This chapter has been written for a while. Life has been crazy and I haven't had a chance to post it...

"Rachel? What's wrong?" She asked. London's sister in law had been crying.

"What's wrong?" She scoffed. "What on earth happened with London?"

Amanda glanced at Nick. She didn't know what Rachel knew or how much she should tell her.

"Sergeant, I'm sorry." Agent Pierce Thomas told her. He was standing in Olivia's office with her and Barba.

Barba had talked to the D.A. who had agreed to drop the charges and let the F.B.I. take over the case.

"Can you tell me what he'll be charged with?" Olivia asked.

Pierce gave her a sad smile and she knew her answer. "I'm sorry I can't."

"Can't or won't?" She huffed.

"Liv." Barba began.

"I can't." Pierce turned and walked out.

Olivia rolled her eyes and followed him out.

Rachel turned and looked to where she heard the door open. "Pierce! You tell me what's going on right this minute!" She demanded.

"Hello Darling." He kissed his wife's cheek. "I was discussing a case with…" He began.

"That's not what I meant." She fumed.

He smiled, knowing that wasn't what she wanted to know.

"Oh my gosh." Amanda realized why Pierce looked so familiar. He was Rachel's husband; London's brother in law.

"Remember now?" He chuckled.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head. "I didn't know you were a Fed."

He laughed. "I thought you did. Sorry Amanda."

"What is going on with London?" Rachel repeated.

"I'll tell you later." He touched her arm.

"No. I know what that means. Tell me now. She called me crying; said she was making the call."

Rafael felt his chest tighten.

"I don't understand." Her eyes misted.

"Y'all can talk in the interview room." Amanda sensed his hesitation.

Pierce nodded.

"Follow me." She glanced at Olivia, who nodded her approval.

They walked in the interview room and Amanda started to close the door behind them.

"Stay Amanda." Pierce said. "You're family too."

She nodded, closing the door behind her.

"Rachel, sit. Please." He gestured to the nearest chair.

She sat and Amanda sat across from her.

"She…" He began, but stopped. He didn't know how to bring it up. "I think she misunderstood what I meant. I told her to call or I would. I figured it would go over better coming from her rather than me. She was upset when she left."

"She was upset when she called."

He knelt on one knee and placed his hands on his wife's knees. There was no good way to tell her. "We found him; the man responsible for Eddie's death."

Rachel's hands flew to her mouth to stifle a cry. "How on Earth?" She asked between sobs.

"The details aren't important." He didn't want to tell her yet.

"Like Hell they aren't important Pierce!" She fussed.

He let out a breath. "This isn't easy for me either."

"I know. I just don't know why you didn't tell me." She wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry. She did an article on him; she didn't know who he was when she wrote it. Do you remember when she went off the grid?"

Rachel nodded.

"That's when she found out."

"Makes sense now."

He nodded. "I never told you because he is so slick. I wanted to make sure we had him. I didn't want to get your hopes up; London's either." He patted her knees and stood up. "I was going to let her tell you; I figured she could give you more details."

"Did you not figure she might freak out?"

He chuckled. "Obviously not."

Rafael could see them talking in the interview room. He wished he was in there. He didn't know where London was. He couldn't lose her again. He had to find her.

Rafael walked in his apartment, shutting the door with a satisfying slam. He hadn't been able to reach London and he had looked everywhere he could think of. He started to pour himself a drink. He noticed a light on in his bedroom. He didn't remember leaving it on when he left. He wondered if London had forgotten it. He walked in the room and stopped in his tracks. London was sitting on his bed, knees drawn to her chest. "Where have you been? Here?" Her eyes and face were red and puffy. He knew she had been crying for a while.

She wiped her eyes. "I, um. I came here after I left the precinct. I panicked. I didn't know where else to go. I figured no one would look for me here."

"I certainly didn't." He sat down beside her, drawing her into his arms. "I looked everywhere I could think of. I worried because you didn't answer."

"My phone is on silent. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Sorry." She leaned against him.

"Don't be. I love you Darling." He kissed her head.

She turned her head towards him. "I love you too." She kissed him.

"Sorry I slammed the door."

"That's fine."

"I was worried about you."

"I'm sorry I worried you." She held his face in her hands.

"I know." He kissed her forehead. "Are you going to be alright?"

"I think so. Did Pierce tell you who he was?"

"Your brother in law?"

"Yeah." She chuckled.

"Your sister in law came by. I have to admit I was afraid you were leaving for good."

"I was freaking out. She misunderstood. I'm just glad it's over. You aren't going to try him are you?" She pulled away; fear clouding her face.

"No I'm not. He's in federal custody."

"Oh thank God." She started sobbing into her hands. "I couldn't bear for something to happen to you too."

"London." He touched her face. "I'm okay."

"I know. I just don't want you involved." She leaned against him.

"I'm not. Pierce made sure I wouldn't be." He kissed her head.

"Let's go." The F.B.I. agent told Jean-Pierre Milosh.

Pierce and Olivia were watching from her office.

"Where am I going?" Milosh asked.

"You are now in federal custody and are being transferred elsewhere."

"I want to talk to London!" He demanded. "She said she would fix this."

"Who?" The agent played dumb.

"London Winters." Milosh stared at the glass.

Pierce's heart stopped.

Olivia glanced at him when he sucked in a breath.

"Damn it." He muttered. "He knows who she is."

"Are you sure?" Olivia asked.

"She told me she didn't use Winters."

Olivia's heart sank.

"I know you're out there!" Milosh yelled.

"Are you going to tell her?" Olivia was certain she knew the answer.

"Not a chance." He walked to the door and opened it. "Yes?"

"I want to speak to London." Milosh said simply.

"That isn't going to happen." Pierce said firmly.

"Sure it is. You are going to call your sister in law and she is going to talk to me."

Pierce wanted to throttle the man. "That will not happen."

"Yes it will. Especially if S.V.U. wants to know who raped that poor girl."

"You know who raped her? She said you did." Olivia appeared in the doorway.

"It wasn't me; it was someone trying to frame me. Your assailant is still out there."

"Agent Thomas." Olivia began.

"This man is now in Federal custody Sergeant Benson. He is no longer your concern."

"I understand, but…"

"I'm glad you understand." He stopped her. "Get him out of my sight." He told his colleague. The other agent nodded and jerked Milosh out of the room.

"Agent Thomas." Olivia began after Milosh was gone.

"Eddie and I had an agreement. We were both in dangerous lines of work. He was to look out for Rachel and Celia if something happened to me. And I was to look out for London if anything happened to him." He shook his head.

"I can't imagine." She shook her head.

"I didn't realize he knew who she was. Or who she was to me."

"I am sorry."

He nodded.

"Do you think he would tell her why he killed her husband?"

"I can't risk it. She disappeared for six months when I told her who he was. She completely went off the grid. I couldn't find her."

"Shouldn't she decide that for herself?"

Rafael brushed London's hair out of her face. She had fallen asleep in his arms. "I love you so much." He whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open.

"Sorry to wake you."

"I love you." She beamed.

"Feeling better?" He stroked her face.

She nodded and reached for her phone on the bedside table.

"How many missed calls?" He smirked when she rolled her eyes.

"Two from Nick, a text from Mandy." She read the text. 'I am so sorry! Call me when you are ready.' "And three calls from Pierce." She knew something was wrong. He didn't leave a voicemail. She called him back.

"London."

"Hey Pierce. What is it?" She thought he sounded tired and maybe defeated.

"Where are you? Are you alone?"

"I'm with Rafael." She smiled.

"Good." He was relieved that someone was with her. "Milosh has been transferred."

"I don't care about that." She interrupted.

"I know you don't. But. Before he was transferred he demanded to speak to you."

"So? Why are you telling me this?"

Rafael wondered what was going on.

"Is it just the two of you there? He needs to hear this too."

"Yeah it's just us." She put her phone on speaker.

"Milosh called you London Winters. And he knows that you are my sister in law."

Fear gripped her. "How does he know that?" Her voice was shaking.

"I don't know. I ignored it. He says if you talk to him, he will tell the S.V.U. who actually raped the woman who is accusing him. He claims it was a set up or something. I told him no."

"So why are you calling me Pierce?"

"I talked with Sergeant Benson. I told her about the agreement that Eddie and I had. She asked me a valid question."

"Which was?" London scooted closer to Rafael. He made her feel safe.

"Shouldn't I let you decide for yourself. And as much as I hate to admit it, she is right London."

Rafael snickered. "That sounds like Liv."

"She wondered if he would tell you 'why Eddie'."

London broke down sobbing.

Rafael took the phone from her and she sobbed into her hands.

Pierce hated it. "I'm sorry London."

"Don't be Pierce." She wiped her eyes. "Does he think he's being arrested for the rape?"

"I don't know. He did mention that you said you would fix this. I don't know what he meant."

"He asked me to tell them he didn't do it. And I did."

"For all of my efforts to keep you safe…" Pierce shook his head.

"This is not on you." She said firmly. "I think if I want to know what really happened… I am going to have to talk to him."

"I would tell you no, but if you want to, I will respect your decision." Pierce said.

"I don't think you should talk to him!" Rafael blurted.

Pierce was surprised the ADA said that.

"You are right. Both of you. I probably shouldn't talk to him, but this could be my one chance to find out what happened to Eddie. Believe it or not I have leverage on him; from when I wrote the article. I have information that he doesn't know I have."

Pierce chuckled. "Alright. I will arrange it. How soon can you be here?"

"Thirty minutes?" She glanced at Rafael who nodded.

"He'll be back in the interrogation room." Pierce ended the call.

London dropped the phone on the bed and got up. "Rafi? What am I doing?" She started pacing the room.

"Getting answers." He stood up and blocked her path. "You are determined and stubborn. And God knows I love you."

"I love you." She pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard.

Thirty minutes later London and Rafael walked in to the precinct. She had made a stop at her storage building and dug out envelopes of notes from her interviews with Milosh.

"Are you going to talk to Rollins?" Rafael asked on the elevator.

"Maybe. I'm definitely not talking to Nick." She was still mad at him. "He doesn't deserve her." She muttered.

"He doesn't deserve who?" He asked.

Her cheeks flushed and she realized what she had said. "Nobody." She didn't look at him.

"Got it."

She glanced up at him and he winked at her.

"So she is going to talk to him?" Amanda asked.

"Yep." Pierce paced the squad room and glanced at the clock. It had been thirty minutes. Did she get cold feet?

"She gonna show?" Carisi asked.

"I don't see why we are letting him have his way." Nick said.

"I think you've said enough." Fin gave him a look.

"London!" Amanda saw her walk in with Barba.

London handed the envelopes to Rafael and hugged her best friend. "I'm so sorry. We'll talk after?"

"You shouldn't be sorry. I should be apologizing to you."

"No worries." London squeezed her hands.

"We'll talk after." Amanda said.

London nodded and looked at Pierce. "Let's get this over with."

Rafael handed her the envelopes.

"Let's." Pierce nodded.

"Oh I'm doing this by myself. End of discussion." She brushed past him. "Y'all can watch the show."

Pierce looked at Barba who shrugged.

London took a deep breath before walking in the interrogation room. "What do you want." She demanded, slapping the envelopes on the table.

"Where have you been?" Milosh asked her.

"I will be asking the questions. Sergeant Benson said you knew who the rapist was and that you would tell only me."

"Yes."

"Write it down." She slid him a pad of paper and a pen.

He wrote the name down and slid it back to her.

"Agent Thomas said you called me London Winters. I don't use that name, but obviously you knew that."

"Of course I did. I know who you are."

"Why?"

"Why what?" He knew what she wanted to know, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"Why did you murder my husband?" She stared him down.

"I didn't kill him." He crossed his arms.

"You're right. You didn't pull the trigger. Just like you weren't the one to put a bullet in the head of the Atlanta District Attorney."

"I wouldn't think you of all people would care." He said coldly. "You know, after he let your husband's killer walk free."

"You of all people should know what happens to snitches Jean-Pierre." She opened one of the envelopes, emptying the contents on the table. She slid pictures in front of him. "You aren't the only one who has sources everywhere. Ghost writing has many, many privileges."

He didn't have to look at the pictures to know the cartel had gotten their hands on the man.

"Start talking." She turned over more pictures. "I didn't know who you really were when I interviewed you and wrote the article. I did my homework though. I know who you care about. I know where they live and I know how to find them."

It was Milosh's turn to fear.

She continued. "I have pictures. I have names, addresses, phone numbers, business dealings, shell corporations…"

"Fine!" Milosh shouted. "I will tell you. Just stop. My family, they don't know about all of this."

"Tell me what I want to know." She was trembling inside, but never let it show.

"Your husband, Eddie, he was a rising star. Cartels wanted him. Mine already had Anders in their pocket. Eddie said no. Repeatedly. He was told to turn on his partner. I gave the order that if he didn't do it to take him out. It looked like a bust gone bad."

"Wow." Olivia muttered.

Pierce nodded.

"It was business my dear." Milosh had the slightest of smiles on his face.

"Hmm." London chuckled as she slid everything back in the envelopes.

"What is so funny?"

"So is this." London opened the final envelope and slid out a knife.

Pierce swore under his breath.

Milosh took a deep breath. "Where did you get that?"

"Good luck explaining that." She picked up the other envelopes and walked out, leaving the knife on the table.

"London." Pierce was speechless. "Is that?"

"The one in my mailbox? Yeah." She handed him the envelopes.

Pierce hugged her. "I am proud of you." He whispered. "I know Eddie would be proud of you too."

She nodded, blinking back tears.

F.B.I agents escorted Milosh out for the last time. Pierce went in the room and collected the knife.

"You've got interrogation skills." Carisi smiled at her. "Remind me to never be on your bad side."

"Thanks."

"Let's get you out of here." Rafael said, glancing at Rollins.

"Olivia, here is the name." She handed her the paper.

"Thank you London." Olivia placed her hand on London's shoulder.

"Of course." London nodded.

"Do you need warrants?" Rafael asked.

"Yes." She hated to ask.

"I'll see you later. Okay?" He kissed London's head.

"Okay." She let Amanda guide her out.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it.