She stares at the suspect, from the other side of the glass. Her partner stands next to her. He nudges her arm, gently.
"Olivia you don't have to do this."
She looks him in the eye, "Yes, I do. I owe it to my daughter."
"He may say things you don't want to hear."
"I'll get over it."
"He might lie, but he might be truthful, too. We can't discount what he says until we do our research."
"I know."
"Are you sure about this? We have to consider that Brian wasn't just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe he was part of this."
"I have already considered that."
"You're sure that you want to do this?"
"Without a doubt," she nods.
He pushes the door open, and she enters the room. He follows her inside. The door has barely closed, when there is a knock on the door. She hasn't even taken a seat yet. She turns around, and opens the door. Her captain opens the door.
"Benson," he motions for her with his index finger.
She exits the room, closing the door behind her. She folds her arms across her chest.
"We were just about to start our interrogation," she reveals.
"No, you're not."
"What do you mean?"
"You have a personal interest in this case. You are not going to interview this suspect."
"He came to my home. He was trying to get to my daughter."
"Olivia I understand that. That is exactly why you can't interview him. You were involved with the decedent. You can't be in that interview, you know that."
"Captain, please."
"No. Go home. Take care of your daughter. We will handle this."
"She isn't going to feel safe until he is behind bars."
"He will be soon enough."
"That isn't good enough. She is twelve years old. Someone tried to break into our home. She is completely terrified. Me explaining to her how the justice system works will not bring any sleep for her tonight."
"Maybe you should stay with a friend."
"I am not going to let him run me out of my own home."
"Olivia you are being stubborn."
"I am not going to teach my daughter to run from fear. I won't do it."
"If something happens, what are you teaching her then?"
"Cragen..."
"No, why don't you go stay with someone. Amanda maybe, or Fin?"
"I don't want to put anyone out."
"You can go stay at my place. I'm never there. You wouldn't be putting anyone out."
"No. I want to go home."
"Ok, but I am putting a protective detail on you."
"You can't."
"Why not? It would wound your pride?"
"If Brian was dirty you don't know how deep this goes."
"You're right, I don't. Take Fin with you."
"He doesn't have to sit in front of my door all night with a gun. That is unnecessary."
"I'll have Rollins relieve him later."
"Captain," she tries to reason with him.
"I don't want to hear it. Go home, and take Fin with you."
She sighs in frustration, as she heads back towards the squad room. She glances at Fin's desk. He is playing cards with Amira.
"Come on, you two, we're going home."
Fin looks up at her with a questioning glance. He furrows his brow. The captain walks by, nods, and motions for him to go. He grabs his gun and badge, and follows Olivia, and Amira out of the squad room. He heads to the elevators with them.
Hours later they are in Olivia's living room, playing cards at the coffee table, when someone knocks on the door. Without a word Fin gets up. He unholsters his weapon, and checks the peephole. He unlocks the door, and opens it towards him. Nick steps in.
"What's going on?"
"Can I talk to Olivia in the hallway?"
"Sure."
Olivia looks at her daughter, "I'll be right back."
She enters the hallway, closing the door behind herself.
"What's going on?"
"James Green is a fall guy."
"What?"
"That is what he is claiming."
"Is there anyway to prove it?"
"He told me that he, and Brian were trying to prevent the heist from happening. According to him the Captain of their unit has been skimming off the top for years. He is getting close to retirement, so he wanted one final take."
"How can we prove it."
"He said that Brian had a ledger of all the transactions."
"Where? Brian was not a book keeper. Have you ever seen his penmanship? Even if he did keep a record it would be completely illegible."
"He said that it was electronic. He had it saved somewhere."
"That is why he tried to break in? He was trying to find the flash drive?"
"Yeah, something liked that."
"I don't have it."
"You don't have any of his belongings?"
"No."
"You're sure, you don't have anything that belongs to him?"
"A t-shirt," she admits.
"That's it?"
"Yeah," she nods, "Unless you want his toothbrush."
"What about Amira, does she have any of his belongings?"
"I don't think so."
"Nothing?"
"Hold on a minute," Olivia turns and goes inside. She looks at Amira.
"Amira do you have anything that belongs to your dad?"
She shakes her head.
"Are you sure?"
"Just his name pin."
"Can you go get it for me?"
Amira reaches into the pocket of her pants she hands it to Olivia. Olivia examines it closely.
"It's broken anyway. The pin won't open."Olivia looks at the back of the name pin. She sees a tiny dot on the side, near the latch of the pen. She presses it. The very end of the pin comes of. She tips it down. A micro chip falls into the palm of her hand.