Hi, so here is another chapter for this story, I hope that you enjoy it. Again some very, very heavy stuff in this one so please keep that in mind. I predict one maybe two more chapters with the CPD/SVU squad and then we will go back to Bridget.

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER FOR SIGNIFICANT TRIGGER WARNINGS INCLUDING RAPE AND FORCIBLE DRUGGING OF A MINOR. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Disclaimer-Nothing here is mine just the character of Bridget.

Please Read and Review and let me know what you think.

And I so love writing Justin. Seriously it is a joy so he will defo be sticking around.

Stand And Unfold Yourself

Chapter 9-An Inferior Product.

Jocelyn Cerpaski get's the special treatment from SVU and CPD. George is discovered and the night Bridget disappeared is revealed to her father and her brother.

19th November 2014

Jocelyn Cerpaski was fifteen years old, in High School, in assisted living, studying to become a teacher, on birth control with a good record, sober living and was well on her way to having her crimes expunged. She was the walking definition of the perfect case file. Of the girl who had been abused overcoming her abuse and living her own life. A true phoenix rising from the flame.

But she had looked at Amanda with such a blank look on her face for one terrible moment Amanda had thought the younger girl had been struck dumb.

"Bridget Voight?"

"Yeah."

Jocelyn stared at her for a second and then—

"Fuck me Bridget Voight is still alive?"

They were sat her and Nick at the coffee table she had been studying at. Alvin Olinsky who had insisted on coming with them for CPD purposes was sat on her other side his hands clasped neatly in his lap as if this was a meeting of minds rather than three coppers trying to pull information out of a scared and traumatised ex-victim. She had refused point blank to meet them at school and had insisted that she sit with her back to the crowd and her eyes on the door. Everything about her was overly cautious and Amanda wondered briefly if girls like Jocelyn, if girls like Bridget, ever really trusted again.

"Yes" Nick said and Amanda could understand the undercurrent of emotion in his voice. They were all on this journey with the Chicago PD. They were trying to break the circle that came from the Chess and Chequers Club. The vicious circle that never stopped. The kind that took kids and then spat them out again with no thought or preparation for what was coming next.

All they needed was an in.

"We've got proof that she left a hotel room after meeting a man called Lucas Avery, now we don't know where she went after that but we do think that she's been in the same room that you have been in she just…hasn't been seen on any footage"

Jocelyn stared at her for a long second.

"She wouldn't" she said ducking her head to the ground and picking up her pencil again. "Bridget didn't do video's. She'd scream and thrash around and eventually they decided they couldn't use her until they broke her"

Amanda was suddenly very relieved that they had not come with Voight. She didn't dare want to imagine his reaction to the words, "broke her". Amanda knew after three years in SVU what that meant and she also knew what it was like to hear it. Al said nothing but she saw his hands tighten a little in their grip and she felt the sudden bizarre urge to reach out and place her hand on top of his in whatever kind of comfort she could give.

"So what did Bridget do?" Nick asked gently.

"Nothing" Jocelyn said turning back to her math problem. "That was the point. I used to…it doesn't matter. I was thrown out and she was being passed around the private members. I haven't seen her in nearly nine months."

"And do you know Lucas Avery?"

Jocelyn's hand stilled on her piece of paper.

"He was the one they gave kids to when they wanted rid"

Al raised an eyebrow but said nothing. It was a good thing that Jocelyn wasn't looking at him because with one look and some silence Amanda thought he managed to convey enough violence than most nations did with their armies.

"She killed him" he said finally and that got Jocelyn looking up and looking at him for the first time since she had seen them come in. For a second the blue eyes stared at the seasoned detective for a second and then she let out one of those smiles that Amanda thought once upon a time had been a genuine one.

"Good" she said smiling. "I…I really did think they'd broke her at the end. Fucking Bridget"

"Jocelyn" Al said and his tone was very gentle now as if he was speaking to a scared little bird about to fly off. "Did Bridget come to the Youth Centre with you"

"No…well…she came once. She came to visit me but she never got past the front door. I came down to meet her but she was gone before I arrived."

She tapped her pencil against the binder for a second and then as if the words were being forced out of her against her will she unwittingly gave them the lead they had been praying for.

"She knew him"

"Who?"

"George"

"George—the security guard"

"Yeah. She knew him from Chicago, I think he was there the night she ran away. Either way when she spoke about what had started this whole mess it was always him. Think he was the first"

For a second the three of them were stunned into silence and Jocelyn took it as her way out.

"That's it. I'm done. I don't want to help anymore. I don't want to see pictures of that room or her or anything. I've given you more than I said I would and—"

"Jocelyn if you know names of the people who did this"

"No" she snapped and their was a depth to her voice that made them all pause. "I am out of that life, I got my record expunged. I am going to be a teacher, I am going to college. I am going to have kids and a husband one day and I don't need this shit. I owe…I owe Bridget for a lot and this is my payment. So please…don't contact me again. I. Am. Done."

"Jocelyn" Al said softly. "Bridget's Dad and her brother are here and they are looking for her. They are looking for the people who did this too her. They are at the SVU precinct and any help that you could give them—"

But something in Jocelyn's eyes had gone dark. She laughed out loud and that sound, completely devoid of life made Amanda's nails dig into her trousers.

"Don't" she spat looking at Al. "Feed me that lie. I watched them do that to her over and over again until it stuck. Do not feed me the fucking Dad is out there looking for me lie. Forget my number. Forget me"

"But they are here" Nick said pushing himself to his feet as she got hers. It was the wrong thing to do because in her haste to get away from him her coffee went flying.

"No" she said pulling back a look of terror on her face and Amanda knew that they had pushed her too far. She grabbed Al by the arm and pushed him back down into his seat and she gripped Nick's shoulder to stop him from moving forwards. Blue eyes flitted from all three of them and then Jocelyn shook her head.

"Don't be cruel" she said finally. "We all know they're both dead"

And with that she was gone.

There was a shocked silence.

Then Al spoke.

"What the actual fuck?"

But Amanda was more focused on something else.

"George?"

"The security guard"

Olivia sat back on her desk and watched Amanda. Erin was sat on the couch watching. Jay was by the door. Amanda had all but ran into the squad and then the office and Nick had been behind her. Al had walked in looking like he had just escaped a bomb blast and something on his face had sent all of them Hank and Justin too into the small office.

"It makes sense" Hank said finally. "He's in a prime position to funnel kids to this group."

"Did she give you any other names?"

"No" Amanda said quietly. But Erin knew something was up. She knew it from the side eye that she and Nick through at each other but before she could ask just what Al had spoken.

"No. And we shouldn't push her unless we have too. She's one step away from not co-operating and I've got a feeling that at some point were gonna need her"

"So the security guard funnels kids from the Youth Centre to this group" Justin said putting the pieces together for them all. "And the guy you pulled out in the fire is what? Financing it?"

"Andrew Llewellyn finances the ring and George funnels the kids to the ring."

"Yeah but all from a small apartment in downtown Chicago? I mean…wouldn't something like need copious amounts of cash? I mean…wouldn't you expect someone like…I don't know…rich?"

"These guys can act deceptively rich" Jay said shaking his head. "They act like they are dirt poor and keep all their cash in off shore accounts, the kickbacks from this are probably not just pictures and if there's a kid that CPD are looking for Llewellyn can tip of George here and he can keep an eye out. And then they either funnel it back to the group who either keep the kid off air or snatch them back up again if they think said kid is gonna talk"

"Jesus" Justin said finally. And then he turned the full power of his jawline on Olivia.

"And you can't stop these groups?"

"We can take down one and close them but in the void another one takes place." She said softly. "It's like the drug war, a small spoon and a huge ocean and all we can do it try and clean up one little broken bit of the world."

"Let's pick up George"

"You might not like what he has to say" Nick warned. "He'll…if he is one of the players here, if Jocelyn is right and Bridget knew him it's not gonna be pretty"

Erin caught Justin's eye and had to look away.

She got the impression both father and son were counting on it.

Erin was in hospital, George was in lock up and Al was watching through the see through glass thingy when Justin came back in.

"Jay's with Erin, she's going back to Chicago when she's discharged to head things up over there. I don't think Dad is very impressed with New York state healthcare"

"Probably not"

"He given them anything?"

"Nothing"

"Shit"

Al shot him another look.

"You don't have to be here you know."

"What for this or here in general?"

"Both"

"Yeah I do. For both. I blamed him for a lot of it but if truth be told I was just as guilty. I could have…she was drowning and I knew it and all I cared about was getting drunk so I could chase the pain away. If I'd have been there that night instead of going to that party…a lot of things would have been different"

Al said nothing for a second and then he carried on.

"This isn't going to be pretty" he warned.

Justin nodded.

"I know that too"

It was only sheer need to find his daughter that kept him from punching this guy until his head was in pieces.

That and Olivia Benson would make good on her threat to lock him up (he knew that) and that was the last thing that he needed. He got that there was a different interrogation style to these kinds of cases and call him old fashioned but for things like this he preferred the cage.

George was stuttering his way through some sort of half-arsed explanation but Hank had, had enough. As God as his witness he had held his temper for as long as he could have but something was scratching, itching, burning under his skin and he needed to get rid of it. He knew what he was going to have to hear and as much as he wanted to run away and bury his head in the sand there was no way that he couldn't do it.

If Bridget had been brave enough to endure it then he had to be brave enough to hear it.

So ignoring Olivia's exasperated look he took the photo of Bridget from his wallet that last Christmas before he had fucked it all up (he didn't want to use the hotel one) and slid it in front of George and George torn his eyes away from the somewhat sympathetic look (though it was as false as anything) and looked at the photo.

"Her. Bridget Voight. Where's she?"

"I don't…I don't know"

"But you know her?"

"I…I see a lot of kids…I"

"No…I know you know here. We have credible witness testimony to you knowing her"

Which was not strictly true and from the eyebrow raise he got from Benson she knew that to be true as well but at this point he didn't really give a shit about promises kept in the box.

George watched him for a second and then he seemed to realise that the game was up. Best thing to do was make a deal like Benson had been telling him to do so for the last half an hour.

"I…well…she doesn't look like that anymore"

"Yes we gathered" Benson said in a terribly cold voice. "We got that from this photo" and here she slid the other one, the hotel one at him. "And this is her four years later—"

"Look…I only knew Bridget from the youth centre—"

There was a knock at the door. It was Al.

"Hank. Now."

Though he was loath to leave he did because when Al used that tone it was genuinely because he had news of significance to impart. He slipped out the interrogation room.

"What?"

Jay was by the door looking very much as if he would take Afghanistan over this and that was saying something. Justin was pressed against the wall watching with wide eyes.

"I ran his phone records. Nothing majorly out of the ordinary his finances are another story but I…I just…I ran it back four years with the dates Erin gave me and…and he placed a phone call from Chicago, from a youth centre there the night your daughter went missing, next thing we know he's out of the state and he never comes back. I've checked the number and we can't get a read on it probably because it came from a burner but…the night your daughter went missing he was in Chicago and then when she turned up in New York so did he"

"So he funnelled her from Chicago to New York" Justin said quietly. "Then why not come back? Why stay in New York?"

"Because he took a cops daughter" Jay said finally after clearly thinking about it. "You flooded the streets and the media and the intelligence over Bridget remember, and then during the trial it all went public again. He had no idea who he'd taken that night but when his bosses did they shipped him out of state so that nobody could recognise him. And it worked…I mean…we talked to him and we didn't know a thing"

"Might explain why there's no video's either" Al muttered. "They knew we'd track those"

But Hank was already through the door. Al threw himself in after him shutting it smartly on Justin. You didn't have to be a cop to know the two of them, Jay and Justin had pressed themselves to the glass of the see through mirror like kids watching a film.

"Bridget Voight was taken in Chicago on a night you were there. You were then moved out to New York. You funnelled her to those people didn't you?"

George eyed him for a second.

"Who are you?"

"DID YOU FUCKING FUNNEL HER TO NEW YORK!"

"Yes"

Breathe in. Breathe out. Find her. You need him to find her.

"Look—I didn't know she had people out there looking for her! She didn't tell me much state she was in and I…I didn't get cash for her"

"You do now"

"Yeah now but not then but—I took cash after that, cause I knew I couldn't do the other thing and I tried to tell her that when I saw her but I was told that I had to tell them if I saw a kid that we knew causing trouble and God knows she was trouble"

There was something in that garbled word dump that Hank didn't get. He tried to figure it out but his brain was running at a hundred miles an hour and he couldn't make the connection. Not without sleep and when he hadn't really slept in four years.

"So you take cash for them now…" Benson said slowly. "But back then…back with her they didn't give you cash?"

"They…they asked me what I wanted, said I could try it on a girl and see if I liked it."

His gaze swivelled to Hank and it was almost like he was begging.

"I didn't like it. So I took cash. She was the first and the last. And…and I didn't hurt her. The first time…her…I was gentle"

And suddenly Hank understood.

For a second he genuinely thought he was going to have a heart attack. Everything just seemed to stop in his world and he couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Because he knew, he knew. He had known this was coming and he had thought that he had prepared for it but there was no way a parent could prepare for this news. No amount of preparing could prepare you for this.

"When" Al said because God knows Hank couldn't open his mouth without throwing up right now.

"That night"

"So she hadn't even left Chicago then?"

"Well…I took her with me afterwards, she was pretty out of it and—"

And that was when he snapped.

He went for George's throat at the same time Al went for him and he got heard a loud bang from the mirror which if he thought about it was probably the whirling of fists from Jay and Justin but he didn't care because he had gotten his hands around George's throat and had applied just enough pressure too…

And then Al was yanking him off and Jay was there and he was being pulled backwards into a room and Justin was being shoved in with him and the door was shut.

It was the break room.

"Shit" Justin said wincing once and then breathing heavily, (in between shooting him unsure looks like he was a grenade with the pin pulled out and about to go off at any moment). "I'd forgotten Jay was ex-Army"

"Did I hell, I tried to help you. Jay got there first."

"Why are we—"

"I think it's until we calm down. Al muttered something about damage control so we can keep working this. And then he called us fucking idiots"

"Sounds like Al"

Justin sat down on the bed and groaned.

"Shit" he said again. "I don't think I've ever hated someone that much. And he's not even the guy running the show"

"Yeah" Hank said dimly. He wasn't entirely sure that he could speak right now. He couldn't trust himself to do anything right now.

"I knew it was going to be bad" Justin said finally "But I just…damn I just…I didn't think it would be this bad. I just…I didn't know what to think."

He shot Hank another look.

"Will you please say something?"

"There's got to be at least two more people running this—"

"I didn't mean about that. I meant about this. Her. You. Me. Us. This family. Dad…what's going on through your head right now? Can you even work this? Knowing what you know"

"This is nothing I didn't think was going to happen. Second I saw that picture I knew what had happened. I just…hearing it…but I'm good to do this. He just caught me on the raw"

"Will Olivia Benson let you back out?"

Hank smiled though he knew it didn't come out a smile. More like a pained grimace. God knows it felt like it.

"She doesn't have a choice" is all that he said. "Because she knows damn well that I'm gonna see this through"

"Okay" Justin said slowly as if he was thinking about each and every word that was coming out of his mouth.

"Okay but…but how does finding these people help us find Bridget. I get shutting the ring down Dad I really, really do but I just wondering…how does it get her back?"

"Your sister…she's gonna be hurt" his Dad said turning around and Justin knew that it was because he didn't want to show his face.

"Dad I know that, I think we all just heard—"

"No I don't mean that. I mean…yeah but not just that, I mean…I mean she's gonna be hurt. She battered…and Justin she battered a man to death and she's running scared and hurt. She's out there all alone and I don't…I don't…finding her is gonna be the easy thing do you get that? Because I don't have a fucking clue what I am supposed to do when we find her"

Justin said nothing for a second.

"But how?"

"I don't know. This Jocelyn girl might know more but I don't want to push…right now Al thinks if we do that then we might push her too hard. You gotta walk a very thin line with cases such as these."

Justin nodded again though his Dad wasn't looking at him.

"Dad…we are checking hospitals if she turns up there isn't she?"

"Yeah"

Justin breathed in and out feeling winded. He wanted to ask if they were checking morgues but he didn't think that he could stand to put more pain on his father's shoulders right now.

"I'm sorry" he said finally.

"For?"

"For saying this was your fault. It's not."

His Dad gave a long sigh. His back was still to Justin so that he couldn't see his face.

"No Justin" he said quietly. "This is exactly my fault. You're not a parent yet. You don't understand"

"Ah…yeah…bout that Dad…there's something I gotta tell you—"

There was a knock at the door and he scrubbed a hand over his face feeling slightly relieved. He didn't know if his Dad could take more right now.

It was Jay Halstead bruise on his chin.

"Sarge?"

"What?"

"We…er…we got another video"

His Dad turned around. "Bridget?"

"No. A boy. Henry. He…he's eleven"

Christ he was going to be sick.

"Never ends" was all he said. "It never fucking ends"

And then he was gone and Justin was sat on the bed.

"You need a minute?"

"No" he said getting to his feet and picking up his jacket.

Jay nodded and he nodded back and the punches they had thrown minutes beforehand had faded from memory.

"I'm gonna grab him some coffee" he muttered to Al who nodded her eyes on his father.

He threw his jacket on and he stepped out into the cold air and breathed in and breathed out his eyes closed.

And that was when he realised someone was watching him.

He looked down the stairs to the girl who was dithering, staring at him and for a second he thought it was his sister.

But it wasn't his sister. It was never his sister.

It was another girl, her hair tied back into a ponytail and her fringe perfectly straight. Her jacket was thin and she was clutching books to her chest as if they would protect her from all the pain in the world and she was watching him as if she knew him and he realised that it was the same for him.

He knew who this was.

"Jocelyn?"

She started a little moving backwards into the sidewalk and Justin hurried down the stairs two at a time. She started backwards again looking terrified and he shoved his hands up like he had been trained to do to show that he meant no harm.

"Hey it's…my name is Justin Voight. I'm Bridget's brother. I'm not…I'm not gonna hurt you. I just…I just wanna talk about my sister"

Blue eyes met his and then looked away. Justin worried his bottom lip for a second.

"Look I was gonna go and get coffee" he said. "You wanna come with? I'll let you walk ahead, you can pick the table and…and we can just talk okay. Promise…you can get up and walk away whenever you want and—"

"Your Dad…he's here?"

"Yes…yeah he's upstairs and I can go and get him if you want…it can just be us and…and we can just talk…please…I just wanna talk"

She eyed him for another long second and then she seemed to make her mind up about something.

"This is how this is gonna work" she said quietly. "You are gonna walk in front of me so I can see you at all times. And when we find a table at that coffee shop I am gonna buy my own cup and I am gonna sit with my eyes on the door. And…and then you can text your Dad. But only your Dad. I don't want any cops, not from Chicago, not from New York. He comes alone and when I get up and leave you don't follow me…I…if I decided after this I am done you don't come looking for me. Not you. Not your Dad. Nobody. And I will not under any circumstances testify in any case whatsoever. You're not talking to a fourteen year old prostitute anymore, you're talking to someone whose gonna be a teacher one day. Can you understand that? Can you do that for me?"

There was a loading promise in there that he wasn't sure he could keep but he nodded anyway. To be honest she could have asked him to go to hell and back and he probably would have found a way to do it.

One rule of interrogation, don't promise anything that you can't keep.

Good thing he never wanted to be a cop.

She watched him for a second and then nodded and Justin turned achingly slowly, very aware that she could run away at any given moment and he began to walk. He had walked once with a gun to the small of his back and it felt like that now only worse.

But she walked with him, a little bit behind him and a little bit ahead so he could see her out of the corner of her eye and so they walked together her and him and the ghost of the girl they had both known somewhere between them just waiting to be resurrected.

And there you go, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will do my best to bring you the next one sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Justin, Jocelyn and Hank talk as more on Bridget is revealed.