AN: I don't own SVU blah blah blah blah..I guess this is kind of a Mary Sue.if you don't like that, don't read it. It's also an AU..Elliot doesn't have a family. Well read and enjoy.

She ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out the door. Her shirt was torn and blood trickled down her chin, as well as down her leg. Tears stained her dirty, bruised face. It was cold, she was cold and there was nothing anyone could do to warm her up.

She stopped running when she couldn't breath and dropped to her knees. Her long black hair fell in ragged strands and her green eyes glistened with tears. Her heart was pounding and her stomach was churning. She felt ill.

She took a few deep breaths and finally looked around. She was on the Brooklyn Bridge. She didn't realize she had run so far. She stood up and walked over to the rail. She looked over. The water was running swiftly underneath.

She started to shiver. Her jacket was back there, back where it happened. She wasn't going back there. Not ever. He could keep the jacket. She didn't want it. She didn't want to be in the clothes she was in.

Suddenly the water looked very alluring. It called to her. She felt dirty. The water would clean her. It would wash all the dirt away. The vile scent of his skin, the stench of his sweat. She wanted it off of her. Before she knew it, she found herself climbing over the railing. She had one leg over when a voice called out to her.

"Hey."

She froze. It was a mans voice. Was he going to hurt her? She slowly looked over to him. He was tall, in black slacks, a striped shirt and blue tie. His hair was short and combed back. He had light blue eyes and thin lips and he was walking directly towards her.

"Don't come any closer!" She cried.

"It's all right. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Please," She pleaded. "Don't."

"I'm a cop," He said pulling out his badge. "My name is Elliot. What's yours?"

She was shivering. Elliot could see that even from the distance he was at. It had been a long day at work. He had no one to go home to, so he decided to go for a walk. Before he knew it he was at the bridge and this young girl was climbing over the rail.

"What's your name?" He asked again.

The girl wouldn't meet his eyes. She was so young. Maybe seventeen at most. He could see the bruises on her face. The torn shirt. Something bad had happened. Something she was trying to run from.

"Lexy."

"That's a pretty name. Lexy why don't you come back over so we can talk."

She shook her head. "No, I have to get clean!"

"All right, well then I'll take you back to my place, you can take a shower there." He said walking towards her. He was almost close enough to reach her now.

"I..I'm scared."

"There's nothing to be scared of." He told her, reaching out a hand. "Just take my hand, I'll pull you back over and we'll talk about this."

She began sobbing.

"It's all right. Just give me your hand."

Lexy shakily extended her hand. Elliot gently grasped it and pulled her back over. She fell into his arms sobbing uncontrollably. He embraced her, gently stroking her hair.

"It's okay; everything's going to be okay."

"No it's not!" She cried. "Please don't make me go back!"

Elliot pulled her back and looked into red, tear-filled eyes. "What happened to you?"

Lexy didn't get the chance to answer. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and it was all Stabler could do to keep her from smacking her head into the sidewalk. He lowered her down and pulled out his cell phone.

"This is Detective Stabler; I need an ambulance at the east end of the Brooklyn Bridge, now." He hung up his phone and rocked the girl in his arms. He looked down the length of her body and noticed the blood between her legs.

"Hold on sweet heart. Helps coming."