A/N: Hey everyone...I'm Michelle! Welcome to my first SVU fic. This is not my first fic, in fact I used to be known by Michelphaba1605 but I can no longer get into that account. So here I am! As usual I do not own any part of Law and Order and am not making any money off of this story.

Dove: Part 1

Olivia Benson sighed as she jogged up the stone steps to New York City's 16th precinct, otherwise known as the Special Victims Unit. Stabler had called at 3 and said she was needed in the office and it was now nearly four thirty. What should have taken her nearly 20 minutes had taken far longer, thanks to the November blizzard that currently held the city in its grasp. With a relieved sigh Olivia smacked the door with her hand, causing Finn, Stabler, and even the usually composed Capt. Cragen to jump. She smiled sheepishly in response to his half-stern glare, and he continued his conversation with the caller that had held his attention prior to Olivia's arrival.

"Okay…just hang on for me, okay Misha? You're doing great." He muted the call with a soft beep and motioned to Olivia. "Hey. We got a victim call I think you'll want to take. Rape victim locked in her abusive parents' apartment. She's calling from a cell phone, we're working on a trace now." Olivia nodded once and took the phone.

"Hi, my name's Olivia, what's your name?"

"Mi…Michelle, but everyone calls me Misha"

"Misha, that's a pretty name. Can you tell me how old you are, Misha?"

"18. My parents…they..went nuts on me."

"Went nuts? What do you mean?"

"They lost it… my dad came in here first, yelling about how I had been skipping out on classes and lying about being sick so I could be with Chad…he hates the fact that I have a boyfriend now. Yeah, I skipped classes but I really had been sick. He cornered me against my night stand…"

Unseen by Olivia on the other end of the phone, Michelle Golden was closing her eyes, trying in vain to shut out the gruesome parade of images that seemed to wheel across her vision. She let out a ragged sigh, and turned away from the door toward her window.

"I kneed him but he shoved me backwards onto my bed. I clawed at his face…but he put his knee on my stomach…Once he knew I couldn't get away he…"

"What did he do, Misha? If I'm gonna help you, you need to tell me what he did." Olivia's voice had force, but it was more driven by emotion than anything, and she was careful not to frighten the victim, knowing that if she were misinterpreted now, she would lose the little bit of Misha's trust she had gained

"He violated me…" The last word hung in the air, half confession, half choked sob. The next bits came out in a rush, as though now the dam had broken.

"Mom heard the screaming and came in, pulled Dad off of me. I was stupid, I let myself go limp. She backhanded me, and I went flying into my headboard. I must have been knocked out because the next thing I remember I was alone. I hid my phone under my mattress when this whole mess first started. I pulled it out and called you."

Olivia sighed. "You did great Misha. Are you hurt?"

It was only then that Michelle even thought to look herself over for injuries. She was absolutely covered in blood with no discernable source. Her lower abdomen ached as though an anvil had been dropped on it. A hand to her forehead revealed her bangs were also sticky with blood.

"O…Olivia. There's so much blood, and…and I'm so tired."

"Okay Misha…stay with me, we'll come get you soon honey, I promise" As she spoke, Olivia looked toward the Captain's desk and got a thumbs up as he put down his phone.

"Her apartment's on 7th. Brownstone, next to Gordon's Flower Shop. I'm dispatching EMS now."

A/N: So what did you think? Please review so that I know whether or not to continue this.