Some description of a almost panic attack in this chapter hopefully not too graphic.


Enter SVU

The SVU squad room was as busy as ever, pimps were being dragged through to the cells and scantly clad prostitutes were refusing to give statements. Amaro groaned dropping down at his desk opposite Benson.

"I really need a day off; you know spend a day in Central Park with Zara."

"I hear you Nick I could do with one too."

"Too bad," Cargen announced walking out of his office, "you guys just caught a case. Two detectives from hate crimes will be here soon."

"Hate crimes?" Benson asked, "Why are they in on one of ours?"

"Because they caught this one first. Looks like the victim wasn't too forthcoming about her rape, the detectives didn't know until the vic asked one of the nurses for the morning after pill."

"So it's a rape case it's ours." Amaro replied.

"1PP want's you to work with the hate crimes unit, so show them all were friendly and play nice."

"You got it Captain."

It wasn't long later when Benson noticed an awfully familiar blond detective walk through the doors of the SVU unit followed by an older man that Benson briefly recalled from another case.

"Detective Benson?" The older detective asked as he approached her desk.

"That's me," she replied standing up so she could shake his hand, "you must be from hate crimes?"

"That we are. I'm Detective Mason and this is my partner Detective Carter."

"Oh we've met before, are you Russian again today?" She replied giving Carter a smile.

"Sadly I'm just little ol' me," he chuckled, "undercover had to give me up eventually."

Benson nodded, "You guys already talk to the victim?"

"Yeah she wasn't exactly forthcoming." Mason grunted moving towards the coffee machine.

"It can take rape victims months, sometimes years to come forward." Amaro informed the older detective.

"She seemed a little hesitant in talking to us; maybe she would be more comfortable talking to Benson." Carter suggested nodding toward the dark haired female detective.

"And what are you two going to do while we clear up the mess you lot made with the victim?" Amaro commented.

"Interview the surrounding shops and gathering their CCTV, unless you would want that job Detective?"

"I'm good." Amaro smirked grabbing his jacket and heading towards the elevator with Benson.

Mason turned towards his new partner, "CCTV, really?"

Carter smirked, "Cameras are more reliable then people."

"You're a strange man." The older detective replied as they headed down out.

"They're less likely to lie as well."


Directly across from the flower shop was a beaten down Seven Eleven, the bell over the door made a sharp noise as Detectives Mason and Carter entered, two teenage boys made a quick exit upon spotting the badge hanging around Masons neck causing the shopkeeper to sigh audibly.

"You cops always got to be coming in here and scaring off the customers?" The balding man demanded from behind the counter.

"You want customers that are scared away by police?" Carter asked sarcastically.

"What do you want?" The man replied keeping his eyes on Mason who had started wondering around the shop.

"Well my partner over there will take a black coffee and I'll have your CCTV footage from last night."

"What do you want that for? I haven't reported anything."

"Nothing to do with you sir, we just want the footage from your outside camera. It faces the florists?"

"Yeah, morons installed it in the wrong place."

"Well there was a crime committed in the alley next to the florists and we think your camera might have caught the perpetrator."

"Do I get a reward?"

"No," Mason snorted finally joining Carter at the counter.

"Then why should I give it to you?"
"We have a court order, you don't have a choice." Carter replied.

The owner glared at them before traipsing into the backroom to get it.

"You think we got this asshole on video?" Mason asked leaning on the counter next to his partner.

"If we're lucky."

"Yeah well I'm not holding onto hope."

Whatever Carter was about to reply with was cut off by the harsh ringing off his cell phone. Unknown number flashed across the screen as he pulled it out of his pocket.

"I got to get this Mason."

"Yeah, no problem."

"Detective Carter," he growled into the handset as soon as he was outside the shop.

"This is a collect call from B.B Rayburn Correctional Centre do you accept the charges?" He felt his chest seize up as she rattled out the words, "do you accept the charges?" She repeated as James was trying to claw the words out of his throat.

"Yes," he finally managed to spit out.

"Please hold."

James felt his fingers begin to twitch against the cell phone as his breath came out in sharp puffs.

"Hello?" The deep rumbling southern accent crackled down the line.

"Dad?" James whispered down the line when he could finally speak.

"That you boy?" Was growled down the line causing Carter to flinch.

"Yeah it me-"

"Asshole finally gave it up." Mason announced loudly as he burst out of the shop door causing Carter to jump.

"Good," Carter replied quickly hanging up the phone and shoving it back in his pocket.

"You alright?" The older detective queried, taking in his partners ruffled appearance.

"I'm fine, where are we hitting next?"

Mason pointed at the camera on the takeaway next to the flower shop, "let's go."


Morales sighed as he sifted through the reams of CCTV footage the detectives had received.

"Wait what was that?" Carter piped up from his seat just beyond Morales' shoulder.

"What was what?" Mason groaned, "My eyes went funny a half hour ago."

"The guy in the hoddie that's the same guy that we saw grab the victim."

Mason squinted at the black and white footage, "how can you tell?"

"I can enhance the image and compare it to the image of the perp grabbing the vic."

"And we can compare that to the sketch artist image Benson and Amaro got from the victim," Carter smacked Mason on the arm with the back of his hand, a silly grin spreading across his face, "teamwork man."

"I'm getting sick of you already." The older detective groaned.


The sketch was already taped up to the whiteboard in SVU by the time Carter and Mason made it back there and Benson was filling in names on it.

"Did you manage to get through to her?" Carter asked the female detective as he tacked up the CCTV stills onto the board under suspects.

"Yeah, she released the rape kit to us as well." Benson replied.

"We're getting somewhere, good."

"You're way too happy to be a cop." Mason commented.

Carter laughed, "I'm just happy to have a job where I can go home at night."

"Just wait until we get to a trial," Amaro chimed in, "that'll make you less happy."

"Duly noted detective."

"Our perp was hanging around the shop before he attacked the vic." Mason intervened dragging the conversation back to the current step in the investigation.

"When we talked to the victim she said an old boyfriend Callum Young had been bothering her." Amaro injected.

"Okay," Benson smacked her hands together, "Nick you and Detective Mason go talk to the boyfriend and Carter and I will go talk to the other girls working in the florists."

Amaro shot her a look before nodding and gesturing Mason to follow him.


It's been a really long time since I updated this story, I apologise profusely. This story might end up being longer than five chapters, I don't actually remember why I set it as that I might of had a plan for this story at one point but I never wrote it down soooo I'm making it up as I go along.

Also am I writing Amaro correctly? I don't really know I'm not really a fan of his. Also Barba will be back in the next chapter.