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Author's Note: I made up the Kristen Delani case, just for your information. Okieday…My first SVU fic, so be nice but brutally honest. Reviews are greatly appreciated, umm…I love SVU…umm…yeah…I'm done now so that you can read my fic. Enjoy…and review!

Time and Secrets

Chapter 1: Victim One

By: Nimmireth

In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Special Victims Unit

"Olivia!" shouted Elliot Stabler from across the room. "We've got another one. Her name is Amelia Robbins, age 23; she was on her way to work when some guy asked her for the time. She told him what time it was and he stabbed her with a pocket knife. He dragged her into an empty alley and raped her. She's at Mercy right now."

"All right, I'm coming," Detective Benson responded. She grabbed her black jacket from her chair and set off with her partner to Mercy General Hospital.

Mercy General Hospital

"I had just gotten out of my car. The place was completely empty except for this one guy who was walking towards the C.D department next to the clothing store I work at. Then he turned around and asked me for the time. I told him what time it was and then he said 'you're late' and he took out his pocket knife and stabbed me with it. Then he dragged me into the alley and tried to take my skirt off. I started to fight back, but he was too strong for me. He managed to take off my skirt and my underwear. Then he started to stab and beat my legs. He then took his pants off and raped me. When he was done he told me that I should be on time. Then he just got up, put his clothes back on and walked away, like nothing happened," the victim told the two detectives with tears down her face. Her face had been scratched and was sporting some bruises on her arms where he restrained her.

"Okay, Amelia, can you tell us anything that you think we should know about him?" asked Olivia.

"Definitely. He was about 5'10", had blonde hair, blue eyes, he was wearing a Sam Goody shirt—that was why I thought he worked there—black pants, looked about my age, and he had a big bruise on his left eye," she told them with ease.

"Okay," Olivia said as Elliot wrote down the description of the perpetrator. "Thank you so much, Amelia, that was a big help. You did a great job."

"No problem. You just catch the bastard who raped me," Amelia said.

"Don't worry; we will," Elliot said to her as he and his partner walked out of the room. "Either this guy is really stupid or he had no idea what he was doing," he said to his partner. "He attacks a girl in broad daylight right next to where he works and he thinks that he's going to get away with it? I'm so proud of this girl for speaking up."

"Yeah, me too. I don't know what he was thinking. He could just have been really stupid or he could be up to something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but it's like you said. He rapes a girl in the middle of the daytime when she can get a brilliant description of him. So, like I said, either he's really stupid or he's up to something."

"All right, we'll see. But right now we have to go pick this guy up at the Sam Goody and see what he has to say."

Sam Goody

"Ross? Rape someone? Hardly believe that could ever happen," The manager, Alan Lestin, told the detectives when questioned where he would be. "His younger sister was sexually assaulted a few years ago. I doubt that he would want to do what hurt his sister."

"What was her name?" Olivia asked, suddenly interested at this new piece of information.

"Kristen Delani, some guy jumped on her while she was coming home from a party. He beat the crap out of her. Poor thing was only fifteen at the time."

"That was Munch and Fin's case," Olivia told Elliot. "I remember they needed me to talk to her because she had RTS and wouldn't say anything. Perp's name was Justin Felix and he got put away for 15 years,"

"Yeah, I remember now," he told his partner and then turned back to Alan. "We would still like to see this Ross fellow that works here."

Alan shrugged. "All right, if you must." He promptly walked over to where Ross was standing. "Hey, ROSS, there are some cops here who want to talk to you!"

Ross Delani was the exact description that Amelia had given him. He turned to face the detectives and there was a big huge bruise on his left eye. He was about 5'10" and indeed had bright blonde hair, blue eyes, black pants and a shirt that bore the logo for Sam Goody. "Ah, Ross," Elliot said brightly. "You look just how I pictured," he quipped.

"I don't know what you mean, officer," Ross said.

"Detective," Elliot corrected and flashed his badge. "I'm Detective Stabler and this is my partner Detective Benson."

"Well, Detective," he began, putting an emphasis on the word detective. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"If you don't mind, we would like it if you came down to the precinct with us for a moment and ask you some questions," Elliot told him calmly.

He shrugged. "Okay," he said and put down the C.D that he was holding. He then turned to Alan and gave him a thumbs up signal, to which Alan nodded.

Elliot led him out and into the car to head back to Special Victims.

Special Victims Unit

As Elliot and Olivia led Ross into Special Victims, they saw Fin, Munch, Cragen, and Casey talking to each other about a case. Casey then looked up at them. Her eyes became huge and her breathing became heavier as she watched Elliot and Olivia put Ross into one of the interrogation rooms.

Casey then ran up to Olivia. "What's he here for?" She asked, slightly out of breath.

Olivia looked confused. "Raping someone? Why?"

"Who?" Casey asked, becoming really worried.

"A 23 year old named Amelia Robbins. Why do you want to know, Casey?"

She exhaled a breath of relief. "Oh, umm, no reason. I-I've got to get back to work." With that she turned on her heel and went back to Munch, Fin, and Cragen.

Olivia still had a confused look on her face when her partner walked up to her. "What was that about?"

"I really don't know," she replied before her cell phone went off. "Benson," she responded. "What! Are you kidding me? How?...Uh-huh…okay…thanks for letting me know…I'll try…all right…Bye."

"What happened?" Her partner asked with a look of concern on his face.

Olivia looked at him sadly. "Amelia Robbins killed herself."