Title: Abeni Tutuola
Summary: Abeni Tutuola comes into the precinct to see her father, but not for a visit.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Everything belongs to D.W. except any unfamiliar characters and add-ins.
Munch sighing was the only sound one would here in the Special Victims Unit squad room if they walked in at that moment, besides the scribbling of pens or clicks of a keyboard and mouse. They all had a butt load of paperwork to finish before the day ended. Today was a slow day, luckily, until an exhausted, African-American teenage girl came stumbling in. Munch looked up and squinted to see who she was. Then he realized and lightly kicked Fin in the shin. The dark-skinned man looked up with anger.
"What the he--" Fin started, but Munch cut him off.
"Isn't that Abby?" he asked and Fin's gaze went immediately to the doors. It was. He took in her appearance and called to her.
"Abby, over here, Honey." He stood up and she walked into his arms, sobbing into his chest. Abeni Tutuola was a beautiful girl. Black hair down to the middle of her back, her father's eyes, the perfect nose, full lips, high cheekbones, and she wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny. In her father's eyes, she was perfect.
(A.N. I'm picturing Raven Symoné as Abeni Tutuola)
Fin could feel everyone's eyes on them as they stood by his desk. Looking up, he gave everyone but Olivia, Munch, and Elliot his best death-glare and they all went back to work. He gently stroked her hair and whispered softly to her until she calmed down. Munch caught his eye and mouthed, 'What's going on?'
'No idea.' Fin carefully pulled back a bit and looked into his daughter's eyes. He wiped away a tear on her face before noticing the bruise over her eye.
"Did somebody hit you, Baby? Where'd you get this bruise?" he asked gently. Abby looked around the room.
"Umm. . .is there somewhere else we could. . ." Fin nodded and led her to an interrogation room. He closed the door behind him and sat in a chair while Abby paced back and forth while picking at her nails like she always did when she was upset. Fin waited for her to speak, but after five minutes, he couldn't take it.
"Honey?" he said and Abby jumped, startled. She stared at him with pain-filled eyes as her mouth opened and closed and opened and closed again. "Sweetie, what is it? What's wrong?"
". . .Daddy, I. . .I. . ." Finally, Abby gave up on words and took her denim jacket off so that her tank top was showing. That wasn't the only thing that was revealed, though. Cuts and bruises covered both arms and chest. They led down to her breasts, from what he could see, and it just went downhill from there. The look of shame on his daughter's face nearly killed him as he gently took her wrist in his hand and traced the wounds.
"Baby, what. . .how. . .who?" he finally spit out. Abby looked at him.
"Jeremy. Jeremy Louis." Then she broke down again and Fin pulled her onto his lap.
"He didn't r-rape you, did he?" Fin asked hesitantly, his heart nearly stopping when there was a long pause. Then. . .she nodded.
"He raped me, Daddy!" Abby sobbed and Fin let out a rush of air as he held his daughter closer. At 16, she was so fragile. He couldn't stand it when boys looked at her. He knew how they were. Big boobs and a big ass. That's how they like it. Unfortunately, that's what attracted Fin to her mother, despite her natural beauty and kindness. It was also unfortunate that Abby inherited these traits. If he ever got his hands on this Jeremy, he would drop-kick him to the last universe.
"Oh, Abeni, I'm so sorry. I'm gonna make sure this guy never touches you again. Everyone's gonna protect you. Me, A.J., Uncle Munchie, Aunt Olivia, Uncle Don, and Uncle Elliot. All of us. I swear."
Abby's sobs soon turned to soft hiccups. She started shivering and felt Fin put her coat around her shoulders. She burrowed further into her father's coat, hoping it would swallow her whole. She felt so dirty. Abby could hear her dad whispering softly to her and laid her head on his shoulder. Her eyes drooped and she completely relaxed against him. Then she fell asleep to the rumble of his deep voice.
Fin stared at Abby, taking in her beauty. She looked so innocent in her sleep, but he knew she wasn't anymore. That bastard had taken her innocence and a piece of his heart. Tears welled up in his eyes at that thought, but he bit them back. He pulled out his cell and called Munch, even though he was two rooms away, and told him to come open the door for him. When he did so, Fin gently cradled Abby to his chest, making sure her jacket stayed on her, and carried her up to the Crib.
"Fin, what's up?" John asked. Fin laid her down on the bed and looked at John.
"See for yourself," he said emptily and gently pulled her jacket off. John gasped at the sight.
"What the hell?" John exclaimed softly. Fin nodded and turned away, not able to look anymore, clutching the denim jacket. When John noticed this, he pulled the sheets up to Abby's chin and turned to Fin, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"
"She's my little girl, John. My baby. And I know A.J.'s gonna want a piece of this bastard. How could someone do this?" Fin whispered, full of rage. John squeezed his shoulder and let his hand drop.
"Look, let's tell Cragen and we can get on it right away. If you're lucky, he'll let you even stay on the case."
(A.N. Ajamu Jumoke Tutuola/A.J. is Jimmy Brooks from Degrassi: The Next Generation)
Fin looked back at his daughter once more, not wanting to leave. He just stared until he felt John's hand on his shoulder again.
"Stay here. I'll go talk to him."
"Yeah. Go on." Fin nodded his thanks and sat at the foot of the bed, leaning against the bedpost and watching Abby.
John knocked on the Captain's door and was relieved when he said he could come in. Cragen immediately saw the worried look in his eyes and set his pen down.
"What is it?" he asked and John sat in front of him.
"Abby just came in."
"Fin's daughter? Why? What's wrong?"
"She was raped, Captain." Cragen just stared at John before sighing and closing his eyes, rubbing his forehead where he felt a headache coming on. "Fin wants to stay on the case."
"I can't do that, John. He's way too close."
"Cap, think of what this is doing to him. If he doesn't catch this bastard, he'll feel like he let Abby down. Plus, I'm sure if he doesn't, A.J. will." Don thought long and hard about it before rubbing a hand over his eyes.
"Fine, but if there's one slip-up. . ."
"I know, I know. I'll get him off." John stood and turned to leave when he heard Cragen's voice.
". . .watch him."
"Got it." Then he walked out and back up to the crib. As he was walking up the stairs, John heard soft sobs. He thought it was Abby, but when he got up there, he saw that it was Fin. He had never seen him cry before. Ever. The younger man's face was buried in his hands as he hunched over at the foot of the bed. Abby was still asleep. John continued into the room until he stood behind the crying man.
"Fin?" he said softly. Fin jumped, startled, and quickly swiped at the tears.
"Whadda you want, Munch?" he asked, irritated.
"Just came to tell you that Cragen okayed your being on Abby's case."
"Yup. Just don't get too. . .you know." Fin nodded and sniffled. Munch laid a hand on his shoulder and just as he was about to speak again, Abby started tossing and turning and moaning. Fin quickly leaned over and tried to shake her awake, but it didn't work.
"Abby, Sweetie, wake up. Wake up. It's just a dream. Come on, Honey, wake up," Fin called to her and her eyes flew open as she shot up, sweating and gasping and crying. Her breathing was rapid and her whole body trembled. Fin pulled her to his chest and rocked her back and forth. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. Daddy's here. It was just a dream. Calm down. Shh."
Once he realized that her breathing was still irregular, Fin pulled away and took her face between his hands.
"Abeni, take it easy. Just breathe. Take a deep breathe. Easy, Baby. Just focus on my eyes and breathe. That's it. Good girl. Breathe," Fin instructed calmly and Abby's breathing gradually calmed. Munch went to get another blanket for the shivering girl and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Oh, Daddy, i-it was horrible!" Abby sobbed and threw herself into her father's arms. "I-I saw him! Raping m-me over and-and over again! It hurt so b-bad! Why me, Daddy?"
"I don't know, Sweetheart. He can't hurt you anymore, though." Then, when Fin thought she'd fallen asleep again, Abby started to tell her story. Munch sat down on the opposite bed and took out his notepad, jotting every word down.
"Erika and I were on our way home from school. The bus was so crowded today that we decided to walk. When I got home, Mom wasn't there. All the lights were off and I got scared, so I checked the alarm system and it said 'Disabled'. Then I really started to freak out. I was about to call you when I felt someone grab me and put a cloth over my nose. I tried to scream, but I guess I passed out because when I woke up, I-I. . .I was. . .naked and. . .tied to m-my bed. The blinds were closed, the door was shut, and the guy had a ski-mask, and dark clothes on. He smelled like stale cigarettes and weed. I-I tried getting away, but the knots on the ropes were too strong. When I screamed, he k-kissed me and I bit down on his tongue. I tasted blood. He smacked me across the face and then. . .he. . ." She shuddered. ". . .raped me."
Fin rubbed her back and laid his cheek on top of her head. He couldn't believe this was happening. To his girl. He didn't want to. Suddenly, Abby threw a hand over her mouth and jumped off of the bed, running down the stairs and into the ladies room. Olivia followed her in while Fin sat on the bed with his head in his hands.
"What am I gonna do, John? She's only 16. She's just a baby." Munch got up to sit next to him.
"The only thing you can do, Fin. Be there for her. Help her. Be her dad. Not her cop."