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Points of View

Chapter 12

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The men at the 1-6 were a tough group of males, but the scene in front of them had managed to break the hard shell of all of them a little.

Seeing Olivia, just standing there after Amanda was taken away, after detective Stan told her he had no idea of what had just happened, the feeling of loneliness and pain could be felt all around them. They were hurting for one of their own. They were hurting along with her.

"Liv? You ok?" It had been Fin that finally took matters into his own hands and had approached her.

"Yeah" was the fragile response she managed, and then she walked away from them. She walked away on route to the rooftop and they knew she needed some space, some time to deal with her emotions and some time to face them all again with that masquerade of impassiveness she wore in front of people. To face her work and the cruel way life sometimes treated the best of people.

Elliot tried to go after her but Cragen's voice stopped him in his intent.

"Elliot, let her go; we'll check on her a little later. She needs time to herself right now"

Elliot knew his boss was right, but that did nothing to appease his anger and conflicted emotions towards his partner. He knew she was hurting and the only thing he wanted to do was run after her and try and comfort her. But he also knew Cragen was right. Olivia needed time alone. As much as that hurt him he could respect that. Latter he would make sure Liv was alright.

Cragen was hurting also for the woman that had her heart ripped out of her chest, but he also knew they needed to return to work if they wanted to find the bastards, that by now, he was sure were probably looking for a way to know who that mystery witness was.

So hating himself for stopping Elliot from going to her, he started to order his people around; knowing Olivia needed time for her self did nothing to stop him from feeling like a bastard by allowing her that time.

"Ok people we need to go back to work we have no cases pending so we're going to do a little investigating for ourselves… John dig all you can on this Lancaster guy, find me something, anything that could tell us where he could be."

"On it Cap."

"Elliot checked with Sing Sing, and find out whom he shared a jail cell with, who's his friends were and if he had a 'boyfriend' in there; anything!... Lake check with his parole officer, see when was the last time he checked in, and if he gave him any address or place where he could find him." Elliot and Lake nodded their heads and did as their captain said.

"Fin, take a copy of that sketch…walk the tattoo parlors. Find out who the artist is and take a picture of Lancaster with you; show it to them, see if any of them remembers him or his face, and with some luck; if they know were we can find him. We find him and we've found the others"

"Right away Cap."

"Captain, what about Liv?" Asked Munch after the rest of the detectives had been gone.

"I'll take care of her after a few more minutes, she needs some more time"

Munch nodded and went back to his computer.

Cragen walked to his office, praying Olivia could manage this turn of events.

He knew she was strong and that she would overcome this blow once more, but he couldn't help hating her life; he hated the events that had formed and shaped the woman that was fighting a battle with her heart at that same moment.

He hated her life that every time managed to chip away a little bit of the eager, caring, compassionate and self-assure woman he knew nine years back and right at that moment he hated himself, for allowing her to open her heart and leave her vulnerable to Amanda.

Granted it wasn't Amanda's fault but he knew this could back fire on her and the only one that would hurt the most was Olivia, and he had allowed it and he hated himself even more, but he also knew that even if he had said no, she'd find a way around it and still do what she did. Even without his approval. So in away he felt good with himself for being there for her, but the guilt was stronger at that moment.

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After they had walked out of the precinct, Silvia Cordova had tried to calm down the child that was strapped in the back seat of their car, restrained by the seat belt and the power locks of their issue car.

Amanda was still angry and scared, but she could see some remorse in her face, maybe by now Amanda was realizing that she had hurt the only person that had helped her with out hidden intentions, Silvia knew how words could cut to one's soul and could leave marks in one's heart, marks difficult to erase or overcome, and by the looks in the child's face she was certain that Amanda didn't mean what she had say to detective Benson.

She had just lashed out in her anger and the person that had been in the receiving end of that anger had been the detective.

Some times Silvia Cordova hated her work, she hated how the little good they did, was fallowed in some of their case by hurting good people, and at that moment she hated her job; because she was certain they had hurt a lot of good people a few minutes ago..

She knew that by following their orders, they had tip the balance of ambiguity, maybe inflicting more damage to the little girl sitting in the back of their car, just when she was feeling secure and protected.

The same had happen to her years ago; she knew that when you didn't have a helping hand, then you could get lost in the confusion and feelings of resentment and abandonment and the result wasn't pretty.

She knew a little soul could be destroyed in an instant and the chances of restoring such soul were very… very slim.

That's why she was there; to make sure and reassured the kids they got at their care that someone was there for them; they could count on her, just like she had someone long, long time ago, someone that had cared for her.

So into her thoughts, thinking on how to help Amanda and keep her promise to detective Benson as her companion Miss. Taylor in her efforts, trying to avoid the lunch hour traffic; that neither noticed the vehicle following one car behind, if they had, she could have seen the scar on the face of the man driving, or his companion with a determined look on his face.

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Michel Stan was angry, angry at his so call partner and angry at his boss, he could take his partner not been ready to trust him, after all he had just transfer to the robbery unit not so long ago and this was one of the few times they had partner up together, he knew that making friends and thrusting people was hard and took time, but his Captain?

They weren't friends but he worked for the guy for goodness sake! in all his working carrier he knew that, if there wasn't enough thrust in the people that work under you or the people you work for, then there wasn't a strong reason to still be at the place where they didn't see you as a partner or as a competent detective, so maybe it was better to put in the paper work for another transfer.

His anger went as far as to judge his captain's decision about telling the press and exposed the child for what he was sure, could turn out to be a "hunt for the prey" game pretty soon.

With a sign of disgust on his face, he walked along his "partner" entering their precinct, he knew what they were doing, they had put the bait out and now they were hoping to catch the animals at the child's expenses.

Detective Benson had been right not to thrust them, because now he had his own doubts about this case, so he made up his mind; he was going to find another job, were his integrity as a person and a public servant wasn't tint with ulterior motives of personal advancements at the expense of someone else's safety.

But not before he made sure, that little girl was fine and out of trouble, with that in mind he made his way to his desk and turn on his computer.

"Where're you going? We need to report to the captain" Monroe said.

"You go ahead, I'm sure you won't have any problems filling him in on what happen, I'll be there in a sec." Monroe glanced at him a little attitude in him but then dismisses him and keeps going.

When his computer booted up he enter his password and then looked through the menu, looking for the specific file he was looking for; once he found it he got the card he had taken from Captain Cragen's desk and opening his personal e-mail account, he wrote a brief note, then the address the e-mail was intended to:

1-6 Precincts

Cap. Cragen/Attn. Det-Benson

Then he attached the file selected and hit send.

With that he took some forms out of his desk and stared filling his transfer's papers… where? He didn't know yet, but he would figure it out by the end of the forms.

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Olivia return to the bullpen, after twenty five minutes to herself; when she got there she notice the absent of her coworkers, just Munch was at his desk, and when he saw her he smile at her and nodded in the directions of their captain's office.

After a fight of wills, she had convince Cragen to let her stayed and help Munch with what he was doing, as she told her Captain; if she was send home she's probably end up doing the research by herself 'cause there was not way in hell she'll stayed in her apartment doing nothing knowing the suspects where still in the loose' as she told Cragen

So Cragen, had 'given in' or at least that's what she thought, Don had agreed because that way; he could keep an eye on her and monitor her every moves 'cause he was sure she wouldn't take care of herself.

She looked tired and her eyes were red and puffy but he didn't say anything, he knew this was eating her alive but he also knew she needed this little to do so she could keep her head above water and not drown in self recriminations.

Just like that time when her mother's passed away, she needed to keep active, that was Olivia's safe mechanism; that was her way of dealing with things she couldn't control; so she could keep going.

Olivia could control that and she could deal with that better; so he had agreed for her to stayed, but not before he established a few rules of his own, she didn't like rules to be impose on her but she had agree to them as long as she could be let in on the case.

Olivia knew she needed to stay focuses, she needed to do something and going home wasn't that something, she needed to feel like she was doing whatever was in her power to keep her promise to Amanda, she could feel her heart breaking and was amaze at how, in just a couple of days; that little girl had found her way right into her heart, at the same time Olivia was terrified at how easy she could feel at lost with out her at the same time.

She knew Amanda was in good hands, she got that much from her brief interaction from Miss. Cordova, but for some reason she couldn't shake the feeling that something wrong was about to happen any minute; that and the words Amanda scream at her were making her feel useless and powerless.

She shook her mind out of her self pity ride and forced herself to focus one more time on what she was doing, hitting the key board a little harder so she could be able to feel something else other than emptiness.

Munch was limiting his conversation; he was concentrate on what he was doing, but he could multitask and he was keeping an eye on Liv as well.

They've been working at their computers for about an hour when Elliot and then Lake return, each with a little bit of information on Lancaster and his whereabouts.

"The address I got from his parole officer was of his girlfriend, but she said that after he's release from prison, she never saw him again, said he call her on the phone one time but that was it, she doesn't know where he's staying at and haven't talk to him in a while, there're some things of him at her place but he hasn't return for them… his parole officer, saw him in his last appointment after that he knows nothing of him" Lake finished with his findings and Elliot took the board.

"In prison he keep to himself, didn't got into trouble just once, but after that he was a model prisoner, his cell mates were at one time a.." He looked at his notes.

"A Nick Trevino and a John Sands, no body visited him while he was there, and no body pick him up when he was out" Elliot said, when no body ask questions he continue.

"Ok, Nick Trevino… he was in for battering and possession of drugs, he serve a sentence of six months before he was out on good behavior, this been his first time offence and John Sands… he was all ready there serving a sentence for assault and drugs, he got out four months before Lancaster did, according to the cell block guard, Lancaster and those two got along pretty well and protected each others backs, oh! and the guard doesn't remember a tattoo on either one of them" Elliot said this last part, avoiding Liv's eyes, but she didn't said anything and that worried him more than a fight with her, at least when she fought him she was angry or fighting for herself and the victim, this passive and calm Olivia didn't settled to well with him.

"Ok, this doesn't make sense, a theft, a druggy and a batter? When they desire to become a band of murderers and thefts? And that just makes three of them, if they are in on this; there is a four missing" Cragen said.

"Well they all were in Sing Sing together at one time and got out more than a year ago, they could have keep in contact throught the fourth man, someone they all knew, maybe another prisoner, we couldn't find any other offences from Lancaster, not here not in the neighboring states, but now that we have more names we can research them and see if there is another name that all of them are connected too" Munch offer and Cragen agreed with a small nod of his head; just then Fin came in.

"The Tattoo isn't that common, that's why it took me so long to find anything, there's this "artist" that remembers doing a tattoo work like that in a group of men, he said it was more than eight months ago, there were four of them; but one already had the tat, so he just work in the other three; that's why he remembers, one…a Hispanic looking guy the other two white caucasian, all around mid thirties, the guy with the tat was the one calling the shots, according to artist, when one of them didn't wanted the tattoo, he took him out side and after a few minutes they came back in, the other guy just sat at the chair and said nothing else, they pay him and left.."

"Ok this just confirms Munch theory; they all know each other, so this other man had to have been in prison with them… Munch keep at that search..."

"Another thing Cap." Fin said when he got the attention of his boss he continues.

"This man saw them drive away in a ban-type of vehicle, brown and on the side it got some writing announcing house repair services" With that Fin sat at his desk.

"Ok people lets see what we can find out, Elliot look into any house repair services under the name of any of our suspects, is along shoot but that's all we have, Lake, Fin help Munch in his search, Olivia my office"

Olivia followed him into his office with out looking at her coworkers when they all look at her and then their captain.

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"Olivia, I want you to go up to the cribs and rest for a little.."

"Cap I'm.."

"You are not fine and you need to rest, I can see that you can hardly keep on your feet, we talked about this when I agree to let you stay, so either you go up and take a nap or you go home" His tone of voice was soft but firm and Olivia knew he was right, she felt tired and out of place.

"Ok but.."

"We'll call you as soon as we find anything, I promise" Olivia got up from the chair she had been sitting at and went on her way to the cribs.

"Olivia wait...take a look at this!" Turning around she went to her boss, were he was pointing at something in his computer.

There she saw the e-mail sent to her captain's account address to her attention, Cragen got out of his chair and move so Liv could open the mail, she could have done it at her own desk but there was no reason making her walk to it since she was there.

Liv open the file and the first thing she read was Stan's message.

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"Detective Benson/Captain Cragen:

I'm sorry for any misunderstandings between us, but clearly I was along for the ride on this case, attach to this message is the case file of the investigation we are leading and what little I could find from the information little Amanda gave us yesterday; it isn't much but I hope it help on your end.

I'm afraid that the hunger for recognition and merit; is more important to some people in this precinct that solving this case in a safely manner.

Please accept my apologies once more for the incident of this morning.

M. Stan.

Upon opening the file she could see one picture of a younger Brian Lancaster and his file, and there was another picture of a man they didn't recognize, under his photo the name of a Toby Whiteland. His rap sheet along with the rest of their case file.

"I guess we found our fourth men." Olivia announced.


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