Summary: My very first SVU fanfic, I'm so proud. Det.'s Munch and Tutuola think they have seen it all. They are about to be surprised. Not a song fic but has a song quote at the beginning. This is based on a couple of rape cases but not word for word.

I leave the light on

Chapter 1

I leave the light on; I leave the light on
Better leave the light on.
Cause I wanna love
I wanna live
I don't know much about it
I never did,
I don't know what to do, can the damage be undone
I swore to God that I'd never be what I've become…
Beth Hart, Leave the Light On

Detectives Munch and Tutuola walked into the ER of St. Luke's hospital and headed straight for the admit desk.

"Detective Munch and this is Detective Tutuola, Manhattan SVU."
John Munch said as he and Fin showed their badges.
"We got a report of a rape." He continued. "We need to speak with the victim."

The ER charge nurse looked up at them and set down the mountain of charts she was carrying.

"Debbie Greene." She said then offered her hand to the detectives. "I'm the charge nurse, I was here when she was brought in and was one of the people who took care of her. Your victim's name is Jackie Conner. She was taken to surgery an hour ago; I'll call and see if I can find out more." She said as she picked up the phone. "This may take a while. You might want to get comfortable."

The Detectives turned around to lean against the desk while the nurse talked on the phone. Munch hated hospitals. Every visit makes him think of all the people whose assaults he had investigated over the years. It didn't matter their age or how badly they were hurt—physically or emotionally—it all provoked the same sadness, sympathy, and repulsion.

Fin, his partner, was different. He may have felt the same as John about each case but if he did he kept it well-hidden.

"Who knows what evidence they're destroying in surgery?" Fin said, slightly miffed.

Munch gave him a glaring look. "Of course, better we should let her die then we can get all the evidence we want." He said sarcastically.

"What's with you?" Fin said.

"Nothing, look, hey nurse." Munch said, tapping on the desk to get her attention. "Anything?"

"Thank you." She said, hanging up the phone. "She's extubated in recovery. You can talk to her as soon as she's in her room and awake. She'll be on the 9th floor, Obstetrics. "

"Obstetrics?" Fin said as he and John both looked puzzled.

"Oh, don't worry; they'll probably put her in a room by herself or with another GYN patient."

"I don't understand." Munch said. "I thought she was raped."

"She was, I did the rape kit myself."

"Then why is she being cared for by the baby brigade?" Fin asked.

"I'm not allowed to tell you that. You can talk to the surgeon when you go upstairs."

"What can you tell us?" Munch asked, getting tired of the run-around.

"Let's go sit in the chairs." Debbie suggested then told the desk clerk to call the 9th floor and have them to call when Jackie was well enough to talk to the detectives.

As they walked down the hall, she was bombarded with requests.

"Exam 2 needs a mig of atropine." A doctor said.

"Ok, got it." She wrote it down and continued on.

"Curtain three needs a gram of ancef." A nurse shouted.

"Be there in a minute."

"We're out of ancef." Another nurse said.

"Call the pharmacy. Oh and call the blood bank, we used up all the O-neg on that last trauma."

"You got it." The nurse replied.

"Deb, do we got any pre-natal vitamins?" asked a med student.

"Try the drug lock up." Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder turning her around.

"Hey remember us?" Munch said, getting irritated.

"Of course I do, it's a crazy night."

"I noticed that, now can we talk?"

Before she could answer she heard someone else, another doctor.

"MVA ten minutes out, we're gonna need you in trauma one."

"Fuck!" she shouted the turned to the detectives and took a deep sigh. "Sorry, now, right this way." She said grabbing her gown and gloves. All three of them had a seat.

"She was in pretty bad shape when she was brought in. Bastard beat the hell out of her. We didn't know she was raped until we saw the blood between her legs and the bruising on her genitals."

"And that's when you did the rape kit?" Fin said.

"Yes."

"We're gonna need it." Munch added.

Debbie laughed slightly. "I know but there's something else I should tell you. When I did the kit I found pieces of glass inside her and embedded in her cervix. I took some for the kit."

"We'll still need to speak with her." John said.

"I'll go find the officer that has the rape kit and see if your victim is awake."
She said as she left.

John and Fin sat there filled with disgust.

"That's just wrong." Fin said.

"What's worse is the perp's still out there. I just hope we catch him in time before he does it again." John added.

"Amen to that." Fin for once agreed with his partner. "Here comes Florence nightingale."

"Deb?" the desk clerk said as Deb walked by with the officer who had the rape kit.

"Yes?" She replied as she leaned over the desk to talk.

Munch and Fin couldn't make out what they were saying because just then the paramedics rolled the accident victim around the corner. She hurried down the hall with the gurney but stopped when she got to the detectives.

"Here's the officer and the rape kit, the patient's awake, OB is the 9th floor, surgery is the 15th floor, get in the elevator and follow the signs. Holler if you need me."

"Thanks for your help." Munch said as Deb got further away.

"No problem, just catch the bastard." She shouted back then disappeared into the trauma room.

"I'll talk to the surgeon, you stay with the victim." Munch suggested.

The surgical floor was cold and sterile. Munch was glad he wore his coat or he would have frozen to death.

"I should have these people come in once a week to clean my apartment." He thought as he noticed how clean the place was.

"You must be the detective. They said you would be here soon." The doctor said as he offered his hand, John shook it. "I'm the surgeon who operated on your victim."

"Can you tell me exactly what happened to her?"

"Well, she lost a lot of blood; we almost lost her a couple of times on the operating table. She has a broken jaw, arm, ribs, slight skull fracture that needs observation. I also found multiple fragments of glass that caused extensive damage to her uterus." The doctor paused for a moment to ready John for what came next. "The damage was too severe to repair, I couldn't stop the bleeding, and I had to do an emergency hysterectomy."

"That son of a bitch, what did he do to this poor woman?" John thought to himself. At that point he didn't know if he meant the perp, the doctor, or both.

The doctor continued. "Pathology has the uterus; they'll send it over to your Medical examiner with their report. Is there anything else?"

"What are these shards of glass everyone keeps mentioning?"

"You'll have to have your crime scene people tackle that one but they looked like beer bottle shards."

"She was raped with a beer bottle?" John asked but in his heart he knew the answer.

"That's what it looks like."

John's heart sank. For once in his life he was at a loss for words. "What kind of sick son of a bitch would use a beer bottle to not only rape a woman but mess her up so bad she has to have a hysterectomy?"

"That's what I'm hoping you'll find out." The doctor said.

"Thank you." John said then walked towards the elevator. He sighed heavily. He just hoped Fin had some luck with the woman who had been violated.