June 7th, 11:23 PM-

Eliot Stabler watched the fifteen-year-old girl sleeping in the hospital bed. She looked so much more peaceful when she slept than in her waking hours. Olivia Benson came to stand beside him. "Eliot, are you okay?" She asked softly. She knew these cases bothered him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Eliot shook off his dark thoughts. "Can you tell me what she told you this afternoon?" The girl hadn't wanted Eliot anywhere near her. The doctor had said she was still in shock.

"Her name is Danielle Misty Chase. Sound familiar?" Olivia watched her partner out of the corner of her eye.

Eliot thought for a moment. "Yeah, she's been on the news a few times for…"

"She's a P.I. Highest rated in the business. Goes by Danni Chase. She's studied law and criminal justice. She disappeared about a week ago and turned up at Grand Central yesterday. Nurse found fluids, already took a rape kit. She knew the procedure and agreed." Olivia pursed her lips. "Danielle said she'd most likely be fine to talk to you in the morning."

June 8th, 5:47 AM-

"I was on my way home from the local high school. You heard about the Silent Rapist?" Danni asked, looking from Olivia to Eliot.

"It's a rumor. No one's ever found any other the people from the Missing Persons reports." Olivia furrowed her brow. This girl was different from any other victim they'd had. She sat on the hospital bed, fully clothed in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers looking at the two detectives standing before her with intense curiosity.

"I was taking eyewitness reports of disappearances for a couple I was working for. Anyway, I was on my way home and someone came up behind me. They grabbed my wrist behind my back with one hand, placing the other over my mouth. There must have been Chloroform on his glove, because I past out." Danny paused, taking a breath. Eliot could tell she was trying so hard to be strong.

"Hey, it's okay. Let it out, tell us what happened." Eliot assured her. She reminded him of his own daughter.

"They took me underground somewhere. Maybe a cellar? Musky smell, drippy pipes, everything you'd expect in a basement. They put me in an old t-shirt. Men's extra large, I'd say. They left my underwear, surprisingly." She rolled her shoulders. "Listen, can we go to an interrogation room or something? I really don't like hospitals." She rubbed her wrists. There are some nice bruises there. Eliot noted.

"Sure, let's go."