Still Important Information: It only gets creepier from here on out. If you watch SVU, you'll most certainly notice some familiar detectives. Of course I own nothing and garish no wages from this fictional fun with words.

Part 3

Detectives Benson and Stabler sat on a couch, across from Max and her mother on a matching love seat. Max was visibly upset and both detectives were sure the girl's concern and worry were genuine.

Stabler moved so his elbows balanced on his knees and pinned Max with his eyes, "Okay, so the twins never mentioned any new friends? Maybe someone they had met online?"

Max shook her head. "No and don't call them that."

Stabler's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion while Max's mother tried to hush her, but Max refused to be quiet. "No mom, they don't like it when people just bunch them together. Their names are Zack and Cody."

Benson and Stabler shared a glance and he continued. "Sorry about that Max, we didn't know. So is there anything else you can think to tell us about Zack and Cody?"

Max looked down at her twisting fingers. "Someone had to of taken them. They just wouldn't disappear. They wouldn't do that to their mom."

Stabler looked down at the list of friends, "So besides their friends, did they have any girlfriends?"

Max laughed sadly, "They have new girlfriends every week."

Stabler smiled. "Who are their girlfriends this week?"

Max shrugged, "no one. Cody and Emma broke up last week and as of two days ago Tiffany is not speaking to Zack. He forgot their two week anniversary."

Benson nodded, while Stabler stood and looked to Max's mother. "Ma'am if I could talk to you in private for a moment?"

Ellen looked surprised but quickly jumped to her feet, "of course Detective, is the kitchen alright?"

He nodded and she led him away, as soon as they cleared the room, Benson abandoned her couch and moved to sit next to Max. "Anything you tell me I will do my best to keep from the parents, but it's very important you tell me anything you think will help."

Max quickly agreed. "Okay, but I really don't know anything."

"That's alright, just answer my questions the best you can. Now, were Cody and Zack having sex with all those girls?"

A blush spread across Max's face and she spoke to her lap. "Not even. They lost their virginity last year to Jessica and Janice Ellis."

"Sisters?"

Max snorted. "Jessica and Janice are identical twins and they wanted to lose their virginity to identical twins at the same time. Probably in the same bed," she blushed redder even as she rolled her eyes.

While that wasn't even a one on the shocking scale of things she'd heard it still made her arch an eyebrow. "Huh. What about other girls?"

Max shrugged. "One or two, I think. Zack and Cody are really sweet and they let the girls set the pace. They tell each other everything but they don't spread it around."

"So there aren't any girls they'd run off to see or be staying with, hiding out?"

Max quickly shook her head. "No, I'm telling you they wouldn't do that."

Sensing a dead end, Olivia moved her words another direction. "Have there been any adults who might have been a little more interested in Zack and Cody than they should have been? Anyone acting strange?"

"No. We've been talking about twins in biology so people have been paying them more attention. Not any adults though."

"Okay." Olivia didn't think anything here was going to pan out. She stood up. "You have my card right?" She glanced at her watch; the comic book shop should be open.

Carey clutched Cody's blue blanket and the shirt Zack had worn yesterday, every once in awhile she'd lift the fabrics to her face for a deep scent of her boys. Behind her, Moseby was on the phone, she could hear him trying to organize a time for all the employees to speak to a detective. Further away she could hear her ex-husband on his cell phone, cancelling engagements. She tried to pay attention to the woman telling her what to say to the press but she couldn't quite believe this was real. Everything seemed so nightmare like and she really wanted to wake up.

Detective Harris leaned into the doorway of their computer lab. It wasn't a very big room. There was only one member of the PC lab for their unit anyway. Blythe was the best at what she did though and Harris wouldn't trade her for the entire staff of the bigger units. She'd only had the new office a week but she had definitely made it her own. The white walls were now this purplish-blue color that Harris knew Blythe called periwinkle. It was her "lucky Mojo" color. There were at least 7 different monitor screens all running different things, though one remained a steady picture of the Martin Twins.

Blythe herself was hunched over a laptop, her roller chair swaying with her movements. Her dark brown hair swung in a ponytail, while a getaway lock was tucked behind her ear. She pushed up her glasses and shook her head. "Either come in Harris or stop lurking in my doorway. I'll get a complex."

He smiled and stepped into the room. "Brought you one those fancy not coffee drinks you like."

She smiled. "And now we're friends again." She gestured to the laptop, "is this the only laptop the twins have?"

"Yep, they got for their 16th from their ol'man. He couldn't afford two so they had to share, something I gather they didn't do well. Their whole room was split into his and mine. Find anything?" Harris grabbed a chair and flopped down onto it.

"The most boring porn in history, our boys are very vanilla. Some school folders, some chats with girls. Some boring e-mails, no flags, no chats with adults. Heck no chat rooms period, just a chat box with friends. If they met the perp online, it wasn't on this laptop."

"Damn. So dead end." Harris slumped further into his chair and dropped his head back, he stared at the ceiling. "I got the chief barking down my back, turns out the twins are friends with London Tipton. She's babysat them for Christ sakes and one of them is the "director" for her internet show. She adores them and says Daddy will turn the whole police department into a bakery if we don't find them."

"I like my new office so I guess we better find them. Have you got anything?"

Harris shook his head without lifting it. "The dogs tracked them to hotel, but can't pinpoint where as their scents are all around the place. The comic book guy reported seeing them right at closing. He says the twins were happy and left with a couple of comics. None of their friends know anything. They just disappeared."

"Anymore interviews to come in yet?" Blythe glanced at her screens, before making an adjustment to one.

"Yeah, we're still interviewing employees at the Tipton. Benson and Stabler went to their school, so we still holding on that too."

"Well I got them into the FBI database and the Amber alert has been running hourly. There aren't any sex offenders living in the immediate area that fit the profile, just a guy on for prostitution with a female."

Harris nodded. "Thanks, between the Tipton hotel and London Tipton the press is starting to swarm. I know we can get the dad to make a public statement. I don't know if the mom is able, but I guess we'll find out. They're setting up to do the first."

"Have you put together a timeline yet?" Blythe paused, her fingers over her keyboard.

"It's in the bullpen, but I'll save you the three feet walk out the door. Might help me to talk it though," He pinched the bridge of his nose, "They left school with some friends at 3, got to the friend's house at 3:20, the friends say nothing odd happened. The twins left the friend's house at 5:40. The comic book guy reported seeing them at 6. Then nothing, the dogs trace them to the hotel, but according to Moseby they never came in."

Blythe read over the words she'd typed, "When did it break to the press?"

Harris glanced at his watch. "Shit, it's 11. I guess it broke around 7 am."

"You've been up since the call at 2 this morning, you going to take a break?"

Harris stood and stretched. "I'll take a few hours in the back when Benson and Stabler get in. We'll switch off, that way the first 48 will be covered."

"I'll be here. I'm still trying to find a street camera that caught anything." Blythe turned back to her keyboard. "I'll let you know."

He clapped a hand on her shoulder as he stood, "thank you." Harris had almost reached the door when it swung open. He barely avoided getting hit.

"Harris?" the officer barked.

"Where's the fire Roberts?"

"There's a girl out here that works for the Tipton, Maddie something. She says she knows who took the twins."

Harris rushed passed the man. "Where is she?"

"Mommy!" Cody dropped the remote in his hast to get in front of the TV, Zack seconds behind him. They stopped practically nose to the screen, between the size of the large screen and the camera angle, Carey was large as life.

"Please, they're all I have. If you've seen anything please call the police, please help us find our boys." Carey spoke clearly through the tears that rolled down her face. There was a picture of them at the bottom of the screen.

Cody and Zack were so focused on their mother they didn't even take notice of the people around her. Zack absently noticed she was wearing one of his shirts over hers and that she clutched Cody's blankie.

"Please let them stay together," a rough, gruff voice pushed out.

"Dad," Zack whispered and looked to the haggard man standing next to their mom. He looked to be physically holding her up.

"They've only been apart two weeks in their whole life, just please let them stay together." He paused, obviously pulling himself together, "Please just let them come home. Don't hurt them." He turned his face into Carey's hair.

Zack had never seen his dad cry and now he was doing it on TV. Cody pressed in next to him and he didn't have to look to know Cody was crying, because if tears were running down his face than Cody was certainly crying. He knew all the shaking wasn't just him.

Their picture went to the middle of screen with their eye color, hair color, heights and weights beneath and voice over said. "Zack and Cody Martin are identical twins with green eyes and dark blonde hair. They were last seen at the Acme Comic book shop on Veronica Blvd, yesterday at 6:00 pm. If you have any information, police are asking you to please step forward." The number at the bottom of the screen went bold before going back to its regular size.

The picture faded back and their parents were full screen again.

To the side of them, Sir said, "maybe you'll get to go home to them."

Zack raised a finger to the screen and traced his mom's features as he replied. "We know who you are. You'll never let us go home."

Sir mentally rethought his strategy, as young as they looked, they were 16 and smart.

On the screen Carey looked into the lens of the camera as it closed in on her. "Zack, Cody I love you." She broke into sobs.

Cody sniffled and rested his forehead against the screen. "We love you too mommy." Zack's throat was too tight for him to speak so he nodded.

Moseby stepped up next to their parents at the podium. "My name is Marion Moseby. I am the manager of the Boston Tipton. On behalf of London Tipton and the Tipton family we are offering a $100,000 reward for any information which directly leads to Zack and Cody's safe return." Moseby looked to the closest camera. "To the person or persons holding Zack and Cody, if you return them, that money will be yours, no questions asked. Just let them go."

Zack swallowed thickly. "See Cody he does like us."

Cody nodded. "I bet London's pissed I'm not there for 'Yay Me'."

Sir studied the boys in front of the TV and decided the best course of action. "You're right, I can't release you."

The TV returned to the large picture of the twins and both boys turned as one to look at him. He had never been unnerved by his 'guests' before but those green eyes focusing on him was pretty close.

"We know." Cody moved in closer to Zack.

He liked the way they spoke for each other. The way they moved into each other whenever they were unsure. "Let me explain how this will work. You do as I tell you and behave I will make sure you stay together and go somewhere relatively safe."

"What's relatively safe?"

He'd known Zack would be the more forceful of the two, the one more likely to question him, but he was a little surprised how Cody didn't shy away from Zack's confrontation. "It means I won't sell you to someone who will whore you out to anyone who can pay." They flinched hard and he continued softer, "If you're good it means you'll go to someone who'd treasure the two of you. Someone who'd not hurt you. Someone who'd give you gifts and comics, but most importantly it means you two would stay together."

He let that sink in for a moment before he casually added. "Of course, if you choose not to cooperate I still won't be able to let you go. So I'd have to try to change your tune, the shock collars go rather high. I can also use the chloroform to knock you out and once you're out I can do whatever I want with you. If none of that changes your attitude I start removing body parts, toes are pretty negotiable."

They looked frightened at the mention of being knocked out but they paled at the mention of the toes. He could nearly see the fight going out of them. He continued to press his point home. "Now if that didn't work, I might decide you're not worth the trouble. In which case I could leave you in that little closet until you starved to death, as there really is no way out. Or I could sell you to separate people, countries away from each other." His eyes narrowed and his voice went from causal to hard with promise, "And I guarantee if I do that you two will never see each other again."

Sir wasn't ready for the strong reaction this last threat caused. It garnished more response than losing body parts or dying had. He could tell they were trying to hide it but their faces revealed he'd found their most deep seeded terror.

Zack trembled, trying to control the absolute fear and he knew Cody was just as terrified. He wanted to be strong and act like he wasn't affected by the mad man's speech but he was. He was terrified and so was Cody. He couldn't be separated from Cody. He'd go crazy. He didn't want to lose any toes or watch Cody lose any. He tilted his head enough to meet Cody's eyes and didn't look away as he said, "Just tell us what to do and we'll do it."

Cody knew what Zack was telling him and released a deep breath, "We'll behave Sir. We promise." He'd rather lose toes than lose Zack and he'd rather not lose any of those. He knew for certain he couldn't function without Zack and if following Sir's rules was the only way to keep his twin he'd follow them.

Sir grinned. "Good. I knew you two were smart. I'm glad we can skip all the nasty parts. The girl before you had to lose 3 toes and could practically light a bulb from the electric shocks before she figured it out. She went to a good home after that." He walked close enough to cup their faces, one chin in each hand. To their credit, while they remained stiff and slightly shook, they didn't fight his hold. He tilted their faces up so their eyes went to him. "You two are most extraordinary. I'll make sure you go to someone that will appreciate you and who wants more than anything to keep you together." He brushed the flat of his thumb over their lips.

"He's got to be the one." Maddie repeated, not understanding why these cops weren't going after the perv.

Harris sighed. "I know Miss. Fitzpatrick just go through this with us one more time. Mr. Todd Kredi stays at the hotel every month?" He'd already handed the guy's name off to Blythe, who was gathering Intel even as he worked though this girl's rather confusing statement.

She nodded. "Yes, like clockwork. He always asks to stay on the 23rd floor, in the suite across from Cody and Zack. He always comes the second week of the month and gives Cody and Zack tips for helping him out."

"Helping him out how?" Olivia asked.

Harris was thankful that Benson had stayed out here with him instead of joining her partner in Blythe's office. Hopefully, between the two of them, they could pull some sense out the jumble the girl had thrown at him.

"Playing bellhop, bringing him his paper, whatever, just little things. He was just trying to keep them close. He tips them like 10 bucks each for nothing stuff and he always has a camera with him. Taking pictures of them, then he'd act like he wasn't but I could tell he was. I told them to stay away from him. I could tell the guy was trouble by the way he looked at them. He'd stare at them."

"Did you tell anyone?" He asked.

"No. I didn't have any real proof but I know he was looking at them like no adult should look at them." Maddie huffed and crossed her arms. "Well? Are you going to go and get this guy?"

"Miss Fitzpatrick,"

She tossed her long blonde hair behind her, "Maddie,"

"Okay Maddie, we're checking into it. Is there anything else you can tell us about him?"

Benson nudged him as she stood and Harris turned to see Stabler making his way steadily towards them. Seeing he had their attention, Stabler said, "We got a hit."

Maddie jumped up as they did. "So are you going after him?"

Benson turned to deal with Maddie, while Stabler told him, "DA's cutting the warrant. Kredi called into work yesterday and today."

"Priors?" Harris walked next to Stabler, towards Blythe's office.

"Child pornography, 20 months, time served." Harris nodded, showing he was listening as Stabler broke away from him while saying. "I'll go grab the warrant."

Harris waved him on, "I'll be right there."

Blythe turned towards him and started talking even as he walked through the door. "Kredi was arrested in 97 for child porn." She skimmed over a page on the main screen. "Looks like boys are his thing. He got time served and 2 years probation," she turned back to her screens, scrolling through, while others processed. "He's a luggage vendor, with two stores in the area of the Tipton, but there are 3 other hotels closer and less costly. He first stayed at the Tipton 4 years ago, on the company's dime, but since then he's paid." She moved down the cyber page. "Yeah see, the first time he stayed 3 days but over the years he's worked it up to a week each stay. He didn't report for work yesterday or today."

Harris picked up the picture off the printer. The guy didn't look like much, 5'11, balding, glasses, a thin guy, though he looked to be in really good shape.

Blythe rolled her chair to another screen. "He's never married, no kids, and not so much as a traffic ticket since 2000. He has a 2 bedroom under a 2nd mortgage. I'm hunting around for anything else but so far no other properties, boats, or storage units."

"Keep looking. I want everything you get on him."

Stabler leaned into the doorway, waving a piece of paper. "We're good."

Harris walked backwards towards the door, still talking to Blythe, pointing his finger at her. "I got my ear piece, anything comes up call me." He turned at the last moment and followed Stabler out the door.

TBC: This story is in competition with my other stories, absolutely all my stories will be finished, but they get updates according to the interest in them. Hence the one with the most reviews gets its next part first. Thank you.