"We gotta hit." Kyle Billman stated. He had only been there for 1 week, but he fit in like a pro. "The car is registered to a Caroline Haynes-Fight, 48. She lives in the Bronx."

"Can you check to see if she's married?" Olivia questioned.

"Um, yeah, she is married to Harry Fight, 62."

"No, he's too old. How about any brothers?" Elliot was praying that there'd be hit.

"Yes, one brother, Billy Haynes, 39."

"Does he have any prior records?" Olivia questioned.

"Yeah, soliciting a minor online in '04. He pleaded not guilty; he claimed that he did not know the girl's age was 13, even though she stated in their chat that she was in the 8th grade. He got one month in jail and was sent to a treatment center, where he was claimed "healed"."

"Sure, he was. How can people be so stupid these days? Once a predator, always a predator." People like Billy Haynes made Elliot's blood boil. "Kyle, can you get his address?"

"Here, it says he lives in Queens, but moved about two months ago to downtown Manhattan."

"Well, there's the answer to Fin's question. Liv, how about we pay a little visit to Mr. Haynes."

When Elliot and Olivia were in the car, Elliot couldn't help speaking his mind. "What is wrong with people? How could some man do that to—"Elliot started to get emotional. "It makes me sick."

"Elliot," Liv laid a hand on his back and gently rubbed it up and down. "It's okay. You can't do everything by yourself." Olivia pulled her hand away, realizing she had crossed the line. "I think we're supposed to turn here. Wait—what's that?"

Elliot slowed to a stop near an abandoned warehouse. Outside of the warehouse was a red Honda Civic with a rust stain on the hood.

"He's in their, I feel it." Elliot parked the car. Olivia and Elliot both exited the car, making sure when they closed the door it was quietly. They both drew their guns and headed for the door. Elliot turned the knob. Unlocked. He gently opened the door.

"Looks like he wasn't expecting any visitors." Elliot stated. They stepped inside the door. It was dark inside the warehouse, except for one dim light hanging in a separate room, of which the door was cracked. The detectives quietly walked around the boxes in the main room and over to the smaller room and peered in the cracked door. They saw a little girl lying on a cot, asleep. Her wrists and ankles were bound with rope and she had a gag in her mouth. Olivia stepped in first. She sat down next to the girl.

"Josie," she whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and as soon as she saw Olivia beside her, her eyes filled with terror. "No, Josie, it's okay, we're the police," Olivia said as she nodded in Elliot's direction. Josie's eyes then flashed with relief. Olivia carefully removed her bonds and Elliot picked her up.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Elliot asked.

"Yes, but I'm really hungry and my wrists hurt from the rope. We've got to go, Mr. Billy said he'd be back soon, and when he comes back he said we were gonna have some fun." Josie's eyes quickly filled with tears and then they came streaming down her face. Elliot began walking towards the car, with Josie in his arms. They reached the car and Elliot laid Josie in the backseat and buckled her seat belt. He shut the door and as he and Olivia were about to get in the car, they saw a man coming up behind them with a gun. He fit the description given by Mrs. May.

"Why are you taking away my princess?" Billy asked pointing the gun at Elliot.

"You're sick." Elliot answered back.

"In your opinion, I just want a princess. And since you took mine, I'll just have to take yours." He walked up to Olivia and pointed the gun at her head. Olivia's eyes filled with tears as she looked at Elliot.

"Go," she whispered.

"No, take me let her and the girl go."

"Where would the fun be in that?" Billy questioned. He ran his hand down Olivia's cheek, she shivered. Elliot was getting angry. "You can't help her now, so I suggest you take the girl and leave."

"No—,"

"Elliot, GO!" Liv screamed at him.

Elliot got in his car turned on the ignition and sped off towards the precinct. Elliot began to cry. Why did he let Liv go?

"Hey, mister police man."

"Yeah, honey." Elliot wiped his eyes.

"You seem like a nice man, you will get your lady girl back." This made Elliot smile through his tears. How could this girl, after all she's been through, have so much hope?

Elliot reached for his phone.

"Cragen, yeah, it's Elliot. I've got Josie, but Liv, Billy took her. Yeah, I'm going to the precinct now."