Reaching Out

Chapter 1: Calling For Help

It was around 8:00 pm. Olivia sat in the dark shadows of her apartment watching a "Friends" rerun. It was the one where Ross fought a losing battle with a pair of leather pants. She let out a belly laugh when she saw him hopping around the bathroom, applying powder to his sweaty legs and talking to Joey in a squeakier voice than normal. Moments later, her cell phone rang. "Benson," she answered quickly.

"Olivia?" a meek voice asked.

"Casey, what's wrong?"

Her breath caught a little before she spoke. "Olivia, I was raped," she confessed. Her voice lowered instinctively when she said "raped." It was as if saying the word hurt as much as the act itself. Suddenly, she began to sob openly into the phone.

"It's OK, Casey," Olivia soothed, jumping off her chair. "Where are you?"

"I'm at home," Casey replied through her tears. "I already had the rape kit done, and I had one of our unis take it to the crime lab."

"You want some company?" Olivia asked cautiously.

"Please," Casey answered in a pained whisper.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Olivia told her gently. "Just hang on."

With that, they hung up, and Olivia pulled up in front of Casey's building ten minutes later. She stepped out of her car and walked up to Casey's apartment. She knocked gently. "Casey, it's Liv," she said softly. "Open up." After a few minutes, Casey came to the door. She was unsteady on her feet, so Olivia grabbed her arm as she stepped inside, leading her to the couch. "What happened?" she asked as she put an arm around her shoulder.
Casey glanced over at her, and she could see the fear in her eyes. "It's OK, " she said quietly. "You can tell me."

It was then that Casey found her courage and turned to Olivia. "I was walking out to my car around 6:00. I'd just won the Ramirez case. I was opening my door when I felt someone grab me. I elbowed him in the stomach, but he dragged me into an alley. I must've passed out, though, because when I woke up, he was standing over me. He ran away when I started moving," she said with a shiver.

"Did you get a good look at him?" Olivia questioned as she placed a comforting hand over Casey's.

"He was about 6' 2, and he looked around 25. He had green eyes, but I didn't notice his hair," she admitted honestly.

Olivia nodded. "I understand," she said. "At least you gave us a start. I'll call Elliot." She grabbed her phone, but Casey stopped her.

"Livia, please, not tonight," she begged. "I don't wanna be alone."

Olivia nodded again. "It's OK, Casey," she soothed. "I'm not goin' anywhere.

Moments later, Casey burst into tears again, Olivia hesitated for a few seconds before enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "Don't worry," she said gently. "We're gonna get him."