Today was a beautiful day. The sun shined in the sky, as if Manhattan was the place to be. The air was filled with sounds of laughter, sirens, and horns blasting through the chilling August winds like ice under a thick fog. There was a scent of mocha latte, dirty water hotdogs and exhaustion flowing from the back of cars skimming the well-worn road. The sight was entrancing, couples kissing and holding hands, friends going over daily gossip in great detail, and waiters serving wine as their costumers discussed the rise and fall of the stock market.
Today could be a day of commemoration and festivity.
But for the detectives of the Special Victim unit, today there was little room for celebration. The detectives of this elite squad had been handed a new case, a very important case at that. They had been contacted because a certain hard-on Judge Lowry's daughter had been kidnapped, and the leading suspect was Eric Gold- a convicted pedophile known for kidnapping young girls to beat, torture, and rape. It had been two weeks since Tannitha Lowry was reported missing.
In the station house the four leading detectives were going on their thirty-seventh hour without sleep. The coffee pot had been beaten, sworn at, and even ripped out of the wall when it refused to boil after the twenty-third hour. Now the detectives were running on pure adrenaline.
The steel hearted yet emotional Detective Olivia Benson and her partner, Detective Elliot Stabler were on the computer trying to make sense of this case. Before he was convicted they had personally interrogated Eric Gold, he loved to see his prey tremble, beg and cry. Gold was a sick son of a gun; he would send parts of the body back to the family just to make the family's life a living hell. After 7 years in prison Gold got released not only had he slipped by the murder charge but the kidnapping and rape charges also. All they could bust him on was purgery and drugs. But it had been two weeks and the Lowry's haven't received a single body part.
Lynn Lowry was hysterical when her husband told her that Eric Gold was the lead suspect in their daughter's kidnapping. Lynn wasn't the average housewife; she was a high power attorney with a very busy schedule. Ever since Tannitha was missing Lynn had postpone all of her appointment and turned down all the offers until she had her daughter back.
Captain Don Cragen watch his detectives work. Detectives Munch was being skeptical as usual, barely keeping his eyes open his partner, Detective Cassidy, was trying not to give in to the sleep that was calling his name. Looking at them with his own sleep filled eyes he wondered if their work was being waste away by some sleep-induced hope that there was a little girl still out there alive with all of her fingers and toes. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone on his desk. Wincing at the loud piercing shrill Don picked up the phone.
"Cragen," Don couldn't keep the sleep from appearing in his voice.
"Hey Don."
"Lynn. How are you holding up?"
"As well as can be expected," Lynn lied, she hasn't smile in over two weeks and in those week she had been sedated close to half a dozen times. "I heard you and your detectives have been up close to three days."
"Yeah, well we've made some progress."
"Don, go to sleep."
"What?" Lynn's last comment took him off guard.
"You guys are useless if your falling asleep at your desk" Lynn concluded.
Before Don could protest he notices Cassidy sleep on his desk using his arms as a pillow. "Ok, Lynn you got me we'll take a break" Don hung up the phone to tell his detectives the good news.