1-800-The-Lost, a law and order: svu fanfic

Fandom: SVU

Title: 1-800-The-Lost

Chapter 1: Can dreams Come True

P O V: Amanda Rollins

Madison Square Garden

4 Pennsylvania Plaza, New York, NY 10001

June 2020

"Are you kidding me, Liv?" My boss's eyes kindly reflect the fact that they're not joking in the slightest both of us are breathless. Having raced from the 16th precinct almost nine blocks to Madison Square Garden. "They better be here, or I swear I will bust into TARU and kill every one of those members."

Saturday afternoon in mid-town-Manhattan is a massive assemblage. "One week after lock-down and no one is wasting any time getting back out. Damn, it looks like half the world has traveled to New York City." "You ain't kidding Captain. Damn, I need to slow down, ow my knee is killing me." Deep gulping breaths nearly choke me as I lean against a postal box bringing my knee up to my chest to rub it."

"Amanda, maybe we should get a taxi it's only two more blocks, that knee looks huge and angry." "In this traffic, Liv will be waiting an hour, no, I'm fine. Just give me a minute." her hand rubs my back gently "I'll be right back, Amanda, just keep breathing deeply." She jogs over to one of the nearest vendors as I close my eyes breathing profoundly hard for thirty-nine years of age, wishing I had brought Advil to relieve the pain. Of course, in my rush to get out of the apartment after I discovered my nearly teenage son gone. I hadn't thought of myself. Nor did I think I would be running halfway through the city in search of our two boys.

"Amanda, take a drink hon, your face is beat red." taking the water bottle she hands to me I fall back against the wall as the cold, refreshing liquid has the desired effect on me. I feel my blood pressure start to decrease my temperature lowers as my breathing eases. The pain is less sharp, but still there, "I think I can go on again."

"Let me help you, Rollins." she wraps her arm under my pit, helping me to go forward. "Am I crazy for being so worried, Liv? I mean Elton's twelve he can take care of himself, he grew up in New York City. I shouldn't be this scared, should I?"

"Amanda, New York City, is a hub for sex traffickers, Pimps, Con-artists, opportunists, and every other evil thing under God's sun; we both have a right to be worried. New York has many amazing opportunities, but their kids they are so vulnerable to the temptations of predators, of course, you are not crazy to be worried, 12 is not grown."

"We have to have faith though Amanda; there must be a reason both our son's cell phones pinged at Madison Square Garden." "I can't even think right now, Liv; I have pain hitting my knee at all angles."

"Has Noah mentioned anything that would trigger you to think he would be here?" "Truthfully I have barely paid attention to him, I've been so preoccupied with work, and this stupid COVID-19, I feel like I have barely seen him."

"I know the feeling Captain, Elton's been so busy with his youtube channel, his live IG's I haven't seen him, I come home I am in so much pain with my knee I just pop pain revilers and curl up in bed. I'm exhausted,"

"We think we have Amanda forever until we wake up one day and they're gone. Will find them, Amanda, just have faith."

How are we supposed to find two small kids in this mass crowd is beyond me every direction we turn there are bodies pressed against bodies. Music is blasting from loudspeakers overhead; voices are practicing vocal scales, blending as they sing. "Shit, that's what they're here for." Liv points to one of the giant masques above our heads, which flashes the event taking place here today. Raise Your Mic the number one America votes singing competition show in America.

Elton has been talking about it for months. He's been a massive fan of the show since it debuted when he was six years old. My son spends hours each day learning guitar, drums, vocal techniques. He makes youtube videos in hopes of being discovered. He takes vocal and dance lessons very seriously. How did I forget this show was coming?

"NYPD out of our way!" "Move, NYPD." Both of us flash our badges as we shove our way through the giant fishbowl of sweaty bodies. "Officer, help us." We stop one of the patrol officers stationed in the middle of the area. "Captain Benson SVU, we're looking for our sons have you seen these boys here today?"

Liv flashes the officer a picture of our two boys Elton Jenson-Rollins and Noah Porter- Benson both standing on stage last summer after they won a local competition. They were smiling as if they had are being handed all of America's Gold.

"No I am sorry Captain I have not, but I will radio for all officers to be on the lookout, are they in any danger?" "We have no way of knowing Officer..." "Johnson Captain, when was the last time you saw your son?"

"Last night when we put them to bed. We pinged their cell phones here about an hour ago. So they have to be here somewhere."

Bringing up the tracking device on my cell, I hold it up "Over there." I point to the area where the two dots are showing the boys to be. "I'm right behind you, Amanda." I feel Olivia's hands on my back as we weave our way through the bodies. "That way, Amanda, turn left." "Noah! Elton! Where are you! Answer us; we're not mad; we just need to know you are okay!"

"Captain Benson I found the cell phones." we race to where Officer Johnson is digging through the trash retrieving two cell phones. "Excuse me, have you seen these boys?" I start showing the picture on my phone to every person around us. My heart is pounding a mile a minute; sweat is dripping down my back, soaking my blazer. "Excuse me, NYPD have you seen these boys?" Liv is starting to do the same as Officer Johnson makes a radio call to all available units to look out for our sons. "Detective?" I spin at the sound of someone calling to me. "Yes, have you seen these boys, sir?" "I have about thirty-five minutes ago." "Which way did they go?" "They left with a man who tossed the phones into the trash he promised the boys he would buy them new phones if they behaved, they called him dad, so I assumed that he was, I am so sorry if he isn't their dad, oh my god. I wow..I'm."

My knees give out as I understand the implications of his words Elton's dad is in the military there's no way he's here, I just talked to him via Instagram live last night he's in Iraq. Noah's father is dead shot by our fellow officer Nick. So who is this man they are with? Why didn't they scream? Why did they call him dad?

My brain freezes for a minute; what if this man who took them isn't a friendly? What if he is some sick creep who wants to hurt them? Not knowing if my son is safe feels like the floor has come out from beneath me. My sanity is on the verge of collapsing, one glance at Olivia. I can tell she feels the same way.

All I can think about is the fight we had last night how Elton was so angry because I wouldn't listen to his new cover, I keep hearing the anger and pain in his voice as I took my pills and went to lay down. "You don't care about me mom, all you care about are the victims, the stupid victims! What do I have to do get kidnapped to get your attention! Uh, I hate you! Why did you have me if all you are going to do is ignore me!"

The slamming of the doors followed suit I fell asleep before I could go to apologize I never got a hug last night or a chance to tell him I do love him, I was just tired. What if I never get that chance? Stop it, Amanda, he's safe, I'm his mother I would know if he was dead or hurt, I would feel it. I know I would, right now I am just afraid it's normal, but I don't feel empty, I would feel empty if my son was dead. Wouldn't I?

"We have to remain hopeful Amanda, let your mom instinct guide you do not think like a cop, think like a mom." Be a mom. It sounds so easy just to believe blindly that our sons are safe inside one of these rooms inside this complex. They're inside safe nervous about their auditions they did not have permission to attend, oblivious to the stresses they are causing us.

The cops in us, though, are scanning the stadium for pick-pockets kidnappers, pimps. At least 460,000 kids go missing every year in the USA. It's not entirely accurate since there are many never reported missing. 91% are endangered runaways, 49% are family abductions, less than 1% are nonfamily abductions.

What if our sons are in that 1% percentage? Out of nearly 26,300 runaways in 2019, 1 out of 6 were likely victims of sex traffickers. "Rollins think like a mom, not a cop, please do not allow yourself to go to the statistic. I am staying hopeful their smart kids; they probably realized we were tracking them and ditched them. Maybe they knew someone here, a teacher, a friend's dad."

"Benson, Rollins get to room 328A now." Kat- Azar-Tamin's voice comes over the portable intercoms. "I'll take you there, hop on the ATV." Olivia gets on; first, I follow suit, wrapping my arms around her waist. The wind takes our hair as Officer Johnson whips through bodies and around corners into the elevator. Gently I reach up, grabbing a piece of hair out of her face. "Thanks, Rollins I was starting to eat it, hair is not meant to be eaten." "No, it's not Liv."

"Room 328A Ladies, I mean detectives sorry. Good Luck I hope the boys are found safe." "Thank you, Officer Johnson." Taking Liv's hand, we rush through the body's badges flashing until we get to Kat. "Liv, Amanda over here." My knee screams in pain as I push it to the limit following Kat inside the room, her finger slips to her lips as she motions for us to stop and be quiet. In the middle of the place, our sons stand in front of three judges.

Elton is belting out a beautiful song as Noah is dancing. I've never seen Noah dance before, but he is fantastic. So beautifully poised and graceful beyond his seven years of age. There's an emotion on Elton's face I have never seen before. Peaceful, his voice soars above the ceiling. Every judge is awed. I can see it in their faces. Country music Twin-Superstars Meadow and Sage Bentley, I grew up with them in Loganville. The three of us use to be inseparable I haven't heard from them since our college days—R/B Producer and recording artist Sydney Lawrence and teen pop superstar Demi Rogue.

I could never earn Your heart
I could never reach that far
But You have pulled me close
You'll never let me go
I'm safe forever in Your arms
Your promises, I cannot break
And I know You will never change

Your love is, Your love is
Your love is loyal
Your love is, Your love is
Your love is loyal
More faithful than the rising sun
This grace for me I can't outrun
Your love is, Your love is
Your love is loyal

You are always there for me
You listen every time I speak
You look into my eyes
See the things I hide
And say that You will never leave
Your promises I can not break
And I know You will never change

When my world shakes
Your love remains unshaken
So constant, so perfect, unwavering
When my world falls
Your love remains unfailing
So constant, so perfect, unwavering
So constant, so perfect, unwavering

Your love is, Your love is
Your love is loyal
Your love is, Your love is
Your love is loyal
Your love is, Your love is
Your love is loyal
More faithful than the rising sun
This grace for me I can't outrun
Your love is, Your love is
Your love is loyal

Oh, loyal
Loyal

"We want to dedicate this to our moms who have given us everything in life, and who risk their lives every-day to serve and protect the streets and citizens of New York City, we just want to say we love you and thank you for all you do."

"Okay, Liv, should we feel like complete assholes for being so mad? And wanting to kill them now?"

"Nah, because I am still going to ground Noah's ass for the rest of his life after I hug the shit out of him."

"Oh, Good, so if I kill Elton, I won't be the world's worst mother." "Nope, just normal Amanda, so do you want to kill them together? After dinner at my place tonight?"

Diner at Liv's place, why do I feel like a teenage girl who was just asked out by her high school crush? "Sure dinner sounds great Liv want me to bring anything?" "Alcohol Rollins we're going to need it."

"Kat, you're invited to tonight thank you for finding our boys."

"Wow, the Captain's house, sweet I am there, do you mind if I bring a date?"

"Sure, whoever you like, Kat, I didn't know you were dating anyone."

"Yeah, the producer of the show Leanna "Lenny" Lopez, been seeing her for almost a year, she's fantastic."

"Well, I'll let you two alone to plot the murders of your sons, and I will see you tonight at seven." We laugh despite the looks we get from a few people. Exhausted, I lean against Liv, who's leaning against the wall. Her arm snakes across my back, encircling my waist our faces are nearly inches away from touching as our eyes lock with each other. I find myself staring into her eyes, imagining how it would feel to press my lips against hers. My heart skips a beat; I am so close to my dreams, as close as our boys are.

If only dreams came true.

A/N: The Usual disclaimers apply I do not own anything except original characters. Lyrics belong to Lauren Daigle.