Low Rent Whore

Fractured Mind, Wounded Soul

"How could I have let this happen? I'm stronger than this.."

A shaking hand ran through dark tresses as the figure on the bed fought to come to terms with this new reality. Her boss had since traded places with the blonde detective who had broken the news.

"None of this was your fault, Kat.. you were drugged, that's why you felt drunk. You were in no position to fight back, not with how much was in your system."

Black waves shook with her head, the hair that was normally in a ponytail now cascaded, dishelved, down her back. Blood matted parts of it and it smelled less than pleasent, the morning trash having done a number on the locks. The Captain reached to take the rookie's hand but Kat wanted none of it, she shook her head and pulled her hand away from her side instead placing it on her lap.

"N-No I- I had it with me all night, I never let it out of my sight.. I know better."

Kat's mind was working overtime, her words were jumbled as her fractured mind tried to figure out what had transpired.

"Oh my God.. The bartender! It had to have been"

Dark eyes found those of her boss, holding their gaze. Before she could get another word out there or the elder could counter with her own words, a knock to the doorframe caused both to turn. A nurse stood there beside another woman, she held a clipboard and gestured to the woman beside her. Katriona smiled.

"Lakira"

"We're ready for you now but your friend here was very persistent."

Newbie flinched, her head whipping back around to face Olivia who's eyes held an unspoken apology.

"I've gotta get back"

It was Lakira who stopped her, wrapping her hand around the Captain's wrist and locking eyes with her.

"Find the bastard who did this to her.. Promise me."

"I will. You have my word"

Office of Bureau Chief Vanessa Hadid

1 Hogan Place

Saturday, April 25th

"And your Officer? She's credible?"

Every head in the room turned toward Hadid so quick they surely had collective whiplash. The fuck kinda question was that?

"She was found passed out on a trash bag. Alcohol levels were low, she was sufficiently drugged up. Of course she's credible, she's one of us!"

Amanda placed her hand to her partners shoulder, the Atlanta in her telling her to bite her tongue before she too let Hadid have it.

"She's only been with SVU for a short while.. She was out late, flirting, perhaps it got a little rough"

The detective turned Captain could no longer listen to this, she stood up. Getting up close and personal with the woman who had the nerve to say she was fighting for the victims.

"She was unconscious. Beaten to a bloody pulp, her underwear were missing! We don't blame the victim here, ever!"

Blazing eyes turned on Carisi next, that same tone came down on the ex-detective hard.

"Carisi, either you're one of us or you're one of them! One of my own's been raped and I will find whoever did this with or without you!"

It wasn't like her to lose her temper but with Kat somehow it felt personal, more personal maybe then even Amanda's had been.. Perhaps it was because the newbie was so young, so hopeful. Regardless, Benson stormed out with Fin not far behind. This left Amanda with Hadid and Carisi, both looked to her expectantly.

"If you want me to say they're wrong I can't.. The Sonny I know would fight tooth and nail for Kat.. You'd do it for me"

Then she too was gone though even as she left she could hear the start of a long argument. Good. Stick it to the woman, Carisi.

Finding her squad, as small as it may be, Amanda exhaled sharply and yanked her phone out of her pocket.

"It's Lakria.. Kat just finished with the rape kit, couldn't have been easy"

Elder brunette immediately took charge, nodding toward the blonde. This nonverbal cue the southern woman knew well and she took off without a word. As for Captain and Sergeant they had other matters to attend to.

Hospital Room of Katriona Azar Tamin

Mercy General Hospital

"You've looked better Kit-Kat"

Kat winced, the cool towel that Lakria was dabbing on the gash to the side of her head was slightly bloody. Lakria was gentle, her voice soothing.

"They'll have to ask questions baby.. Nothing will be hidden after this.. Let them do their job, don't make the mistake I made. Don't let this bastard get away with it. Promise me, Kat"

The officer gently laced her fingers with Lakria's, eyes finding hers.

"Still thinking about Dakota?"

"Everyday, Kit-Kat. Everyday."

Lakria nodded just as a figure entered the threshold, Amanda Rollins frowned hating that she'd interrupted.

"Can I take a statement?"

Kat straightened, she should have known that was why Amanda was there this time. She glanced to her friend, staring down at their intertwined hands. The southern female felt a pang of sympathy shoot through her heart, goddamn this hurt.

"She can stay.. If it make you more comfortable"

Katriona nodded, it would make her feel more comfortable but she didn't want Lakria to hear this if she wasn't ready.. Not wanting to trigger her friend.

"Lakria.. Don't- if you need to go-"

"I'm here. You were there for me."

Blonde flipped her notebook open, clicking her pen and holding it above the paper in a 'ready to write' position.