Waking up Wednesday, they largely went about their usual routine. Rafael had been uo until one o'clock in the morning, managing his files, the night before, but it wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. He just downed some coffee, and Olivia made a quick breakfast while Rafael got Sofía dressed before sitting down with his family to eat while they waited for Lucy to arrive so they could leave for work.

Noah not having school yet again, hadn't wanted to get dressed, but Rafael had made him get dressed anyway before he grabbed his briefcase out of his study and headed to court. He had the Marshall-Lynch grand jury first thing that morning, and it went as well as Rafael could've hoped.

He had a teacher, another relative of the victim, and the school nurse testify to things they'd seen and heard. The child, who a judge determined was competent, also testified via closed-circuit camera.

The foster-parents hadn't wanted to subject the child to his abusers and that was the only way they'd agree for the boy to testify. He wanted to work with them, not just subpoena the boy and make things harder for the kid. He actually agreed with the foster-parents in this case.

He'd gotten the indictments that he'd wanted, all around, and was out of court little after two o'clock that afternoon. He managed to deal with a few work emails and then he had Capezio and his attorney finally brought in to deal with another mess.

"Well, this is entrapment," Counsellor Ron Freddo said. "My client is a respected member of the medical community."

"Don't even try," Fin said. "He's a pusher. These women were addicted." The sergeant leaned forward slightly. "That's rape."

"Rape?" the man said, "It's barter. Uh, dinners, a deal on dry cleaning." Rafael just knew his thoughts regarding that comment were showing on his face, but didn't particularly care. Moron. "These people are in pain, I help them. These victims are addicts and liars."

Rafael sighed, glancing at Olivia. "What else do we have beside the video tape?"

"His assistant flipped on him," the captain explained. "She showed us his appointment logs, his accounting ledgers. There are at least twelve women, who Capezio doesn't take money from."

"So, we tack on criminal drug diversion and healthcare fraud," Rafael said, "we got a solid case. Baring you keep Kim under control."

"-and we wouldn't have it if Kim hadn't come forward," Carisi pointed out.

Rafael had to give the blond that. "True" He sighed. "I'll call her parole officer," Rafael said after a moment. "We get the right judge on this, she can get an ankle-bracelet release, pending trial."

"What about her two-year-old son?" Olivia asked.

He heaved another sigh. "She abandoned him while she got high," he said tersely. "I'm not lobbying for custody."

"Understood," Olivia conceded. "So, I'm -"

Rafael looked at Carisi. "Your fiancée still wants custody, right?"

The blond nodded. "She's adamant."

"Good."

"Okay," Olivia said, "so I'm going to call and bring the DEA in on this -"

He was about to agree and tell her to go ahead when a thought struck him. "Wait," he said, still wracking his brain for what to do. "Hold off on calling the DEA. Capezio's a small-time sextortionist -"

Olivia eyed him. "Who belongs in prison."

"I agree," he shot back. "But do we think he's the only doctor doing this?"

"Isn't that up to the DEA and Narcotics to pursue?" Olivia pointed out.

"The DEA? Narcotics?" he said. "They don't know how to run a sex crimes investigation. We call them in, they'll go after the pills-for-pay, these victims -"

"They'll get pushed under the rug," she said knowingly.

"Exactly," he replied. "This is still our case. We have leverage, here, now. Let's see where this takes us and go on a little fishing expedition."

Carisi shrugged. "He has a point."

"Okay," she agreed, "then let's go fishing." Recognizing the look on his face, she smirked. "And please make it hurt."

He just chuckled and starting walking into the interrogation room with her.

"Fin, Kat, give us the room?" Olivia requested without missing a beat.

"Sure," Officer Tamin said.

"Whatever you need, Captain," came Fin's reply.

As the officer and sergeant made their way out of the room, Rafael walked around the table, standing right in front of the 'good doctor.'

"What's going on?" Dr. Capezio questioned.

"Dr. Capezio," he said. "I'm Executive Assistant District Attorney Rafael Barba, Chief of the Sex Crimes Unit. In addition to grand larceny, fraud, and prescription drug diversion, you're looking at rape three."

"You're going to prison," the captain said without any sympathy. "And a jury will be happy to see you die there."

He gave the man a pointed look. "But, this doesn't have to go that route. If you work with us, I might be willing to be lenient."

"It was just sex!" the man exclaimed. "This whole business runs on that."

"Then let's start there," Olivia suggested.

Rafael wasn't surprised to find that the man didn't have much backbone to speak of, and they'd gotten a fair amount of information out of the man.

Capezio tipped them off about some actions of several female sales representatives, and the squad quickly got to planning another undercover operation for Officer Tamin, who was more than eager to take the job.

With that settled, Rafael headed back to his office, started cracking open his files, only to be interrupted by a call from one of the younger ADAs requesting he meet with her and the commanding officer of the 20 Precinct as the ADA was trying to leverage some weight against this CEO that they were looking at, the young ADA having caught her first high-profile case.

He'd gone, of course, and set up an action plan of sorts. He was more than willing to help the ADA limit her chances of getting into hot water. For multiple reasons that were rather self-explanatory.

When he finally made it back to his office, however, it was almost five and he wanted to go home. Still, he forced himself to focus on his files, deciding he'd work just another hour or so before going home and he'd work from home again.

It would mean another late night, but he was willing to take it if it meant he'd get some time with his family despite the increased workload.

He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and pulled up his wife's number, typing a message. 'Hey. You working late tonight?'

He smiled as he quickly got a text back. 'No. I should be home around 6pm. You?'

'I'll work in my study later. Dinner plans?'

'I'll make Chicken Rice Skillet? We have the chicken, rice and veggies. Or did you have something in mind?'

He shook his head, amused. She didn't cook often, but she had honestly gotten a lot better at it. 'No, that's fine. I'll get dinner tomorrow then. I promised Noah I'd make Papas Rellenas this week.'

His phone dinged again. 'Okay. See you in a couple of hours, Love.'

'See you soon, Cariño.' Deciding to put his phone off to the side, a smile still firmly on his face, he dived back into his files, trying to get as much done as he could before he went home for the day.