Please review! This story is like a few of my others, but you seem to like this theme. So, I'll take another whack at it.

Olivia sat across the small café table from Fin as they watched their bait sit on the bench outside the bus terminal. Amanda was sitting at the table next to him. John was buying a coffee at the counter, watching for their suspect through the mirror above the cashier while Nick stood at the edge of the sidewalk pretending to wait for a bus. Their bait was a young male, Dale Harper, in his early twenties who had already flipped on his boss for sending young girls up a chain to him. Now, they were waiting for the next link to come to him, hoping to keep the chain going until they reached the boss.

Olivia brought her wrist up to her mouth, using her hand to 'itch' the side of her head. "He said we're looking for a tall, dirty blonde male around his age. He has a tattoo on the side of his neck of claw marks."

"No sign of him yet." Nick's voice came through.

"I don't know if he's coming. We have a younger girl coming his way, and she's looking right at him." Amanda said as discreetly as she could without spooking the girl. As she predicted, the young brunette sat down across from their bait.

Dale's eyes widened. "What are you doing here? Where's Eric?"

The girl shook her head. "He had to go to work. He told me to come here for him instead. What's up with work that you needed to talk to him about it?"

"He misunderstood me. I'll just have to talk to him another time." Dale stated before leaning closer to her. "You need to go. Run."

Olivia stood up. "Get her."

The girl frowned. "Dale, what are you talking about?"

"You need to run. Tell Eric we are nailed." Dale warned her before standing her up. "Go!"

Nick came up from behind the girl while Amanda stepped behind Dale. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Amanda started to recuff Dale when the girl started sprinting down the sidewalk. "Get her!" Olivia yelled already running across the street, Fin holding up his badge to stop the traffic from coming at them. Nick darted after the girl as she weaved between the busy foot traffic heading into Times Square. She started running across the street when Nick yelled out to her.

"Stop! Police!" The girl turned to look at him before a taxi cab hit their brakes, not stopping in time to avoid the collision. The momentum caused the girl to fly over the taxi and land on the ground between the white lines of the crosswalk. Nick held up his badge to avoid getting hit himself as he hurried over to the girl. She was groaning and gripping her arm.

"Don't you think you could've identified yourself as police officers sooner?" The girl asked before Nick helped her up. She let out a yelp as she held her arm against her stomach. Nick walked her over to the sidewalk where everybody else was waiting so traffic could get moving again. "Dale, why'd you tell me to run. They're cops."

Dale rolled his eyes. "No shit! I know that."

Fin took a look at the girl's arm, moving it slightly and watching as her face contorted in pain. "She dislocated her shoulder. I can pop it back into place once we get back to the station."

"Don't worry about it." The girl stated before going over to the traffic light post and adjusting her arm before slamming herself against it. She cried out, but quickly recovered and walked back over to them. "Now, can somebody tell me what's going on?"

"We can explain it when you come down to the station to answer some of our questions." Olivia stated putting her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "We're from the 1-6."

"Special Victims?" Her blue eyes widened as she asked the question. That's when she turned on Dale and punched him in the face, knocking him out of Amanda's arms and onto the ground. "What the hell did you do?" Olivia grabbed her quickly before the girl spit in Dale's face. "You piece of shit!"

Olivia cuffed the girl. "You just assaulted a man in front of five police officers. It's time to go down to the precinct."

"I don't know what this girl is doing hanging around Dale, but it can't be good. She has seven different driver's licenses in her wallet. All with different names." Nick said looking through the pile of cards that Fin had just pulled out of the wallet they had collected from the girl inside the interrogation room. "Cherry Matthus, Harley Daniels,"

"That's a girl's name?" Fin asked looking at the Harley Daniels ID.

"Alison Carrey, Molly Manson," Nick continued filing through the names.

Fin's eyes widened. "I wouldn't mess with a girl with that name."

Nick smirked holding up the next card. "Gemma Benson."

"Benson?" Fin asked grabbing the card. "Liv will have a fun time grilling this girl."

Nick chuckled as he read through the rest of the names. "Katey Natalia and Anabelle Morgan."

Amanda took the last card. "Anabelle Morgan? Isn't she that woman who died last month in the car accident near Battery Park?"

"Yeah, she was like seventy-some years old." Nick nodded before hurrying out to his computer with Amanda and Fin following. Fin went over to John's desk to show him the different IDs, starting him off on some sort of crazy conspiracy theory. Nick searched his computer until he found the article he wanted. "Here it is. She died after a drunk driver hit her car head on. The driver's trial is in a few months."

"I wonder what other IDs are fake." Amanda said mostly to herself.

Nick pulled out a DNA swab kit from his desk. "It'll be quicker if I just collect the DNA off of Dale's face."

Amanda grinned and stood up. "Fin and I will talk to her first."

Fin let Amanda walk into the room first before leaning against the wall, letting Amanda take the lead on this one. "You were pretty heated today. You weren't happy with your buddy Dale."

"He's not my buddy. Besides, if he's involved in a police matter from this unit, he has to have done something stupid." The girl said crossing her arms over her chest. "So, what did Dale do?"

"Well, let's get a few things straight first." Fin stood up straight and walked over to the table before dropping the different IDs on the table. "We need to know your real name and how you got these? These are professionally made."

The girl bit her lip as she looked through the different cards containing personal information for each name. "I'm not answering anything about the cards until I know why Dale and my boyfriend are involved with you guys. If it's important enough, I can help you and get a deal."

"Smart girl." Fin stated before moving towards the mirror, the only barrier between him and Olivia's office.

Amanda pointed to the cards again. "At least tell us which one you are so we know what to call you."

The brunette rolled her eyes, but looked over the identification cards until she found the one she wanted, holding it up between her index and middle finger for Amanda to see. "The name is Gemma."

Amanda's eyes widened. "Wait, you're name is actually Gemma Benson."

"Yeah, it's not that uncommon." Gemma shrugged before leaning back in the chair. "You guys look like you've seen a ghost. Look, you guys know my name. Tell me why Dale is here."

Fin sighed before speaking up. "Your boy, Dale, has been gathering girls to send up the line to a sex trafficker. We caught him in the act, but we don't know his next in command. When you came today, it was your boyfriend who sent you, wasn't it?"

Gemma ran a hand through her hair. "If I talk, what do I get?"

"Well, you need to help us get your boyfriend and any other information you know. We'll need to know how you got these cards. If you help us, we could probably overlook the identity fraud. Other than that, the assault charge will depend on Dale." Amanda explained.

Gemma sighed biting her thumbnail. "If I flip on my boyfriend, where am I going to stay? I can't go back to the apartment. I ran away from home when I was sixteen. I've been with him ever since then."

Fin nodded his head once. "We can talk to our Sergeant and see what she says. In the meantime, is your boyfriend at your apartment?"

"He might be. If he sent me to do his dirty work, he might be on the run. He could've gone to his step dad's in Pennsylvania. Otherwise, he would be at work. He's the one that makes my IDs down near Bubba Gump's in Times Square. We go to clubs every weekend, and I can't get in without one." Gemma said going over things in her head. "He wouldn't have any other place to go unless he has friends I don't know about. And, he probably does considering Dale was passing girls to him. Who knows what I've been getting into?" She covered her face with her hands.

"If you want, we can take you to the hospital. If it worries you that much, we can have a doctor run some tests." Amanda said picking up the fake cards, putting them into the folder she had brought in with her. "Just hang tight." Gemma nodded her head, her leg starting to bounce under the table.

Fin gave her a sympathetic smile and put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll take care of you here."

Gemma returned his smile, worry still filled her eyes, but she at least smiled. "Thank you."

Olivia stared at the teenager through the one way mirror. "Shit." She huffed out under her breath before grabbing her phone. She dialed a number she never thought she would ever call again. "Hi Kathy, I need to ask you a favor."

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