Low Rent Whore

One Of Their Own

"Where's Kat? She's never late"

Second Grade Detective, Amanda Rollins had to admit that she'd grown rather attached to the youngest member of their squad.. and the first to admit that she was more punctual than Amanda had ever been.

Her partner, Odafin Tutuola was on the phone and he held a finger up to indicate that he'd answer her as soon as he was done there. It was about that same time that their Captain emerged from her office, eyes searching the squad room for Kat as well.

"Bad news.. Club rape last night, hate crime"

Benson sighed, running her hands through her dark waves, she nodded toward her two detectives.

"You two go check it out.. I'll try Kat"

No Inhibitions

391 West 52nd Street

Saturday, April 25th

"Janitor found her this morning, discarded like the morning trash. It's disgusting"

Rollins and Fin exchanged a look.

"How did no one see her last night?"

Her partner's no nonsense, straight to the point tone caused the blonde to gently swat him on the shoulder and offer him a scolding look. He gave her the side eye in return.

"It's pretty dark out here and we don't usually take our trash out until morning.. we didn't want to move her, she looked pretty hurt. Her um- her underwear were gone and her dress was hiked up. We figured we ought to call you guys"

The manager led the two detectives down an alleyway, kicking some bags of trash out of their way as he did so. The woman's feet were the first thing to come into view, one shoe on one shoe gone. She was lying unconscious on another black garbage bag, hair mostly shielding her bruised and bloodied face.

"My god.. is that?"

Fin looked to his partner, not believing what his eyes were showing him.

"Kat.."

Amanda said softly, confirming what Fin did not say. She knelt, searching the rookies neck for a pulse. She looked up at Fin, nodding.

"She's alive, call a bus"

Mercy General Hospital

365 West 32nd Street

Saturday, April 25th

"Fin, Rollins! What happened?"

Benson's footfalls were light but the tone of her voice was dripping with concern, she stopped in front of a pissed off Fin and Amanda who was currently pacing the floor of the lobby. Both seemed agitated and Olivia couldn't blame them, not after what they'd witnessed. It was always harder when it was someone close to them.. Always.

"She was unconscious when we got there, she was beaten pretty bad. There was a lot of blood loss, she may be out for a bit"

The Captain cursed under her breath following her detective's words, she too now paced the floor.

"You're both making me dizzy.."

Both women shot him a glance but neither said a word, his anger was not directed toward them. After a minute Liv stopped, turning to Fin. He straightened up in response to her nonverbal cue.