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Elliot pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in and out sharply.
"How did you find her?" he asked unsteadily.
Olivia answered carefully, wanting to be honest but not overly detailed for his sake.
"She walked into a hospital off the street wearing nothing but an adult-sized shirt," she replied. "They suspected she had been raped and the rape kit confirmed it. But she didn't say anything except that she had run away from some men."
She hesitated. He looked at her warily and she reluctantly went on.
"We tested the shirt she was wearing for DNA," she said. "It was a match to the fingerprints you have stored in the NYPD employee database. We asked her if she recognized you and she told us that you were with her in a basement."
He ran a hand over his face. He looked nervous.
"Is that all she told you?" he asked.
"So far," she answered. "We've been trying to get more out of her, but she seems too scared to talk."
He turned away to look over the railing.
Her phone rang from inside. She squeezed his shoulder and went to answer it.
A headache was blossoming insistently from behind his eyes. He closed his eyes painfully and palmed his forehead.
He was probably getting a migraine to add to the misery. Perfect.
It took her a few minutes to return.
"Liv," he said tiredly, hearing her stepping back out. He turned. "Do you have any-?"
He broke off. She wore an expression of dread that he immediately didn't like.
"What's wrong?" he asked apprehensively
Olivia sighed softly, hating what she was about to say because she knew it was going to upset him more. But she had to tell him the truth.
"The little girl," she said quietly. "The one I just told you about?" She blew out a breath. "She killed herself this morning."
She watched the blood drain from his face and shook her head helplessly.
The dormitory used by the female wards of the Department of Child and Family Services had been sectioned off with crime scene tape and the medical examiner was on scene along with homicide detectives when Fin and Rollins arrived.
Amanda inhaled gamely when she saw the small covered body on the ground next to a set of bunk beds.
Fin stepped up to one of the homicide detectives.
"What happened?" he asked.
The detective looked at them.
"One of the social workers found her early this morning," he said, gesturing to the body. "Kid wrapped one end of the sheet around her neck and tightened the other end over the bunk railing until all she had to do was lean backwards enough to cut off her air supply."
"Which social worker was it?" Amanda asked.
The detective pointed to a middle-aged woman across the room who was talking to another officer. The woman looked shaken as they came near.
"I'm Sergeant Tutuola," Fin said. He gestured to Amanda. "This is Detective Rollins. Special Victims."
She nodded, looking shaken.
"Denise Morgan," she replied hoarsely.
Amanda looked at the social worker sympathetically.
"How are you holding up?" she asked.
The woman looked surprised by the question, as if no one had ever asked that.
"I'm alright, I guess," she said. "It's just...hard to see. She was so young, you know?"
"Were you close with her?" Fin asked.
The social worker looked remorseful.
"Not as close as I wish I could be," she replied. "We've got such an overload of cases...I was transferred here from Brooklyn not long after she got here. She was quiet. I met with her a few times but couldn't seem to build a rapport with her. They told me when I came on that she was most likely a runaway from the foster care system and that she had been rescued from sex traffickers, but I never was able to get her to open up about it."
Fin nodded grimly.
"Our squad has been investigating," he said. "She...wasn't the only one that we know of."
Denise Morgan shook her head.
"The poor child must have been through some real hell," she said quietly. "I've never seen a suicide this young."
She gazed sorrowfully toward where the medical examiner was lifting the body into a bag.
"I hope you find who did it," she went on.
Fin watched the body bag as it was wheeled from the room.
"Yeah," he said heavily. "So do we."
"What was her name?"
Olivia froze as she was reaching for a box of pancake mix in the cabinet.
Elliot had seemed to mentally check out after she had told him the news about the girl's suicide. He had gone inside, went to the couch like he was in a fog, and had been sitting there not saying a word for going on fifteen minutes.
She had offered to make breakfast but he hadn't answered or even really seemed to see her. So she had given him space and decided to start the pancakes that Noah always asked for when he woke up on Saturdays.
When she turned to look at him after hearing him suddenly speak, she saw him staring at her in anguish.
She bit her lip and stopped what she was doing. She slowly walked over to him, gazing at him painfully.
"Melissa," she replied softly. "Her name was Melissa."
She could hear his breath trembling and he swallowed several times. He seemed to be looking through her.
"I never...was able to talk to her," he finally said. "To any of the kids. They kept my mouth taped shut the entire time, except when they were giving me drugs."
He was visibly struggling with his thoughts. Olivia carefully lowered herself next to him, afraid to say something that would make him retreat.
It took him a few moments to start talking again. When he did, he didn't look at her.
"I've been...in plenty of sticky spots before," he went on thickly. "And at first, I just thought...I'll get through it. It's just zip ties and a gag. It's uncomfortable as hell, but I can get through it."
She watched a haunted look came over his face.
"But then...they took my clothes," he choked. "And that moment, that second, was when I suddenly realized that I was in deep trouble."
He sucked in a breath, shaking his head slightly.
"I thought I knew what fear felt like before, but this was...another level," he went on shakily. "Literally, every minute, you have no idea what's going to happen next. One of them will come in and no one will know his mood. Will I set him off if I move? Will he hit one of us? Is he there to give us water or-"
His voice cracked but the words were tumbling out.
"Is he going to climb on top of me?" he whispered.
He squeezed his eyes closed in shame, and she wanted to kill someone more in that moment than she ever had in her life.
"Men would come in and choose a child they wanted and then be charged a certain amount depending on what they wanted to...do with them," he choked. "Usually they would take them somewhere, but not always. A few times, they put the kids next to me on the bed I was on and made me watch. If they saw me not looking, they would beat up the kid, too."
Tears began sliding slowly down his face. Olivia had to breathe silently to keep her emotions from bursting out.
"Then they started wanting turns...with me," he said weakly. "I was so drugged up that I didn't even realize what was going on until...it was already happening."
His voice broke.
"Sometimes...they would pay to watch me take the kids. "
Olivia felt her heart skip.
"I didn't know what to do," he breathed in anguish. "I knew if I didn't...we were both going to get shot, but there was no way that I could have-"
He could barely get the words out. "I still had to...to hold them down so no one would be able to see I was only faking it. I tried to...to let the kids know that I was only pretending and I wasn't going to hurt them, but most of the time they were...too afraid to understand-"
He tried to cover his face before the sobs came out but ended up erupting into a weeping mess and couldn't do anything about it.
Olivia scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him. Tears burned in her own eyes when he suddenly dropped his face into her shoulder as if too spent with the effort of trying to keep it up any longer.
She suddenly understood what he had been so afraid of.
"That's what you meant when you said I would have to arrest you," she murmured in horror. It made her sick to her stomach to think about him carrying that thought around. "You think you played a part in assaulting those kids."
"I didn't want to do it," he whispered in agony, voice strained. "I just...wanted us both to live."
His words sent a jolt through her. She closed her eyes against the side of his head briefly, rubbing his back sadly.
"Listen to me," she said softly. "You didn't have a choice, Elliot. Not in any of this. They terrorized you. You didn't have a choice. No one will think otherwise, I can promise you that."
Elliot breathed shakily against her and then slowly pulled back to look at her.
"I don't know this Murphy guy, Olivia," he said, shaking his head. "For all I know, he's working with the same U.S. Marshal who wants to kill us all and will show up here with him."
He wasn't even attempting to hide his fear by that point and it made her heart hurt.
Olivia reached out and gently squeezed near his shoulder, trying to refocus him. It seemed to have the opposite effect. His muscles were as tight as drum strings under her hand.
"You said you still trusted me, partner," she said seriously.
She searched his face. He tried to duck his head and not let her look at him but she just followed him with her own gaze until he had to hesitantly glance at her.
"Give me some credit, Elliot," she said softly. "You really believe that I would let someone in here if I thought he might want to hurt you?"
Her words made his brow furrow with torment. She slowly began kneading the tension that she felt in his neck, trying to make him understand she wasn't trying to trap him.
"Don't worry about trusting Murphy," she went on softly. "I won't even ask you to. All you have to do is trust me." She squeezed briefly. "We can put a stop to this. Just trust me."
Elliot inhaled and she could hear his trembling breath.
But he nodded anyway.
Elliot made an effort to stay in the room when Noah woke up. He even sat at the breakfast table with them, although he didn't eat anything. As much as she wished he would, because seeing him so thin was still painful even if she was getting used to it, Olivia was proud of him.
Noah shoveled in huge mouthfuls of sticky chocolate chip pancake, chattering away to Elliot like they were old buddies. She painfully watched Elliot try to pay attention and tried to divert her son's attention.
He swallowed hard, looking away as Olivia began asking Noah about something pertaining to his school. But Noah smiled and just kept talking to him.
"Do you like chocolate chip pancakes?" the boy asked, taking another bite. "They're my favorite."
Elliot managed a weak half-smile. Olivia realized that his hands had clenched nervously in his lap and could tell he was having a harder time being physically close to Noah than he was letting on.
She was about to casually ask if he wanted to go take a shower and give him an excuse to leave the room when her phone rang. She glanced at Elliot apologetically and got up.
Noah looked at Elliot.
"Does Eli like pancakes?" he asked.
Elliot's face went pale and he suddenly felt like he couldn't catch his breath.
"Benson," Olivia answered as she picked up the phone from the kitchen counter.
"It's Murphy." His tone was no-nonsense. "I just landed. Text me your address."
"Ok," she replied.
She swallowed hard.
"Hey-Murphy," she said quickly, sensing he was about to hang up. He waited for her to continue silently. "Listen...I-I need you to..."
She paused, unsure of how to put into words what she was wanting to say.
"What?" he prompted after a minute.
Olivia shook her head lightly.
"Go easy with him," she finally said softly. "He's scared and he doesn't trust you. Please. I'm asking as a personal favor."
Then her voice became quietly firm.
"You need to know, Murphy...I sincerely hope it doesn't, but if it comes down to protecting my friend or pushing to solve this-" She spoke without hesitation. "He comes first. We clear on that?"
He didn't answer for a minute.
"Crystal clear, Captain," Murphy replied. His voice softened. "But it won't come to that, Olivia. Believe me."
She cleared her throat.
"Thank you," she said. "I'll send you the address now."
She hung up, fired off the text, and then made another quick call. Despite his assurance, she wasn't sure what the visit from Murphy might bring and thought it might be best if her son was absent during it. She spoke to the mother of one of Noah's friends, saying she had been called in to work for an emergency.
Then she put on the best attempt at calm as she could and went back to the table.
She noticed that Elliot suddenly looked a bit wan, like he was sick to his stomach, and gave him a concerned glance. He didn't meet her eyes.
"Hey, Noah," she said, hoping she sounded bright. "Honey, I forgot to tell you. Jake's mom called and invited you to go to the movies with them. They'll be here soon...how about you go get dressed?"
Noah's eyes lit up and he immediately went to change.
She looked at Elliot again.
"You feeling alright?" she asked.
He just nodded without looking at her and she knew something wasn't right, but he didn't seem like he would be receptive to her asking about it. She glanced over to be certain Noah was out of earshot.
"Murphy is on his way," she told him quietly.
Elliot took a breath and nodded silently again.
"Hey, Mom? Have you seen my shoes?"
Noah called to her from his room. The minute she got up to go help him, Elliot practically bolted from the table and disappeared into her bathroom.
She heard him vomiting a moment later and her stomach plummeted.
He didn't come out before Noah left. She sent her son off with a kiss and a huge "thank you" to the other mom. Then she walked slowly to her room and stood by the closed bathroom door.
She heard nothing but silence.
"Elliot," she called out softly. "Is it alright to come in?"
There was no reply. She slowly turned the knob and found it unlocked.
She pushed it open and saw Elliot sitting on the edge of the tub, shaking so much that his feet wouldn't stay firmly on the floor.
There was no need to ask. He was terrified.
"I just need a minute," he said shakily. He swallowed. "I'm fine. I'm okay."
She couldn't tell who he was trying harder to convince.
There was a knock on the door. He didn't make it obvious, but Olivia saw him look like he was bracing himself.
She moved closer so she was slightly in front of him and squeezed his shoulder gently
"It's going to be okay," she murmured. He looked up at her uncertainly and she nodded. "If you decide you want him to leave, I'll ask him to leave. Promise."
She turned and went to answer the door. Elliot forced himself to stand on shaky legs and follow her.
He hesitated next to the kitchen when he heard the door open. In a split-second reflex, he shot toward a drawer and grabbed a knife, stuffing it in his waistband fast.
Olivia opened the door to reveal Lieutenant Murphy, standing with a shoulder briefcase over one arm, a paper bag hooked over the other, and a takeout container holding three coffee cups in his hand.
Elliot stood warily off to the side as Olivia opened the door to allow Murphy inside. He was holding bags and coffee, which she took from him in order to free up his hands.
He wasn't expecting the man to turn and look directly at him before even greeting Olivia. Elliot raked him over intensely with his eyes, defensively gauging him, and Murphy held his gaze without flinching.
Olivia looked at them both hesitantly. They almost seemed to be in a stare down.
"Declan Murphy," the lieutenant said after a moment, nodding slightly.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Elliot Stabler," he eventually replied.
Murphy nodded again, in a manner that was slightly friendly without being patronizing, and then included Olivia. He spoke in a way that made it seem like he was a man used to being in charge but never tried to advertise it publicly.
"Hope you don't mind," he said, setting the paper bag on the counter. "I hate eating during flights. Some of that stuff could give the worst 'box nasties' I ever had a run for their money."
Elliot blinked in sudden surprise at hearing Murphy referring to the slang term for in-flight meals given to military members during training. Murphy glanced at him again and give him a commiserating look.
"I'd eat 'Ranger Pudding' off a drill sergeant's ass before I would touch one of those again, am I right?"
Olivia looked at Murphy like he was nuts as she lifted bagels out of the bag he had brought.
But then she noticed Elliot suddenly had a sort of half-grin on his face, the closest thing to a smile that she had seen from him since seeing him again after all this time, and it thrilled her so much that she actually stopped mid-stride for a moment.
"I never could touch coffee creamer again after four straight months of that stuff," he said after a brief pause.
Murphy gave him a slight grin.
"Desert Storm?'" he asked.
Olivia watched Elliot incline his head ever-so-slightly in acknowledgement.
"Private First Class," he replied. "2nd Marine Division."
Murphy gave a nod.
"Lance Corporal, 2nd Armored Division," he told him.
He took one of the coffees and held it out toward Elliot as if they were old friends instead of strangers who had just met.
Olivia hid her broad smile by tipping her face down when Elliot slowly reached out and accepted it.
She was grateful to Murphy for seeming to know how to make Elliot less nervous without making it into a big deal, but even more so when she watched her former partner devour three bagels after continually insisting to her that he wasn't hungry. He seemed surprised himself when he finished.
Murphy wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Can we look at this in the living room?" he asked, indicating the shoulder bag. "I need to set up my laptop."
Almost right away, she noticed Elliot tense up. She inhaled slowly.
"Sure," she answered.
Murphy got up and grabbed the bag.
Olivia reached over and gently covered Elliot's hand with hers for a minute, knowing nothing she could say would make it any easier. He looked at her dreadfully as she stood and then reluctantly followed her into the living room.
Murphy had plugged in his computer and was spreading file folders around the coffee table. He sat on the end of the couch that enabled him to access the laptop and entered the password.
Olivia sat on the other end, leaving the armchair for Elliot. He sat down stiffly, already feeling his stomach twisting into knots.
The lieutenant looked over at Olivia and then at him. Murphy switched his gaze to both of them as he began but seemed to be speaking specifically to Elliot.
"A little background first," he said. "I'm Declan Murphy. I've been a lieutenant with Manhattan Vice since 2011, which is when I was pulled to join a federal operation that was involved in sex trafficking organizations on the east coast. I first crossed paths with SVU in 2014 when I was working inside an illegal gambling station and a detective got into some trouble."
He glanced at Olivia and saw by her expression that further elaboration wasn't appropriate just then. He smoothly continued.
"When Benson called last week, I was in Italy, which is where I've been since 2015," he went on. "I infiltrated a sex trafficking ring in Naples and have been gathering evidence ever since pertaining to digital exploitation of minors for sexual purposes."
Elliot just looked at him like he didn't get the point. Murphy began opening one of the folders.
"The reason I became involved when Benson called me last week is because of that operation," he continued. "It was set up because federal agencies were learning of dirty agents within the ranks that have been tipping off sex traffickers to avoid arrest in exchange for a share of the profits made from them, mainly illegal drugs."
He stared at Elliot seriously.
"She told me you believe that a U.S. Marshal is trying to find you," he said. "Is that right?"
Olivia watched Elliot look at Murphy like he couldn't tell if he was legitimate. He seemed to hesitate before replying.
"Yes," he finally said.
Murphy held his gaze firmly.
"Why do you think that?"
Elliot was surprised that Murphy didn't seem to have a trace of skepticism in his voice when he asked that.
He seemed to struggle with what to say, as if he didn't know how to put his thoughts into words, and looked at Olivia a bit desperately like he was wanting her to help. She immediately spoke.
"He's having a bit of trouble remembering things," she told Murphy.
Murphy looked at him. He swallowed, looking uncomfortable.
"They gave me a lot of drugs," he said uncomfortably. "I guess it...messed with my head."
The other man nodded as if it was no big deal and Olivia secretly appreciated it.
"Let me see if I can help," he said. "Do you know what 'Operation Rubicon' is?"
Elliot had a flash of what looked like shock on his face, as if the words had jolted in his brain for a minute, and then appeared upset that he couldn't make them stick.
Murphy took out a sheet of paper from the folder and handed it to him.
"It was an undercover operation involving the FBI, the U.S Marshals, and SVU that took place back in 2011," he said. "This is a copy of the Memorandum of Understanding between all three agencies, which you signed indicating your participation." He looked at Olivia. "So you're aware, Benson has also seen everything I'm about to show you."
Elliot didn't reply, seeming not to even be listening as he looked over the paper. His brow was furrowed.
"I...do remember this," he finally said. "Kind of." He glanced up at Murphy. "My captain came to my house to have me sign it."
"Captain Cragen?" Murphy asked.
He nodded.
"Do you remember what the assignment was?"
Elliot looked uncertain. He ended up just shrugging.
"It was an attempt to infiltrate a sex trafficking organization in California," Murphy said, "being run by a group of family members named-"
"Hernandez," Elliot interrupted suddenly.
He looked astonished, like he couldn't believe he had even forgotten in the first place.
Murphy silently handed him a second paper.
"Are these them?" he asked.
Elliot looked at it and saw photos of five Hispanic men.
He recognized them immediately.
"Yes," he replied.
He inhaled slowly and tried to keep his composure. Seeing their faces again set off a flood of dread inside of him.
"Ok," Murphy said, nodding.
He paused.
"The federal operation I mentioned being part of earlier included the one you were part of," he said. "We were trying to identify compromised federal agents who were buying drugs from the Hernandez family for their own recreational use and helping them evade law enforcement who were trying to rescue the victims.
How many of these men do you recall seeing? Can you remember?" Murphy asked.
"All of them," he replied immediately.
"It would help if you identified them by name," the other man pressed.
Olivia glanced at the lieutenant warningly but Elliot didn't notice.
He reluctantly looked at the photos again.
"Raul," he said, pointing to the first. "And I think-" He indicated the second. "This one might be...Jose." He reconsidered. "Or maybe Jorge."
He looked back at Murphy in embarrassment.
"Sorry," he muttered. "Raul is the only name I'm positive about."
Murphy shook his head. "That's alright," he said. "You're sure it was these men?"
He nodded.
"Raul Hernandez was in contact with someone from NYPD and the U.S. Marshals prior to the start of 'Operation Rubicon,'" he told Elliot. "They sent a series of emails back and forth between April and May 2011 outlining a plan to recruit someone from NYPD to join the operation in order to distract the agencies from their illegal activities."
Murphy looked regretful. "It appears that someone was you."
Elliot looked astonished as he handed over a copy of the email exchanges.
"They set me up?" he said weakly. He noticed the name at the top of one of the emails and his eyes flew wide, darting to Olivia. "The Chief set me up?"
She looked at him painfully.
"Seems that way," she said.
He looked at her, horrified.
"Was-"
He almost choked on the words.
"Was Cragen in on it, too?" he finally managed to say.
He couldn't even think about it. Olivia looked almost ill, like it hadn't even occurred to her.
Murphy regarded both of them sympathetically for a minute.
"Do you want me to find out?" he asked.
She locked eyes with Elliot, watching a gutted look cross his face at the thought of being betrayed in that way by their former boss. She had to grit her teeth to control her sudden fury.
"I'll take care of it," she said.
She looked at Elliot, silently asking him how he felt about it, and after a minute, he nodded slightly. Then he abruptly put head in his hands and took some breaths.
Olivia looked alarmed.
"Let's take a break," she said quickly.
Murphy nodded quickly but Elliot spoke up, his voice muffled.
"No," he said. "I'm fine." He lifted his head. "It's fine."
She didn't seem convinced, but didn't comment.
"I understand this might be difficult for you," he warned. "And I'm sorry to have to do bring it up. But I need to ask you about your interactions with the Hernandez family while you were undercover."
Elliot took a breath and went silent. Olivia glanced at Murphy worriedly.
He spoke quietly and wouldn't meet their eyes.
"I don't...really remember much from the assignment itself," he said.
Murphy tilted his head encouragingly.
"That's alright," he said. "Anything you can think of right now is fine. We can work out specifics later. Just tell me whatever comes to your mind."
Elliot looked awkwardly at the ground and Olivia could see the stiffness that had taken over his shoulders.
"They tied me up and kept me with the kids that they were selling for sex," he said. "And fed me drugs daily to be sure I couldn't fight back or interfere."
"How long were you there?" Murphy asked. "Do you know?"
He shrugged helplessly.
"They moved us around to different places," he said. "I couldn't really keep track of time."
He suddenly paused and Olivia saw him struggling like he was trying not to cry.
"But I know it was a long time," he went on. "Because I barely recognized my daughters when I saw them. They looked much older than I had remembered them."
She ached inside, seeing his face tip down toward the floor and a wet drop slide onto the floor.
Murphy winced.
"Your daughters were there with you?" he asked. This was new information to him. "Were they trafficking victims?"
Elliot shook his head mutely.
"The U.S. Marshal went and found them as payback," he murmured almost inaudibly. "Someone caught one of the kids reaching to take the take the tape off of my mouth and they thought I had gotten him to do it."
He looked suddenly panicked, like someone caught breaking a rule, and Olivia was horrified. "I didn't. I still have no idea how that boy even managed to get close enough to me."
Murphy proceeded with caution.
"What happened to them?"
He swallowed hard.
"Raul Hernandez shot them," he whispered.
He inhaled tearfully, trying to keep his composure. Olivia bit her lip, wanting to get up and go to him, but not sure if he would welcome it
"You're certain it was Raul Hernandez," Murphy said quietly, not quite making it a question.
Elliot nodded silently.
"And you don't remember who the U.S. Marshal was?" the other man went on.
He shook his head quickly.
"How many times did you see him?"
"Before they would move us," he replied. "He usually came and told them that agents were close by."
Murphy thought a minute.
"Do you think you would recognize him if you saw his photo?" he asked.
Elliot looked at him.
"Maybe," he said.
Murphy took three sheets of paper out and slowly handed them over.
"These are all photos of FBI agents and U.S. Marshals that we suspect to have been taking part in various illegal activities," he said. "Can you tell me if you saw any of them at any point?"
Elliot took a resigned breath and began scanning over them.
Murphy looked over at Olivia. She looked hopeful, but also worried. He gave her an empathetic look.
Elliot was on the second page when he abruptly froze. Olivia immediately noticed his hand clench around the paper and looked at him, drawing Murphy's attention as well.
Elliot looked up at Murphy with raw, frenzied eyes. It was disconcerting to see such naked fear suddenly on his face.
"What did you just say?" he asked. "These...these are all cops?" He sounded almost shrill. "Are you sure?"
"Federal agents," Murphy confirmed. "Yes."
Olivia was looking at him in horror. Elliot had given up all pretenses of control and was shaking. He was almost crying.
"What's wrong?" she asked immediately. "You see him?"
Elliot could barely keep looking at the photo of the red-haired man.
"No," he choked. " Not the U.S. Marshal-"
He started sobbing suddenly and couldn't stop. Olivia got up fast, moving over to crouch in front of him.
"Hey," she murmured, taking his hands. He squeezed back hard like he was using her to ground himself. "Hey, talk to me, Elliot. Talk to me." He just shook his head. "Do you want Murphy to leave?"
He nodded, unable to speak. Olivia looked over at the lieutenant.
"I'm sorry," she said, not moving. "Can you give us a minute?"
Murphy stood up immediately.
"Of course," he said. "Sure."
He quickly moved toward the kitchen. Olivia got up slightly and pulled Elliot into an embrace.
"It's alright," she soothed. "Just breathe. You're ok now. Everything's ok."
She waited for him to calm down slightly. He shook his head, looking bewildered and shocked.
"That can't be true," he said weakly. "He can't be a cop."
Olivia looked at him worriedly.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Who did you see?"
His face was twisted in agony.
"He was one of the ones who...paid for a turn with me," he choked out. "He was one of the ones who-who raped me."