Jacob sat arrogantly in his chair waiting for Olivia to return. He knew she
would see it his way. She had to. It was her good fortune to be with them.
Evil always triumphs over Good.
Munch and Tutuola watched him intensely.
"He's very cocky, isn't he?" Tutuola observed, annoyed.
"Yes, but he doesn't know Olivia like we do. We know she'll do the right thing," Munch said hopefully. Cragen stuck his head out of his door. They both shook their heads. He grunted and slammed the door shut.
They continued to fix there eyes on Jacob.
"That was quite a shock for all of us. I can't imagine what Olivia must be feeling," Tutuola remarked, mystified.
"Stabler will find her. He will bring her back," Munch stated firmly.
"I hope so. We can't keep this guy here forever. It's all in Olivia's hands," Tutuola muttered under his breath. Neither one of them was sure how she was going to react once she got there.
99
They heard the door open and turned around. Stabler and Benson strolled through it. Munch and Tutuola were wary, but decided not to say anything when they saw that Olivia appeared to be a bit shaken up.
"He's been waiting for me, hasn't he?" Olivia asked.
They both nodded their heads and looked in his direction. Olivia walked over to them and put her hand on Munch's shoulder. "I'm OK. You can talk to me. I won't blow up," she said kindly.
They both seemed to be relieved.
"Listen, Olivia," Munch became uncomfortable, "I feel sort of responsible for all of this. I wish I never found your father. This wouldn't have happened."
Olivia's gentle smile instantly calmed him. "This wasn't your fault—or anyone else's fault. This was destined to be. He would have still killed this girl and we would still have to work the case. In a way, it's helped me. It's given me more incentive to lock this guy up. I will always know where he is. He can't hurt anyone now that we have his son in custody. We can end the vicious cycle. It stops with us." She gazed over at Stabler and grinned.
"I hope you are right," Munch said, pleased. "I just want you to have piece of mind."
"That's what I'm about to accomplish now," she said, determined.
99
Olivia walked into the room with a new attitude. She was stronger. She knew she had her friends and her mother. He had nobody but an old, bitter man who wouldn't talk.
Jacob became alert when she entered the room. "I knew you would come back. I understand that you needed to think. It's a lot to deal with. Now, you can make some moves and get me out of here. I have lots to do but first, I will go see our father and tell him the good news," he told her happily.
She stayed standing where she was. She didn't move a muscle. "Let's get this matter solved," Olivia sighed lightly.
Jacob looked perturbed. "What are you waiting for, sis?"
"I'm waiting for your ride," Olivia said in an even way.
"I don't need a ride. I just need out of here. You're wasting precious time!" he ranted.
"You want out of here, right? These things take time. I wanted to make sure you had a ride—only the best for my little brother," she said sardonically.
He didn't detect the sarcasm in her voice. He leaned back in his chair. He felt more at ease with her soothing words. He knew deep down, she would help him. "I want to thank you for all you've done, Olivia. It took a lot of guts to go against everyone and help me."
"Don't mention it. It was nothing really." Olivia grinned sadistically. "I'm doing it for you and dad."
Jacob was elated. He had won. He won over his sister so he could do whatever he wanted. Olivia would always watch over him to make sure he would never get caught again. He was free to terrorize whomever he wanted at his father's request.
There was a light tap on the door and Olivia moved to open it. Two police officers were standing in the doorway holding handcuffs.
"Take him away. I can't stand to look at him," Olivia said, disgusted.
They moved towards Jacob and he took a step back. "What is this? What is going on?"
"It's your ride—to Riker's," Olivia responded cold-heartedly. They grabbed Jacob and slipped the cuffs over his wrists and locked them tightly.
"You were supposed to help me!" he yelled bitterly.
"Oh, but I am helping—society, that is," Olivia drawled coyly.
"You're a traitor!" Jacob charged accusingly.
Olivia stifled a laugh. "Look who's talking—a convicted killer is calling me a traitor! Did you honestly think I would help you carry out this ridiculous plan to satisfy that monster you call a father?" she inquired looking appalled. "I've spent my whole career catching guys like you. Just because my 'wonderful dad' raped someone else doesn't make us friends or family. You are nothing to me. He is nothing to me. The only person that matters is my mother. Don't you ever consider me as part of your twisted family again!
"Oh"—Olivia said indifferently as she was getting ready to walk out the door—"you do get one phone call. Don't call me or 'dad'. I can't stand talking to you and he doesn't want to talk to you from what I understand."
She paused to make sure she hit a nerve. "You've inherited his selfishness. You think of nobody but yourself. What's best for you? Well, when 'dad' gets set in his ways, he helps nobody. He just sits in that room and says nothing. He's willing to let his son take the fall. You don't have a family, Jacob. You stand alone."
She wiped her hands together as if she were wiping away Jacob's filthy existence. "Have a nice life. I won't tell dad where you are—it will break his heart," Olivia lamented snidely.
Jacob tried to resist the policemen, but they took hold of him easily and started to lead him off. He briefly halted by Olivia's side. "You will regret this, Olivia! I'll make sure you pay. You haven't won because you can't defeat me. Nobody can deny me my pleasures. I'll do whatever I have to do. I'll carry out his wishes. He will live through me! I promise you that!"
Olivia yawned and turned her back on him. Upon turning her back on him, she was able to turn her back on an ugly chapter in her life. The next chapter could only bring peace and happiness. Jacob kept the hateful gleam in his eye until the door was closed. She watched the police car speed away into the darkness.
Tutuola patted her on the back. "You did a good job in there. We are proud of you."
"I didn't know you could be so cruel," Munch pondered out loud. "You sounded like one of my ex wives conversing in there."
Everyone threw whatever they could get their hands on in his direction. He ducked to avoid being smacked by flying objects.
"This nightmare is finally over. Go home and get some much needed rest, Olivia," Cragen told her gently.
"I have an idea!" Tutuola exclaimed excitedly. "Let's go to the new Italian restaurant on the corner of Fifth and Broadway—my treat."
"Well, I'm going to have to take you up on that offer! We get to see the moths escape when you pry open your wallet," Munch said jokingly.
Tutuola acted offended. "This is coming from a guy who wears his clothes until they literally disintegrate from his body."
Everyone laughed, including Munch. He knew it was the truth. Stabler handed Benson her jacket. "Are you up for this?"
"Yes, I think so. I'm hungry and I want to be with my friends tonight." Stabler smiled and nodded contentedly. His best friend was back.
99
After hours of eating, joking, laughing and relaxing, they were driving down a deserted, street in Munch's car.
"When are you going to trade this junk heap in for something that works?" Tutuola asked pointedly.
"Hey, it gets me where I need to go," Munch snapped defensively.
"Barely," Tutuola noted. "It sounds like it's going to blow up. Does it even have an engine or do you have to peddle to get it started. Even the Flintstones had a better running car than this."
Munch waved his hand to dismiss his claims. "I'll trade it in when it dies."
"I've got news for you. It's already dead," Tutuola responded grimly.
"I can't afford a nice ride like you. All my exes have the nice cars," Munch sighed.
"Here we go again," Stabler exhaled a mouthful of air.
Olivia chuckled and gazed at the dimly lit streets. She saw a police car parked sideways on a side street. The lights were flashing but nobody appeared to be moving around the vehicle or in the near vicinity.
"Isn't that the police car that took Jacob away?" Olivia queried.
"I believe so," Munch responded. He turned around in the empty road and pulled in next to the vehicle.
An awkward stillness fell upon the group like a mist. They pulled their guns and stepped out of the car and onto the pavement. Munch and Tutuola crept over to the auto and peered inside. Benson and Stabler were peeking behind them.
One of the officers was slouched over on the seat with blood trickling from his forehead. The other officer was lying on the ground on the other side with the same head wound. Olivia ran out into the street frantically and looked in every direction. Jacob was nowhere in sight.
Munch and Tutuola watched him intensely.
"He's very cocky, isn't he?" Tutuola observed, annoyed.
"Yes, but he doesn't know Olivia like we do. We know she'll do the right thing," Munch said hopefully. Cragen stuck his head out of his door. They both shook their heads. He grunted and slammed the door shut.
They continued to fix there eyes on Jacob.
"That was quite a shock for all of us. I can't imagine what Olivia must be feeling," Tutuola remarked, mystified.
"Stabler will find her. He will bring her back," Munch stated firmly.
"I hope so. We can't keep this guy here forever. It's all in Olivia's hands," Tutuola muttered under his breath. Neither one of them was sure how she was going to react once she got there.
99
They heard the door open and turned around. Stabler and Benson strolled through it. Munch and Tutuola were wary, but decided not to say anything when they saw that Olivia appeared to be a bit shaken up.
"He's been waiting for me, hasn't he?" Olivia asked.
They both nodded their heads and looked in his direction. Olivia walked over to them and put her hand on Munch's shoulder. "I'm OK. You can talk to me. I won't blow up," she said kindly.
They both seemed to be relieved.
"Listen, Olivia," Munch became uncomfortable, "I feel sort of responsible for all of this. I wish I never found your father. This wouldn't have happened."
Olivia's gentle smile instantly calmed him. "This wasn't your fault—or anyone else's fault. This was destined to be. He would have still killed this girl and we would still have to work the case. In a way, it's helped me. It's given me more incentive to lock this guy up. I will always know where he is. He can't hurt anyone now that we have his son in custody. We can end the vicious cycle. It stops with us." She gazed over at Stabler and grinned.
"I hope you are right," Munch said, pleased. "I just want you to have piece of mind."
"That's what I'm about to accomplish now," she said, determined.
99
Olivia walked into the room with a new attitude. She was stronger. She knew she had her friends and her mother. He had nobody but an old, bitter man who wouldn't talk.
Jacob became alert when she entered the room. "I knew you would come back. I understand that you needed to think. It's a lot to deal with. Now, you can make some moves and get me out of here. I have lots to do but first, I will go see our father and tell him the good news," he told her happily.
She stayed standing where she was. She didn't move a muscle. "Let's get this matter solved," Olivia sighed lightly.
Jacob looked perturbed. "What are you waiting for, sis?"
"I'm waiting for your ride," Olivia said in an even way.
"I don't need a ride. I just need out of here. You're wasting precious time!" he ranted.
"You want out of here, right? These things take time. I wanted to make sure you had a ride—only the best for my little brother," she said sardonically.
He didn't detect the sarcasm in her voice. He leaned back in his chair. He felt more at ease with her soothing words. He knew deep down, she would help him. "I want to thank you for all you've done, Olivia. It took a lot of guts to go against everyone and help me."
"Don't mention it. It was nothing really." Olivia grinned sadistically. "I'm doing it for you and dad."
Jacob was elated. He had won. He won over his sister so he could do whatever he wanted. Olivia would always watch over him to make sure he would never get caught again. He was free to terrorize whomever he wanted at his father's request.
There was a light tap on the door and Olivia moved to open it. Two police officers were standing in the doorway holding handcuffs.
"Take him away. I can't stand to look at him," Olivia said, disgusted.
They moved towards Jacob and he took a step back. "What is this? What is going on?"
"It's your ride—to Riker's," Olivia responded cold-heartedly. They grabbed Jacob and slipped the cuffs over his wrists and locked them tightly.
"You were supposed to help me!" he yelled bitterly.
"Oh, but I am helping—society, that is," Olivia drawled coyly.
"You're a traitor!" Jacob charged accusingly.
Olivia stifled a laugh. "Look who's talking—a convicted killer is calling me a traitor! Did you honestly think I would help you carry out this ridiculous plan to satisfy that monster you call a father?" she inquired looking appalled. "I've spent my whole career catching guys like you. Just because my 'wonderful dad' raped someone else doesn't make us friends or family. You are nothing to me. He is nothing to me. The only person that matters is my mother. Don't you ever consider me as part of your twisted family again!
"Oh"—Olivia said indifferently as she was getting ready to walk out the door—"you do get one phone call. Don't call me or 'dad'. I can't stand talking to you and he doesn't want to talk to you from what I understand."
She paused to make sure she hit a nerve. "You've inherited his selfishness. You think of nobody but yourself. What's best for you? Well, when 'dad' gets set in his ways, he helps nobody. He just sits in that room and says nothing. He's willing to let his son take the fall. You don't have a family, Jacob. You stand alone."
She wiped her hands together as if she were wiping away Jacob's filthy existence. "Have a nice life. I won't tell dad where you are—it will break his heart," Olivia lamented snidely.
Jacob tried to resist the policemen, but they took hold of him easily and started to lead him off. He briefly halted by Olivia's side. "You will regret this, Olivia! I'll make sure you pay. You haven't won because you can't defeat me. Nobody can deny me my pleasures. I'll do whatever I have to do. I'll carry out his wishes. He will live through me! I promise you that!"
Olivia yawned and turned her back on him. Upon turning her back on him, she was able to turn her back on an ugly chapter in her life. The next chapter could only bring peace and happiness. Jacob kept the hateful gleam in his eye until the door was closed. She watched the police car speed away into the darkness.
Tutuola patted her on the back. "You did a good job in there. We are proud of you."
"I didn't know you could be so cruel," Munch pondered out loud. "You sounded like one of my ex wives conversing in there."
Everyone threw whatever they could get their hands on in his direction. He ducked to avoid being smacked by flying objects.
"This nightmare is finally over. Go home and get some much needed rest, Olivia," Cragen told her gently.
"I have an idea!" Tutuola exclaimed excitedly. "Let's go to the new Italian restaurant on the corner of Fifth and Broadway—my treat."
"Well, I'm going to have to take you up on that offer! We get to see the moths escape when you pry open your wallet," Munch said jokingly.
Tutuola acted offended. "This is coming from a guy who wears his clothes until they literally disintegrate from his body."
Everyone laughed, including Munch. He knew it was the truth. Stabler handed Benson her jacket. "Are you up for this?"
"Yes, I think so. I'm hungry and I want to be with my friends tonight." Stabler smiled and nodded contentedly. His best friend was back.
99
After hours of eating, joking, laughing and relaxing, they were driving down a deserted, street in Munch's car.
"When are you going to trade this junk heap in for something that works?" Tutuola asked pointedly.
"Hey, it gets me where I need to go," Munch snapped defensively.
"Barely," Tutuola noted. "It sounds like it's going to blow up. Does it even have an engine or do you have to peddle to get it started. Even the Flintstones had a better running car than this."
Munch waved his hand to dismiss his claims. "I'll trade it in when it dies."
"I've got news for you. It's already dead," Tutuola responded grimly.
"I can't afford a nice ride like you. All my exes have the nice cars," Munch sighed.
"Here we go again," Stabler exhaled a mouthful of air.
Olivia chuckled and gazed at the dimly lit streets. She saw a police car parked sideways on a side street. The lights were flashing but nobody appeared to be moving around the vehicle or in the near vicinity.
"Isn't that the police car that took Jacob away?" Olivia queried.
"I believe so," Munch responded. He turned around in the empty road and pulled in next to the vehicle.
An awkward stillness fell upon the group like a mist. They pulled their guns and stepped out of the car and onto the pavement. Munch and Tutuola crept over to the auto and peered inside. Benson and Stabler were peeking behind them.
One of the officers was slouched over on the seat with blood trickling from his forehead. The other officer was lying on the ground on the other side with the same head wound. Olivia ran out into the street frantically and looked in every direction. Jacob was nowhere in sight.