"How is she?" he heard next to him and turned to see Munch leaning against the headboard of his bed.

"She's in a little pain, scared, tired, but hopefully it's nothing a little time won't help," Cragen answered. Munch nodded. "How are you?"

"Tired as hell."

"Why didn't you go home?"

"El had the kids and Fin had to go see his god-daughter."

"He has a god-daughter?"

"Yeah. You don't know her? She comes in all the time."

"Guess I'm in my office more than I thought."

"You really are. Maureen, Kathleen, and Lizzie and Dickie are in here everyday after school and work. They're always asking or you."

"Why don't you send 'em in?"

"We don't what you're doing. You could be in a meeting. You should come out more often and see them."

"I'll do that."

"In fact, Maureen should be here any minute now. She works nights at Lowes'."

"DAD!" they heard downstairs and laughed.

"Speak of the devil." Cragen heard her and Lizzie coming up the stairs and called, "Up here, girls!"

"Oh, hey, Uncle Don. How are you? I haven't seen you in ages," Maureen said quietly after seeing everyone asleep and kissed him on the cheek after hugging him. Lizzie did the same.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Exhausted. Hauling all those boxes around every night really gets to ya. Hey, Uncle John." She gave him a hug and a kiss, too, and Lizzie plopped herself down in Munch's lap when he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Hiya, Uncle Munch!" Lizzie exclaimed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey there, Kiddo. What's up?" John answered and put an arm around her waist to keep her balanced on his knees.

"Nothing. Just school. It's really boring," she said and made a gagging sound.

"Any boyfriends?" he leered and she blushed.

"Maaaaaaaayybbbbbeeeee," she teased and stuck her tongue out.

"Aww, now that's just plain unfair!" Lizzie giggled and smiled cockily.

"Haha!"

She had decided to take the long route into the precinct that morning, going for a run always cleared her head. She rounded a corner, still lost in thought. She never saw them coming.

There were two of them, dressed in jeans and long gray hooded sweatshirts. She never saw their faces, but she felt every move they made.

They came from behind, one grabbing her upper body and dragging her behind a green garbage dumpster. No one seemed to notice, least of all care.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Olivia cried. She tried to fight the first one off of her, but he held a knife to her throat, pinning her arms above her head and sitting on them. His partner took out a second knife and made short work of her clothing, not caring or noticing her screams of agony as he cut through denim and flesh. Bright red blood dripped down her body. Jeans and a t-shirt were no match for knife. He ripped open her jeans and yanked down her panties. She kicked him in the groin and he stopped for a moment, absorbed in pain. His partner was quick to slap Olivia twice, leaving her with a bloody nose.

"Try that again and you'll be sorry, Hun," he growled into her ear and she could smell his foul breath.

"Don't call me Hun, you jack ass!" Olivia fought harder and was almost free when the second attacker over came his pain and resumed ripping off her underwear. She kept fighting, moving her hips back and forth, trying to squirm out of his reach. Her first attacker slapped her again.

"Stop squirmin', dammit!"

Olivia refused to comply, trying her hardest to escape her attackers, but the strength of the two of them combined was too much for her. The two managed to hold her down long enough for them to thrust into her once, twice, three times.

"AHH! STOP! PLEASE! NO!" she screamed in pain, but no one heard her.

When they had gotten what they wanted, they stood up, turned around and left a bloody, defeated detective Benson lying on the ground, praying that the past 15 minutes didn't actually happen.

This was written by the absolutely wonderful krishgp! This was Kris' first fic scene y'all!