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December 27th, 7:30 AM, SVU Squad Room
"So what exactly did Kate say before she died?" Cragen asked as he looked around at three out of his four main detectives.
"All she said was that we were never going to find him and that 'Jeff' wants to take Calvin away from them but they weren't going to let them and that he was theirs, and we'll never get him back," Elliot repeated for what felt like the hundredth time for the exhausted detective."
"She was talking about the custody battle," Munch offered. "She had to have been."
"You're probably right, but-…" Cragen trailed off and sighed as he looked over his precinct full of cops and detectives who were given orders that no one was to even take so much as a coffee break without offering up some kind of clue as to where Calvin might be.
The three detectives at once noticed their boss's hesitation. "What's going on, Cap?" Elliot asked his superior.
Cragen looked away from the somewhat frantic crowd and turned his attention to the three detectives in front of him. "I don't know. I met the guy and I just... something didn't sit right with him. I don't trust him."
Elliot's eyes narrowed darkly at Cragen's admission. "Do you think he had something to do with this?"
"I don't know," he answered honestly. "But I do know we don't have any evidence besides a gut feeling that he did anything more than help out Olivia and Calvin. So for now he's nothing but a social worker and Richie's still our main suspect. Do we have patrol sitting on their house?"
Fin scoffed in annoyance. "If you mean a patrol car driving by every hour to see if Richie was dumb enough to park his car in front than yeah we got patrol sitting on his house."
"I told them I wanted eyes on that place at all times!" Cragen shouted as if it was Fin's fault.
"We told them that, Cap, but it's a very high crime area and they said that they couldn't waste a car sitting there all day and night."
"I couldn't care less if their house was in the middle of the Gaza Strip! I want a damn patrol car there now and I want him to stay there until Richie comes home! I told them I wanted them working this is as if he was Olivia's son and they can't 'waste' a single patrol car? What the hell kind of bull shit is that!"
Elliot, Fin, and Munch all looked at one another before turning back to an irate Cragen. "I'll call the precinct now and give them the message," Munch offered.
"No just get them on the line. I'LL talk to them," snarled Cragen with a sneer.
Without another word Munch began to dial the number when they saw Cragen's eyes go from angry, to astonished, and then to enraged.
"What are you doing here, Liv?" snapped Cragen.
The three detectives turned around and their own eyes widened when the saw Olivia, wearing hospital scrubs and lightly holding her side as if she were in pain, walk up to them.
"I'm sorry," she apologized although everyone could clearly see she didn't mean it, "but I couldn't just sit back and do nothing while he's out missing."
"So how will you sneaking out of the hospital, because I know for a fact they haven't let you out yet, with about thirty stitches in your side after almost being murdered and raped help Calvin? I'm having someone take you back to the hospital."
Olivia swallowed whatever fear or respect she had gained for Cragen over the years and stood her ground against her CO. "No."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not going back to the hospital. I want to help find him. I need to help find him."
"How much help are you gonna be to Calvin if your stitches rip and you bleed out?" he shouted as he took a step towards her. "And he has to go live in a foster home or with Richie or Vivian if she ever decides to come back? How do you think he's going to feel knowing that you're dead because you wanted to find him?"
Tears gathered in her eyes but she continued to hold her ground against him. "I'm going to help find him… rather you like it or not. Take me off the case and I'll work it off the books, force me back in the hospital and I'll just come sneak out again, fire me and I'll do it without the precinct's help. Either way I am going to get Calvin back."
Cragen closed his eyes in despair. He wouldn't trade his time in SVU or the people who worked for him for anything in the world but why couldn't he have gotten the squad that actually listened to their CO?
He took another deep breath before he opened his eyes again. He locked eyes with Elliot, the person who knew Olivia better than anyone else alive, the one person she would at least listen to if he too asked her to go back to the hospital.
Cragen silently asked for his help in order to make her see reason
Elliot looked at him for a moment before he went over and stood beside her. "I'd be doing the same thing if it was my son," he told him as he placed a comforting hand on Olivia's shoulder. "I don't expect any mother to do anything different than what she's doing and if you take her off this case you might as well take me off too."
She closed her eyes as tears fell down her face and Cragen could see the miniscule beginnings of a smile appear on her face as Elliot gave her his full support.
Fin and Munch silently got up from their own desks and went over and stood behind Olivia and looked over at Cragen, wordlessly telling Cragen the same thing Elliot had told him. If he got rid of one, he would be getting rid of all of them…
He looked over his four detectives for a moment and shook his head in disbelief. "Fine… you can help. But, Olivia, please, for your sake and Calvin's, if you feel ANY pain, promise me you'll go back to the hospital."
Olivia nodded before she gave him a smile he could clearly see though. "Thank you, Captain. This means the world to me."
Cragen ignored her thanks and turned to Elliot. "Do you still have a copy of Richie's rap sheet?"
Elliot nodded and hastened over to his desk and grabbed the heavy manila folder on top of his desk.
"I read in there he has three restraining orders against him by three different women," Cragen remembered out loud. "What were they for?"
Elliot flipped open the file and looked down at the long rap sheet. "One was by a woman he tried to rape five years ago, no prior history with him but he took her license, saw her address, and she was afraid he was going to come back to get her, it's been renewed five times and he hasn't broken it once. Second was for a different woman same story three years ago, that's also been renewed three times."
"How the hell haven't we heard of this guy?" Cragen asked as he racked his brain trying to think of any previous time they came in contact with Richie.
"All of his crimes were done in Brooklyn," Elliot explained as he glanced over the rap sheet. "He just moved to Manhattan not even three months ago."
Cragen nodded in understanding. "And what was the third one for? Same thing?"
Elliot glanced over it and mild shock graced his features. "No. Third one was issued six years ago to a mother and her son; Amber and Stephen Brookhiem. The judge renewed six times so far. He abused his fiancée as well as her son. She finally had the courage to go to the police and had him arrested for abuse, sexual assault..." Elliot handed him the file, "and it was his first pinch for child pornography. A lot of it…"
Cragen looked it over before he handed it back to Elliot swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat. "47 images all in original photo prints? He has that much kiddie porn and no record of sexually abusing her child? I don't buy it. You and Olivia go talk to her, see what didn't make it into the file. NO one has that much smut without some kind of friends in the business."
Olivia's eyes welled with tears. "You don't… you don't think Calvin…" But she couldn't finish the thought much less the physical words. It had been bad enough knowing he had been kidnapped, but to even fathom someone hurting Calvin like THAT… she couldn't bare it.
Cragen looked over at her and swallowed any reproachful words or what he honestly felt the true answer to her unasked question was.
"No. I don't. We are going to find him safe and unharmed, Olivia, you have to believe that."
Olivia took a shuddering breath as Elliot reached over and rubbed her back in comforting soothing circles and leaned in next to her. "He's gonna be okay," he muttered in her ear softly. "I promise."
Olivia couldn't even muster a response and instead just nodded before she turned to Elliot. "You ready to go?" she asked, her voice caked in tears.
Elliot nodded as well and without another word he took the address from the file and the two headed out into the early morning light.
December 27th, 7:30 AM, Ware house, Jersey.
"No! Don't hurt him! Not yet, please!"
Calvin awoke to the sounds and cries of Javier followed by a loud sound of metal against flesh.
He opened his eyes just in time to see Javier soar to the ground with a newly formed bruise in the form of the shape of a gun barrel on his cheek with two muscle bound men storming over to the bed here he laid.
Calvin shot up from his position and tried to scramble off the bed to get to a shaking and crying Javier but one of the men grabbed him by the arm and was easily able to restrain him. He wrenched both of his arms behind his back.
"Let me go!" Calvin screamed as he fought against the first man while the other went over to the door and unlocked it.
"Move," the man who was holding onto Calvin growled and pushed him forward. Calvin glanced back at Javier who picked his head up and his eyes met Calvin's for a moment as Calvin was dragged out of the room, both of the young boys terrified beyond anything.
"No, please!" Javier begged but his words were cut off when the second the man slammed the door shut.
Calvin let out a sob as he was led hastily through the hallways, his abductor not even giving him a moment to catch his footing.
The man not holding onto him opened up a large wooden door which led to a dark steep set of steps.
The man pushed Calvin ahead and he at once tried to back up away from them but with another violent shove forward Calvin was forced to go down the stairs so that he didn't fall down the entirely of them.
"Please!" he begged as he continued to be pushed forward. "I wanna go home! Olivia, help!"
They ignored his desperate screams and the trio finally reached the floor. They continued to push him onward until they reached another door with men's voices coming from the other side of it. The second man grabbed a set of keys out from his pocket and hastily unlocked the padlock that bolted the door shut and opened it.
Momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness, Calvin shielded his eyes and was pushed forward and he tripped, landing face down on the hard concrete floor.
There was an echo of callous laughter erupting from all sides of him and he began to shake as tears fell down his face.
The smell of blood, sweat and tears surrounded him and just like he had done so many times before he closed his eyes tightly and at once envisioned the smell of Olivia's apartment.
It brought a minuscule trace of relief to the small boy but only for a brief moment. Mark stormed over and grabbed him by the scruff of his sweatshirt and hauled him up as if he were a rag doll.
Calvin's eyes flew open and he swallowed hard when he saw what was in the room along with him. Five men, including Erik and Mark, were all staring at him with heartless looks on their faces.
Before him there were several bright lights shining down onto a large full sized bed pushed neatly into a corner that looked neatly made with satin blue sheets and a turned down light blue comforter that matched the linen as well as two matching blue pillows. It was like something out of a furniture store display with light blue paint covering the wall behind the bed as well as the longer side of the bed it was pressed up against.
On the wall across from the bed and away from the harsh stage lights stood various instruments made of metal and leather that Calvin couldn't begin to identify, but knew if one of these men in here got their hands on them it wouldn't be good for him.
A quick shake dragged his attention from the wall behind him to the man in front of him who was looking him up and down and locked his lips. "You are quite the little prince, you know that?"
He remained silent as Mark leaned down and before he knew what was happening he kissed him on the lips.
Calvin screamed and tried to push Mark away but he gripped his hair tightly and shoved Calvin's face tighter against his.
Calvin let out a muffled sob as he tried to fight against him but the sound of the camera as well as a bright flash nearly blinded him.
After what seemed like a lifetime for the boy, Mark finally pulled away and sneered down at him as Calvin furiously wiped his mouth with the back of his hands, wanting nothing more than to get the taste of alcohol and cheap cigarettes out of his mouth.
"So fucking tasty," he muttered softly as he licked his lips.
Calvin didn't even attempt to wipe his fallen tears away as he ran his hands over his chest and down to the elastic on his pants.
"No!" Calvin screamed as he jumped back from his touch.
Without a word Mark reached forward and gripped his forearm so tightly Calvin thought they would break. Mark leaned down next to his ear and planted a light kiss behind his ear before he grabbed Calvin's hair and pulled as hard as he could so that he was looking up at him. "You and me… we're gonna have a lot of fun."
Calvin's eyes filled with terror and he struggled against him but Mark had more than enough strength to hold him there.
A cruel smile grew on Mark's face as he gripped the waistband on Calvin's newly acquired sweat pants and without so much as a moment's hesitation pulled his pants down.
"Get away from me!" Calvin shrieked as both Mark eyed his midsection hungrily. "Stop, PLEASE!"
"My oh my, Calvin," Mark said with a sneer as his hand trialed down the boys back and rested on his ass, painfully squeezing him. "You are one sexy little boy, you know that?"
Calvin tried to move away from Marks touch but he firmly held him in place once more.
He licked his lips and turned towards Calvin's horrified face. "This is gonna be the most fun I think I'll ever have."
"Can we just get this over with?" one of the men who had brought him in snapped impatiently.
Mark chuckled softly and shook his head. "No, no… I think I'm gonna take my time with this one."
His words sent a chill throughout Calvin's body and he closed his eyes tightly. "Olivia, where are you?" he thought to himself franticly as he felt Mark's hot putrid breath on his lips once more before he kissed him again.
Calvin let out another petrified scream but this time Mark shoved his tongue in as far as it would go inside Calvin's mouth making him gag.
His only thought was to get Mark away from him so he did the first thing that came to his mind.
He bit down on Mark's tongue as hard as he could.
A scream surrounded him and the moment he felt Mark pull away from him he released his tongue.
Calvin wrenched out of Mark's hold and made a mad dash for the door but before he had taken a single step three guns were suddenly aimed directly at his chest by Eriq and the two men who had brought him into the vile room.
His eyes widened to monumental sizes and stopped dead in his tracks. Now he knew why Olivia had reacted so harshly when he aimed the water pistol at her… It was the most terrifying sight he had ever seen in his entire life bar none.
So engrossed in the vision before him he didn't notice Mark recover from Calvin's attack nor did he notice Mark storm over to him.
"You little bastard!" snarled Mark as he grabbed Calvin's hair and yanked it back as far as he could.
Calvin screamed as his hands flew to his hair and he dug his heels into the floor under him as Mark began to pull him towards the bed but his strength was nowhere near the amount it would take to pull out of Mark's iron clad grasp.
He let out a frantic sob as Mark grabbed him by the arms and threw him face down onto the mattress.
"NO!" Calvin shrieked in absolute terror as Mark took one of his arms and slammed it over his head, grabbing one end of the cuffs that was secured to the head board and linked it to his wrist before doing the same to his other hand. The constant camera flashes were blinding him and he could hardly breathe due to the now hysterical sobs that escaped him. "Please let me go! Please let me go!"
"Shut up," Mark ordered as he took Calvin's shirt and pulled it over his head and wrenched it up as far as the cuffs would allow him.
Mark stood back and watched Calvin struggle against the metal cuffs to no avail. He was already as hard as a rock and his hands flew to his jeans and unzipped them and yanked them and his boxers down.
"I told you you'd be mine, you little fucker," he growled as he climbed onto the bed and straddled Calvin, keeping his legs pinned together so he had no chance of kicking him.
Calvin closed his eyes and screamed the one thing that been on his mind since the apartment. "Olivia, help! Pl- please help me! OLIVIAAAA..!"
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