Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order: SVU. It belongs to Dick Wolf and everyone else who produces it and makes it and everything else. If I did own it, I'd be filthy rich and I wouldn't be writing fanfiction; I'd just be putting everything in the episodes.

The Chains of Bondage

It was a crisp Sunday morning. There seemed nothing unusual about it as a woman in her mid-thirties and a ten-year-old boy walked down the street towards Central Park. The boy strained as he clung to the leash of a six-month-old Saint Bernard which pulled and nearly dragged the kid down the street.

"Danny, I swear to God. Why did you have to get that dog? Why couldn't you get something smaller and more manageable? Like a Shih-Tzu or a Terrier? There should be a law against drooling so much, especially all over my nice carpet and couches," the mother stated in an irritated voice. The cool morning made her pull her jacket closer to her body. Danny gave a lopsided grin as he adjusted his grip and tried to keep the dog from running off.

"Aw, Mom! Rocky isn't that bad," he replied with a grunt. Even for being so young, the dog was large and strong. Suddenly, the boy lost his grip on the leash and Rocky took off running into the brush. Crying the dog's name, Danny ran off after him and the mother, groaning as though this had happened far too many times already began to run as well. It wasn't long before she caught up with the both of them. Rocky was sniffing furiously at something underneath the cover of a bush while Danny was trying to pull him away. The Saint Bernard chomped down on something and the mother grabbed the leash to help pull him back.

As she pulled, she frowned as she noticed what the dog held tightly to had come with him. Finally, the large puppy let go and Danny froze, eyes wide as the boy's mother gave the dog a quick swat its butt.

"Mom..." he started.

"Danny, you wanted this dog and you are the one that has to teach it to quit running off like this!" she snapped as she checked to make sure the leash was still attached to the collar.

"Mom..." he began again.

"And don't give me that, 'oh Mom, I promise I'll start taking care of him' routine; I think I've heard it enough," she continued, as if she didn't hear him.

"MOM!" he cried, tugging her coat sleeve and pointing at the object that Rocky had pulled from the bush. She finally looked, muttering an annoyed 'what!' She gasped and grabbed her son's hand pulling him and the dog away. The dog had pulled a human hand from the bush... and it was attached to a shaking, bloody and groaning woman.

"Oh, my God."

Bellevue Hospital

Emergency Room

Monday, October 9th

Two detectives, one male and one female entered the sliding doors of the hospital. The man was dressed in a suit with a matching blue tie, his warm coat open at the top. The woman was dressed in black slacks and a mauve button-down shirt tucked in at the hem wearing her own nice coat, also open. The stepped up to the nurse's station and waved their badges at the woman behind the counter.

"I'm Detective Elliot Stabler, this is Detective Olivia Benson. We're here about the woman found in the park?" the man spoke with authority. The nurse nodded and pointed out a man to her left.

"You'll want to talk to Dr. Gregory Parker. He's the attending and took her case when EMS brought her in."

Quickly, Benson and Stabler walked over to the smartly dressed man, a stethoscope in place around his neck as most people would expect. He was signing a chart as they came up to him. He wasn't a remarkable looking man, just about a head shorter than Elliot with brown eyes and slicked back hair that had long ago turned to salt and pepper in color. He looked up when he heard a throat being cleared and put the chart down the moment he saw the badges.

"Detectives Stabler and Benson," Elliot announced.

"You're here about the Jane Doe in the park?"

"Yeah. What is her condition?" Benson asked. Dr. Parker motioned for them to follow. He led them to the ICU and into a room with a clear view of the nurse's station outside. Even though they saw things like this every day, it still came as a shock to the two officers what the woman's condition was. She looked small and fragile against the white sheets, multiple tubes in her body and one taped down her throat. There were so many bruises covering her face that they couldn't even hope to get a positive identification until her face cleared up. Her arms were worse, covered in bruises, cuts and cigarette burns. They could only imagine what the rest of her body looked like. The only thing that they could easily identify her by was the limp red dyed curly hair that lay fanned out against the pillows and the tan tint of what little flesh was left unmarred.

"As you can see, she's in bad shape. When paramedics brought her in, her clothes were in shreds. We did a rape kit when we realized that her panties were hanging off one of her ankles. We almost lost her twice to cardiac arrest on the table; she had internal bleeding from six stab wounds to the abdomen and two in the chest," Parker rambled as they stared at the victim.

"Can you give us a call when she wakes up or if her condition changes?" Elliot asked, pulling out a card.

"I'm sorry, Detective, but the chances of her waking up are very slim. She's in a coma and there is very little hope for her waking up. I think the trauma to her body and the internal bleeding deprived her brain of blood; unless some kind of miracle happens, she's going to be like this for a long time, maybe the rest of her life," the doctor continued.

"Thank you. Please, keep us informed," Olivia said as she and Elliot turned and left. As they walked through the hospital back to their car, Olivia could almost smell the rage that came off her partner in waves.

"That woman wasn't beaten; she was tortured."

The statement mirrored what was running through her mind.

"Munch and Fin covering the scene?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah; they're canvassing the park. She was found stuffed underneath a bush by a kid, his mom and his dog."

Central Park

Crime Scene

Monday, October 9th

A very slim older man with grey hair wearing a suit that made him look even thinner knelt down slightly. He wore a pair of square sunglasses to cover his slightly squinting eyes as he stared at the bloody ground before him. He'd interviewed the mother and the kid an hour before and had canvassed the park in search of a witness. CSU had gone through every inch of this particular part of Central Park; there was a lot of evidence they'd have to comb through before they found something viable since it hadn't rained in more than a week. The gentleman, by the name of John Munch, looked over to his partner. Odafin "Fin" Tutuola was not too far away, still interviewing a few people. Munch returned his attention to the bush he was kneeling by.

The blood was slightly dried and there were pieces of clothing that had been photographed and labeled with numbers. A uniformed officer approached him from the side with an evidence bag.

"Detective, I think I found something."

"What is it?" he asked as he stood up slightly awkwardly.

"We found a rock and a branch with pieces of human tissue and blood on them. It's possible that the victim was beaten with them before she was dumped here. We're going to send them to the lab to confirm that the tissue on it belongs to the victim."

"Good. Has anything been found that can identify the victim? Purse, driver's license, passport or college ID?"

"Nothing yet. We've gone through this part of the park but we still have the rest to cover."

"Munch!" He turned around to see Fin waving him to come over. Nodding to the officer, he went to his partner with a slight frown on his face.

"Anything?"

"Nothing. No one saw a damn thing."

"Any news on our Jane Doe?"

"Yeah. She's in a coma; she probably won't wake up."

"Do they know if she was raped?"

"Not yet; they did a rape kit at the hospital after they got her stable. Sent it to the lab to see if there are any fluids besides blood."

Okay, everyone. This is my first Law & Order: SVU fic, so please... be honest and harsh if needed. I've been watching the show for nearly three years now but I'm not sure if I'm writing the characters in a way to do them honor or realistic. So please, any input is very much appreciated and will be put to good use. Flames are valued as much as praise!