss for words.
Munch was examining the scene and had not noticed the event that had just taken place. “You know the name Angie is Greek for heavenly messenger.” He looked around for Olivia expecting her to quip at him. But he saw her on the floor crying instead. The look in Elliot’s eyes told him what was going on. He went over to her. “You know Liv, the systems broken and even if you had tried to do something, it would have just pissed whoever was hurting her off, and undoubtedly lead to another beating. But maybe the reason why you didn’t was because this way you could keep her here with you. Because you could d more for her by being a friend than by trust the stupid system.”
Olivia and Elliot exchanged glances that was completely out of charter for munch. The captain walked over and saw Olivia’s tear stained face. He too knew, people could read Olivia like a book. “Olivia, your too close to this case, you need to go home.”
“Cap’t no, I can’t I need to be on this case.” She pleaded with him
“And that is exactly why, Liv I know you live in this building, it would break periodical to let you stay on, because even if you didn’t know this girl you still would be pulled off.” He saw the protest forming on her lips, “Go home now detective, give me your gun and go home!”
Olivia pulled her gun off and pushed it into Captain Cragens hand. And stormed out of the room.
She went back into her own room and flung herself onto her bed. Please lord, save her. Don’t let her die. She heard the bedroom door open and soft footsteps walk over to the bedside. Olivia already knew who it was. Elliot sat down on the bed, and rubbed her back. Olivia rolled over and sat up. “What are you doing here?” She asked “You should be over there processing the scene.”
“I took off for this case, I told cragen I needed a break and he gave it to me.”
“So you came here?”
“Liv, you needed me.” Elliot replied
God how I want to hold her. Elliot thought, I want to be with her forever. “Liv laying here crying won’t do you any good. Let’s go to the hospital.” Olivia’s face was baring the question of why, “Right now that little girl is hurting, and she has nobody. She needs you right now.” Olivia nodded and grabbed her coat and went out the door.
She will only need me if she’s alive

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Olivia rushed through the doors of the hospital with Elliot at her heels. She marched right up to the desk, “There was a girl brought in here severely beaten and raped. Where is she?” Olivia demanded. The nurse looked up at her blankly.
“ma’am take a seat and someone will be along to help you shortly.” She said in a monotone.
“JUST TELL ME WHERE SHE IS DAMNIT!!” Olivia screamed at her. Elliot stepped up behind her placing a hand on her shoulder. Olivia broke down and began to cry, Elliot pulled out his badge.
“Det. Elliot Stabler of SVU, I need to know where that girl is.” Elliot folded his badge up and put away, pulling Olivia into him. He watched the nurse punch some keys into the computer.
“She's in Trauma, if you take a seat someone will come get you when shes moved into a room.”
Elliot lead Olivia to a couch where they both sat down.
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Olivia sat on Angie’s bed, watching her while she slept. She looked just like an angel, so peaceful. Olivia stroked Angie’s dark brown hair, placing her hand on her cheek. Elliot sat in one of the chairs in the room, He watched Olivia, god she had never looked more beautiful.
Angie stirred, slowly sitting up in bed. “"shh..baby, take it easy now."”
“"What, what happened? What’s going on… Olivia? What are you doing here?"
“"Angie, you were badly hurt, and I think you know what I’m talking about. Why didn’t you tell me?"”
Angie shook her head, “"No, wait. Why are you here?"”
Olivia gave a small smile, “"Because you need me and I care about you. Now please Angie, tell me what happened? Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?"”
Angie looked away, ashamed. “"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."” Angie lied, a few hot tears burned her cheeks.
Olivia looked over to Elliot and gave him a look that asked him to leave. She watched as he exited the room. “"Angie, the nurse found signs of long term sexual abuse. She says this is not the first time that you’ve been raped. Not by a long shot." Olivia waited for Angie to talk, not wanting to push her. She gentle wiped the tears away from her face. After what seemed like hours, angie finally spoke.
“"There are a lot of reasons I didn’t tell you."” She paused again. Angie knew that Olivia wanted an answer. “"I thought you wouldn’t care."” Angie finally met Olivia’s eyes, there was hurt written all over them.

“"And I was trying to protect you."


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“There are a lot of reasons I didn’t tell you.” She paused again. Angie knew that Olivia wanted an answer. “I thought you wouldn’t care.” Angie finally met Olivia’s eyes, there was hurt written all over them. “And I was trying to protect you.”

“Protect me?” Olivia said alarmed, “From what?” Olivia was dumb founded. “Angie, protect me from what?” Angie turned away so Olivia could not see her face. “Angie, if someone is hurting you I can help.
Angie snapped back around to face Olivia, her face stained with tears. “No you CAN’T!!” Angie screamed, “YOU CANT! NOBODY CAN HELP ME NOBODY CAN SAVE ME!!!” She closed her eyes, then continued in a calm voice, “All you can do is get hurt, and when you do it’ll be my fault, so just leave it alone okay?”
“I can’t leave it alone, somebody is hurting you. Let me help, I can help you.”
Angie paused for a moment, and then shook her head. “No, nobody is hurting me, I’m fine, I’m okay.” Angie forced a smile, “Really, I am.”
“Don’t give me-“ Olivia started, but the door opened,
“Angie? Sweetie, are you okay?” A man walked into the room and rushed to her bedside. “Baby what happened?” He finally seemed to notice Olivia for the first time. “Excuse me who are you and what are you doing here?”
“I’m Megan Smith,” Olivia lied, “I just needed to ask Angie a few questions about the incident.” Olivia rose to stand, and so did the man. “Who are you?”
“I’m Angie’s father. What did she tell you?”
“I didn’t tell her anything, I just fell, that’s all.” Angie looked to her father for approval and in return received a look of disgust. Angie seemed to shrink in the bed.
“That’s right she just fell, now get out of my daughter’s room.” Olivia made no move to leave. “I said GET OUT” he yelled at her. Olivia stood her ground and Elliot, hearing what was going on inside opened the door and appeared a few feet behind Olivia.
“Come on, let’s go.” Olivia turned to look at him, giving him a look like she wanted to kill him. Elliot motioned his head towards the door, “Let’s go.” He repeated. Olivia reluctantly gave in and followed Elliot outside.
“What the hell did you do that for. You know as well as I do just by looking at that man that he was the one that hurt her.”
“Yes, but looks don’t count for much in court, I know he’s hurting her too, but we can’t do anything Liv. I just saved you from having a restraining order or something.” Olivia starred at him for a moment, then got into the car without a word.
The two rode in silence for a while. “Where are we going?” Olivia finally asked.
“To the station. I figured you might want to know where they are on the case.” Elliot looked over and smiled at her, taking her hand and giving it a light squeezed. Olivia’s stomach fluttered and she smiled back.

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I watched Olivia leave the room, every bit of my gut screaming at he to tell her what was happening to me. Every bit of me wanted her to save me. But as I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder I knew not to make a sound. As soon as the door closed he smacked me in the face. “You little bitch.” He voice was soft but angry. “I’m going to see if I can clean up your mess and get us the f**k out of here.” He walked out the door and less than 15 mins. Later he came back with a nurse.
“Okay, I can’t discharge her, she still needs to be monitored.”
“No, I can do that.” He said in a loving tone, “I want to take my baby girl home, so she can rest in her own room.” My dad could be so charming, and I could tell he had charmed the nurse by the look in her eye. She nodded her head and pick up my chart. She wrote down some stuff and began removing the tubes from her.
I slowly sat up on bed, knowing full well what I was going to go back to. “You take good care of your dad now,” She said smiling at me.
“I will.” I laughed, playing our little game. She smiled at me then walked out.
I looked to my dad, afraid to make a move. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm. “Let’s go.” He said, pulling me hard. I knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. I tried to keep up, because I knew that if I fell, that would just make him angrier. People in the hall stopped to stare, I could feel their eyes on me, but never really thought about it. All I knew was that if this was so wrong, why did they just watch, why didn’t they help me?
I closed my eyes for a moment, saying a silent prayer.