In the interrogation room a chair went crashing across the floor. Fin was red hot and heaving. He walked back to the table and slammed his palms down on to its surface. The man sitting on the other side of the table flinched slightly.
"I'm done playin round widthyou! Tell me where they are or the next chair I through will be the one you're sitting in!" Fin yelled. Martin Addison stared back at Fin quietly.
"I know you and your buddy Nate had something to do with their kidnapping! Now tell me WHERE THEY ARE!" Fin was screaming. All the emotion of the last three days was spilling out of him in a rage. He was so close but so far from finding Olivia and Penn and this man in front of him had something to do with it. He suppressed the urge to take the man by the throat and strangle him knowing that a dead man couldn't tell him what he wanted to know.
"Look I don't know what you are talking about!" Martin answered. He attempted to look innocent and confused but he failed and Fin saw right through it.
"BULLSHIT!" Fin screamed. "YOU AND NATE PACKARD KIDNAPPED DETECTIVE OLIVIA BENSON AND HID HER SOMEWHERE! NOW TELL ME WHERE!" His rage was terrifying. Fin was normally the level headed one who would occasionally raise his voice but never fly off in a rage. This was different. They had messed with his family and he was raised to protect your family at all cost. He heaved as he attempted to catch his breath starring at Martin who looked more and more afraid with every word Fin yelled.
The door to the room opened causing both men to look up. Casey entered the room carrying several pictures in her hands. She slammed them down in front of Martin.
"Martin we found your car off the two seventy eight headed towards jersey. Explain to me why there is blood from a missing NYPD detective on the floor and on the front bumper of it?" Casey spoke with a hard commanding voice pointing to the pictures lying on the table as she spoke. Martin shifted uncomfortably as he surveyed the photos.
"Look Martin if you weren't in charge and were simply following your buddies orders you need to tell us. You won't go to prison but you have to tell us who was in charge and where you hid them." Fin spoke in a tone of forced calm attempting compassion instead of rage. Martin continued to survey the photos.
"Martin we have your car, your finger prints and an eye witness describing you. I have enough to charge you right now with kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder and two counts of assault on a police officer, and murder." Casey spelled out trying to reason with the man. At the mention of murder he immediately sat up straighter and started to talk.
"Wo wo wo! I didn't kill anybody and I never intended to. We were hired to but Nate got cold feet. He said we should hold her for ransom, make some real money, then get out of town so they would never find us." Martin had broken down and was willing to spill everything.
"So Martin start from the top, tell us what happened and we will discuss a plea deal." Casey said.
"But first the location of Olivia." Fin added. Martin shook his head vigorously.
"Alright I will tell you everything cause I aint no murder and I aint goin down as one." Martin said. Fin and Casey both felt a jolt of excitement, they were about to get the location of Olivia and Penn and finally be able to rescue them. Then Martin spoke the words either wanted to hear.
"But first I want a lawyer so I don't make this worse than it already is. And to make sure the deal is legit and not just a rouse."
"As you wish." Casey said gathering up the photos she had brought with her. They had no choice he had said the magic words and no one could talk to him until a lawyer arrived.
Out in the hall Fin and Casey shared a look with each other. Both had the same thought; they almost had the location but now they would have to wait. They returned to the layout board to update the rest of the team.
"Martin is willing to spill but he wants a lawyer to broker the deal so he doesn't get screwed." Fin told the waiting group.
"Nate did the same. He did say it was all Martin and he would tell us everything, but first he wants a lawyer so he doesn't incriminate himself any more then he already has." Munch said.
"So we caught the kidnappers but we are no closer to finding Benson and Rhoades?" Cragen asked.
"Yeah basically. " Fin said disappointment filling his tone. Despair filled the room. No one had much to say as the realization of the situation hit home. The odds were stacked against them and the chances of finding the pair alive were astronomical. Then through the doors burst a uniformed officer from the front desk.
"Captain we just got a call from dispatch. Someone called 911 with a short strange message. It was a female and she gave Detective Benson's badge number." The officer said. Every head in the room turned to face him.
"What did the message say?" Cragen asked.
"The operator transferred the file to this digital recorder." He said crossing the room and handing it to Cragen. He immediately took it and pressed play. Everyone pressed in closer so they could hear it better.
After being played several times the room started to buzz again.
"That was Liv's voice." Fin said. "Trapped, Staten Island, shipping?" he repeated. "Is that a riddle?"
"No. They are on Staten Island somewhere, probably on a shipping yard or a dock." Cragen said.
"That narrows it down from a million places to a thousand places they could be. I mean they could be on a boat, they could be in a cooler or a warehouse, hell they could be in a container yard." Although information at this point was good, this didn't do much to help and Casey could not help but be frustrated. The phone next to Munch started to ring. He reached down to answer it while the others continued to dissect this new information.
"Ok well let's look at all the other facts. Both Nate and Martin are from Staten Island. Born and raised, went to high school at Port Richmond, their address are just a few blocks away from the school. Obviously they stayed close to their comfort zone." Fin thought out loud as he processed the information in front of him on the lay out board.
"So let's spiral out from that neighborhood and see if there are any docks or shipping yards close by." Cragen instructed. Detective Buchannan immediately turned back to the computer he was sitting at and began looking for this information. Meanwhile Munch hung up the phone.
"That was the Deputy Chief of the FDNY. He said that one of their medical bags was stolen from an ambulance parked in the area where all this started on the same night and around the same time. Each bag is equipped with a GPS tracker, just in case someone steals one." Munch explained.
"And you think that has something to do with Olivia's kidnapping?" Cragen asked skeptically.
"And why are they just reporting this now if the bag was stolen four days ago?" Casey interjected.
"The chief said the crew didn't report it right away hoping someone would turn it in and they would not get in trouble, seems this is not the first time the same guys have had this happen. They finally reported it missing this morning and the chief has been following the story realized it may have something to do with our case. He said they are turning on the GPS device now and should have a location shortly." Munch answered.
"Captain I've narrowed it down." Detective Buchannan said excitedly. "There are four container/shipping yards in the area surrounding Port Richmond High School and the suspects address. Each is no more than five miles from the other one." He brought up a map of statin island with several locations circled to show everyone. The phone next to Munch rang again.
"Ok. Lets search two of the sites to start. If they don't turn up anything we will search the other two." Cragen said. He didn't want to admit it but his normally confident decision making ability was faltering under the stress of the situation. Munch made the decision for him because when he hung up the phone he immediately began to gather his coat, sidearm and wallet.
"That was the FDNY chief again the GPS from their bag is showing it is located somewhere at the Howland Hook Marine Terminal in Staten Island, which is one of the four possibilities. I say we start there." Munch said gathering his keys.
"Let's go everyone! Someone get ESU and EMS to respond as well. And get us some cadets were going to need them." As Cragen spoke the room shook as people gathered their equipment and charged towards the exits.
"Hang on Liv we're comin for ya!" Fin whispered to himself.