First of all, I would like to give a sincere apology for not updated in nearly three months. Tons of stuff has happened to me since the week of Homecoming, and I've been trying to adjust to the changes in my life recently. Sadly, with all of that, this story was practically abandoned, and again I am so sorry that I left you all on a cliffhanger for two months. I'm going to try and be better about uploaded chapters and whatnot. I'll see you all at the end of this chapter.
Olivia felt as if a knife was driving into the back of her head, attacking at her skull. Her eyelids slowly opened up as her vision realved blurriness. She put her hand in front of her eyes, but couldn't make out the form of it. It just looked like a blob to her. As she laid on her side, she moved her hand around to feel her surroundings. Her fingers slipped through something cold and hard. Where in the world was she?
The sound of a door opening up filled her ears, and the sound of it slamming shut made her headache worsen. She could hear the sound of footsteps that were at first soft, but became louder as they came closer to her.
"Oh look," The voice spoke, sounding like an echo in Olivia's ears. "The Lieutenants awake."
Olivia became even more concerned. Whoever was standing over her obviously knew who she was. This wasn't some random person who decided that she was his next target; this was planned out. This person had something against Olivia, and was taking control of her. Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but was met with total silence.
"I feel like I'm gonna have the most fun with you." The voice said. "That blonde one over there looks a little unexperienced to me." He gave a slight chuckle towards the end.
Olivia could tell her vision was beginning to resume to its natural sight. Instead of seeing just a blob of a person standing in front of her, she could make out some sort of figure. Still, she couldn't see his face, and it was driving her mad not knowing who was holding her hostage.
"Oh man." The voice spoke enthusiastically. "When Sam said he picked out two good ones, I didn't expect them to be this good." He clapped his hands together. "Man, we're gonna have some fun times together."
Sam? As is Sam Wooden? Is that who he was talking about? Olivia blinked hard a couple times to try and get her vision back. As her vision finally came back to normal, Olivia gazed upon the man who was standing over her. She gasp and held her breath as she looked back into the face of Richard Rosenberry. Olivia looked around at her surroundings and found herself inside of some sort of cage. She started to breath heavily.
"Hey," Richard said and got her attention. "Don't be scared. It's just so we know you won't run off." He laughed and hit the top of the cage, causing Olivia to flinch. "Once we know you two won't run away, we might, key word might, let you out of the cage."
Olivia's entire body was shaking as Richard squatted down to face her. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him. She wrapped her hand around her neck and winced when she found it tender. She knew for sure a bruise was forming from where she was pistol-whipped.
"Oh, don't worry 'bout that, sweetheart." Olivia felt sick as Richard spoke to her. "That little 'ole bruise will go away in no time."
Olivia opened her eyes back up and let out an angry breath. "Go to hell." She gritted through her teeth before spitting in Richard's direction.
Richard smirked back at her. "Oh just you wait." He said and stood up on his feet. "I'm not gonna forget that when I'm goin' at it!"
Olivia just stared back at him, biting her lip so viciously she nearly drew blood. Fiery angry filled her body until she remembered what she was doing to get in the situation. Her eyes widened as the anger turned into fear. "My son," Her voice spoke raspy. "My son, where is he?"
Richard bit his lower lip, placing his finger on his chin. "Hmm, where did I put him?" He asked himself sarcastically. He paced around the floor in a circle before looking back at Olivia. "I wouldn't worry to much about him." He gave a menacing cackle in Olivia's direction.
Olivia's face became stiff. Her eyes widened as she covered up her gapping mouth. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears threatening to show. She began to manualize her breathing so she wouldn't hyperventilate. She gave out a loud cry that muffled in her hand. "You... you killed my son?" She questioned as she took her hand off of her mouth, rage dripping from her words.
"Hey," Richard said as he walked over to the door, leading to only God knows where. "I said not to worry about it." He opened up the large, steel door and exited the small, dark, morbid room.
As Olivia listened to Richard's footsteps going up a flight of stairs, she fell back onto the bottom of the cage. Her son could quite possibly be dead. Her little boy that she loved more than anything else in the world, could have been brutally murdered. That sweet little innocent child that did nothing but bring joy to the world, could be dead and dumped off somewhere like a piece of garbage. The thought made her absolutly sick. Her stomach churned at the thought of not knowing where her son was.
Olivia just layed at the bottom of the cage, nearly in tears, with one questioned on her mind she wasn't sure yet if she wanted it answered: How did Richard escape Rikers?
"Daddy, can I open my eyes now?" A young Delaney Rosenberry asked her father on the video tape Fin and Barba were observing. She sat on her father's bed with her eyes tightly shut. She held out her petite, baby sized hands in front of her. She wore a bright pink shirt with the number 6 on it; her hair braided into pig-tails. Underneath her arm she held close a plus toy of the mermaid Disney Princess Ariel.
"Just a second, Delaney." Richard Rosenberry told his daughter as he began to unbutton his blue jeans. Fin crossed his arms in disgust once Richard finished, and pulled his stiff self out. He placed himself in Delaney's tiny hands. Delaney felt around the object in her hands, a confused look on her face. Samuel, who was obviously filming the pornography, chuckled behind the camera. Barba felt himself cringe as the video continued. "Okay now, open your eyes."
Delaney opened up her eyes and observed her father in her hands. She looked up at her father, confusion dancing all across her face. "Daddy?" She questioned him. "What are you doing?"
Richard didn't respond. He slowly pushed Delaney onto her back. He gentally unbuttoned and pulled Delaney's blue jeans with the butterfly design down around her ankles, exposing her flower-printed panties. "Daddy!" Delaney spoke more assertive. "Daddy why are we changing? I don't want to change. I like these pants!" She spoke with such innocence that in moments would be destroyed.
Richard continued on and pulled Delaney's panties off of her legs, exposing herself to her father and 'uncle'. "Daddy," Delaney squirmed. "Daddy stop it!" She begged her father, who still wouldn't respond back to her. Richard pulled down his own pants and balanced himself on top of Delaney, himself exposed as well. Delaney was still clutching the plush doll close to her, nearing tears.
"Happy Birthday, Delaney." Richard bellowed before he ripped her legs apart and entered inside of his daughter. Within the first thrust Delaney began screaming, her face turning red as large tears escaped her eyes. "Daddy stop! It hurts daddy! It huurrrttss! STOOOP!" Delaney sobbed as her father's thrusting became harder.
Barba pursed his lips. "Stop the video." He commanded Fin in his usual monotone. Fin went up the the large monitor in Barba's office and pressed the off button, and Delaney's screaming voice was muted. Barba had his fist clenched together till they turned white. "I want these guys heads on a platter."
"Hey, so do I man." Fin replied.
"And you guys haven't been able to find Samuel Wooden yet?" Barba questioned.
"We just found out about this last night. When we got to the apartment all we could find were the tapes and photo's. We've got the warrent out for Samuel arrest." Fin explained.
"You couldn't find him?" Barba questioned.
"We tried looking for him last night at a couple bars his ex-girlfriend told us he used to go." Fin explained to the obviously frusterated lawyer. "We couldn't find him anywhere. It's just kinda like he just disapeared."
"Have you tried calling Lieutenant Benson this morning?" Barba wondered.
"I tried calling her before I got here to review over these tapes, but she never answered. I texted her a couple times and she hasn't said anything back either." Fin responded.
Barba pursed his lips. "That's a bit unusual for her, isn't it?" He asked concerned.
Fin shrugged. "It is, but I just assumed that she got home late last night and was trying to take care of Noah this morning."
Barba still seemed to be a bit skeptical."Try calling her again; see if she answers this time."
Fin nodded and pulled out his phone. Swipping it over, he went into contacts and clicked Olivia's contact. Once he pressed the phone icon, he put the phone up to his ear. Without even a single ring, the phone went automatically to voicemail. Fin gave puzzled look and took the phone off of his ear. He pressed the end button and the automated voice recording ended.
Barba had a similar puzzled look on his face. "What is it?" He wondered.
"The thing went straight to voicemail." Fin stated perplexed and amused. "Liv's phone never goes straight to voicemail! She always picks it up!"
Barba raised an eyebrow. "Have you tried contacting Rollins or Carisi?"
"I texted Amanda this morning and she never responded. Carisi is at the hospital with Delaney right now." Fin said. "I was actually going to go to the hospital later today to check up on how things were going." He looked back down at his phone. "And go check on Liv and Amanda."
Barba sighed. "I guess there isn't much more for you here. I'll look over a couple more of these photo's with child services until Liv can get here. You go on ahead to the hospital."
With Barba's un-needed permission, Fin exited the lawyers office to travel down to the hospital to check up on the situation.
"So, what exactly is going on right now?" Carisi asked Delaney, confused by the television show they were viewing.
"Okay, so the dude right there, that's Rick Grimes. Him and a couple of his group members are trying to get Maggie, that's the girl with the short brown hair and the really pale skin, to the doctor at the Hilltop. She's pregnant and she's having complications. Oh, and BTW, The Hilltop is another group like Rick's, a group of people just trying to survive." Delaney explained back to Carisi.
"Oh," Carisi spoke, understanding the plot more. "Is Maggie Rick's wife?"
Delaney shook her head. "No, Rick's wife died a couple seasons ago. Maggie's husband is Glenn. Rick is dating Michonne now."
Carisi looked confused again. "Well, where's Glenn?"
"Glenn, plus Daryl, Michonne, and Rosita, were kidnapped by the Saviors when they were out on a run. The Saviors are a group of people that invade other groups and steal their stuff." Delaney replied.
Carisi gritted his teeth. "Kinda selfish, don't you think?"
Delaney shrugged. "I mean, I guess so. That's not even the worst part yet."
Carisi raised his eyebrows. "What's the worst part, then?"
"Since Rick and his group killed a bunch of the Saviors, the leader of the Saviors, he's name is Negan, is going to choose one of Rick's people and beat them over the head with a barbed wire baseball bat he named Lucille." Delaney said.
Carisi winced. "That sounds pretty brutal." He said.
Delaney nodded. "Yeah, it's really messed up."
Carisi cleared his throat. "Well at least now I know waht to do if there ever is a zombie apoc..."
"Hey!" Delaney interrupted. "They are professionally called 'walkers'." She joked.
Carisi playfully scoffed. "Well, pardon me!" He joked and he and Delaney chuckled.
Delaney's attention was drawn back onto the screen, continuing to watch the morbid television show. Carisi fixed his eyes onto the screen, but he couldn't pay attention. For nearly the last hour, he has been trying to get in contact with Amanda, and each attempt has been a complete fail. He had already sent about five texts and Lord knows how many phone calls. It was very unlike her to not answer back her phone like that. They both really needed to get to work on finding Samuel, plus, he wanted to make sure she was doing okay. He never really got a chance to kiss her goodnight from all the commotion going on. He knew deep down that Amanda could handle herself, but that still didn't stop him from worrying about his love.
There was a sudden knock at the door, and Carisi and Delaney both turned their heads over as a nurse with teal scrubs came into the door. "Hello," She spoke politely with a big grin. "How is everything going this morning?"
"Everything's going fine so far." Delaney spoke with a smile. Carisi could tell she was doing a lot better from the night before.
"Alright that's good." the nurse replied. "Now Miss Rosenberry, I need to ask you a couple of questions about your physical and mental health."
"Okay," Delaney replied shortly.
"Now I want to warn you since a male is in the room that I will be asking questions about your reproductive system and menstrual cycle." The nurse warned ahead.
Delaney's face turned bright red as she tucked in her lips. She rubbed the back of her head and flexed her shoulders back. "Um, uh." She mumbled uncomfortably.
Carisi had already taken the hint and stood up out of his chair. "Hey," He spoke as Delaney and the nurse looked at him. "I think it's best I step out into the hallway for a couple moments." He could see Delaney's face give off a bit of relief, but still maintained the embarrassment. "I'll be right outside if you need me, Laney."
Delaney nodded awkwardly, indicating she was clear with Carisi's instructions. Carisi gathered hisself outside the hospital room. He leaned up against the wall next to the door and pulled out his phone. He pulled up the messages between him and Amanda, and sighed when discovering she still hadn't replied nor seen any of the messages. He thought about trying to send another one, but figured that it probably won't do much good either.
"Hey Carisi," Carisi looked over and found Fin walking up towards him from down the hallway.
"Fin," Carisi replied, pushing himself off the wall. "What are you doing here?"
"Came to check on everything going on here." Fin explained. "How's Delaney doing?"
Carisi shrugged. "For now, she's doing okay. Right now the nurse is asking her about her health issues and whatnot. I figured I'd step out for a moment."
Fin nodded, understanding what Carisi had meant. The sound of text message went off, and Carisi automatically reached for his phone. Expecting it to be Amanda, Carisi was met with instead a reminder text message about going over data limits. Carisi rolled his eyes and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
Fin noticed Carisi's tension and raised an eyebrow. "Everything alright there, man?"
Carisi sighed and propped his hand up against. "Yeah, I guess so. It's just that I've been trying to get in touch with Amanda for pretty much the past hour and she hasn't answered me back yet."
"Really?" Fin asked, generally suprised. "I've been trying to do the same with Liv since I woke up this morning!"
"And she hasn't answered you back, either?" Carisi asked.
Fin shook his head. "Not a single word spoken."
Carisi put his thumb and fore-finger over his temples and shook his head. "Something obviously not right than. It's be different if it was just one of them, but for it to be both of them?"
"Hey," Fin lightly tapped Carisi's shoulder. "I think we need to go to their apartments and check on them. See what's going on."
Carisi nodded with the plan. "I agree. Let's check Amanda's first. I gotta key just in case we need to get in."
Fin gave a half smirk. "You gotta key to her apartment?"
Carisi blinked a couple times before replying, "Yeah, you know, for just in case." He hadn't even realized exactly what he was saying before it was too late.
The nurse subtly stepped out of Delaney's room. "Detective, I'm finished asking Delaney her questions so you can come back in the room if you would like."
"Actually me and my co-worker were about to go out and find our Lieutenant and other detective, but I'll make sure and tell Delaney I'll be back soon." Carisi explained.
The nurse nodded and went off to help other patients. Carisi gentally opened up Delaney's door. Delaney sat with her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. The TV had been turned off as Delaney sat in silence. Whatever the nurse had to ask her obviously was making her uncomfortable.
"Laney-bug?" Carisi asked carefully and he entered into the room.
"Yeah Sonny?" Delaney asked, breaking the position she was sitting in and crossing her legs together.
"Detective Tutuola and I have to go out for a while to find Lieutenant Benson and Detecitve Rollins." Carisi explained subltly as he could.
Delaney arched her eyebrows. "What do you mean go out and find them?"
"It's nothing to be worried about, Delaney." Carisi reassured her. "We're just going to go and make sure they are okay. They haven't been answering our text or phone calls so we have to go and get them. Everything's going to be fine."
Delaney swallowed. "Why aren't they answering their calls?" she asked, and Carisi could tell she was about to get frantic.
"Hey," Carisi came closer to Delaney and rubbed the back of her head. "I'm sure that it's nothing, Laney. We're just going to go check on them, that's all, okay?"
Delaney nodded her head and looked down. "Okay," she spoke, but didn't sound very convinced.
Carisi lifted her head back up. "I'm only going to be gone for about two hours, and that's only at the most. I promise everything's gonna be okay."
Delaney bit her lip and wrapped her arms around Carisi's torso. "Okay, I trust you."
Carisi gave her a small hug back before having to let Delaney go. "I'll be back soon, alright?"
"I love you, Sonny." Delaney said back to him as he put his hand on the door.
Carisi gave a small smile. "I love you too, kid." He said and he opened up the door and left behind it.
The two Detectives made their way up to Amanda's apartment. Her door was, unsuprisingly, locked. She and almost everyone in New York had their doors locked as well.
Fin was the first to knock. "Hey Amanda!" He shouted through the door. "It's Fin and Carisi." A response was never given back.
Carisi observed the door. Right next to the door handle, was a cluster of red dots. "Fin," Carisi nudged him and pointed at the dot. "Please tell me that ain't blood."
Fin glared at the red dot himself. "I wish I could tell you it wasn't. Put the key in, man!"
Carisi pulled out his keys and turned to Amanda's. Sliding it into the doorknob, he turned it and opened up the door. What Amanda's apartment reavealed was a nightmare. Glass was shattered on the floor, drops of blood surrounding the shards. Her furniture was flipped over and the auroma of blood filled the apartment. Carisi noticed a foot sticking out from behind the flipped over couch. His heart raced as he reached over to the body.
He felt an ounce of relief when discovering it wasn't Amanda, but was even more sickened to find the body. A young teenage girl, no more than seventeen or eighteen, throat had been completely slit open. The glass that was used was still inside her neck. The girls wide, blue eyes were still opened, meaning she witnessed the whole crime. Her black hair and clothing were soaked in blood. Carisi didn't know her name, but knew that it was the babysitter. He drew a cross over his body in dedication for the deceased girl.
"Oh my God!" Fin exclaimed upon seeing the dead girls body. "Who is that?"
"I... I don't know her... name." Carisi stuttered. "But she's Amanda's babysitter."
A cry was suddenly abrupted from inside the apartment. It sounded like it was coming from a baby. "Jesse!" Carisi called out as he made a bee-line to the nursery. He opened up the door to Jesse's room and his heart nearly sunk. Little Jesse was sitting up-right in her crib, crying her tiny lungs out. Noah was standing up to next to the crib, sticking his hands in between the bars of the baby bed.
"Don't cry, Jesse." Little Noah spoke, tears falling down his little cheeks as well. Both little kids were terrified. Who knows how long they'd been in there? Noah looked up when he noticed the door was opened. "Mr. Sonny!" He called out. 'Mr. Sonny' was what he had be dubbed by via Noah.
Carisi got down on his knees as the little boy dove into his arms. Carisi got off of his knees and put Noah on his side. He went over beside the crib and with one free hand, picked Jesse up and layed her on his chest. Holding both the frightened children, Carisi managed to keep himself calm. He was probably just about as scared as the kids were. Who knows what they witnessed last night. Jesse was lucky enough to probably not be able to remember it when she got older, but Noah? He might not have been so lucky.
Fin came in not a moment later, shaking his head in shame. "Oh man," he mumbled under his breath.
"At least we have them now. We know the kids are safe." Carisi spoke over the squaling Jesse. Noah had managed to calm down a bit, but Jesse was still screaming her head off.
Fin came closer and took Noah out of Carisi's hands. "Hey, I've got him." Noah rested his head on Fin's shoulder, but Fin didn't seem to mind. "I've called Crime scene investigation and Internal Affairs. They'll be coming over here shortly and will be over at Liv's apartment too."
Carisi nodded as he adjusted Jesse's position. "Fin," He spoke just above a whisper. "What happened here last night?"
"That's what we're gonna find out." Fin replied. "I'm gonna get Noah outta here."
"Don't let him see what happened." Carisi said. "I'll bring Jesse outside when I get her calm."
Fin nodded and looked at the toddler he was holding on his side. "Hey little man. I need you to do something for Uncle Fin, please?" Noah nodded in response. "Okay dude, I need to you close your eyes hard and tight while we're in the living room, alright?"
"Why?" Noah questioned innocently.
"Well," Fin thought for a moment. "It's just a part of a game we're gonna play, okay bud?"
"Okay," Noah replied and closed his eyes.
Fin turned back to Carisi. "I'll meet you outside." He said as he guided Noah outside of the nursery.
Carisi turned his head to the red-faced Jesse. "Hey, it's okay Jesse." He moved her from his side and placed her on his chest. "Sshh, sshhh. It's gonna be okay, sweetheart. We're gonna find your Momma."
"Momma!" Jesse cried and leaned her head on Carisi's chest. Carisi looked back into the corner and sat in the rocking chair Amanda used quite often to get Jesse to sleep.
"I know Jesse, I know." He soothed the infant, rocking the chair with his feet back and forth. "Me and Fin and everybody else is gonna find your Momma, okay? Everything's gonna be okay."
"Dada!" Jesse cried and looked up at Carisi, pointing her tiny baby fingers up at him.
Carisi stopped moving his feet, and the chair stopped rocking. His eyes grew massive as he poined his head down at the child. He placed his hand behind Jesse's head and gentally leaned her back, just like how he used to do when she was a newborn. Carisi felt his heart sinking as he looked into Jesse's face. She was starting to calm down a bit after being rocked a few times, but her face still streamed tears. It took him a moment to process what Jesse had just called him. Looking into the eyes of the infant, he could tell how comforting it was to Jesse that he was holding her. He never even realized it, but he had seen those eyes every time he held her. It would make sense in Jesse's little mind that this man who has held her and took care of her since almost day one of her birth, would automatically be her father. Carisi was truly her father, even it not biologically.
As Jesse's meltdown was coming to a close, her tiny fingers wrapped around Carisi's index finger. She giggled softly as she moved his finger up to her face, and Carisi stroked her smooth cheek. He moved his finger up to her head and stroked the tiny locks of dark-auburn hair. Jesse gave him back a smile as he played with her hair. He wanted to smile back at her, but couldn't bring himself to it. There was too much pain to smile.
"That's right, Jesse." He spoke softly as he pulled Jesse back up to his chest. Jesse layed her head down on his shoulder as Carisi petted her back. "Daddy's here."
Getting back to the hospital was almost a complete nightmare for Carisi. He was getting non-stop calls from police departments that were searching for Olivia and Amanda, getting questions that he simply couldn't answer due to being at the hospital all night with Delaney. In the midst of those calls, Jesse wailing her little heart out. Continuously following Noah having a meltdown as well. He tried calming the kids as best he could, but found it difficult to simmer them down while on the phone with NYPD police officers searching the apartments of his Lieutenant and his loved one. However, due to countless prayers, they made it to the hospital in less than twenty minutes, and within ten minutes both children had been checked in and were being examined for internal and external injuries.
Carisi stood himself outside the exam room where Noah and Jesse were being examined. He had texted Lucy and told her the situation, and replied that she was on her way and that she'd been there as soon as she could. Now, he found himself on the phone with another NYPD police officer, giving him as much information as he could.
"The last time I saw Detective Rollins was about ten o'clock last night. We were interrogating a man at Rikers last night; Richard Rosenberry. After we left we went back to the hospital, and she left with Lieutenant Benson to find our new suspect. That was the last time I saw either of them." Carisi explained to the NYPD Missing Person's Unit. "This morning Detective Tutuola and myself went into Dectective Rollins' apartment and found it mangled. They were both missing, but we found Detective Rollins' daughter and Lieutenant Benson's son inside. They..." His voice cracked a bit. "They had been locked inside for hours." Carisi nodded as he listened to the other person speaking. "You're welcome. And thanks for the help." He ended as he hung up his phone.
"Detective Carisi?" A voice called out from down the hallway.
Carisi poked his head down towards the end of the hallway. A tall, darked-skinned man in a police uniform was making his way toward Carisi.
"That's me." Carisi said as he met the man half way.
"I'm a C.O. from Rikers, Charlie Reid." Carisi and Charlie quickly shook hands as Charlie continued. "You and Detective Rollins were interrogating Richard Rosenberry last night, right?"
Carisi nodded. "Yes, we were. We had just been given information on his past sexual abuses against his daughter."
Charlie shook his head. "Speaking of his daughter." He looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice. "She's in this hospital, isn't she?"
Carisi raised his eyebrow, but nodded. "Yeeaahh." He drugged out. "What does that have anything to do with it?"
Charlie sighed. "We believe that Richard Rosenberry has escaped prison."
Carisi's eyes widened as his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "What!" He exclaimed.
Fin came from inside the exam room out into the hallway. "What's going on, man?"
Charlie put out his hands. "Richard Rosenberry has escaped from prison."
Fin gave a look of disgust. "How'd you people manage to do that?"
Charlie sighed once again. "When we were conducting headcount this morning, we noticed that Richard wasn't present. We searched his room and found one of our newest C.O.'s beaten, bloody, unconscious and dressed in Richard's prison wear. The man broke his ribs, his nose, and God knows what else he did."
Carisi pointed his finger out. "So you mean to tell me... that somehow, the man who raped and abused his daughter, slipped through the cracks of Rikers and escaped?" Carisi's face was turning a bright red color.
Charlie let out a deep breath. "We sincerly appologize for the actions that have occured. We're making it our first effort to find him and any others that may have helped him escape." Charlie looked down at his wrist watch. "Speaking of, we have to start our search for Richard Rosenberry soon." He looked up at the two male detectives. "We will update you on anything we can find. Good day, detectives."
As Charlie walked passed the two, Fin turned his head and hollored, "Yeah, you better be!"
Carisi leaned himself up against the wall, shaking his head. "Fin, this ain't good. It's not good at all."
"I know, man." Fin replied, repeating Carisi's actions of shaking his head.
"Richard escapes prison the same time Amanda and Liv go missing." Carisi straightened his back up. "I hope to God this doesn't have some sort of connection. If he ever did anything to them I..."
"Hey man," Fin innterupted. "Don't think like that."
"It's hard not to, Fin." Carisi admitted as he pushed himself off the wall. "After seeing what he did to Delaney and what he put her through when she was just six years old, and him breaking out of prison around the same time Liv and Amanda go missing?" He rubbed him temples. "I just can't imagine that what he did to her, he's gonna do to them."
Fin sighed at Carisi's words. "They're still dusting for prints at Amanda's apartment. Don't get to caught ahead of yourself, Carisi." He spoke, though he didn't doubt that Carisi may be right. It was too oddly timed to be just a coincidence. "Maybe the best thing to do right now would let Delaney know what's going on."
Carisi shook his head. "Oh geez." He spoke. "When she finds out what happened, she'll have a complete mental breakdown."
"She has the right to know." Fin stated.
"I know!" Carisi exclaimed. "I know, I just..." He paused and looked inside the examination room. Jesse was sitting up-straight on the bed, crumbling up the paper she was sitting on. The nurse had a stethoscope over her tiny chest, listening to her heartbeat. Jesse laughed as the nurse made silly faces to her. On the other side, Noah sat in a waiting chair, playing with a toy truck he found in the kids waiting room. Carisi looked back at Fin. "She needs some time before I tell her."
Delaney and Carisi walked together down the hallways of the hospital. Delaney had finally become well enough to walk around, but she was still connected to her I.V. poll. Greatfully, she had been allowed to change into shorts and a comfy shirt.
"So, what exactly are we doing again?" Delaney asked, lugging the poll behind her.
"You'll see," Carisi smirked and gave her a nudge.
Delaney rolled her eyes and chuckled. "You are so weird!" She joked. Then she pursed her lips. "Sonny?"
"Yeah?" Carisi answered back, slowing down their pace.
Delaney stopped walking completely. Her hand gripped on the I.V. poll she was forced to carry with her. She looked down at her feet. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all the trouble I've been causing." She picked her head up. "I'm also sorry for lying, saying that I've never being molested." She shook her head. "It's... it's just so hard to talk about."
Carisi scrunched his lips and placed them in the corner of his face and placed his hand on Delaney's shoulder. "Hey kid," He said as Delaney looked up at him. "You don't have to appologize. None of this is your fault, Delaney. I understand that it's hard to speak up about things like that, especially to a man. But you wanna know something?" Delaney nodded in response. "I'm proud of you, Laney. I'm proud that you were able to speak up about what happened to you."
"Really?" Delaney asked, almost excitedly and gave a bright smile.
"Of course." Carisi smiled himself, but only because Delaney was smiling. "Now come on, kid. I wanna show you something." He and Delaney started again walking down the hallway. It was killing him inside that he would soon have to tell her that her rapist father had escaped prison. She was in such a great and happy mood for it to soon be destroyed by fear. He hated that he was practically trying to make her feel good to try and keep her from having a mental breakdown. He wanted to rip off the band-aid, but knew all to well what it could lead to for her.
They quickly got to the examination floor, and Carisi stopped at the door where the kids were. He turned back to Delaney. "So, I have a suprise for you in this room; but, you have to close your eyes first."
Delaney playfully scoffed, but smiled and closed her eyes tightly. "No peaking." Carisi joked as he opened up the door.
"I'm not gonna peak!" Delaney exclaimed.
Carisi took Delaney's free hand and guided her into the exam room. She took a few steps in and stopped when Carisi let go of her hand. She felt Carisi turn her body to face a certain direction, but she couldn't tell which way. "Okay," Carisi said as he took a step back. "You can open your eyes now."
Delaney quickly opened her eyelids, and her eyes were immediately fixed onto the baby that was sitting on the exam bed. Her face gave back a giant smile. She turned her head to the chair in the corner. Fin was holding Noah, who had fallen asleep.
"Delaney," Carisi said as he walked over and picked up Jesse. "Meet little Jesse."
Delaney let out a small laugh. "Hey, little Jesse." she went up the the infant and grabbed onto her hand. Jesse wrapped her baby fingers around Delaney's index finger. "She's so precious." She started to tickle Jesse, causing a burst of laughter to come from the baby.
"Do you wanna hold her?" Carisi asked.
"Can I?" Delaney asked with excitment.
"Of course." Carisi replied, and gentally transferred Jesse into Delaney's free arm.
Delaney adjusted Jesse on her side, keeping her arm around the infant. "Hey there, sweet girl." Delaney said as Jesse began to coo. Delaney kissed the baby on the cheek. "Where's Amanda at?"
Carisi tucked his lips under and looked over at Fin. Fin was nodding as he adjusted the sleeping Noah in his lap. Carisi knew that it was coming up quick, but he desperatly didn't want to tell her. He thought about not telling her, but couldn't just straight up lie to her. This was a man who raped her and destroyed her childhood. He abused her and almost killed herself because of it. Even if it would hurt her, she needed to know what was going on.
Delaney could see the tension behind Carisi's eyes, and her smile turned into a frown. "What is it, Sonny?"
Carisi sighed. "Delaney, you might wanna sit down."
Delaney swallowed, and handed Jesse back to Carisi. Once she was settled on the bed, Carisi handed Jesse back to her. "Did something happen to Amanda?" Delaney worried.
Carisi hesitated. He was scared of how she would react, and hoped that she would remain calm while she was holding Jesse. The whole reason he did this was so she could stay calm. "Delaney," He started off. "Do you love Jesse?"
Delaney looked at Jesse, and nodded. "Yeah, of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?"
Carisi continued with his questions. "You want Jesse to be happy, don't you?"
Delaney nodded. "Yeah, of course."
Carisi bit his lip before speaking. "Delaney, what I'm about to tell you, you have to stay calm when I tell you. If you have a panic attack, it'll scare Jesse and upset her. You don't want that, right?"
"Sonny," Delaney spoke. "I'll be okay. I can handle it." She reasurred him.
Carisi let out a sigh. "Delaney... you're dad escaped prison last night, and we think he has Amanda and Lieutenant Benson."
Delaney eyes widened as her body began shaking. Carisi obviously could tell something was up and took Jesse from her arms. Delaney pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped one arm around them. She started breathing heavily until Carisi realized she was hyperventilating.
"Woah, Delaney." Carisi said and put his hand on her shoulder. Delaney looked up at him. "Slow down your breathing, you'll pass out."
"I... can't... stop." She breathed in between words. At this point Fin had stood up and set Noah back down in the chair.
"Yes you can, Delaney. Just do it slowly. Breath in..." Delaney followed his commands and Carisi did them with her. "And breath out." Delaney let out her ragid breath. Delaney repeated the process a few more times until she was finally calm. "Are you okay?" Carisi asked her.
"I'm okay." Delaney said, still trying to get her breathing back together. "I just got really scared. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, kid." Fin spoke to Delaney.
"How did it happen?" Delaney asked. "How did he escape?"
"We're not sure yet." Carisi replied sorrowly. "We've got police investigating where we think your dad is. We're not gonna let him get away with this."
Delaney nodded, and looked down at her feet. "Can I hold Jesse again?"
Carisi was a bit skeptical, but figured since she was calm, she'd be okay holding her. Delaney crossed her legs together as Carisi placed Jesse in her lap. Delaney put her hands on Jesse's back. Jesse looked up at the saddened Delaney and smiled, causing Delaney to chuckle slightly. Carisi felt much better about how Delaney was handling herself, considering what she had been through in the last 14 hours.
"You sure you're doing okay?" Carisi asked Delaney, who had begun being entertained by Jesse.
"I'm a little better, now." Delaney replied, but Carisi could still here the sadness behind her voice. She looked over at Carisi as she pulled Jesse closer to herself. "I'm just scared of what he'll to the them." She looked back at Jesse. "And if I'm next."
Richard was seated on a barstool, enjoying his first meal in six weeks that wasn't prison food; a fresh ham, cheese, and mayonnaise sandwich with potato chips, a pickle, and a beer. He had been proud that Samuel had found an old house that wasn't completely falling apart. Sure, it didn't have any air conditioner and the place was kind of filthy, but it was abandoned and had a basement... and that's all they needed.
It took a little longer to break out as he thought he would. Posing as a police officer getting off duty was harder to do than he thought. Plus the added stress of not trying to get caught, it somehow turned out to work! His favorite part having to be when he knocked out the C.O.
Richard had just gotten back from his late night interrigation with Detectives Rollins and Carisi, and knew that he was behind on time. Jake Winston, one of the C.O.'s on Richard's block, was getting off duty in about twenty minutes. It was either now, or never.
Richard started violently coughing, holding onto his chest to add to the effect. He put in a couple of gasps in the middle to make it more realistic. In no less than thirty seconds, the young, blonde, C.O. started running to his cell. Upon realizing that Richard was 'choking', he quickly opened up the cell and ran inside. Jake got behind Richard, preparing to start the heimlich maneuver, before his face was met with Richard's elbow.
Jake fell to the ground, in somewhat of a shock from the sudden impact. He gasped, and was ready to get back up and call for backup before being kicked in the ribs. When he screamed out from the pain, he felt a foot plunge into his throat. Richard had never felt so alive before. He took one last kick into the C.O.'s head, and completely knocked him out. Richard pulled the corners of his mouth up, forming a devilish smile that showed off his yellowish teeth.
He turned Jake over and started to undress him, stripping him of everything he wore expect his underwear. Richard began to take off his own orange jumpsuit, transferring his clothing onto Jake's body. He then proceeded to put on Jake's C.O. uniform. It was a little tight on Richard, given he had a little more muscle than Jake did, but it wasn't enough for anybody to really tell. He put on Richard's cap, covering up any of his brown hair he had. Once he had finished getting dressed, he dragged Richard into bottom bunk of the bed and covering him him with the blanket.
Richard casually walked out of the cell, making sure to keep his head down. He was lucky enough that a fight had broken out, so many of the C.O.'s had gone to break it up. It only took him about five minutes to checking in/ out. The only person around was a warden behind a desk staring deep in her computer, not even paying any attention to what was going on. Richard quickly picked out Jake Winston's card, put in the the time slot, and casually walked out of the prison. He quickly found Samuel's car and hoped in his car, riding off like there was no tomorrow; just like that, he was a free man again. The only thing on his mind... revenge.
"So Dick," Samuel said to Richard from inside the living room area of the old house. "How's it like being a free man again?"
"I gotta say, man; I don't feel much different. The only difference is that I'm not confined to one tiny room with bars on the windows." Richard replied as he took a huge bite of his sandwich. "The food is better though."
The last line caused Sam to give a chuckle. "Yeah man, I bet." He said as he came into the kitchen area.
"You know, none of this woulda happened if Delaney would have just kept her mouth shut!" Richard exclaimed as he chomped on his pickle. "You know they found the pictures, man."
Samuel scoffed. "I know, that's why I haven't been back to my apartment. I ain't trying to get killed." Samuel shook his head. "but you know, I loved those pictures." He gave another small laugh as he clamped his hands together and put his elbows on the counter. "Sometimes when I couldn't sleep at night, I'd take out those pictures; relive those moments when she was just a kid. How little and sweet she was. Then I'd watch the video's and... I'd just go at it for hours. I would just... do it to myself until I was finished. Then, I would sleep like a baby."
"I know that." Richard said as he took a swige at his beer. "That's why I let you have the pictures and videos. I knew you always had a thing for children, man."
"But you never let me have sex with Delaney?" Samuel questioned. "Why was that?"
Richard pointed his finger at him. "Because she was mine. The moment Vicki lost custody of her and Stevie I claimed her. Just be greatful I let you take and keep the pictures!"
Samuel rolled his eyes. "Right... Richard Rosenberry everyone. Doesn't care if you're six years old or sixty-six years old... if you're a female you're his type." He spoke sarcastically.
Richard almost choked on his beer. He coughed, laughing as he said. "Yeah man, that pretty much sums it all up."
"Speaking of female's you're type." Samuel said. He pointed his direction towards an old, wooden door leading to the basement. "When are we gonna start on them?"
Richard shook his head. "Man, we can't start now! We haven't even finished the plan, yet."
Samuel groaned. "Come on, Dick! All this talk about sex and dominance got me all worked up." He practically begged. "We can get one down for now and then do the other one later."
Richard still didn't seem so convinced. "I don't want to do one of them and then wait to do the other one. That doesn't make it as fun."
Samuel rolled his eyes once again. "Come on, Richie!" He said annoyed. "We aren't even going to finish until late tonight. Don't you wanna get a head start?"
Richard huffed, and took another sip of his beer. He thought for a moment before replying. "Okay, fine!" He exclaimed as Samuel silently celebrated. "But... I get to pick who I want to."
"That's fine with me." Samuel replied, almost giddy like.
Richard took one last bite at his sandwich and got off of the barstool. Him and Samuel headed over to the door. He was actually getting a bit excited himself. It had been a while since he could let out his frustrations, and he was more than ready to let it all out of him.
She had never felt more alive in her life. His touch was gentle and caring. His skin was soft and smooth. His lips sweet with passion, and as their lips touched together, it was like sparks were flying between them. She felt safe wrapped up in his arms, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.
Amanda gasped in between their kisses, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck. Carisi cupped one hand over her cheek, the other one exploring her body. Amanda pulled herself closer to Carisi as they gave into each other more. Their lips pressed against each other's they held onto each other. After another long, passionate kiss, Amanda pulled away a took a deep breath in.
"You okay?" Carisi checked on her, catching his own breath as well.
"Yeah," Amanda panted. "I'm perfectly fine." She pulled away from Carisi's embrace and slumped back onto her bed. "That... was... beautiful."
Carisi smiled at Amanda, and layed down and curled up next to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as Amanda snuggled her head on Carisi's chest. They layed there for serveral moments, enjoying each other's warmth and touch. It was the first time Amanda had ever felt such tender and pure love like that. She had found her true love.
"I love you so much, Amanda." Carisi whispered in her head before placing a kiss on top of her head.
"I love you too, Sonny." And Amanda meant it; she really did love him.
Something felt off to Amanda as she was coming back to her senses. She wasn't wrapped up in Carisi's arms, underneath the warm and soft covers of her bed; rather, she felt cold and alone. Underneath her wasn't a soft matress, but a hard floor. She thought maybe she fell off the bed, but she had carpet, and this was definitely not carpet flooring. She gentally opened her eyes, finding that she was in some sort of cage. She moaned, feeling the splitting headache reach the back of her head.
"Amanda?" She heard someone say, but it was obviously not Carisi. It was for sure a womans voice.
"Liv?" Amanda guessed. "Liv is that you?"
"Yeah," Olivia replied shortly.
"What... what happened?" Amanda stuttered as she put her hands around the bars of the cage. "Where... are we?"
"I don't know where we are." Olivia explained. "But it's Richard Rosenberry. He escaped Rikers. He and I think Samuel Wooden were the one's in the apartment last night."
Amanda's eyes widened. "The kids?" She asked. "Where are they? Where's Jesse?"
Olivia shook her head. "He won't tell me. All he tells me is to 'not worry about them'."
Amanda covered her mouth as she gasped. "Oh my God." She said, nearing tears.
A short moment later, the two captive women heard two sets of off-beat footsteps. They looked at each other, both knowing who was coming down the stairs. When the footsteps stopped, the large metal door swung opened, and Richard and Samuel both stepped in.
"Now lookie there." Richard pointed over towards Amanda. "The little blonde one's awake."
Amanda looked back at him with a disgusted look. "Don't call me that!" She practically hissed back.
Richard marched himself to Amanda's cage and banged the top of the cage loudly. Amanda jolted, covering her head with her hands and backed away into the corner of the cage. Richard balled his fist together. "Here's the deal, little missy. You don't try that mess again, and I'll be a little generous to you, you got that?"
Amanda nodded. "What did you to with my daughter?"
Richard sucked his teeth together. "You're daughter? Hmm?" He turned around to Samuel. "Sam, what did we do with that little girl... Jesse I think was her name?"
"Yeeeahh," Samuel drugged out. "Little Jesse..." He turned around and faced Olivia. "and Noah was your's I bet?"
"You two don't have to do this." Olivia stated, avoiding Samuel's question about Noah.
Richard started to chuckle, walking away from Amanda's cage and stopped in the middle of the room. "You're right about that; we don't have to do this. Here's the thing, though..." He walked over to Olivia's cage and squatted down to face her. "We want to do this." He started laughing again as he stood back up.
"Richard listen to me!" Olivia exclaimed. "You don't realize how much worse you're making it on yourself."
"Oh just shut up, 'Miss Lieutenant'!" Samuel commanded.
Olivia ignored Samuel's advice. "Richard, you and Sam are holding two female NYPD officers hostage..."
"Don't you think I know that?" Richard asked sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "You think I'm so stupid perv, don't you?"
Olivia shook her head. "I never said that, Richard."
"Then what are you trying to say?" Richard yelled more than asked.
"Liv," Amanda's voice was warning from across the room.
Olivia ignored Amanda's warning and put up her hands, choosing her words as carefully as possible. "I'm saying... that there are going to be many NYPD officers searching for us from many different units. If they find us, you and Samuel are going to have many additional charges added to your sentences..."
"STOP TALKING!" Richard screamed, turning his body around to face Amanda's cage instead.
"Kidnapping, unlawful inprisonment, escaping from prison, aiding in a prison break." Olivia listed with a bold voice. "You and Samuel could be locked away for life!"
"You know what?" Richard stated as he turned around and looked at Olivia. He pointed at Samuel. "Sam, get her out of the cage!"
Samuel nodded at his commands. He bent down and pulled out a set of keys. He flipped them over until he found the right one, and inserted it into the padlock around the door. He turned the key until he heard the click noise, and took the padlock off and opened the cage door. Samuel reached inside and grabbed onto Olivia's arm. She fought against him until he slapped her across the face, and easily pulled her out of the cage.
He threw Olivia onto the ground, laying her down on her back. Samuel grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. She squirmed around until Richard sat down on her body, nearly crushing her underneath. She tried catching her breath from the sudden loss of air.
"Man! Already outta breath and I haven't even started, yet!" Richard exclaimed as he started unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
Olivia's emotions were suddenly panicking. She had been in situations like this before, but never had it gone this far. With William Lewis, it was just him. She easily fought him off, but now there were two of them; one was pinning her down as the other was about to manipulate her. The only back-up she had was locked in a cage ten feet away from her.
"Well," Olivia looked down at Richard. She was caught up in her thoughts she didn't even realize that her pants and undergarments had been torn off from her body. Richard's pants and underwear were discarded as well. "Let's get this train going!"
Olivia felt her legs being spread apart against her will. "Richard!" She panted. Was this really going to go down like this? "You don't have to do this, okay? It doesn't have to go down like this! We can work something out!"
Richard shook his head, kissing his teeth. "See, that's the thing, Olivia. It could have gone differently. I mean, I was gonna pick blondie over there instead." He pointed over towards the disturbed detective. He directed his attention back to Olivia. "but..." he pointed at Olivia. "You wanted to talk trash. You kept going on and on and... BAM! Just like that! I picked you instead!" He laughed a bit. "You're just like Delaney; just don't know when to shut your mouth!"
Olivia squirmed underneath her restraints, only making Samuel's grip tighter. "Richard," she said slowly. "If you do this... the whole NYPD department will want your head on a platter." She tilted her head. "Is this really worth losing everything over?"
"Oh honey," Richard spoke as he moved himself closer to Olivia's body. "I've never lost anything, yet; and I plan on keeping it that way."
Olivia's body tensed up as Richard put himself inside of her. She bit down on her lip as the burning, stinging, uncomfortable penetration completely took over her body. She was frozen as her body processed what was happening to her.
"You like that?" Richard asked her as he pushed himself harder in Olivia's body.
Olivia moaned at the pain she was feeling. She didn't even noticed when tears started streaming down her face. It was the most gruesome pain she had ever felt in her life. The pain wasn't even the worst part; it was the thought of being violated. She felt so dirty it made her want to scream. Even when she knew that none of it was her fault, she still wanted to blame herself for it. It hurt so much that she just wanted to die!
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Richard asked as Olivia looked up at him. "Is it to much for you to handle?" He laughed back at her menacingly as he pushed himself inside her violently.
Olivia screamed as he forced himself harder inside of her. Richard's laugh burned inside of her brain, taunting her. She bent her head back, trying to keep her tears inside. She didn't want him to see that he was causing her real pain.
"Cry all you want, sweetheart!" Richard stated. Olivia cringed at the nickname 'sweetheart', knowing that's what Carisi sometimes calls Delaney. "I don't mind it at all!"
"You're... gonna go... to hell!" Olivia fought back at him, taking in heavy breaths in between to try and balance out the pain.
Amanda watched as her Lieutenant was brutally manipulated, trying to hold back her own tears. She and Olivia had worked for nearly five years with victims of sexual assult. Now, she watched as her longtime friend was becoming one of those victims.
She couldn't control her emotions anymore. Amanda turned away and let her sobs go, feeling completely helpless and foolish. Her she was; a Dectective for the NYPD Special Victims Unit, locked inside of a cage while two sick and evil men raped her Lieutenant in front of her. She felt weak, a feeling she had barely ever felt before, but hated it when it came around.
Samuel noticed that Amanda was turned away, and huffed out an angry breath. "Hey!" He hollored at her. When Amanda didn't turn around, He transferred both of Olivia's wrist into one hand and reached inside of his pants. He pulled out Amanda's pistol that he stole from her last night, and pointed it in her direction. "Hey blondie! Turn you're head around!"
Amanda reluctantly turned around, and her eyes widened as she found Samuel pointing her gun at her. She fell from her knees as her whole body began to shake.
"Turn around again, and I'll put a bullet in you're chest!" Samuel yelled at Amanda.
"Don't hurt her, please!" Olivia begged while still being assulted.
Richard's palm flew across Olivia's face, sending her head facing Amanda. "Shut up and let me finish!"
Olivia kept her focus on Amanda for the rest of the assult. Amanda mouthed words to her like "I'm sorry," or "It's not your fault,", but wasn't too conviced that it wasn't her fault.
It took about twenty minutes for Richard to finish up. He gasped for air as he pushed in one final time, and collapsed on top of Olivia. "Oh man, that was good!" He took a couple breaths in before he pushed himself back up. "Was that good for you?"
Olivia didn't say anything back. She just layed there, watching Richard as he pulled his pants back up.
Richard gritted his teeth. "I said..." He got back down closer to Olivia and grabbed her face. "Was it good for you?"
Olivia closed her eyes, and nodded as more tears involuntarily fell from her eyes. She had never felt more disgusted in her life.
Richard smiled at her. "That's a good girl." He stood up and adjusted his pants and belt. "Sam, put her back in her cage."
Sam followed his commands and put Olivia back in her cage. She didn't put up much of a fight as Samuel dragged her into her cage and locked it back. She pushed herself into the corner of the cage and wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them into her chest. She had seen Delaney do that position so many times that it kind of imprinted on her.
Once Richard was finished adjusting himself, he turned his attention to Amanda. "Don't think you're in the clear just yet. We'll get to you later tonight." He turned back to Samuel and patted him on the back. "Let's head back up stairs, man." The two sick men went to the door and went up the stairs, Samuel following Richard.
Amanda didn't even response to what he told her. She was to angry at him for what he did to Olivia. She really wished he had picked her instead, so Olivia didn't have to go through what Amanda had gone through herself.
"Olivia?" Amanda spoke up once she thought they were gone. "Liv, are you okay?"
Olivia sat quietly, staring down at her feet. She had been raped. The moments replied in her head like a video tape. Everything was still so clear to her. The pain, the feelings, emotions; it was all there! She could hear Amanda calling out her name but couldn't respond to her. She couldn't bring herself to speak after what happened to her. The very thing that she had helped other victims with and tried to prevent so many times, had just happened to her. She was a victim of rape. Olivia Benson had been raped.
Sorry again for the long wait. I intended for this chapter to be longer, but I figured right there would be a good stopping point. I'll try and keep a good pace of updating from now on. Love you all!
~PrettyFlower99