When Olivia had brought Barba to the station, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the Amazons hadn't entered puberty yet.
"OK," she told Barba, drawing up a chair, "just sit here and watch."
"Watch what?" Barba slowly asked, puzzled, "Why are there a bunch of minors in the holding cells?"
"You won't believe a word I say unless you see it for yourself," Olivia looked him in the eye, "But trust me when I say that they are very dangerous."
"Dangerous?" Barba didn't understand how these children could possibly be a threat, "How old are they?"
"Well," Olivia saw no reason to beat about the bush, "the girls were literally born this morning and the moms are two years old."
Barba blinked. "Sorry?"
"Please, just trust me when I say this –" Olivia pleaded, but she was interrupted by one of the Amazons.
Cheryl, the mother of the brunette Amazon Georgia, was holding onto the bars and tilted her head. "Hey, Alexis, isn't that the guy you and Helena met at the White Lady?"
Alexis gave a smirk. "It is!" she squealed, "Which hopefully means that Claudia's on her way!"
Barba paused before he pointed his finger at Alexis and told Olivia, "I saw her when I was drinking." Then he remembered. "She and Helena left together."
"That's right, lawyer," Alexis crossed her arms. Megan, staring up at her mother, did the same.
"Why – why are they locked up?" Barba was getting frustrated. As was Olivia.
"Watch them," she gabbled as she turned and made her way to the door, "When they grow breasts, you'll believe me. And don't leave!"
Barba's eyes glanced between the front door and the holding cells in front of him. He was tired, dizzy and very, very confused.
Around an hour later, still bewildered by the whole situation and slightly embarrassed to be at 1PP in his dressing gown, Barba asked a question.
He was unsure if the women in the cells would answer him, though. All they had done since he had arrived was glare at him or Rollins, Carisi or Fin if they went past. Aside from the Hispanic girl. She giggled whenever Rollins came close, followed by a snarl from the woman he presumed was her mother. At least, Barba thought that she was her mother. She didn't look anything like the child but she was fiercely protective of her.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked.
Only one of the women was standing. Or rather, leaning her back against the bars. The others were sitting or lying down, bored.
This woman, whose skin was the same shade as Doctor Huang's, turned around to face the lawyer.
"Amazons. Didn't your dear friend Sergeant Benson tell you that?" she answered with a scowl.
"Amazons?" Barba asked, "As in the Ancient Greeks?" He paused. "Are you all related?"
He knew that it was unlikely that a group of women who appeared to be the same age were related, but the way that they acted made it unlikely that they were a sorority or club or anything outside of a street gang or other violent types. Then he asked why they were in here.
The woman snorted. "I killed my father. We're Amazons. We all kill our fathers."
"You killed your father? When?" Barba knew that they shouldn't ask questions without a lawyer present, but as he was a lawyer, he supposed that he could bend the rules slightly if SVU had already arrested them on those charges.
"Two years ago," the woman sighed, "We all did. We all killed our fathers the day after we were born."
"Shut up, Sierra!" Kimberley stood up, "Do you want to let the cops win?"
Sierra snapped back, "Well if we're in this mess, they've already won! Peggy can't kill her dad because I'm certain that they found him!"
"Sorry, what are you saying?" Barba frowned, once again confused.
Sierra pulled the redhead child close. "My Peggy," she explained to Barba, "can't kill her dad now because your cop friends locked us up in here." She stroked her daughter's cheek. "They'll never be accepted as Amazons now."
"That's your daughter?" Barba couldn't understand how an East Asian woman could have a girl with red hair, pale skin and freckles. He didn't know much about genetics, but he was sure that if the father had those but the mother was of another race then the child would resemble the mother.
Before he could ask anything else, Ava tugged at her mother's sleeve.
"Mom, I think I need a bra now."
"I hate this," Olivia was crouched in front of Barba's couch, eyes fixed on the front door, as she spoke to the brothers on speakerphone, "The Amazons won't help. They're all man-haters." She gave a sigh. "I think I preferred the angry lesbians."
"Angry lesbians?" Dean sounded interested.
Olivia heard a groan. "Not now, Dean," Sam interrupted, "Sergeant, I told you – one bullet stops them dead in their tracks."
"But I don't want to have to kill a child." Olivia argued. Even if said child was hell-bent on killing one of her friends.
She paused. "Can't I – change her, somehow? End the brainwashing?"
Dean breathed through his teeth. "I'm not sure. It's literally in their DNA to kill their fathers. I – I did believe Emma, though. When she said that she wanted to run away with me."
There was silence for a brief moment before he continued.
"I – Emma was lying. She knew somehow that we were hunters. So she lied instead of shooting me first. With – what's her name?"
Olivia thought for a second. "Claudia. The paper said Claudia."
"Well, with Claudia, I would say go with what your gut tells you."
"Does that always work?" Olivia asked.
"Sure," she could tell that Dean was grinning as he said that, "My gut's – it's usually right."
"It's never empty, either," she heard Sam mutter under his breath.
The court had been called back into session. Nicky was sitting in the witness box as the wedding videotape played. Although she acted remorseful and saddened, the brothers knew that she was feeling smug inside. The video had been examined using human methods and had been declared genuine.
The brothers knew that there were anachronisms, however. The trees in the background hadn't been that tall in 1994, according to Benson and her team when they had tracked the address online. But that hadn't been enough for them to even submit this as an argument.
When the video had finished playing, the prosecutor looked at Nicky. "And the girl shown on the video is Emma, right?"
Nicky nodded, head bowed. "Yes, sir."
"And this was –" the lawyer examined his notes, "2002?"
"Yes," Nicky glanced up at him, "It was March 2002."
Then she added, shifting in her seat, "Rita loved Sam, but, well," she twisted the fingers on her left hand as she spoke, looking down at them for a second before turning her attention back to the prosecutor, "She left for a while around the time this video was filmed. That's why she didn't say goodbye."
"And why is that?" the prosecutor asked, "Is it something to do with Jessica Moore?" He turned to the jury. "For the record, Jessica Moore was the woman that Sam Winchester was engaged to when she was killed in November 2005."
Nicky looked the prosecutor in the eye, clasping her hands out of view of anyone else.
"Sam also fancied another woman from the cult. I have to admit, I feel guilty at this. I was jealous that Rita had such a strong relationship with him. So I asked another woman to put a love spell on him."
"Is this really necessary?" the judge asked, but Nicky was on a roll.
She quickly swung her head to face the brothers.
"She lived with him for six months. I suggested to her to cast the spell so that he would never leave. As punishment for what they had done to the Amazons."
Before anyone could ask what she meant, Nicky gripped the edges of the box, her nails digging into the wood and leaving marks.
"Remember her, Sam? Remember beautiful Amelia?"
A collective chill ran down the brothers' spines. Sam slowly stood up, despite the judge instructing him to sit back down.
"You're lying." Sam breathed heavily, telling himself not to believe her.
Nicky smiled. "For once Sam, I'm telling the truth. Remember how you felt for her after taking your first drink with her? How she offered you that very same drink every night?"
Everything happened so fast that it was hard to work out afterwards exactly what went on.
Sam had jumped over the table and ran towards the witness box, yelling, "You bitch! I'll kill you!" He had gripped his hands around Nicky's throat for only a split second before two guards had wrestled him away. Dean was now standing, shouting for Sam to stop, the defense lawyer trying his best to push the older Winchester back into his seat. The guards managed to tug Sam to the floor and tasered him before placing him in handcuffs. All the while the judge was banging his gavel and calling for order.
The judge bellowed, "Court is adjourned! I demand a new jury be found and we shall reassess the case at said time! For the meantime, the two defendants are to be placed in separate cells and I ask that if the witness has any more evidence she should submit it in writing. That is all for today!"
All Sam could think about was that when he had placed his hands around Nicky's throat, she had been cackling.
Olivia heard the news from Rollins as soon as the younger officer could pass on the message.
"That means the insanity defense is off the table," Rollins sighed, "No-one will believe that they're innocent. Sam really went off the rails."
Her superior lay back against the couch and groaned. "We can't do anything else for them, can we?"
Rollins felt a lump in her throat as she answered. "No. I don't think we can."
"We'll get them out," Olivia promised, more to Rollins than herself, "We have to."
Before Rollins could say anything else, Olivia heard footsteps coming from outside. Turning her head, she whispered, "I'll call you back," and watched as the door handle slowly opened.
As soon as it did, Olivia shot up, gun aimed at the figure in the doorway as they made their way in.
Olivia took a good look at the young woman standing in the front room.
She could definitely see Barba in the Amazon. She had the same dark hair, broad shoulders and determined scowl. The only major difference was that she was shorter and her hair was longer with a fringe.
Olivia stood up straight, ready to fight if things went haywire. "Claudia, is it?" she asked.
Claudia nodded. "I'm here to kill Rafael Barba." She spoke in the same way she would have if she were deciding on what toppings she wanted on her pizza.
Olivia shook her head. "I can't let you do that."
"It's what I was born to do." Claudia interjected.
Olivia pursed her lips and nodded. "I know. That's what you were told. But he's not here."
"Then tell me where he is." Claudia was slowly getting angrier.
"Somewhere where you won't be able to get him." Olivia answered.
Claudia smirked. "He's at the precinct, isn't he?"
"Surrounded by witnesses. You won't be able to kill him. I won't let you. He's my friend; I'm not going to lose any more of them."
The corner of Claudia's mouth turned upward. "I expected that you might help him. But remember, officer, I am an Amazon," she started to produce a knife from behind her back, "and just as capable as you in a fight."
Olivia knew that she could shoot now. But that still meant a young woman would be found dead in a building filled with witnesses. A young woman whose death could not be explained. Another young woman that would spend eternity lying in a grave in a potter's field, unidentified because she could never be identified.
Olivia was fast. Instead of aiming her gun straight at Claudia, she shot towards the wall above her. Claudia jumped and Olivia rammed her into the wall, punching her wrist so as to force the Amazon to let go of the knife. Claudia gave out a yell as Olivia dragged her to the ground. Kicking and screaming, the Amazon was pinned down and tried to claw at the older woman's face. She attempted to knee Olivia in the stomach, but Olivia grabbed Claudia's forearms and shoved them into the wooden floor.
Claudia, however, was strong. Pushing back against Olivia, she was on her feet again. Olivia grabbed the girl's ankle and she flew face-first onto the floor. Quick as a flash, Olivia pulled out her pepper spray and hit the Amazon in the eyes. Claudia shrieked as she tried to attack Olivia despite the haze, but Olivia quickly cuffed the girl's wrists and started dragging her out of the apartment and down the fire exit.
"You, young lady," Olivia panted, "are going to see your daddy. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
At the precinct, Barba was still staring at the Amazons, bewildered.
Fin came up to him and was about to say something when Barba slowly raised his finger and pointed.
"Those girls'…breasts grew in. They were ten when I arrived but th – they have breasts now. And they're taller."
Fin sighed, glancing between the psychopathic young women in the cells and back at the lawyer. "I knew you wouldn't believe us if we said otherwise."
"Said what?" Barba felt weak.
The officer explained. "They're supernatural."
Barba wondered if he would faint. But he didn't.
"I think I need a drink," he told Fin, his voice barely more than a whisper, "A stiff one."