"Who is Rollins talking too?" Olivia walked towards her office, noticing that Fin and Carisi were staring at Rollins and her visitor. "Hello?"

"Oh, sorry, Lieu. Just some guy who came in. He said he needed to talk to you, but Rollins volunteered to keep him company until you came." Olivia shook her head, and continued into her office. She set down her stuff and sat down in the black wheeled chair. She quickly typed in her password and logged into the computer before coming back out to greet the man.

She put a hand on Rollins back. "Lieutenant Benson." She put her hand out as Rollins stood up and left.

"Ma'am, could we please go somewhere private?" He shook her hand.

"Of course... Please, follow me. We will go to my office,," she smiled. "You'll have to excuse the mess please." She looked back at the man, and saw pain in his eyes. But not the pain she would see in victims' eyes, just a blank stare, type of pain.

She sat down in her chair, and he sat across from her. "May I ask what happened?" The man lowered his head and stared at the desk. He sighed.

"I... took part in an underage trafficking ring. We... sold and... offered services of girls, and boys to many different men. They are all children, the youngest is 7 and the olderet is 14. But I came to you because I want to bring the ring down."

Olivia looked horrified. She shook her head, showing she understood, but she didn't. Why would this man want to get himself killed? Why now? Is this a set up?

"Oh... ok. You understand what this means, right?" He shook his head.

"They raped my sister. I don't care how much trouble I get in, my sister needs justice." His voice grew angry. "I want them all locked up, even if I have to be with them." He was now looking at the woman, whom shook her head.

"I understand. But there is a lot more information that we need. Who do you work for?" She pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.

"His name is Juan Juliano." She wrote down the name, then looked at him.

"Do you know who is above him?" He shook his head. "Ok... are there any upcoming parties, or maybe a big trade or sale?" He nodded.

"In four days they are going to a party, and trying to sell a bunch of the kids, so they can buy new ones. It will be at 509 Park Avenue. The grey house. I am supposed to work security." He looked at the floor.

"Ok, I need you to keep taking part in the activities of this ring, and stay safe," she sighed. "We will do everything in our power to help."

He smiled slightly and stood up. "Thank you, Lieutenant." He walked out the door.

"Wait!" He paused. "What is your name?"

"Tony Smith."

"Ok, we have a new sex trafficking ring to hunt." The squad gathered around Liv who was standing by the big table. "We know they have a party in four days, but we need to understand these people. They traffic boys and girls, ages 7 to 14," Everyone looked at Liv as if they were seeing double.

"Boys too?" Amanda asked. "Yes, and these guys are different. They are more confident, less worried about their safety, and this business is their lives. Fin, try to track down any ads that could be connected to this ring, Rollins, search Juan Juliano. And Carisi you and I are going to talk to Barba."

"I don't see why not." Barba replied to their question without even looking up.

"So there isn't some type of law that claims I can't go undercover even in this... state?" Carisi immediately regretted his question.

"Well Detective you passed the bar exam, why don't you tell me?" Barba shot back.

"Well jeez, Councilor. It was just a simple question."

"Well I don't see why you both want to send someone in, with a chance of being killed." He stood up and stared both Liv and Sonny down.

"There is always a chance that they could be killed... Hell there's a chance that someone could just burst through the door right now and shoot us all, doesn't mean it will happen though."

Barba shook his head and sat back down. "Do whatever you'd like Liv, you always do." He started to write again, signaling that he was done talking. Livy walked out followed by Carisi, who was stopped by Barba.

"Don't get yourself killed." He stated then started writing again.