Jerry's POV

Daddy and I were playing cards when there's this knock at the door. "I'll get it Dad." I jumped out of my seat and waltzed to the door. "Hello?"I answered the door to see three people two men and one woman.

"Hey little guy. Are your Daddy's home?" The woman bent down to my height. I nodded. "Daddy! There are people here that want to see you!" I yelled down the hall. At that moment I heard dad running down the hall.

"Hello I'm Richard Starkey." He let the people in. "Hello Mr. Starkey. I'm Elliot Stabler. We're here to talk to you and your son about the rape." Dad nodded his head. "Jerry? Can I talk to you please? Maybe have you got a bedroom.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs and into my room. He shut the door. "You play guitar?" I nodded. sitting down on your bed. "Do you like drawing?" I nodded. "Could you draw me a picture of what happened at school?" I nodded and sat down at my desk.

I looked at him, and stared back at the blank page. All these memories shooting back at me. Before I realised my pencil was scribbling on the page. I finished in under a minute. I handed it to Mr. Elliot. "You're good drawing." He smiled at me. "Thanks."

"Now can we sit down so we can talk about  it?" I sat on my bed and him next to me. "So... Tell me kiddo, what did she do?" . . .

~After a lot of boring questions~

Ringo's POV

"So how is he?" I asked Elliot. "Well he seems to be doing fine, but this case needs a lot more attention than we thought. Everyday a different officer will come and talk to him. He doesn't seem to like talking so it could be good to get him to talk to other people. He likes drawing so do that with him a lot to ease his mind."

"Okay thank you officer." I said smiling. "No, Thank you." We laughed for a bit.

"HEY! WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE DOING IN MY HOUSE!"