This is the first SVU fanfiction I ever wrote. EVER. Actually, technically, the first fanfiction I ever tried was based off 'Night'. I've attempted to write one over ten times because it's somewhat personal to me but never finished it, however, it's these numerous attempts that made me into a better writer... you don't want to see my first attempt. Another good result is coming up with several lines that I absolutely fell in love with and now use every time I try and write a 'Night' fic, Don't worry, though, this fic is complete; I'm not going to leave you guys hanging.

Also, I thought I should let any readers know that this account won't have much activity, because I only use it for stories that are too sensitive to post on my regular account. This one's anonymous, but many people know who I am for my other account. As of now, this account's only going to be used for any sequel I may or may not write to my other story, 'Secrets', and, of course, this story. Now that that's all said and done, please enjoy my story!

Spoilers: 'Night', as it begins during that episode.

Chapter 1

Olivia smiled at Casey as they continued to discuss the Duvall case. It was late; almost nine at night, yet Casey had had some paperwork to finish up, and Olivia had stopped by to both keep her company and quiz her lawyer side about immigration facts concerning Nina. The ADA had ordered some Chinese takeout and now she was almost done with her work and would be on her way home.

"Yeah, I think I'm headed out," Casey said as she stood up, right as her phone started ringing. Casey sighed, then turned to her phone and glared at it as Olivia chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Just as I was about to leave," Casey growled. "It starts to ring. Is there some law that says ADAs can't leave before ten o'clock? Really?"

Olivia laughed again as Casey groaned and sat back down, dropping her briefcase on the floor. "ADA Novak, sex crimes," she sighed. Olivia watched as her face lightened in surprise, and smiled slightly before saying, "Oh. Yeah, send them up." She hung up, then looked back at Olivia and said, "Flowers."

Olivia raised an eyebrow and asked, "You holding out on me?"

Casey shook her head and shrugged. "No, I'm not seeing anyone, thank god. Although I could use another stupid jock like my last boyfriend to deflect Jason Whitaker's advances. I swear, if these flowers are from him, they are going right in the trash- right after I kill him."

Olivia laughed. "Of course... hey, you want some coffee?"

"Only every second of every day."

The detective laughed again as she stood up and pulled on her coat. "Good, I'll go."

Once Olivia was gone, Casey reached for a file on the edge of her desk, but only succeeded in knocking it to the floor. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath, standing up and walking around to pick it up.

Olivia walked down the hallway, smiling slightly when she saw the delivery guy walking down the hallway, carrying a huge bouquet of roses. Whoever had sent them had gotten lucky- Casey loved roses. She frowned when she saw that the delivery guy hadn't removed his hood though he was inside and it wasn't even raining outside, then just shook her head. Teenagers these days.

Casey heard her door open and set the file down, turning around to face the delivery guy.

A dull ache erupting under her skin, a sharp force throwing her back, a sharp, shocked cry slipping past her lips, and almost instantly, Casey's instincts had her trying to stand, trying to fight against the mysterious, painful force, though the rest of her mind was confused and nothing but.

She was falling and then his hand was on her shirt, pulling her up by the collar only to hit her again. This time he let her fall to the floor, her hip colliding with the edge of her desk and she felt a sharp, burning pain light up under her skin, like fire, and she gasped in agony as she landed on her chest. Shaking violently, Casey slowly raised herself onto her hands and knees, her instincts ruling over as her logic took a backseat. Her terror wasn't present at the moment; she was fighting.

Sharp pain in her chest, his foot kicking her up into the air once, twice, three times. The last blow was so strong she was thrown onto her back as a cold, icy burn started spreading through her stomach. Crying out, she tried to suck in a frantic breath, but it hurt too much and she couldn't manage to pull in enough oxygen to stay conscious. She tried again, the pain hardly bothering her, but she still couldn't manage to stop wheezing. Casey tried to roll over, to get away from him, but her hand touched the cold metal handle of her bat.

Her instincts had her grasping the bat and swinging it up with a fierce, animalistic shout, then terror reigned in her as she felt him grab it in mid air. He pulled her up onto her knees, her hip feeling like it was caught on fire and her chest in a sheet of ice, and they struggled frantically for the weapon. He ripped it from her hands and she tried to pull away, to run, but a burning agony erupted in her back and she cried out in pain as she was tossed back onto the floor. It's then that she realizes that she's wheezing and just can't seem to suck in enough air to keep conscious, and she knows this is a very bad thing... but that's all going on in the back of her mind. As her vision fades in and out and goes blurry, grey spots clouding across her mind, pain going from her constant companion to her master, her terror surfacing as she frantically reached up, gasping for breath, each one making the agony worse. She pushed herself upright, searching desperately for her attacker when she saw the black blur approaching, and she couldn't handle it and she cried hoarsely, "No!"

But it was too late, he was already on top of her, smashing her back onto her desk. Her shaking hand found another weapon and she grasped it, swinging it up towards his head, but he grabbed her wrist and slammed it down, the lamp shattering next to her head as her movements turned slow and sluggish. Her attacker held her down, crushing his arm against her throat as he slammed her head down once, twice...

SVUSVUSVU

Olivia walked down the hallway, carrying two cups of coffee in one hand, then frowned when she saw the lights were off in Casey's office. "Case," she called uncertainly, "I had to walk three blocks to get this damn coffee. If you went home, I'm going kill you."

No response.

Olivia frowned again and walked slowly forward, calling out Casey's name again. When there was no reply, she opened Casey's office door and squinted into the darkness, but the ADA was nowhere to be seen. Olivia reached over and turned on the light...

No. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

Her detective side sees it and realizes what she has to do, that she has to call an ambulance and make sure she was still breathing and all right. But the side of her that isn't a professional, that's just a human being sees her friend lying there on the floor, blood slowly trailing from her mouth and making a path down her pale, bruised skin to create a puddle on the floor. She's covered in large red bruises and cuts and her strawberry blonde curls are matted with blood. Olivia can't see her breathing, her chest rising and falling, and she knows she has to run forward and keep her alive, but she can't move. Her muscles are all frozen and her blood's run cold and she can't move forward to save the dying woman.

Casey moans, an unconscious reaction in her unnatural sleep. It was enough. It was enough to jolt her into action to save her life. Olivia dashed forward, the coffee dropping out of her locked fist and smashing onto the floor, and her detective side registered that, but the woman didn't hear that and she didn't care. She has to make sure Casey's all right, she has too.

"Casey!" she gasped, grabbing her limp wrist and feeling frantically for her pulse- it was there, irregular and weak, but it was there. "Thank god," she gasped, moving her to Casey's hand and squeezing gently. Her hand brushes against Casey's ADA badge, and that makes her think to call Elliot. Elliot and an ambulance, right now.

She can't let go of her hand as she frantically pulled out her police radio, calling in for a bus. Thank god she was using her radio; they'd get the ambulance here quicker and save Casey. And Elliot, she has to call him, but she doesn't want to focus on anything but Casey right now.

"Casey, hang on. Hang on, Casey. Please. Please." She's repeating herself and doesn't know why. Maybe if Casey can hear her in whatever fanciful constructs her mind has for her, or if she's just in complete darkness, her words can reach her and keep her alive.

She reached up and gently rested the back of her trembling hand against Casey's bruised cheek, tears burning in her eyes as she watched the barely noticeable rise and fall of her chest. She was hardly breathing and Olivia knew this wasn't good; but she couldn't do anything to help her.

Sirens. She can hear them. The ambulance is getting close, thank god. She isn't sure she can wait much longer. "Hold on, sweetheart," she chokes out. "The ambulance is almost here, you hear that? You've just got to hang on for me for just a little bit longer, okay? Please."

She hears the paramedics hurrying into the office and scoots back so she's not in the way, but she can't let go of her hand. They kneel down at her head and another tear slides down her cheek, and one of them glances up at her and asks, "Do you know what happened?"

Olivia shook her head slowly, tightening her grip on Casey's hand. "No, no, I left but when I came back, she was like this..." I'm so sorry,I left her alone,this happened,I'm so sorry...

One of the EMTs nodded, then said, "We've got to get her to the hospital; she could have a concussion, maybe some internal bleeding." Olivia nearly fainted when she saw them putting her neck in a cervical collar and a breathing mask over her bruised mouth, then lifting her up onto a backboard, her limp, pale body wrapped in a blanket- this couldn't be happening. It couldn't.

They carried the ADA down the hallway, one of the EMTs putting a pressure bandage on her forehead, causing Olivia nearly to pass out again. This was really bad. Most of her victims weren't beaten badly enough to require an ambulance, and Casey...

They had just gotten Casey outside, Olivia still holding her hand, when she saw Elliot running up towards the ambulance, and her hectic thoughts focused on that and wondering how he'd found out before she was focused solely on Casey again. "Olivia," he panted as he reached the stretcher and helped lift her into the ambulance. "How's she doing?"

She shrugged helplessly. "Head trauma, she's still out," Olivia told him, words that could relate to most of the victims that they worked with... but never Casey.

"You see anything?"

No,no,I'm sorry,I didn't,I left her alone and she's hurt and dying and it's all my fault... All she said aloud was, "No, perp was gone when I got there. DA's office has got a lot of surveillance tapes."

Elliot nodded said something else, she didn't hear what, and the doors closed and they were on the way to the hospital. Olivia looked up the EMTs worriedly, still holding Casey's hand, and asked, "Will she be okay?"

The EMT just shrugged as he monitored Casey's pulse. "It's too soon to tell."

The other one glanced up and said, "Shallow respiration. She's still bleeding too much; Detective, do you know her blood type?"

"Y- yeah," she said tremulously, remembering when she'd helped the ADA fill out the admittance forms for her appendectomy last year. "A positive." The EMTs kept on talking, their worried words about Casey's condition standing out to her like lightening in a clear sky. She's critical. Could have internal bleeding. Tell hospital to look out for flail chest; we're seeing possible signs...

Blood, blood, blood, pain and death... this wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening!

SVUSVUSVU

A dull pain is tugging her back to consciousness, trying to make her wake up. She doesn't want to open her eyes and continuing to sleep sounds like an incredible idea, but the pain won't go away, and it won't let her sleep. She slowly open her eyes and a hand flashed above her face, and there are voices conversing frantically above her, but they can't possibly having anything to do with her.

But that dull pain is still there, and the voices continue, their conversations blurring together to create a fog around her head and they won't leave her alone. But one voice is different; calling out to her; and she makes an effort to listen.

"Hang on, Casey. We're almost to the hospital, and we're taking good care of you until then. You're going to be all right." Olivia? That voice sounds like her, but... that can't be her. That's her victim-voice. That's her victim-voice and Olivia is talking to her.

She has to see her, has to see her now before this sick fear consumes her, and she tries to look for her detective but realizes she can't move. Her body is strapped into a stretcher, her neck held still in a cervical collar that locked her jaw shut and made talking impossible. She can't move, she can't turn her head and she can't remember what happened to land her here. She wants to scream but knows she can't, but Casey can't help it and tries to talk through the immobilizing collar. "Mmm! Mmm mmm mmmmmmm!"

"Don't try to talk, sweetheart." Olivia's voice again. "It's okay. You're going to be okay." Olivia's words are so saturated with worry, concern, and pity, and when she finally meets her coffee brown eyes and finds the same emotions written there, plain as day, she can't help it; they scare her. A lot.

Olivia tries to remain strong when she sees Casey pass out again. The EMTs don't need to be distracted by a hysterical friend; they need to be focused on saving Casey. And besides; the fact that she regained consciousness, even if only for a little while, has to be a good thing.

When they get to the hospital, Casey's condition hasn't changed and as she is wheeled into the ER, and a nurse who's seen her there many times before for work tries to stop her and tell her she can't go back there, but Olivia isn't about to leave her alone again and let something else happen to her. "I have to go back there; that woman-"

"Detective, the EMTs radioed ahead about her condition, and we can't let friends- or detectives- back there with her; they need to start treating her immediately. I'm sorry, but this time you're going to have to wait in the waiting room with everybody else- I'll find you once I know something about your victim."

"She's not a victim. She's a friend," Olivia snapped, then froze.

Was Casey a rape victim? Really, all she knew was that someone had beaten her... Olivia had no idea if the bastard had raped her or not.

Immediately, her mind rebelled against the idea that Casey had been raped- all because she had left her alone...- but she knew she had to find out for certain. Olivia stopped the nurse before she walked away and said, "Actually, can have the doctor's run a... a rape kit once she's stable?"

The nurse nodded and left, leaving Olivia to worry herself to death and pray that she hadn't killed Casey.