I'm right here....

Chapter 1

Omniscient pov

Kelli and Mariska had just come to the precinct, getting called in for a emergent case. Kelli looks at the clock as they walk in and yawns, gesturing to the clock. "Cragen, mind telling us whats going on?" She asks between yawns. It was roughly 4 a.m. so they all were sleep deprived and on a caffeine withdrawal. Cragen hands the team coffee as he briefs them on the situation.

"we've got a 14 year old Vic, perp is the dad and we still have to find him as he ran when we approached. Vic is scared and has pretty obvious signs of abuse, Mariska you got her?"

Mariska nods and starts to the scene, less than a mile away. She gets there, enters the apartment and sees the girl, still in her battered torn up clothing curled up on the edge of the bed, shivering as a shattered window lets in the bitter cold. Mariska approaches slowly

"Hey sweetie, I'm detective Hargitay, but you can call me Mariska. What's your name? Can you tell me what happened?" Mariska questions softly, crouching to the girl's level.

The girl shivers, her breathing quickening and her eyes filling with tears. "I-I'm Cheylee, a-and h-he t-told m-me, not to tell."

"Honey he won't hurt you. Not ever again, but you have to tell me who he is so that we can get him locked up." Mariska asks, squeezing her shoulder gently. Cheylee doesn't respond right away, only letting out small, terrified whimpers.

"Cheylee sweetness, take a breath. Take a deep breath for me sweetie..."

Mariska wraps a heated blanket and her NYPD jacket around the girl, who suddenly seems small engulfed in the long sleeves of the jacket. Gently she sits up, taking the detectives hand as she is led to the back of the ambulance.

Mariska places her hand on the girl's shoulder, Cheylee looks up and embraces Mariska in a tight hold.

"Please don't make me go back"

" Sweetie, we're gonna get him, you don't have to be afraid. But we can't catch him if you don't tell us who he is and what he did." Mariska gently whispers.

The girl bursts into tears, signing frantically "B-but h-he said h-her k-kill m-me"

Mariska's heart ached for the girl, who is so badly terrified and traumatized.

"Sweetie" Mariska addressed the girl gently, holding out her hand for the girl to take.

"We aren't going to let him hurt you, you can tell us"

Cheylee shook with fear but took Mariska's hand and the two made their way to the hospital.
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"It was my dad" she whispers as I park the squad car in the hospital parking lot.

Frantic signing and whimpering lets me know the girl needs someone now more than ever.

Walking in to the ER, Cheylee shivers and cowers deeply into the detectives jacket.

The nurse calls them back shortly after and at the sound of her name coming from an unfamiliar person Cheylee perks up, but soon whimpers in fear.

" Its okay lovey, they're gonna help you, come on, I won't leave your side." I soothe as she follows the nurse to an exam room.

Ayla, the petite brunette haired nurse, puts her hand on Cheylee's shoulder and ever so gently squeezes before telling her to undress.

Cheylee freezes up, terror from the recent and past trauma and fear overtaking her mind and body in such a way it locks up.

Katie, the nursing student impatiently taps her foot, her bubblegum pink scrubs wrinkling as Cheylee slowly undresses. Ayla waits patiently, handing Cheylee the seperate bags and a paper gown. Her eyes filled with sympathy and understanding.