With Elliot being the one who found Olivia, that meant that he, Fin, and Carisi were back from Brooklyn. The others, along with Alex, Casey, and Amanda, all at the media center.

Heading over, Olivia found Casey and Amanda deeply engrossed in a project that would lead to Bishop's identity. Meanwhile, Alex was talking to Carisi, who looked like he was going to have a stroke about something. Fin was just surveying the scene, unsure of whom to join.

Olivia put her hands on her hips. "Who wants to start?"

Alex bit the bullet. "I brought the guys up to speed on Harper, and also that she and Bella were in the same place. However, Melinda just called with an ID on the prostitute from Brooklyn."

"But…?"

"Carisi has gone and clammed up!"

Olivia sighed and turned to Fin. "What's up with you?"

"I don't know who to root for." he said quickly.

Olivia just shook her head and looked over at Amanda and Casey. "Got a progress report, Wonder Twins?"

"No." they said together, without looking up.

"Fine."

Olivia approached Carisi.

"What did Warner tell you?"

"She told us the name of the victim found in Brooklyn—we didn't find an ID at first, but she did, after we left." he explained. "The woman's name is Nikita Rogov."

"But this revelation has rattled you… why?"

"Remember Bella's fiancé, Tommy?"

Olivia nodded. "I do."

"Not too long after his case with us, he turned around a cheated on Bella. She was still pregnant."

"Damn. So he cheated on Bella with Nikita?"

"Yes, and then we found out that they both apparently died in a car crash." he became dejected. "It was a closed-casket funeral, but probably because her casket was empty."

Olivia held her hands in the time-out position. "Are you saying that Nikita faked her death, and has been alive this whole time, until today?"

"That's what it's looking like, lieutenant."

"Why, though?"

An invisible lightbulb went off over Carisi's head. "She was probably never in to him, and running with Bishop this whole time. Tommy could have been her 'side piece,' for lack of a better term."

"Did you ever meet Nikita Rogov, though?"

"No. I only know the name because Bella showed up, inconsolable on my doorstep the night she found out that Tommy was cheating."

He made a humming noise as his train of thought took off.

"Talk." Olivia said sternly.

"It's just that when Sophia first showed up, she brought with her the web that was the case about her ex-husband, and then the whole mess with her dad."

"She really helped us out on those cases."

"She did. Now Harper is here, and this," (he held his palms flat open in indication of the situation) "Followed her because she was kidnapped."

Beside them, Alex mused, "She escaped, too…"

Olivia looked from the detective to the DA. "Are you two accusing her of something?"

"Not a single bit." the blond said quickly.

"Neither am I." Carisi added. "But has Harper told you yet how she got to the hospital?"

"No." Olivia admitted.

"How far along is she?"

"Pushing seven months."

"Look, I totally believe that Harper escaped captivity, lieutenant, but let's be real for a minute—Harper falls very neatly under the special victims column, but as pregnant as she is, she had to have had help."

Olivia saw what her underling was driving at. "You think that Nikita helped Harper?"

"Yeah. I do."

"And then she was killed for it because she was found out?"

Fin spoke up. "Lieutenant, Nikita Rogov was raped and strangled in a very short amount of time before the body was discovered. The perp left her body in a car, at a park-and-ride place, after."

"You mean one of those lots where you park your car, and then go hop on a train or a bus?"

"Uh-huh."

Olivia began connecting the dots aloud. "So Nikita helps Harper get away, but the perp is leery of what could actually happen, so he follows Nikita and kills her because he didn't like being betrayed?"

The more she connected the dots, the more absurd things began to sound.

"Nobody in their right minds like being betrayed, but yes." nodded Fin. "What you're saying is totally plausible."

Carisi stepped forward. "Is Harper still here?"

"She is. She's in the conference room next to my office."

"And you're sure she's your sister?"

"Oh, one hundred percent, Dominick. Do you want to talk to her?"

"Yes. I want to see if she knows anything about Nikita."

"Alright, but I'm going in there with you, so I can make introductions—Harper's been through a lot in the past day-and-a-half."

Carisi looked sympathetic at the thought. "Poor thing must be exhausted."

"She is, and her husband of seven years died a month ago."

"Take it easy on Harper." Carisi summarized. "Got it."

As Amanda and Casey were still busy, Elliot, Fin, and Alex followed Olivia and Carisi to the conference room, each watching from behind the glass.

Olivia and Carisi entered the room, but Olivia became surprised by the sight in front of her. An open letter was on the table, as were quite a few stacks of hefty cash, and a small number of certificates, of some kind. There was also an official-looking paper that Olivia supposed had an inventory of everything.

Harper was at the table, staring into space and looking dazed.

"Woah, Harper." Olivia said. "Where did all of this come from?"

Harper looked at her. "It's an inheritance from our mother."

"I came into one, too, when I turned twenty-five. What all did you get?" Olivia asked curiously.

"She also left me the money she had in her account when she died, and it's been gathering interest, these past seventeen years. There are also bonds, and I don't know Legalese, but I'm quite certain that they're worth a lot."

"I'm sure Alex and Casey would be happy to help you to decipher it."

"Okay." Harper plucked a sealed envelope from the table and handed it to her sister. "She left a letter addressed to me, Harper Atticus, and this one is to Olivia Margaret. Some very heavy things were said in mine, so if she used your middle name, too, it's going to be safe to say that she did the same for you."

Olivia took the letter and tucked it into her inside suit jacket pocket. "Thank you, Harper. I consider myself warned."

Harper nodded, and cast a fast glance at Carisi as she began to clean up.

"Hello." she told him. "Join me, won't you?"

Carisi sat opposite her at the table. "Harper, my name is Dominick, and I work with your sister. I've got some questions for you."

"Fire away, my friend."

"Alright. Does the name Nikita Rogov mean anything to you?"

Harper looked at Carisi, eyes wide. "She was to have gotten rid of Aria and Serena, but she told me later that she left left them elsewhere. She just wasn't specific."

"Anything else?"

"Nikita dropped me off near the hospital today."

Carisi did his best to stagger under the weight of all this information. Olivia, too. The people on the other side of the glass were also hanging on to every word.

"Harper, this is really good." Carisi praised. "Think—is there anything else?"

"Nikita was given instructions take me somewhere to kill me… I'd spoken in defense of Bella, and Bishop didn't like that, so he did what he did. I guess he and Nikita slept together, or she always did what he wanted, because he gave me to her to be disposed of—and all because I defended a woman I hadn't known before today."

Carisi spoke his next words very calmly. "I'm the youngest of four, and Bella is my oldest sister."

Harper was now the one to stagger at heavy information being told. "Oh, my God…"

"This is just the protective brother in me asking, but did you see Bella before you left?"

Harper nodded. "I did, and she's been roughed up, but I can't account for for anything else."

"Of course. Thanks…"

Olivia could see that Carisi's overactive imagination was running away with him, so she squeezed his shoulder as a reminder to stay grounded. Then she sat next to him and took the reins of the conversation.

"Do you know exactly what is happening, in Brighton Beach?"

Harper sighed haltingly, and nodded as she began to remember. "I do—it's the beginnings of a baby trafficking ring. Everyone there, except for Dana and Bella, are pregnant. Their babies were taken away because they're too old: pregnant mamas only."

"Has Dana been raped?"

"No, and I would've known if she was. She has a beef with Bishop, though."

This tidbit really grabbed Olivia's attention. "Do you know why?"

"They know each other from Rikers Island, and he likes to push her around because he thinks it's funny. Abuse is the word, though."

Olivia felt a pang of sympathy for Dana, but spoke quickly, to distract herself. "He hasn't assaulted Bella, has he?"

"He won't, so long as Dana is nearby. Bishop took her out of Rikers because she's his favorite, or something."

"Does she have a specific job?"

"Yes. Dana takes care of everyone, and for some reason, she's extra protective of Bella. She also has some kind of shock device on her ankle that has receivers on all the exits and windows, and when she gets too close, it zaps her something awful."

"Harper," Carisi squawked. "You're describing a shock collar for dogs."

"Depressing, isn't? Dana's given up on getting out alive, and I just want her told hold Serena again."

Meanwhile, Olivia desperately wanted to go to her office to think everything through, but she couldn't yet. She had still more questions.

"Harper, how do you know all this?"

"Dana was sent to take care of me when they brought me in. She started talking to me about what was happening… maybe because I look like you, Olivia. She's the one who told me to ask for SVU."

Harper gave her temples a rub.

"I don't know why I'm only just remembering this. I'm sorry."

Olivia consoled her. "There's nothing to be sorry about—you've had an insane twenty-four hours, and were deprived of water and food for most of it. Your priorities have been a little different than usual, I'm sure."

"That is correct. I have it in me for one last round of questions. Make 'em count."

"Do you know where everyone is?"

"Yeah. It's definitely a warehouse, but it made shoe polish at some point."

"Does it smell?"

"To high Heaven." Harper tapped her belly. "Xander had such an adverse reaction that I vomited on Bishop's shoes. He didn't like that."

"Do you remember anything in particular about this place?"

"I could hear and smell the ocean to the right, and I could also smell baking bread."

"Meaning there's a bakery nearby?"

"Yes." Harper confirmed, and then looked from one to the other. "Olivia, Dominick, do either of you speak a foreign language at all?"

"Yes." they said in unison.

"Then you'll know, even for a seasoned or native speaker of something, sometimes words are impossible to translate, and you end up with the word in English, right?"

Olivia and Carisi nodded.

"I heard someone say 'neighbor' and 'bakery.' Besides the ocean, I could also smell baking bread—very close." Harper studied her companions again. "Didn't this conversation start because of Nikita? Is she dead, or something?"

"She is, and so far as we can figure, other than the killer, you were the last person to see her alive." Olivia said seriously. "We have you on record at the hospital, in intensive care during the time she died, but do you have any idea where she could have been going?"

Harper began to practice breathing exercises as she digested what she was hearing.

"Was she found by a place of transport?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Brooklyn."

"Nikita had a soul, Olivia. As soon as we drove away, she told me that she wasn't going to kill me because she was going to escape to Canada, and squeal on Bishop from up there." Harper's tone became calm and very detached, like she was working extra hard to not freak out. "She offered to bring me with her—she even said we could hide out in town until she could get a passport and money for me. When I politely declined, she dropped me off by the hospital."

"Nikita really did have a soul." remarked Olivia. "Did you see where she went?"

"No. I was too weak to concentrate on much, and Xander was extremely unappreciative of that." Harper stifled a yawn, her exhaustion finally showing through. "Bishop probably Nikita, so she could be killed, since I wasn't."

Olivia patted her sister's hand. "I see how tired you are; you probably want to sleep in your own bed."

"Hibernate, more like."

"Well, hang tight, and we'll get someone to drive you."

"Thanks, Livia…" she said around an actual yawn.

Olivia just kissed her baby sister on the top of her head, and left quietly with Carisi beside her.

"Wait." Olivia looked around the viewing area. "Where's Alex?"

"She went to call Donnelley about getting a warrant for the bakery." supplied Fin. "The councilor believes in covering her bases."

Carisi looked around, too. "Where are Amanda and Casey? Still busy?"

But the words were barely of his mouth when the two in question appeared, Casey pushing Amanda in her wheelchair. The younger woman had another week to go on her bum leg, and a physical therapy appointment before she would officially be walking on her own and back on duty again.

When Elliot saw them, he quipped, "Speak of the devils."

"Okay, what?" Casey asked as all eyes turned to her and Amanda. "Did Harper talk?"

"There's an understatement…"

Ignoring Elliot, Olivia said, "Casey, please tell me you and Amanda ID'd Bishop."

"We did." Amanda handed her CO an iPad in her lap. "Here."

There was a series of images, but the first one was a mugshot of a rather bedraggled man. He was just as Casey and Harper had described, however—older and Caucasian, with blond hair. The cherry on top was the jagged scar on the side of his face.

This was baby Serena's father, and Harper's rapist. Now they knew his name.

"Fenton Bishop, from Rikers Island?" she looked at Amanda. "How do you know this guy?"

"I don't. The ball is in Casey's court now."

Now all the attention was pointed at the lone redhead in the room.

"Back when I was attached to the arson squad, there was a rash of nasty garbage fires at construction sites around Chinatown. Long story short, the guy was caught, and things were put to bed, but this guy—Bishop—was a person of interest. He was even arrested for a bar fight once," Casey pointed to the iPad. "And that's why the mugshot. I remember because this was one of my last cases before I came back to SVU."

"Did you meet him, Casey?"

"I did. He taunted me like nothing else, but he said he'd never touch me in a million years."

Olivia did her best to contain her amusement at Casey's attitude. "Why's that?"

"And I quote, 'I'm not into Irish 'eurotrash,' Miss Novak.' Joke's on him—I may have natural red hair, but my last name is Slovakian."

While it was common knowledge that Casey was very patriotic towards the United States because her father was a Vietnam veteran, it was also known that she was just as proud of her Irish and Slovakian heritage, too.

Olivia coughed pointedly, to remind Casey to wind down. "You're positive that this is the same guy that Harper was talking about, too?"

"Dead-set, Olivia."

"Alright." Olivia motioned for Casey to follow her. "Let's have a chat with her."

Harper was at the table, yet, and practicing her breathing exercises again.

"You good, Harp?" Olivia asked her.

"Uh-huh!" her tone wasn't all that convincing.

Casey showed showed her the mugshot. "Is this Bishop?"

Harper averted her eyes at the sight of the man who had raped her. "He's the guy. I could never forget."

The way that Harper was behaving told Olivia that something else was afoot. Something bad.

Olivia knelt in front of her sister, and got her to turn about face.

"You've had another thought, huh?"

Harper forced herself to look into Olivia's eyes, and she nodded. "I did."

"Will you tell me?"

"Bishop more than likely murdered Nikita, but if he found her, he will find me, and I'm the one supposed to be dead, aren't I? I can't go home, and I do not want to be alone!"

Of course, Harper's fear was warranted, and Olivia had been anticipating a delayed PTSD-related reaction like this, but Harper was gaining too much momentum, way too fast. Olivia had to get in front of the problem, pronto.

"Harper, honey, you have to slow your breathing. Think of Xander."

"Olivia, help me!" she began to cry and wheeze at the same. "I can't, and I'm so scared! Xander's kicking like crazy, and he's never been like this!"

Olivia rubbed Harper's back as Casey hurried out to call 911.

"Harper, please?" she begged. "You're going to make yourself sick!"

But Harper was weeping hysterically as fear seized her even more; she was probably going to have to be sedated.

"Olivia, help me!"

The pregnant woman fell out of her chair, but Olivia caught her and laid her down before she could hurt herself or her baby. Olivia worked quickly to loosen Harper's clothing and fan her down. Her actions weren't a moment too soon because Harper began convulsing.

Olivia looked towards the window, where she knew the others were.

"WHERE IS THAT BUS?"

She turned back to Harper and spoke softly to her, like a mother.

"It's okay, my sweet Harper—just get it all out." Olivia wiped her eyes when hot tears began to fall. "I won't let anything else bad happen to you and Xander. Big sis is here."