Ruthless

Weak

Elizabeth: "Colleen?" she calls out, leaning against an apartment door as she softly knocks "Colleen, my name's Elizabeth Benson, I'm a police officer. Can you open the door? We're here to help you" she assures, waiting for a moment in silence "Colleen, your landlord gave me the key, but I'm not gonna use it unless you say I can. Can you say something, Colleen? Let us know that you're alright?"

Colleen: "I'm here!"

Elizabeth: "Good. Is anybody with you?"

Colleen: "No, I'm alone."

Elizabeth: "Okay. Can we open the door?" she hums, perking up when hearing the door unlock, lightly pushing it open to see Colleen lying on the ground "Are you hurt?"

Colleen: "No. I just need my chair." she cries as Elliot flicks on the light, moving to where her wheelchair lies on the ground

Elizabeth: "We're gonna get it for you. This is Detective Stabler and these are Officers Tanner and Galloway. They're the ones who were knocking on your door."

Elliot: "Can I?"

Colleen: "Just get me in it." she grits as Elliot picks her up, gently placing her in the chair

Elliot: "You okay?"

Colleen: "Yes. Yes."

Elizabeth: "Colleen, you told the 911 operator that the man who attacked you left two hours before you called."

Colleen: "He told me to wait or he would come back. And when I heard them knocking, I thought it was him, testing me. He might still be watching. He could still come back."

Elliot: "They always say they're gonna come back. They never do."

Officer: "Detectives, better listen to this."

Officer 2: "10-5 that, Central."

Central: "Be advised, we're receiving a report of a second sexual assault at 65 West 95th Street, apartment 6-David."

Elizabeth: "Another rape?" she breathes, brows furrowing in surprise

Elliot: "It's four flights up."

•••

Colleen: "I woke up and he was just sitting there, right at the end of my bed. I thought that I was dreaming. But then he put his hand over my mouth, and..."

Elizabeth: "It's okay, Colleen. Just take your time."

Colleen: "I don't know how he got in. That window's always locked" she shakily breathes "He rolled me over onto my stomach. I never saw his face."

Elizabeth: "Okay. How about any other factors? Did he seem short, tall? A particular smell of any kind? Aftershave, soap..."

Colleen: "Cigarettes. Stale, like a bar."

Elizabeth: "Did he say anything?"

Colleen: "He wanted me to tell him things. How good he was. How much I liked it. And I said it. It was like he needed it...to get going. I don't know, and even then he couldn't finish. He got so angry" she tears up, shaking her head as Elizabeth gives her a soft look "I don't think you're gonna find anything. He wore gloves."

Elizabeth: "When did he push the wheelchair out of your bedroom?"

Colleen: "After. He had to do one more thing to show me how helpless I am."

Elizabeth: "You're not helpless, Colleen. Believe me, I've seen enough of these guys to know you are 10 times braver than he could ever be. Okay?" she assures, squeezing her hand in comfort "Now, is there anything else that you can remember? Anything else that was familiar about him?"