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When Nick and Olivia returned to the squad room, they were both beyond frustrated in their own separate ways. As Nick took the security footage from the sidewalk by the florists office, and the adjacent subway station, his movements were angry. While Fin, Amanda, and Nick dissected the footage in trying to find the one who got away, Olivia was sitting down in her chair. Hitting her fist on the desk side, she rattled the empty coffee cup from hours before when they had left to question Mr. and Mrs. DeWard, and that just drove her anger level through the roof; however, she didn't show it though as she would have liked. The cup to her just proved that they weren't doing their job correctly, because the girl was still missing, they had no leads, and there suspects weren't talking.
With just the bit of information about Irina and Rose, it was times like this that Olivia felt like she was helpless and she didn't like it one bit. So instead of screaming at herself inside her head about the case which is what she would have liked to do, she pulled Irina's case file from the stack of unfinished paperwork on her desk and began to read with gusto. She would leave when Cragen told her to, but until then she was determined to find something new in the case and save the blond haired girl.
Amanda and Fin hadn't found anything either. No one was home, and none of the neighbors were talking, even when faced with obstruction of justice. They all said the man, who went by the name of John was a quiet, well-mannered neighbor, but that was all, and that was frustrating to the detectives. The supervisor was just as shady. 'John' paid him under the table, and he paid him three thousand over the required monthly payment two months in advance to stay anonymous. He saw nothing wrong, because no one ever complained or new about the deal so it seemed completely fine with him. Munch and Fin were watching the various grainy security videos. Amanda was rereading Rose's case file, hoping to find something the other detectives had not, but so far she hadn't found anything.
Several hours later Cragen decided to send the detectives home. After several days, off and on in the cribs, he knew that they would benefit from a night's sleep in their own home, and he also knew they wouldn't leave unless ordered. "Rollins, Benson, Amaro, get out of here and no protesting" he said, as Olivia opened her mouth to protest, "You know this is better than the cribs, and fresh eyes never hurt anyone." Watching the detectives gather their things in silence, he headed back to his office and closed the door. This case was getting to all of them, and once again the sober Captain wished he could have a drink, but he feared he wouldn't be able to stop once he started.
"Night Amaro, Rollins" Olivia called as she headed one way, as Amanda and Nick echoes their goodbyes and went the other. It was a cool night, and the wind was blowing ever so slightly, which rustled Olivia's hair as she walked down the mostly deserted sidewalk.
She breathed in the cool air with a sigh, this was the weather she adored. Honestly even though this case had integrated itself into her thoughts, and her every waking moment, she was glad to be going home for the night. The cribs as convenient as they were, were lumpy, bumpy, and uncomfortable to say the least. Walking slowly past the grocery store close to her apartment, she thought about buying some groceries for her empty fridge, but decided to save that for another time. Right now all she needed was to sleep, sleep and forget the case before her. She often liked the long nights at work, the job was really all she had but sometimes she wished she had more time to herself. A boyfriend, or maybe a pet.
Nearing her apartment building, her phone lit up, and as she looked down she say a familiar number light up the screen. "Why would Amanda be calling me now?" she wondered aloud, climbing the stairs as she answered the phone with a "Hello." What she heard caused her to stop, dead cold in her tracks.
With what happened in Atlanta, and not to mention her crazy sister who had close to no boundaries or morals of good and evil while growing up, Amanda Rollins had been in her fair share of questionable situations, but nothing could ever prepare her for what she found in her home, on this cold, windy night.
After the subway ride, and the few stairs she had to climb, she realized how tired she actually was. As her keys jingled while turning them in the doorknob, the door finally opened and she was glad to be home. To sleep in her bed for just a night, maybe have some hot chocolate beforehand. At least with all the extra work she hadn't thought about gambling, that was really all she could say for the detectives inability to find this man.
Setting her bag down, and putting her keys in the dish beside the door, she stretched her arms and locked the door being her. Turning around to face her apartment with a smile, she felt a sense of uneasiness, and a sharp pain in the back of her head. "Hey" she said as she felt herself become drowsy, and a pair of hands grab her wrists, "Whaaa..." She felt herself falling forward, and just before she fell unconscious she reached out, felt something soft and pulled until she fell out of consciousness and became completely unaware of her surroundings.
The man watched her fall, the little bitch had pulled out is hair so he gave her a good kick in retaliation, he would be gentle all in good time, but for now he had a lovely brown-haired mistress to catch.