Disclaimer: As always, I don't own characters or setting. But that should be a given by now. This story also utilizes characters and settings from NBC's Chase (cancelled after only 18 episodes), which stars Kelli Giddish (Amanda Rollins) as the lead. Since SVU is no stranger to crossovers, I figured this might be a fun idea to play around with. This is, however, primarily an SVU story and any knowledge of Chase is unnecessary. This story stands alone.

"Can I help you?" Carisi stopped to hop up onto his desk. He flashed a smile at the lady before extending a hand out towards her. "Detective Dom Carisi. At your service."

"Yeah, alright." She didn't even glance at Carisi's hand as she walked past him. She opened her jacket, flashing a star. "Deputy Marshal Ogbaa. From Houston. I'm looking for Lieutenant Benson."

"The lieutenant? She isn't in right now. But I can take a message if you'd like?"

Fin rolled his eyes. "Shut it, Carisi." He turned to the deputy before speaking. His hand, she shook. "I'm

Detective Tutuola. The Lieutenant's on her way in. Jury didn't get in until about fifteen minutes ago. You can wait out here or in her office."

Daisy, eyebrow raised, glanced over at Carisi.

"I'll wait in her office," she said.

Fin laughed. "Good choice."

Daisy closed the office door behind her. She didn't know what to make of New York. Sure, she'd been up north

before, but never to the city. It hadn't helped that flying into Newark had been a nightmare. Hell, finding her way out of the Jersey turnpike had been even worse. Still. Walking through the airport... The service at Axis... Not a single white man had given her lip. A taxi had even stopped for her as she walked out of the terminal. In retrospect, she wished she had taken him up on his offer. Fuck the turnpike.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Olivia marched into her office, slightly out of breath. "Olivia Benson. Good to meet you."

"Daisy Ogbaa."

She crossed her arms. No. She didn't know what to make of New York. She didn't know what to make of this SVU unit either. Not Tutola, not Carisi, and not Benson. She watched as Olivia settled down.

"You really didn't need to come up all this way," Olivia said. "We would've been happy to help in any way you needed."

"The task force wanted to take a little bit more of a hands on approach on this one."

"And there was something wrong with the New York City Marshalls?"

"We wanted to keep this in-house, too."

Olivia paused, giving the fast paced conversation a break. Time to breathe. "I understand." She didn't sit down. No. She stayed level with Daisy. "So what do you need?"

"You already know the basics. Your Tri-State Rapist. Victor Sadry. After your unit and the bureau nabs him, he gets sent to Fort Dix. Trouble stirs up and he manages a transfer down to Beaumont."

"And let me guess. Something went wrong."

"You got that right. About a month ago, Sadry escaped FCI Beaumont."

"What?"

Daisy ignored Olivia's outburst. "After he escapes, Houston gets hit with a series of rapes."

"You've got to be kidding me. Why haven't we heard anything unti now?"

"Feds want to keep this quiet, especially after the prison break y'all had up here..."

"...And because his MO is subtle, no one else has put two and two together."

"As far as everyone else is concerned," Daisy said, nodding in agreement, "there's just a couple of random rapists running around town. No one even suspects a serial."

"So what do you need from us?"

Daisy handed Olivia the file. "We think he's running around with accomplices. We think that he met one of them during his stay at Fort Dix."

"You think these are apprentices?" Oliva said.

"That's right. I could have just hit up Fort Dix on my own, but we figured we'd bring y'all in as a courtesy. We don't care much for jurisdiction. We just want to bring these guys back in."

"Same here. We have a few friends at Fort Dix, too. I'm sure they'll be happy to lend a hand."

"Perfect."

"Have you met the rest of the team, yet?" Olivia walked over to the door, opening it for the marshal.

"Detectives Tutola and Carisi. Anyone else?"

Daisy walked out with the Lieutenant, finding that the squadroom had filled out during their meeting.

"Deputy Marshal Ogbaa? Meet the rest of the squad. This is Detective Chris Diaz. Came in from Toronto. Our newest addition to the squad." Olivia turned towards the young detective. "Diaz. Where's Rollins?"

"She's booking Bisset. Uh, she'll be back in a minute."

"I'm right here, LT." The southern drawl from behind the squadroom door was unmistakeable. "What's up?"

"And this," said Olivia, turning towards Daisy, "is Sergeant Amanda Rollins."

The corners of Amanda's lips dropped as she walked into the squadroom. The cups of coffee fell to the floor, splashing and pooling around her shoes.

Daisy pushed forward from behind Olivia. "Annie?"

Amanda opened her mouth to speak. Only not a word escaped. She looked down at the coffee instead, only after half a minute had passed. She grabbed a stack of napkins off of Carisi's desk before bending down to dab at the mess.

"Shit," she said, whispering.

Olivia walked over and put her hand on Amanda's shoulder, ignoring Carisi's raised eyebrow and smirk. She whispered low enough so no one else could hear. "Amanda. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah... Yeah. I'm fine, LT."

"You sure?"

"I am." Amanda stopped. She breathed deeply through her nose before looking up at her lieutenant. "Can I have the room with her, Liv?"

Olivia nodded. Amanda didn't often drop formalties. "It's a slow day. You can take the interrogation room."

"What the hell, Annie?"

"No." Amanda covered her face with her hand. "Not Annie. It's Amanda."

"Is this some sort of a joke?"

"I'm sorry, Daisy."

"We had no idea where you went. Not one of us. You might as well have been dead."

"You think that's what I wanted? I didn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice," Daisy said. She pushed a finger into Amanda's chest. "So what is this? Do they even know who you are?"

"You know what? Yes. They do. I'm Amanda Rollins. Rollins. Not Frost. Not Annie. All of that... Shit went down in

Atlanta, and they gave me one of two choices. When APD heard whisperings of corruption down in Dallas..."

"You were UC."

"APD practically sold me to the Marshals. Made me do their dirty work for them. Like I said. They didn't give me

much of a choice. I was either gonna snitch or lose my shield."

"So Jimmy..."

"Yeah. That was me."

"And Ben?"

"That was me, too."

"Damnit, Annie." Daisy turned away. "That girl. The girlfriend of that bomber's vic. When we first questioned her... She kept looking at you funny. Recognized you. And you know what? I think she even called you Amanda, once.

I should have known... I really should have known."

"She's my sister. We had to play clean up. Fast."

"That whole case... This whole time... You were lying to us. Spying on us. We trusted you, Annie. With our lives.

You led our team! Luke looked up to you!"

"I'm sorry, Daisy. I truly am."

"You ever get tired of saying that?"

Amanda smiled weakly, shrugging. "Yeah. I do. Every day."

To be continued...