Unlikely

Cariño...

Rafael's POV
I walked into the interrogation room where she was sitting, she looked terrible. Her face was patchy, her hair was tangled, she was wearing such a tight dress that barely covered anything that I had a hard time believing this was actually Naomi.
"Rafi..."
"No," I wasn't going to let her get my sympathy right now. "Just tell me why you left?"
She practically laughed right in my face, "Left? He took me and you never bothered to look!"
"Never bothered to look? Carisi and I looked for well over a month before Benson and the others told us it was no use. The texts brought too much reasonable doubt." I couldn't look at her, I stared down and re-ran the evidence in my head. She looked like she was going to cry so I blurted out what I had to say before I had to watch. "We have to charge you."
"What? No, I just like," She blinked back the few tears I had seen form in her eyes. "He made me! I didn't leave, he had a key and-"
"How'd he have a key Naomi?" I almost laughed at her childish eye-roll, almost.
She motioned towards the window, "Weren't you watching? Like from there?"
I shook my head and stood, knowijg we were getting no where. "You were arrested for drug charges and you'll be held for them."
"No Rafi," She grabbed my arm and I almost started to cry. "Please, you can't do this."
I shook off her grip and exited before she could get another word in.
If she really didn't want to go with him, she had a funny way of showing it. Besides, Carisi had to let go of his grudge towards me since we found her in a situation she put herself in. She put herself there, right?
After I watched Olivia inform her she could stay in a hotel and wouldn't be charged, Rollins advised me to just go back to my office.
So, me not being in the mood to reply with snarky comments, I went back to my office. I could barely do any work since I was too caught up in thinking about what could've drove Naomi to such a horrid lifestyle. She had just passed the bar, she could've gotten such a good job and done something with her life.
Just as my thoughts spiraled as deep into self-pity as I thought possible; Ring ring.
"Barba."
"Benson. Listen, Naomi is staying in the hotel on west 58th. Tomorrow morning I'm going to need you to set aside your anger towards her or Nevada and inform them both on where this could go, legally."
I couldn't bother myself to think of a decent reply, "Okay."
"I'm sorry counselor." And with that, she hung up. Leaving me once again feel sorry for myself.

Naomi's POV
"Rafael, what are you doing here?" He was in the same suit from earlier and looked even worse. I watched him push his way past me into the bathroom of my room with what looked like a bloody nose. "Are you okay?"
He was splashing water in his face, not bothering to answer my question as I walked and stood beside him.
I watched him clean his nose and lip before he finally turned to me. "Tell me the truth, okay?"
Nod.
"Did you leave, or were you taken?" He carelessly wiped off the blood/water mixture dripping from his chin on the sleeve of his suit jacket and looked at me.
I look down at my feet and inhale deeply, "He took me from your apartment, but after what seemed like forever of him forcing me to do," I looked up at him and half smiled, "things. After that, I just gave in and stopped fighting it. I never thought I'd be out of his grasp again."
He pulled me into a tight hug with his arms around my waist. His hands left wet hand-prints in my shirt. I didn't want to move and I was already sobbing at this point.
I let him carry me to the bed and tuck me in like a child, expecting him to cuddle next to me. Instead, he kissed me on the forehead and left, didn't even tell me how the bloody-nose happened.