Chapter Ten: Raid
When Olivia and Hans made it to the old warehouse building, it was surrounded by police cars, SWAT teams and ambulances. Benson parked the car and they both jumped out of it, making a mad dash over to see what the situation was.
From the looks of things the police had already taken over the building. Outside, the police had twenty men handcuffed and faced down on the ground being held at gun point. The other officers and EMT's were bringing people out on stretchers. Hans and Benson walked inside the building. The warehouse was just plain nasty. The floor was covered in mud, blood and stale water.
On the walls were chains, whips and a whole bunch of other torture tools. Down the hall were about ten doors that were open, showing small cells. There was nothing but chains that were covered in dried blood.
"Detective Benson, we have the building under control and everyone has been arrested," the officer said.
"Thank you."
Benson turned back to see what Hans was up to. She saw him standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at one of the small cells. Benson walked forward to see what had caught his interest.
"This was my cell," he whispered.
Benson looked at the small cell, with nothing but chains in it. There was still dried blood on the walls and floor. She would have to get a sample of that to see if that was his blood. She looked up to see Hans walking in another direction.
"Wait, Hans this is a crime scene. You can't go trucking through here," she said running after him.
Hans was paying her no mind; he was on a mission. He was trying to figure out something. He turned down the corner and came to a stop, coming across a large room. It was darker than the rest of the rooms. There were chains hanging from the ceiling and a large tub in the corner that was filled with old dirty water. In the center of the room was the "table". Benson stood there in disbelief the thing that tormented Hans' dreams was real and it was staring them both in the face at that moment.
"Hans'." Benson whispered. She took a hold of his arm and led him away. She led him for the building to the outside. He just followed her in a daze, just like a lost puppy. She spotted captain Cragen, Stabler and Fin walking towards them.
"Olivia, what is he doing here?" Cragen asked.
"He wanted to be here, he said he might be able to help."
"You know you're not allowed to bring civilians to a raid," Cragen spat.
"Captain.."
"Save it. Take him back to the station," Cragen gesture to Hans. "Will talk later, Detective."
With that, Captain Cragen walked away leaving them standing there.
"Alright, why don't you head back. We'll join you guys later," Stabler suggested.
Benson nodded and got in the car and drove off. The ride back to the station was a quiet one. She kept looking over at Hans to see if he was alright. By look on his face she could clearly see he wasn't. She decide it would be best not to say anything at this very moment. She could see he wasn't ready to speak yet.
Six hours later they had brought all the accused in and had them all in a line up so they could be I.D-ed.
Hans was in the other room behind glass so no one involved in the line-up could see him.
"Can you I.D the Man in White?" Benson asked.
Hans looked at each man carefully. "Number six."
Munch pushed a button to the other room and spoke into it. "Number six, step forward."
The man stepped forward. He was about 5'11 with short white hair. He was thin, and had a long nose. His thin lips pushed in to a sadistic smile.
"Thank you, Hans', you can go," Stabler said.
Hans nodded and walked out the door with Benson next to him. They walked down the hall and sat down on one of the many benches.
"It's ok, Hans. It's over now."
"No, it's not over until he's put away for life."