This was an idea I tossed around with a few friends of mine regarding the forgotten Stabler. I feel like Lizzie is really underutilized and well, that's what fanfic is for. :) Thousand Foot Krutch is one of my favorite bands and this fic is inspired by their music.

Dedicated to Rowan for suggesting the use of TFK and Lizzie and to Rachel for letting me bounce all of this off of her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

She knows, she's so much more than worthless,
She needs to find a purpose,
She wonders what she did to deserve this
And she's calling out to you,

This is a call, this is a call out,
Cause every time I fall down,
I reach out to you,
And I'm losing all control now,
And my hazard signs are all out,
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about.
-Thousand Foot Krutch's 'This is a Call'

Elizabeth Stabler had always thought she was too smart for this. She had watched her older sisters go through their fair share of bad boyfriends and had promised herself that she would never let herself become one of those girls. She'd always swore she'd never let a boy walk all over her, use her, or lay a hand upon her. She was the daughter of a cop, she was supposed to know how to avoid idiots like that. Then she started her junior year of high school where she grew into her gawky frame, got contacts, and learned to not part her hair in the middle, which gained her the attention of senior quarterback, Noah Jacobs.

Noah stood at just over six feet and was built like the Hulk. He had transferred from a school in South Carolina when he moved to New York with his father over the summer. He had a crooked grin and a twang that made Lizzie go weak in the knees and lose her head. She hadn't known in September that by Christmas Break Noah would be a two-faced monster that she could hardly recognize. At first he was sweet; held her hand, met her parents, went to church on Sundays and then it was like a switch was flipped and everything that went wrong became Lizzie's fault.

The first time he hit her was the Saturday after their winter formal. Lizzie had come over to watch movies with him and she accidentally let his dog out when she opened the door. He had called her stupid and gave her a black eye. An hour later he had apologized profusely, swore it'd never happen again, and begged her not to tell anyone. She had told her parents she had walked into the door.

Now it was March and the 'It won't happen ever again, Baby, I love you. Please don't tell's were occurring multiple times a week and the lies now slipped past her teeth with an ease that was frightening. She had no idea what she had done to set him off this time but she was stuck with no where to run. They were waiting in rush hour traffic on their way into the city on Friday afternoon so Lizzie could go to her father's place. The back of Noah's hand collided with her face and Lizzie cringed, "You're fucking worthless, can't you ever do anything right?"

"I'm sorry, Noah." She whimpered as his fist collided with her shoulder, her side, her face. Her heart rate quickened because she had no idea how she was going to explain her way out of these new bruises that were sure to form. He slugged her in the jaw as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth and she prayed someone would see them, "You're right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Fucking useless, Bitch." Noah's hand slammed against the steering wheel and Lizzie jumped, drawing her knees to her chest and waiting for the outburst to end. She hated that with every outburst the more she believed him to be true. Once upon a time she was a self-confident teenage girl and now she was starting to believe the claims that she was worthless, useless, stupid, unlovable. She craved the normalcy her life once held but since her parents divorced they both worked more and the only people she saw on a regular basis was her siblings. Dickie had asked about the bruises but she'd just brushed him off and when he persisted she had screamed at him until he stopped caring. Her father had noticed the marks on her weekends with him but Lizzie had just claimed they were from fights with assorted people.

Maureen had figured it out when she visited on Valentine's day. Lizzie had made her swear not tell and promised her that she would leave Noah. Maureen hadn't told but Lizzie didn't end things with Noah. Things were getting worse and worse and Lizzie was afraid that one day Noah was going to follow through on his threats and go ahead and kill his worthless girlfriend.

"I love you, Noah." She tried to pacify him as she reached out cautiously to lay a hand on his forearm. He grabbed her arm and twisted it til Lizzie was sure that her wrist was going to snap. Tears slipped from her blue eyes as she bit her swollen lip, "Noah, let go please. Please just let go. I'm sorry. You're right. I fuck everything up."

"Someone. Has. To. Teach. You. A. Lesson." Noah growled as he laid on his horn at the backed up traffic. The southern accent that had once been endearing just made his deep voice scarier and Lizzie began to search for a way to get out of the situation. She didn't come to Manhattan for anything much outside of visiting her father and so she was at a loss as to where she was. She spotted a street sign and recognized the name; it was the same street of the precinct her father worked at. He wasn't scheduled to work but she could at least hide out there until she was sure that Noah was long gone. She could live without her bag, undoing the belt and unlocking the door, she moved swiftly out of the vehicle, "LIZZIE!" Noah yelled after her, "GET BACK HERE, YOU BITCH!"

Tears slid down her face as she sprinted down the sidewalk, weaving her way around groups of people as her lungs burned from the sprint she hadn't stretched for. She didn't allow herself to look back as she continued down the sidewalk toward the sixteenth precinct. She reached the cement steps of the building and slowed her sprint to a jog. Her brain hurt; Noah would kill her if she told but now she was afraid that he'd kill her even if she didn't. Her feet felt like brick as she started up the stairs; her converse slipped on the seventh step and she fell to her knees. Tears poured down as she curled into a ball, rocking herself.

"Lizzie?" Olivia Benson paused on her way down the steps; she was on a mission for good coffee when she spotted her partner's daughter. Her heart caught in her throat when she saw the blood and the bruises, "Lizzie, what happened?"

"I can't tell." Lizzie sobbed; she looked up at Olivia, eyes blood shot and blood dripping from her split lip, "He'll kill me if I tell. I can't tell, Liv. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't."

"Lizzie," Olivia dropped to the steps next to her, carefully wrapping an arm around her, "I won't let nobody hurt you, Baby, but you have to tell me who did this to you."

"It's stupid," Lizzie sniffled, "I should have stopped him. Should have listened to Maureen. Shouldn't have let this happen."

"Stopped who, Liz." Olivia shed her leather jacket, wrapping it around Elizabeth's shoulders. She hadn't seen any of the Stabler in a long time and had missed them a lot but she had never wanted this to be the way she ran into Lizzie. She helped Lizzie stand, "Let's go inside, Sweetheart."

Cradling her bruised wrist, she sniffled and stared at her feet, "It was Noah."

"Noah?" Olivia's brows burrowed in confusion as she racked her brain for the name. She had heard Elliot mention Lizzie's cowboy of a boyfriend a while back and she vaguely remembered the name Noah being tossed around, "Your boyfriend?"

Lizzie nodded, fresh tears falling down as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively, "He's gonna kill me Livia. How could I be so stupid?"

"Ssh, Honey," Olivia pulled out her cellphone, "I'm going to take you to a hospital and get you checked out and we'll get all this taken care of."

"NO!" She screamed, "Daddy can't find out! Liv, he'll kill him."

The doors to the precinct opened as John Munch walked outside ready to harass Olivia for taking her sweet time with the coffee when he saw the distraught young girl, "Liv? What's going on?"

"Call Elliot," Olivia instructed, "Tell him to meet me at Sinai and that I have Lizzie with me." Lizzie began to protest but Olivia picked up the petite girl and carried her to the police issue sedan. She buckled Lizzie in like she was still five years old and got in the driver's seat. She pulled the first aid kit from under the seat and handed Lizzie gauze to hold to her bleeding lip as she flipped on the siren and headed to Mount Sinai hospital.

Somewhere along the way Lizzie slipped from consciousness and Olivia's heart rate quickened. This was her partner's baby girl and there she was sitting bruised and battered in the passenger seat of the police car. Squealing to a stop in front of the hospital, Olivia again carried Lizzie this time into the Emergency Room. Doctors and nurses rushed over at the sight of the girl; they got Lizzie onto a gurney before rushing toward a trauma room. Olivia followed after only to be stopped by the nurse at the swinging doors, "I'm sorry, Miss, family only."

"I'm a police officer," Olivia pulled her badge from her pocket, "and that little girl is my partner's daughter. I'm going in there." The nurse stepped to the side and Olivia stepped into the room as chaos occurred all around her. IV's were hung, suture kits were tore open, metal instruments clicked and clanged in a blur. Lizzie woke momentarily in a cry of pain that ripped Olivia's heart in two before they gave her pain medication that eased her back into unconsciousness.

"Any idea who did this to her?" One of the doctor's asked Olivia who was as pale as a ghost and leaning against the wall.

"Her," She choked on the dry air, "Her boyfriend."

"Add a rape kit." The attending told the charge nurse and Olivia's heart hit the floor. In the chaos of everything that had happened Olivia hadn't even thought of asking that question. The question that as an SVU detective she was trained to ask every victim, but this was her partner's daughter and she couldn't fathom something like that happening to Lizzie.

"Ma'am," The nurse interrupted her thought, "we need you to step outside for this." Olivia nodded and pushed off the wall, going out into the hallway and taking a seat on an archaic plastic chair that was fastened to the wall. She put her head in her hands and fought back the tears that were forming her eyes, she didn't know how to think like a police officer on this one.

She heard him before she saw him; his shoes pounded down the tile hallway in a rhythm that belonged to him and him alone. She lifted her head slowly as she saw the fear on his face, "Liv, what happened!?"

"El," She stood and placed a hand on his arm, "calm down for a second. Lizzie's gonna be okay; she, uh, she got beat pretty badly. She showed up at the precinct when I was on my way out and El, he beat the living hell out of her."

"Who did?" Elliot asked, she could feel his pulse racing through his veins.

"Noah."

"Son of a bitch." He cursed and she didn't even blink as his fist collided with the wall, "I knew that bastard was no good. I swear, I'm going to -"

"You are not," Olivia interrupted him, "Lizzie's scared enough. She needs you to stay calm, Elliot. She needs you to be her daddy right now. Later, when Lizzie's okay, I promise to help you return the favor to him."

Elliot's shoulders slumped in submission, "I need to be with her."

"As soon as they're done with the...." Olivia paused, unable to finish the phrase. She saw the look on Elliot's face and she knew that he knew what they were doing now, "She didn't say that he did but she lost consciousness and they needed to be sure."

He collapsed into the plastic chair that she had been sitting in, she crouched in front of him and took his hand in hers, "How could this happen to Lizzie? Out of all my girls Lizzie is the most careful, Liv. She's always been so cautious and strong. She's strong, Liv. How could this happen to her?"

"I don't know." She sighed, "I don't know, Elliot, but we're gonna get this scumbag. He's gonna pay for what he did to her."

The doors to the trauma room opened and the nurses emerged. One went off toward the lab with the rape kit and the other stood there, "She's awake but groggy. She's asking for her dad."

"I need to call Kath." Elliot murmured as he stood but didn't let go of Olivia's hand.

"I'll do that," Olivia promised, squeezing his hand, "go be with Lizzie, El." She told him and he nodded, moving past the nurse and entering the room.

Olivia turned her attention to the nurse, "Negative or positive."

"Both," The nurse informed her, "there was no new tearing or scarring but there is definite evidence of previous sexual trauma."

Olivia closed her eyes, "Fuck."

–

Elliot Stabler tried to mentally prepare himself for what lay on the other side of the curtain. His daughter had been assaulted and he felt the bile raising in his throat. It had been his worst fear since he had joined the force; that someone would harm Maureen, Kathleen, Dickie, or Lizzie. He and Kathy had raised the girls to be strong, to fight back and he had never expected any of them to end up in that sort of relationship – particularly Lizzie. Then again, he was kicking himself for not seeing it sooner. She had taken the divorce the hardest, she had soaked up the attention of the boys who admired the changes she had made over the summer.

Stepping around the curtain tears flooded his eyes as he saw his little girl laying in the bed covered in bruises. Elliot blinked back the tears as she looked up at him, tears already falling she reached out for him. Through her tears, she cried, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I should have stopped him. I should have stopped him. This is all my fault."

"No, Baby," Elliot lowered the guard rail on the side of the bed and wrapped his arms around his daughter as carefully as he could, "you didn't ask for this." He brushed the hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her temple, "I love you, Elizabeth Grace."

"Daddy," She sniffled, "I love him. Why'd he do it? He was so good to me and then it was like he snapped and everything I ever did was wrong."

"I don't know," Elliot traced circles on her back, "we'll figure all that out later. Right now you need to rest. Your mom will be here soon and we'll take it from there."

"Everything is all messed up," Lizzie pulled away, turning on her side and pulling the hospital issue blanket up to her chin, "Noah was right. I fuck everything up."

Elliot's blood boiled at his daughter's words. He wanted to hunt down Noah Jacobs and beat him as bad as he beat Lizzie. Noah Jacobs had broke his little girl and now Elliot wanted to break him. Somehow, he had gotten into Lizzie's head and shattered every shred of confidence she had. All Elliot could do was hold her close and try to comfort her, "He's a liar, Liz."

Olivia slowly pushed open the double doors to the trauma room and walked over to the pair. She rested her hand on Elliot's shoulder and gave Lizzie a small smile, "Your mom is on her way, Kiddo. I called Captain Cragen; Munch and Fin are going to handle the case. They should be here to take your statement in a little bit."

"Thanks, Liv." The corners of Elliot's mouth turned up slightly.

"El," Liv nodded her head toward the door, "I need to talk to you. Alone." She looked back at Lizzie who was still half asleep from the morphine and reached out, tucking a blond curl behind her ear, "I need to talk your dad. We'll be right outside in the hallway, okay?"

Elliot kissed her forehead and then stood, following Olivia out into the crowded hallway. She stood silently for a few moments and Elliot kept peaking over her shoulder to make sure Lizzie was okay. Olivia began to pace in front of him and Elliot's heart raced, "Olivia, what's wrong?"

"I need you to stay calm, okay?"

"Liv," His brows furrowed, "You're scaring me."

"I, uh, I talked to the nurse." She ran her hand through her hair and looked at him, "Liz wasn't raped," He breathed a sigh of relief, "this time."

"What?"

"There was evidence of previous sexual trauma." Olivia explained, trying to keep it as clinical and detached as possible. She watched Elliot's knees buckle as he fell back against the wall. She grabbed him at the elbows, trying to steady him but ended up sliding to the floor alongside of him. He didn't make noise but she could tell that he was sobbing. Crawling over to him, she sat beside him against the wall and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close to her. Elliot leaned against her and she let him cry til he couldn't cry anymore.

–

John Munch and Fin Tutuola walked down the corridor of the hospital. Olivia looked up from where she sat on the same plastic chair from earlier, she stretched and popped her back. She ran a hand over her tired eyes, "Hey, Guys."

"How are they doing?" Fin nodded his head toward the room Lizzie was in. Kathy sat on one side and Elliot on the other while Lizzie slept between them both.

"Lizzie's a mess. Broken ribs, sprained wrist, concussion, bruises everywhere." Liv shook her head and Munch placed a comforting hand on her forearm, "Elliot wants to hunt down this kid and kill him – which I think it's safe to say we'd all like to. Kathy just wants to make it better."

"Sounds about right," Munch sighed, "we did a background check on this Noah kid. He's got no record but his dad was arrested for domestic violence a few years back. His parents divorced a year ago and he chose to live with dear old abusive toward women dad."

"Fits the pattern." Olivia fell back into the chair, kicking the ground, "Dammit!"

"Is she up for giving a statement, Baby Girl?" Fin asked and Olivia nodded as she pounded her head against the wall. Munch placed his hand between Olivia's head and the wall before she stood up and the three of them walked into the hospital room.

"Liz," Elliot shook Lizzie's shoulder softly, "Honey, time to wake up." The young girl's eyes fluttered before opening completely, "Detectives Munch and Tutuola are here to take your statement, Baby."

"Oh..." She whispered and set up the best she could in the hospital bed, "Okay." She looked from her father, to her mother, to Olivia, "Does everyone have to be here for this?"

"No," Elliot reassured her, "Whoever you're comfortable with can be here." He promised, squeezing her good hand lightly.

"Would it," She paused, "Can it just be me and Livia? Please."

Elliot knew that Lizzie had attached herself to his partner and he knew that Olivia would do what was best for Elizabeth. He looked over at Kathy who nodded her head, wanting what was best for their daughter, "Sure, I'll go pick up Dickie from basketball and grab some dinner for all of us."

"I'll be right out in the hall." Elliot pressed a kiss to her head before exiting the room with his ex-wife.

–

"What do we do?" Kathy asked as Elliot walked her toward the front doors of the hospital. Her eyes were red and her throat was sore from the tears she had been holding back as she wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

"C'mere," Elliot pulled her into a hug. Despite everything that happened between the two of them they were still good friends, a piece of paper couldn't tear apart that, "We let her lead. She knows what she needs right now and she'll let us know when she's ready to let us in."

"Yeah," Kathy pulled away and gave him a small smile, "she's tough, El."

–

"Alright, Lizzie," Fin opened his notebook, "just take us through it from the beginning. Even things that may seem like they don't relate might be key."

"Alright," Lizzie nodded, squeezing Olivia's hand tightly and closing her eyes. She began to recount her relationship with Noah and how it had been good before suddenly going sour, "He was like a ticking bomb. He goes off over the tiniest thing. If I wasn't at his Jeep exactly five minutes after the last bell rang, if I said something wrong."

Fin scribbled notes as Munch focused on a chipped tile on the wall. He, just like Elliot, wanted to find this kid and murder him. John Munch had known Elliot since just after the twin's first birthday. Lizzie Stabler had sat on his lap and colored while her father was having a heated argument with Kathy in the stairway, she'd colored him pictures for every feasible holiday and sometimes just because, and she'd always come to him when she wanted candy. To see her as a victim in a hospital bed broke his heart.

"Maureen figured it out at Valentine's when I came home from the date and had a welt on my cheek." Lizzie explained, knees drawn to her chest, "I made her promise not to tell and I lied to her. I told her it was the first time that it happened and that I was ending it with him. I never did. I wish I had then I wouldn't be here now."

"It's okay, Sweetheart." Liv whispered, squeezing her hand and tracing circles on her wrist with her thumb.

Fin sighed, "Lizzie, the nurses did a rape kit on you. We need to know about the sexual abuse."

"He, uhm," Lizzie thrust her head back against the pillow, new tears pooling in her tear ducts, "dammit, it was just a couple of times but he wouldn't listen no matter how much I begged him not to. He kept saying that it was my job. That it was something I was supposed to do for him."

Olivia closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from screaming out. She reached out cautiously and wiped the tears from Lizzie's eyes, "It's alright, Liz, you're doing really well."

"He always said things like that," Lizzie sniffled, "his dad did too. When I was at his house Noah would hit me in front of his dad and his dad would talk about how women had to be trained. That I was good, obedient bitch unlike Noah's mom."

They listened a while longer and then Fin closed his notebook, "Alright, Lizzie, we have what we need right now. Patrol is going to pick Noah up, he'll be arraigned and depending on the judge he'll either be held in the tombs until trial or he'll be released on bail. If he's released there will be a protective order and he won't be allowed within a thousand feet of you."

"Okay," She whispered, "thank you."

"If you remember anything else," Munch added, "have your Dad or Olivia call us." He patted her hand and then followed Fin from the room.

Lizzie leaned back into the bed wishing that it would swallow her whole. She rolled her head to the right and gave Olivia a tear filled smile, "Thank you for staying with me Liv."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else, Liz." She promised, "We'll get you through this. I promise that you aren't alone in this. Okay?"

"Okay," She nodded, "Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"Will I have to go back to school if he's released?" She sniffled and Olivia once again wiped her tears, "I don't ever want to see him again. As much as I love him, I hate him. My head hurts and it's not just from the concussion."

"I don't know," Olivia took her hand, "Your parents will have to figure that one out later but I know they won't make you do anything that would be harmful for you." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss just above her eyebrow, "Now get some rest because soon your entire family will be here."

"Joy." Lizzie mumbled, rolling onto her side and clutching Olivia's arm like it was a stuffed bear. Olivia ran her free hand through Lizzie's long blond curls, brushing them away from her bruised face. Her emotions were running rampant but as she sat beside her partner's daughter she thanked a God she didn't put much stock in that Lizzie was alive and, moreover, that Lizzie was letting her guard down and trusting her.

Elliot walked in after bidding a goodbye to Munch and Fin. Silently, he walked across the floor and took a seat next to Olivia, interlacing his left hand with her right and resting his free hand on Lizzie's bed. They sat in silence taking in the slumbering teenager with the tiniest of angelic smiles that came with the comfort of freedom from her abuser. If breaking was an art form, Elizabeth Stabler was the Mona Lisa.