Detective Munch leaned against the brick walled arms folded. A morbid grin crossed his face.

"Fin, is that your man?" He asked nodding off in the distance.

"I told you'd he'd come. Stay back…your acting too much like a cop." Fin half jogged to go meet up with the dealer.

After a few hours of asking around, not too politely, Munch and Fin had found what they were looking for. A teenage girl peddling on the street, picking up money here and there for various dealers, had been coming in and out of the picture for a few months. She didn't talk much, but she didn't need to. She spoke big, and she didn't get pushed around. Her most defining characteristic was explained as her big shining green eyes. They knew right away they had the right girl. Now Fin was trying to get his man to get a hold of her. And Finn could be pretty persuasive.

"Look…you owe me. Where is she?" Finn growled as he cornered the burnout.

"Yeah…but I aint a rat, you know that."

"I'm giving you one more chance. This girl is like family to me, and no one messes with my family. Call her, tell her to get her ass over here."

The whining of her cell phone not-so gently awoke Hope. She rubbed her eyes, not surprised to find her face wet with tears. She steadied her voice and answered.

"Hey…yeah…twenty minutes…I got it…wait up a sec, can I get a fix with you…good…okay…peace"

She looked at her reflection in the cracked mirror the cheap hotel. She felt so small, so lonely. She never showed it, but each new morning terrified her. Hope had thought this change would give her control over her life, she liked getting high, and she liked having respect. Neither of which her family gave her. Her father…her own father had raped her, and beat her up whenever he was drunk enough. He'd broken Taylor's arm, and then brainwashed the kid. Even he was getting on her case now. And in a drunken rage one night her father had killed the only person that Hope had ever trusted, her big brother…because he told their father he was taking Hope as soon as he turned 18. And her father killed him, he killed him. But now it didn't matter. She was out on her own, she wasn't getting hurt anymore. Sure the boys on her beat acted tough, but she had back up and they knew that. But she still didn't feel right. She didn't feel loved…or protected. Something wasn't right. She sat down and thought to herself.

I wonder what they would say if they found me like this. No, I have a hell of a good idea. John would try and scare me; he acts like he doesn't care about anyone, but in the end he'd let up. Fin…probably alternate between hugging so hard I couldn't breathe and whooping my ass so hard I couldn't sit down for a week. Cragen, I really like the guy. He'd probably have a sad look on his face, like I'd really let him down, but he'd forgive me quickly enough, and start spoiling me again. Damn, Olivia…she's been like a mother to me. I don't know how much that would hurt her. Or daddy – I mean Elliot. Stupid…stupid…stupid, my father is a dirt bag. Detective Stabler could never be my dad…why would he want to? All I've done is screw up. I can't think about this. I need a fix.

Twenty minutes later she was just on time. She saw Mario on the corner, with two other guys, hidden in the shadows. Something felt off, like a bad taste in her mouth.

"Yo, Mario you said you were bringing one friend. There's only enough ice for three of us…" She chided as she reached the corner.

"Don't worry…you won't be doing anything for a long time…" The stranger in the shadows corrected. The voice sounded familiar…stereotypical bad cop. Fin stepped out of the shadows.

"Shit…" Hope turned and sprinted, heavy thuds followed behind her.