"Thank you for coming in Ms. Marshall." I say as her and her attorney enter the interview room.

She clarifies "officer Marshall."

"Of course, I'm sorry. Thank you for coming in officer Marshall, why don't you have a seat." I suggest and all 4 of us sit down.

I open my notebook and Olivia asks the first question "It has come to our attention that you've recently had relations with one of your parolee's, is that correct?"

"Yes, I had sex with Tommy Sullivan earlier this week at his desire" She says back with a small grin.

"So you admit that you and Tommy Sullivan had a sexual encounter?" I clarify more this time.

She responds "again, initiated by Mr. Sullivan. I'm human. I had a moment of weakness. It was a mistake." She sort of shrugs, as if that would make it all go away.

"Not to mention illegal." Olivia reminds her.

Her attorney pipes in "there's no need to be didactic. Officer Marshall is here to cooperate."

"Okay, so what exactly happened in your office?" I ask her for details.

"Once we'd finished with our meeting, I walked Tommy to the door. And he said that he could tell that I had had a long day. And I looked at him and I nodded. And he asked if I wanted a massage." Olivia and I share a glance but continue listening. "And then he started working my shoulders. And then he started kissing me. And I told him it was not a good idea, but he was aggressive."

"Okay, well, did you say no or try to tell him to stop?" I ask, hoping she isn't going to say yes and call rape from him.

Her tone lowers when she responds "when I say no, people listen. He didn't rape me, Detective. And I certainly didn't rape him. He came on strong, and it didn't feel terrible. And I let myself enjoy the feeling."

"And by "it," you mean-" Olivia asks for specific.

"Oral sex and intercourse." She says it without hesitation. "I'm going on the fifth anniversary of my divorce, and it felt good to be wanted."

"And Tommy Sullivan made you feel wanted?" I question.

"In that moment, very much so, yes." She answers, having her story all sorted out.

"All right, I think we've humiliated Officer Marshall enough." Her lawyer tries to stop the interview. "She's facing interdepartmental discipline, but we are done here."

"Oh, well, we're just trying to get your client's side of the story." Olivia smiles at him.

"It's okay, counselor." Donna Marshall denies her lawyers request to end our interview.

"Okay, so you said that Tommy initiated the contact, made you feel wanted. Were you aware that he put in three requests this year to change parole officers?" Olivia asks her, wanting things to go deeper.

"Mm, that doesn't surprise me." She responds. "I'm the toughest one in my office." She puts a finger on the table like it's something we should've known already.

"Really? So, what would give him the impression that he could be intimate with you after you said that it was a bad idea?" Olivia asks her.

I sit back in my chair, waiting for her respond "parolees are manipulative. You know, they think they have the upper hand. That's the nature of the job."

"Wasn't the job to not allow them to have the upper hand?" I jump in and ask. She gives me a touche kind of smirk and I sit up to question "let me ask you, uh, was there— was there a gun in your office during this encounter?"

"I carry, yes." She answers.

"Where was the gun?" Olivia asks her, getting to the point.

Officer Marshall catches on here "what, is he alleging that I assaulted him at gunpoint?" She begins to laugh "he was ready, willing, and able. I mean, do you think a man could respond like that under duress?"

"Actually, we do. Yes." Olivia answers firmly.

Her attorney ends it there and the two of them stand up "all right, we came here as a courtesy. But I've heard enough. Donna, let's go."

Donna begins to head to the door, Olivia meeting her there "Tommy Sullivan is a criminal and a con artist and a recidivist. He came on to me, and now he's claiming that I'm a rapist because his pregnant girlfriend found out that he cheated on her." She hits Benson on the arm a little too roughly "there's nothing to see here."

She walks out and her lawyer stops at the door to say "you believe that scumbag's story over a fellow officer, then you should be ashamed of yourself." And with that, the two of them leave.

Olivia and I follow them out the door and I say to my boss "she's a piece of work."

Olivia answers "and a liar. Right to our faces."

"Still, a P.O.'s word against Tommy's. I mean, her lawyer's right. He's looking at five years for those pills." I mention out loud, still worried about the turn out.

Nick comes up from behind us "maybe not. Lab report's back on Tommy's oxy. It's like he said, there's no trace of him." He puts the report in front of us for us to see. "They did find touch DNA, though. Belongs to Jordan Dolphy, a paroled drug dealer." He then pauses and looks at us "Guess who his P.O. is?" I look to Olivia and Nick with a sly grin, knowing we're going to go be knocking on someone's door.

Benson works on the search warrant and Nick and I prepare to move. We get to Jordan's apartment in the early afternoon and the officers walk up with us. Nick bangs on the door. Once open, we walk inside, moving him to get in "Jordan Dolphy, back up." Nick calls to him.

"Hey, what's going on?" He questions, a bit dazed looking.

"We got a warrant to search your apartment." I inform him, handing him the papers.

"Hey, man, you can't do this!" He argues at us as we begin our search. "Hey, hey, baby, call my parole officer." He calls to someone else in the apartment.

I call to him "yeah, Donna Marshall? You think she's going to help you now?"

"Check that coat." Nick directs me.

"There anything sharp in here?" I ask him.

"Uh-uh." He hesitates answering me.

I search the pocket and sure enough, I find what I thought I would "well, we got oxy."

He holds his hands up in a panic "hey, hey, listen, let me just call Donna."

"Oh, yeah. She'll explain it?" I ask.

Nick gets closer to him "so she's been your P.O. for, what, three years? And in all that time, you passed all your drug tests?"

"You think I'm stupid? This is a trap." He respond back.

"I think you're in trouble, Jordan." I tell him. "We found your DNA on some oxy that Donna had."

He looks at us with wide, worried eyes "wait, she said it was mine? Donna made me give her that oxy."

"In exchange for what?" Nick pushes "clean drug test?"

He looks over his shoulder at the women holding a baby "hey, baby, hold that call." He tells her, The women nods, lowering the phone and walking away. "She adds just the right amount of vinegar to my urine." He tells us, stepping closer so the officers in the room don't hear.

"Oh, man. It's the Donna Special. Right. So she lets you off the hook, you do whatever she says." Nick goes over her play. "So, what else do you get her besides oxy?"

He hesitates in answering, but does so "other services."

"What do you mean other services?" I ask him, hoping it's what we need to take Donna down.

Jordan starts looking behind him, worried about the women in the apartment. Nick calls him back "Hey! Yo, Jordan."

He whispers to us "she's a divorced, lonely lady. Use your imagination." He continues "whenever she says it's time for my piss test, that means it's time to unzip. Drain my sack dry every time."

"So does she make you have sex?" I ask "have you ever said no?"

He answers "Yeah, yeah, I tried, once. She pulled a gun out on me." I eye Nick and he eyes me as Jordan continues "But- it's like free sex, I guess. I should feel lucky, right?" His eyes jolt between us, now wondering if what he just asked was really true.

"Go over there, hold on." I direct Jordan and he nods as an officer comes over to stand with him. "It's the same M.O. We got her." I say to Nick.

He shrugs "we can try, give Liv a call and I'll finish up in here." He tells me and I nod, moving to leave and fill our boss in.