FIND HER: THE HUNT FOR ROLLINS

Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order: SVU or its characters. The following work is strictly fan fiction.

Story takes place several months after the Season 22 finale.

Note: There will be trigger warnings including kidnapping, rape, assault, etc. Please read to your own discretion.

Chapter 7: 722

"Thank you, Captain, for arranging this pointless meeting," Earl snickered as he entered the room, cuffed. "I love any excuse to stretch my legs."

"Sit down," Finn said.

Earl shrugged and took a seat in front of the detectives. He looked from Captain Benson to Detective Tutuola and just shook his head.

"What?" Olivia snapped at him, not ready to play any games.

"Nothing," he replied. "What can I do for you two?"

"We're looking for information," Fin answered. "On the whereabouts of your son, Carl."

"You really think I'm going to tell you anything?" Earl laughed. "Why on earth would I do that?"

"Your son is in a lot of trouble," Olivia responded. "If you don't talk to us and tell us where he is, when we do find him he might not make it out alive."

"IF you find him," Earl corrected, looking between the two of them. "Which one did he take? The skinny brunette or the feisty blonde?... He's got your blondie doesn't he. Yeah, I'm not surprised – she's his type. I bet he's having all sorts of fun with her."

"Enough!" Olivia slammed her hand on the table, interrupting him.

"How'd you know he-"

"What? That he took one of your detectives?" Earl shrugged. "You don't think I had this all planned out? That I wouldn't make a contingency plan? Make sure I had a way to get out of here?"

"So, you got your son to risk his life to save your own ass," Fin shook his head.

"Damn straight. Besides, he's already risking his ass with the shit he pulls," Earl rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair with his arms crossed. "Keeping these girls the way he does."

"What do you mean by the way he does?" Fin asked.

"It's like he's looking for something with them. He just couldn't get it, a broad's a broad."

"If you help us, maybe we can work something out with the D.A."

"What? Like turn a life sentence into 80 years? Naw, I'm good," Earl shook his head. "My son's an idiot, but I'll take my chances with him. How long's it been now? Three days maybe? You two must be close to organizing my release, I don't know how much more time your detective can handle."

"You shut your mouth," Fin snapped.

"Captain Benson," a guard said as he entered the room. "A detective outside said he'd like to see you immediately."

Olivia nodded, thanking him before she stood. Fin sat for a moment staring at him, wanting nothing more than to punch his lights out. Finally, he stood, and followed Olivia out. Elliot had offered to come and sit outside the prison to keep an eye on Olivia's cell. She knew she wouldn't be able to bring her phone into the prison and didn't want to risk it being turned off and Carl trying to reach her.

She tried to hide her sense of urgency as she headed out of the room. She collected her belongings as swiftly as she could and thanked the guard as she headed out of the building, Fin right behind her.

"He message?" Olivia ask as soon as she was in speaking distance to Elliot. He nodded as he passed her the phone as she got into the passenger seat, Fin hopping into the back as Elliot sped off, trying to get back to the precinct as fast as he could.

"What'd he say?" Fin asked leaning forward.

"Talk soon," Olivia read before glancing back at him. "He's sent me a new link."

"Your Captain is running late," Carl said, glancing at Amanda as she sat at the edge of bed watching him.

"She's working on getting your father released," Amanda responded, "she'll call when she can, she's not always at her computer."

"How long do you think she'll be?"

"I don't know," she watched as he paced back and forth. She took a deep breath, when stopped and turned to her. "Don't worry, she'll call."

"I have no doubt she will," he responded, walking towards her. He put her long blonde hair behind her hear and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much," she offered him a soft smile. Glancing past him at the table that had the garbage from their lunch. She stared at the black logo, the name "Joey's" printed across it. When he had returned with their food, he had passed her the bag to begin taking food out as he went to the washroom. She looked at the bag, trying to remember the logo the best she could before she began to take the burgers out. Her heart had skipped a beat and she held the receipt in her hand. She looked closely and began to repeat to herself: 722 Rebecca Street. 722 Rebecca Street. 722 Rebecca Street. She swiftly took the receipt and shoved it behind the top of the mattress, letting it fall to the ground so he wouldn't find it. She turned back to the bag and had just managed to put the second burger onto the bed as he came out.

Amanda sighed as his hand trailed down from her chin to her shoulder, slowly pushing the strap down. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, and she willingly laid there, just wanting him to get it over with. As if someone was watching down on them, the sound of the computer ringing went off.

"Saved by the bell," he laughed, leaving Amanda on the bed as he went to the computer. Accepting the Captain's request to view him. He glanced up as Amanda slowly pushed herself back into a seated position and watched him. He looked at the camera to great Olivia. "Captain Benson, so nice of you to join."

"Carl," she said. "I'm glad to finally hear from you."

"You said you needed time," he replied. "I gave you time. How's it going by the way? My father's release?"

"We're working on it."

"A lot of red tape."

"Exactly," she responded.

"Well, Captain," he said with a smirk. "I wanted to talk to you because I've been thinking. I've had a change of heart."

"You have?" Captain Benson asked, uncertain what he meant.

"Yes. I've decided to change my mind about the trade," he responded, watching the colour drain from her face. "You know, I took your detective to help my father. He and I never really got along but family's family, so I felt I owed it to him. I didn't expect your detective and I to have such… a connection. There's such passion between, such chemistry. I'm not ready to let her go."

"Carl, don't do this-"

"I don't plan to argue. My decision is made. I-" he stopped as Amanda caught his attention as she spoke.

"Carl," she said, looking at him with large eyes. "Can I speak with her? Let me tell her the truth – that, that I don't want to leave. I want to say here with you."

"You do?"

"Yeah," Amanda replied, nodding. "The way you make me feel, I don't want to lose that. Let me tell her myself, so she won't come looking for us. Then it can just be you and me."

"You and me," he repeated. He watched as she nodded, locking eye contact. He ignored Olivia's voice as he got up and went over to Amanda. He leaned down and kissed her before he helped her up and took her to the chair in front of the laptop.

"Amanda!" Olivia exclaimed, seeing her detective appear on the screen. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Captain," she answered. Her face was serious as she stared at Olivia, her voice firm. "Carl's been taking really good care of me."

"I'm glad to hear that," Olivia replied, her face watching Amanda's.

"I wanted to tell you myself that he's taken care of me. I'm his and he wants to keep it that way," she replied, glancing up at him before she continued. "Even today, he was so kind as to walk to a restaurant to get us burgers to eat. They were even better than the ones Rebecca brought us from down the street on July 22nd. Remember?"

"Amanda-"

"Remember our friend Rebecca? She lived really close. We used to walk there."

"On July 22nd," Olivia repeated as she nodded to her.

"Exactly," Amanda nodded, praying Olivia understood what she was trying to say. She watched as Olivia glanced up from her laptop before looking back at Amanda.

"You hear that, Captain?" Carl intervened, appearing beside Amanda, resting his hand on her shoulder. "She's not going anywhere."

Amanda took a deep breath as she stared at Olivia through the screen and nodded. Her adrenaline was kicking into high gear. She had to make Carl believe she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, or she risked her life. But by doing so he no longer wanted to give her up, which meant he would be severing all ties with her team and they might never find her. She took a huge risk trying to relay that little information she had, and was so thankful he was blinded by his cockiness to piece what she had said together. She just prayed Olivia could figure out what she meant.

"Goodbye for good, Captain. Give my regards to my father," he said as he shut the laptop.

Amanda closed her eyes as she felt his hands slide from her shoulders down her chest as he stood behind her. He slipped his hands into her gown and began to caress her breasts. He leaned down and began to bite her neck. He bit her so hard she thought he'd drawn blood.

He slid his hands from her chest and turned to stand beside her. He picked her up and took her back to the bed, laying her down. Instinctively, she put her arms above her head and laid there for him. She kept her eyes closed and dropped her knees as if her body was on autopilot, knowing what was coming next. She let out a heavy breath as he pressed into her, this time taking her more aggressively as he previously had. She groaned as he held her, taking her.

"I'm yours, I'm yours," she repeated as each beat went by. With every stroke he took she felt her body pulse, until suddenly her eyes shot open, trying to stop herself from the feeling that was taking over. Her back arched and she gasped as her body seized with pleasure and she collapsed out of breath.

"That was beautifully unexpected, you came to the mere feeling of me - I didn't even have to work for that reaction," Carl smirked after he finished himself, overcome with a sense of pride. Her body had craved him, yearned for him, and took him in. He leaned closer to her ear. "You really are mine."

Amanda laid there, staring at the ceiling as he climbed off of her and headed into the washroom to freshen up. Oh god, what had happened? It all went by so fast; it was a blur. How could she let that happen? She replayed the scene in her head over and over. He didn't force her hands above her head. He hadn't forced her legs open. She had just laid there for him. She let him take her. Had he even asked her to say she was his? Or did she just say it herself? She let herself get lost in the moment, and in turn she – she couldn't even think about it. She felt sick. Previously, he'd forced her body to react that way after he got off. This time, her body betrayed her.

As she laid there on the bed, staring at the ceiling she began to feel empty, lost. She had held onto such control, such focus in an attempt to make it through this torture and suddenly she felt like she lost it. She could do nothing but let the tears stream down her face as she stared blankly into the distance.