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Stand And Unfold Yourself.

Chapter 6-Treasure Hunt.

Olivia Benson finds a bloodbath and in doing so finds fingerprints that may help the beginnings of an investigation. This is where the crossover begins.

15th November 2014

Olivia Benson was having what you might call a good day. Not a great day…no there was never a great day at SVU since those last golden days of the 1990s where they had all thought themselves invincible (or unless you took down a human trafficking network the Feds couldn't get near) but today was shaping up to be a good day. Noah had once again slept through the night, she had managed to get through mountains of paperwork. Rollins had not been causing her a headache, Amaro the same and Fin had surprised her with two bear claws which had put her in a very good mood.

Fin had been in her office shameless prodding her to find money in the budget for an expresso machine (yeah cause the NYPD had that kind of money to burn) when Amanda knocked on the door with Amaro just behind her both of them looking as if they'd rather be heading to Riker's as inmates rather than being here—and just like that she knew her good day was over. Olivia had a flashback to when she would knock on Cragan's door, Elliot behind her and both of them knowing that the news was not going to be good.

"Well?"

"Sarge we got a problem"

No kidding.

"Go on?"

"You remember the homicide we were asked to consult on?"

"Were asked to consult on a lot of homicides Rollins be more specific"

Carefully Olivia didn't see Amanda roll her eyes.

"The one where homicide thought there was sex trafficking because they found a bit of skin with a brand mark on it?"

Ah yes it was all coming back to Olivia now. She knew one way or another they were going to get handed that case. Homicide used any excuse to offload not that she minded—they were overstretched after all—and to be honest the whole thing reeked of sex crimes anyway.

"Yes?"

"Well…we found hair, fibres, fingerprints the whole lot and from the collection of stuff there—"

"He was a wannabe Jack-the-Ripper and the girl he had was lucky to escape with her life" Amaro chimed in. Olivia nodded, it was sad but true. Christ she hated cases like this.

"Chances are girl was working. So were not gonna find her"

That was Fin, ever the pragmatist. Again it was true. Olivia hated cases where you couldn't get justice for the victim simply because the victim wasn't perfect. The cases she had dedicated her career too had slowly been getting better, attitudes had changed both on the job and in the courtroom but their was still an uphill road to climb and the truth was it was still difficult to get a jury to believe a prostitute didn't ask for it.

Bastards.

Nick and Amanda shared a look and the feeling of dread intensified. It was the feeling she had been getting a lot since taking this job and it made her want to send Cragan some flowers as an apology for all the hassle that she had put him through. There had been too much over the years to remember but she distinctly remembered making that look at Elliot more than once and Cragan's sigh of utter despair.

She really should look into that actually.

"What?"

"We…we found prints…all over the place and they match"

"Frequent flyer?"

Amanda shook her head. "Missing girl actually"

Olivia sighed.

"Well she wouldn't be the first missing girl to be put to work" she said feeling the headache build. "So does she have priors or records or anything…"

But she trailed off at the look on Amanda's face.

"What?"

"Fin…do you remember when we went to Chicago to help out with that riverwalk case?"

"Vividly why?"

"Because…did Voight ever mention to you about kids?"

"Kids? No why. I mean I know he has one, Erin mentioned a son but I got the impression they were on the outs besides why would that come up in a rape case?"

"Voight did send me an email" Olivia said cutting into the conversation. "They do want us to consult on a case but I've not gotten back to him. I've not checked my email all that much today"

"What about?"

"Kiddy porn case. They stumbled across a fire vic who had a case of pictures. Guy has a history of coming up to New York so Voight thinks there might be a connection—"

She trailed off seeing the look on Nick's face.

"Alright. Tell me what I'm missing."

"We ran the prints three times Sarge. I swear to God…but everything matches, hair, prints, fibre, blood. All of it"

"Okay"

"It matches to a missing girl come out of Chicago four years ago. Case files been empty, no leads, nothing. All evidence points to the fact that she never left Chicago until now but…

And Olivia with a sudden swoop like she was going to be sick to her stomach suddenly realised just what her team were trying to tell her. Emails from Chicago were few on the ground and certainly in the two times Voight had asked for her help he had never marked it as urgent like he had with this one.

"Go on"

Amanda passed her the file.

"Girls name is Bridget Voight, she went missing when she was eleven in December. From what the file says it was a domestic and she left and she just…vanished. Last sighting of her has her going across the bridge in Chicago. No body, no leads, nothing until today. But the DNA is conclusive she was the girl in the hotel room and she was absolutely the girl who bashed Lucas Avery over the head with the lamp."

There was a very pregnant pause and then Fin said what they were all thinking.

"Holy Shit"

Amanda nodded.

"He never said anything about having a daughter to us Sarge, nor did anyone else in that department…"

"Not uncommon if the daughter was missing" Olivia muttered.

"Another thing Sarge" Amaro chimed in looking deeply uncomfortable. "A Detective Woods I think his name is? He's written a note on the file that kind makes you look twice at Voight"

"Oh did he?"

"Yeah he…he implies that Voight was drinking in his notes quite a bit and that it wasn't uncommon for him to lose his temper…they never formally identified him as anything close to a suspect and this Woods guy is the only one who makes comments on excessive drinking and fighting and it was right after the guys wife died so…it's just…domestic can mean a lot of things"

Carefully nobody said anything else. Olivia nibbled her fingers. She had only spoken to Voight a couple of times but she didn't get abuser off him. Certainly she got zealot. She got dedication to the job, she did get sometimes abuse of power but then again considering what he had done time for that didn't surprise her. How he had got back on the job, promoted and a high case rate did. To be honest she was just glad that he and Elliot had never met because she was willing to bet there was not enough red wine or Valium to deal with that nightmare unfolding.

She caught Fin's eye. He shrugged reading her mind that came with ease now after over a decade in the job. If truth be told she didn't know how she would have gotten through Elliot, Cragan, Munch and then William Lewis without him. Fin was the guy…the consummate partner and she trusted him with everything she had. Hell she trusted him with Noah and Noah was worth way more than her own life.

"I didn't get abuser off him" was all he said. "And I'd like to think after all these years I would know"

"Do we think he knows?" Amanda asked in a hushed whisper as if she was expecting Voight to drop from the ceiling like some dragon.

"No" Amaro said with an ease that came with being a parent. "No, look if It was my girl and I knew I would park my car outside of this place and wouldn't shift until I had answers. It might be he did just stumble across a case that he needed our help on. It's the perfect storm. Question is what do we do?"

"Meaning?"

"Well Sarge…we don't have anything else to go on, we have a dodgy as hell motel clerk sending us some security footage but even if we do get a visual on her what do we do? She'll be in the wind plus she's frightened no doubt cause she's just killed a guy. It's sub-zero out there and we don't know if she works for someone, is being held by someone…hell she's fifteen…we don't even…I mean with something like this where do we even start?"

Olivia tapped her nails on the desk.

"Alright, get me the footage from the motel. Front and back. I'm gonna head to Chicago"

"Why?"

"Fin I am not gonna break this to him over the phone, there was a brand mark in a bit of skin in the carpet that someone cut off. Besides…I wanna see the look in his eye when I tell him. I don't think he's got anything to do with it but…anyway…Fin you are in charge here—"

"Ugh"

"You took the test you reap the consequences" she said with an eyeroll.

"Besides seniority" Amanda said grinning.

"Also if I left you two in charge the office would be burning down"

"That too" Amaro said with a grin.

"Look into these photos" she ruled. Honestly it was like having three kids not one…was this what they had made Cragan feel like? During those golden days when it had been her and Munch and Cassidy and Jeffries and Ken Briscoe and the world had been so much simpler.

"See if you can run the faces through the usual databases and let me know. Fin…pull together everything you can on everything and let me know. If Voight does know his daughter is in New York I'll imagine that we will be running a joint op."

Amanda and Nick scampered (there was no other word for it really) off and she caught Fin's eye as he shut the door.

"Truth?"

"Yeah"

"Watch him like a hawk"

"Okay…"

"No Liv seriously he's got a reputation and it's well earned. He's…he makes Elliot at his worst look cute and cuddly. And we all know how it goes when it's your kid at risk, just…for God sakes make sure someone's in the interrogation room with him and make sure it's not just someone from his unit"

Olivia nodded.

17th November 2014 (Early Morning)

"Hank…"

He started awake.

Shit he'd fallen asleep on his couch again in the office.

"What?"

Al watched him with eyes that were entirely too sympathetic for what he deserved.

"What Al?"

"Trudy got a phone call ten minutes ago. She was literally just out the door but she's scared the rookies into telling her to call her personally if anyone contacts us from New York?"

"And?" he said sitting up and feeling more awake.

"And Olivia Benson is coming down personally to speak to you"

Olivia Benson was coming down personally to speak to him.

That was…shit he couldn't get his brain to work.

It had been two days and to be honest he had only slept because Jay had sent him a look that told Hank he was taking his gun off him if he didn't sleep. Jay had been watching him unnervingly more so than the rest of the team, more so than Erin. It was like the man was trying to figure something out in his head. Like Bridget was a problem he was trying to calculate. Hank didn't like it but then again he had gotten used to the stares a long time ago. When Denny had put that stupid little comment in the file about him drinking and it being a domestic he had gotten used to it. Besides…you didn't go in a court room against Peter Stone and not expect your private life to be up for discussion.

But it bothered him how Jay was looking at him. Everyone else dealt with it in their own way, Antonio could barely look him in the eye. Adam and Kevin did their jobs the same way as always. Nadia had looked as if she wanted to hug him but Erin (thankfully) had clearly talked her out of it, though she had started dropping off coffee with an alarming rate at his desk. Kim and Roman both of whom he knew Trudy had dispatched to his unit had looked shocked but Roman at least had recovered himself quickly. Jay on the other hand was still mulling over something as if trying to put into words what he felt about this.

And now this.

He had fallen asleep because he had to not because he had wanted to and the familiar nightmares had started again. It didn't stop, not really, it hadn't stopped but over time they'd got less vivid. Not now. Now it had gotten worse. Now instead of seeing his eleven year old daughter dead, blood pooling out of her while he couldn't move he was now seeing his fifteen year old daughter being raped by some unknown bastard before she was being killed. The dark look in those eyes, the blankness, the defiance, all of it this new Bridget that he hadn't known existed until now. Al very carefully in the way that friends and partners did didn't say anything but he understood. It was hard sometimes to see Al and Lexie together, a mockery of everything that he could have had but was too stupid to keep.

"Why?" he asked finally scrubbing hand over his face to rid himself of the nightmare that plagued him in sleep.

Now it was just the nightmare that plagued him in the waking day that he had to contend with.

"I don't know. She just says she has to speak to you. It's Olivia Benson Hank."

"I am well aware of who Olivia Benson is"

He was as well. He doubted there was a cop in the country who didn't know who Olivia Benson was. Olivia Benson was the Amelia Earhart of cops. She was the one that they all aspired to be like. The woman was a force of fucking nature, she was the one who they all aspired to be like, well…certainly a lot of the younger ones, Erin could wax poetic about her for days if you got her drunk enough. She had broken down barriers and she had broken down men twice her size, took on corruption and took on the military. Woman had no fear and that was before you got to the William Lewis debacle which had sent shockwaves around the whole of the brotherhood in blue.

(Personally, Hank thought she had beaten him with an iron pole. And if she had…then that was good by him)

But it was odd she was coming down her herself and not saying why. It was…very odd. Actually it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"She'll be here in an hour. Erin got you a change of clothes and I sent Jay for coffee. Antonio's overseeing the guard on Llewellyn, Burgess and Roman are interviewing all of his neighbours that they can find and I've got Adam and Kevin trolling the databases trying to find anymore Chicago children. So far there's three that have been trafficked out of Chicago to New York, all around the ages of seven to eleven, all of them have popped up in the system"

"For?"

"Drugs mostly, they get funnelled to some youth centre that's shut at the moment but then they turn back up on the streets three weeks later or worse. Nothing on Bridget."

"Nothing?"

God he hated how desperate he sounded.

"Nothing" Al said in sympathy. "Nothing…I…I told Meredith"

Hank snorted. "Great, bet she's loving this"

"Don't be a dick Hank it's her best friends daughter and her goddaughter. She's heartbroken"

"Yeah well that makes two of us doesn't it. She blame me for this?"

Al's silence spoke words.

"Course she did"

"It's not that simple."

"Al it's the simplest thing in the world. She thinks I should have given her Bridget after Camille died and then hit the bottle and then the bullet. She said as much after…"

"Yes well…"

"And you know what she is so right."

Al gave a long sigh.

"Hank—"

"No she's right Al, if I'd have given her custody of Bridget at least she'd be here, alive, whole, healthy…"

Al came and sat next to him and gripped his shoulder so hard it was going to bruise again. It was the same one that he had gripped when he had seen the photo and the pain centred him somewhat, it was a phantom pain but a good pain and he clung to it nonetheless letting it ground him, letting it centre him.

"Hank there is nobody in this room or even outside it that doesn't have your back on this. Meredith might hate you sure but if you can get Bridget back she'll like you again. She blames herself too. She thinks…if she'd have stepped in this wouldn't have happened. But she's alive. Your daughter is alive."

"My daughter's been raped and trafficked like a dog Al"

Al gripped his shoulder harder as Hank wiped his eyes on his hands.

"But she is alive. And that is more than what we had yesterday. And Olivia Benson…Olivia Benson has a really good reputation for this kind of case Hank."

"What if she tells me she's fished a body out of the river Al?"

"Then we find the bastard who put it there and throw him in the river"

There was nothing else to say.

Not really.

When Jay knocked on the door to tell him Olivia Benson was downstairs having come in on the red-eye he was perfectly steady.

"Erin downstairs?"

"Yes…she's…yes"

"Good…anyone else?"

"No everyone else is out on assignment. Do you want anyone else in here Sarge?"

"Just you and Erin and Al"

If Jay was surprised by this he didn't comment on it.

"You want Jay here for this?" Al asked quietly once the door was shut.

"Yes" he said finally. "I won't be able to deal with Erin. Besides…Jay already dislikes me"

Al looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself just in time which was good because Hank really didn't want to hear it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear what Olivia Benson was going to say but suddenly she was there in all her New York glory.

Introductions had been made. Olivia had done research (well as much as you could on the red-eye) as to Hank Voight's team. Man had a habit of picking baby recruits and moulding them in his image. Olivia was not sure how much she liked that idea. She'd come to SVU after a year with her gold shield but she had seen an opening and snagged it because as Cragan had told her nobody else had wanted it. Cragan had never hired anyone who just had their gold shield. Amanda had been the only one and then again she'd had her badge she'd just changed states. Certainly looking at some of them there were alarm bells. Alvin Olinsky had enough warning flags over his file for her to know he'd follow Voight (who was the living definition of rogue) to the end, Erin Lindsey was his foster child for Christ sakes. Antonio Dawson had been the one to put him in cuffs but had been personally requested to join the unit, Adam Ruzek had been brought in before he had even graduated from the Academy and Kevin Atwater had been brought up on a whim so it seemed.

Jay Halstead seemed to be the only one that Hank hadn't handpicked. He'd come up on Antonio Dawson's recommendation, ex-Army with a healthy appreciation for the rules and looks that…well…let's just say if Olivia had seen him twenty years ago she wouldn't have given Brian Cassady a second look.

All in all she was not sure what to expect as she sat down at the desk. Clearly they were a close knit team, clearly they got shit done. Amanda and Fin had not spoken too badly of them but Olivia Benson had stared down William Lewis so she was not too worried about Hank Voight. Only issue was she was not sure how much capital she had left to burn with the brass if a suspect went out the window.

"I take it you know why I am here?"

"I assume it was to do with my email"

"Yes" she said carefully. "That's part of it. I've got my team checking databases and working alongside yours. Ruzek was particularly happy to work with Rollins again"

Jay Halstead let out a snort that he turned into a hacking cough at the last minute.

Olivia ignored him.

"That's part of the reason. Were working to identify the children—"

"Fair warning I suppose this is personal for me—"

"Oh I know…that's the second thing I wanted…it's why I came down here personally. I know all about your daughter. She's…she's cropped up on another case"

And that sent the tension in the room to palpable heights.

"Oh?"

"Yes…can I…do you want me to speak freely here or…"

"I don't have secrets in front of my team"

Olivia didn't have to turn around to know that Jay Halstead stood behind her at the door had raised his eyebrows. After a time you could just feel these things. Certainly you could after a decade of working with Fin.

"Alright then…do you know a man by the name of Lucas Avery?"

All she got was a flat look in return. Looking at him Olivia wondered just how he had kept his daughter's disappearance on the low levels that it had been, just one look at the man and she could see the pain and the grief that was bleeding all over his face.

"Should I?"

She passed him the photo.

"No" he said after a heartbeat. "Doesn't look familiar. Jay he cropped up on any cases we've been working?"

"No Sarge" Jay Halstead said in that soft voice. Erin Lindsey who had been sat on the couch arm shifted a little. She noticed that Alvin Olinsky moved closer to his friend and she sighed.

Oh this was not going to be easy.

"He...we found his body in a motel room in New York, downtown where a lot of the working girls go and…and this is what happened to him"

She passed him a photo of the crime scene.

"Jesus" Erin said shaking her head. "He's been battered all right"

"He had…several…weapons in the room with him" Olivia continued. "It looked like whoever he brought home was in for a long and painful death. We ran some of it through VICAP and it turns out that he matches several cases…he likes to…play with his food so to speak"

Jay Halstead pulled a face.

"Ugh"

"So why is he relevant?"

Something told her that Alvin Olinsky had put the pieces together quicker than the rest of them but had been waiting for her to get to the point. Olivia squared her shoulders and looked Hank Voight dead in the eye. God knows if it was her she would want to know that way as opposed to any other.

"There's a hell of a lot of evidence that points to your daughter being in the room. Actually…a lot of it points to her murdering him"

Very carefully Hank Voight said nothing. She could hear the wheels in his brain spinning thought. Erin Lindsey clapped her hands over her mouth muffling her moan and Jay Halstead crossed the room in three strides so that he could be standing next to her.

"There's more" Hank Voight said flatly.

"Hank…"

"Erin there's more."

Olivia sighed.

"Yes…there is…you're not…you're not gonna like it"

Hank Voight shot her a twisted little smile. He shifted forwards so that he was looking directly at her and when he spoke he was speaking directly to her. The others might not have even been there.

"I've been living a nightmare for the past four years" he said softly. "And I've imagined quite a bit, so believe me whatever your gonna tell me is nothing that I haven't thought about in my worst nightmares. So just say what you've got to say"

"There's a lot of blood" she said quietly. "Some of it's here. Not a lot but enough to prove that she was injured. We don't know how she got there or if someone took her or how she got out though my team are looking. But…but it's trafficking, we found…we found evidence of trafficking"

"What kind of evidence?" Jay Halstead asked and there was steel in his voice.

Olivia kept her eyes on Bridget Voight's father.

"We found a good chunk of skin with a brand mark on it. Were testing it but I'd bet my pension on it being your daughters skin. It looks like someone, maybe her took a knife and cut the thing off"

Erin screamed into her hands and Jay Halstead stepped directly in front of her as if to protect her from Olivia's judgement while she got herself under control though God knows Olivia couldn't judge anyone in this moment. Alvin Olinsky took a deep breath as if he had ran a marathon in two seconds flat but Olivia was looking at Hank Voight. His expression didn't change, his eyes told a different story.

"Thank you" he said finally leaning back in his chair. "I just…do you know she's alive…can you…can you prove that she is alive…do you…just…what do you know?"

"We suspect that the trafficking ring that you uncovered here is a pipeline to funnel kids to New York, once the group is done with them usually when they turn old enough they pimp them to the streets, by that point the damage is done we all know that. Bridget so far has not turned up in a single video we've found so far but that doesn't mean much. But I can confirm that as of two days ago your daughter was alive. Certainly she was alive when she was in that room"

And just like that her phone chimed. She looked down to read the email that Fin had sent her marked urgent and in doing so she was aware that she was letting everyone get their emotions under control.

She read the email twice and then sighed running a hand through her hair like she was twenty again.

"What?"

She looked up to see him watching her again.

"What?" he said in that flat emotionless tone.

"I had my team check the security footage and we've got a girl walking out the back door covered in blood. Dark hair, dark eyes, spaced out so I'm not sure if she's on drugs or not…can you do an identification or do you want to take a minute?"

Hank Voight rolled his eyes.

"Show me the damn fucking thing"

She held out the photograph and it was almost bizarrely comical to see them all crowd round the desk trying to get a look. She knew it wasn't anything good. The girl did look out of it, the dress which was basically ripped cloth at this point was covering everything but she was drenched in blood and so skinny. Just as mass of dark hair and eyes that were blank.

Hank Voight traced the photo with his finger for a second staring at it with hungry eyes desperate for anything he could get no doubt. Olivia's heart broke for him a little. "Yeah" he said quietly as if he'd had to work the word up through his throat. "Yeah that's her. That's Bridget".

"Sarge…I gotta ask are you sure…"

"Jay that's my baby, trust me"

Jay Halstead nodded once and that seemed to be the end of that. This was a strange dynamic Olivia thought looking between the two of them. Strange.

"So what now?" Jay Halstead asked looking at her. Olivia looked at him and reminded herself sternly that while she wasn't interested it was clear that the good Lord had clearly been doing some good work when that jawline was constructed.

"We know she's in New York, we know that the main framework for this organisation is in New York, I assume you'll all want to come"

"Yes" Erin snapped.

"Good" and then because she had to. "I need to remind you all that this is my city. And I cannot have you kicking down doors or throwing people in cages or whatever it is that you do here. You come with me you play by my rules, I don't care how personal this for you all if you pull any kind of crap I will have you all arrested"

"Understood" Alvin Olinsky said quietly but she didn't want it from him.

"Voight?"

His eyes which had been on that photo found hers. She didn't think he meant a word of it but she wanted verbal confirmation nonetheless.

"Sure…sure…can we go now?"

"You need to get your people in line?"

"Al can call them from the car, Antonio can run things from here, keep Kevin and Adam keeping the pressure up on Llewellyn, Kim, Roman etc"

"I'll call them. I'll call Trudy as well she can handle the brass."

"Jay you good to come?"

Jay Halstead flashed his boss a long look. "Try and stop me Sarge"

Clearly it was the people in this room that he wanted.

Well…at least the mess in the squad room would be minimal.

"You got bags?"

"Yeah"

"Alright then" she said getting to her feet and just for good measure she took her phone out of Hank Voight's hands.

"Get them"

Kids. Honestly they were like kids the way Erin and Jay reacted when they had a plan put in front of them. Nick and Amanda were the same. Or perhaps this was a sense that she was getting older.

Alvin Olinsky smiled at her on the way out. Kinda reminded her of a shark before it struck.

"Can you send me the photo?"

She turned to face Voight.

"What?"

He was grabbing a bag that was stashed under his desk and reloading his weapon with a tightness that she found uneasy.

"Can you send me the photo?"

"Sure. Why?"

The look on his face was beyond words then and immediately she felt like shit for asking such an obvious question.

"Sorry—"

"You have kids?"

"Yes. A son, Noah, he's just turned three"

"I gotta call my son from the plane."

"Okay"

"I need to show him proof"

"Oh"

"I need…no…that's not…I need proof"

"I see."

"I've got the first photo with me. The one that started all of this. She's part of the photos. That's why I emailed you"

"Perfect storm" she said remembering her team this morning.

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna be good?"

"No" he said honestly. "But I'm a hell of a lot better than I was yesterday"

And with that he was gone and Olivia was left for a split second standing in his office wondering just what in the name of holy hell she had gotten herself into.

Somewhere she was sure in upper New York, Cragan was pissing himself.

And there is another chapter, I hope that you enjoy this one and I will do my best to get you the next one sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-The team arrive in New York, Olivia tries to get information out of Hank, Jay contemplates some things.