Rollins leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, "we can take this as slow as you need, Veronica, but I promise you those men will never hurt you again."

The woman sitting on the couch kitty corner to Amanda's chair was young, barely twenty, with long dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She barely looked at Rollins, wouldn't make eye contact, and was rocking slowly back and forth.

"I notice you have some bruises," Rollins looked at the marks around the young woman's wrists. She was positive they were from a hand. A hand wrapping around her skinny wrists to hold her in place. "How did you get those?"

Veronica pulled her arms tightly against her chest and continued to rock.

Rollins sighed, looking at the young woman and trying to decide how to proceed. How could she get her to trust her enough to talk? Especially when her attacker had been a Rikers guard?

There was a knock at the interview room door and Amanda stood. When she opened it Liv was on the other side with Richard McNey, the man she and Munch had just picked up and Veronica's older brother by almost 6 years.

"Has she said anything yet?" Benson asked.

Rollins shook her head.

"Let me go in there," McNey said, "I can talk to her."

Before either of them could say a word, Richard had pushed past Amanda and walked into the room. Veronica looked up, her eyes immediately locking on her brother.

"Roni," McNey said as he pulled her into a hug, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," she said, tears now streaking down her face.

"I shoulda protected you," he continued, his own voice shaking.

"You did your best."

When they finally pulled out of the hug they both sat down on the couch. "I talked to the prosecutor, Roni. She's gonna send you to a treatment program, you're not gonna be at Rikers anymore."

"Really?"

"Really," he nodded with a smile, "now we just have to talk to these detectives, okay? Just tell them everything that happened. Can you do that?"

Veronica nodded and turned to look at Amanda who had returned to her chair. She opened her mouth and then turned back to her brother.

"It's okay," he encouraged her, "you can talk to her. Would it be easier if I waited outside?"

She grabbed his hand and gripped it tightly. She moved her gaze to the floor, but finally, she began to talk. She told Amanda what the officers would do to her. They would beat her and rape her and throw her in solitary. She told her all the names she could remember: Wickers, Smith, and Reel.

She told Rollins how she would hear the guards talk about her brother, talk about the things they would make him do. And how they would make sure he did it.

"We're going to bring you to the hospital for an exam," Amanda said once Veronica was finished talking.

Veronica shot a look over at her brother.

"It's okay," he nodded, "they're gonna check you out and make sure you're okay and then they're gonna get evidence against the men who hurt you."

"Can you come to the hospital?"

"I'm sorry," he shook his head, "I have to talk to the Captain. But Detective Rollins here is great and she's gonna take care of you. Right?" He shot a glance at Rollins.

"That's right," she agreed.

McNey watched as his sister stood and Rollins lead her out of the interview room. Then he stood and walked out, finding Benson just outside the room leaning against the wall.

"Okay, Captain," he said, "let's talk."

She led him to an interrogation room where Alex joined them. McNey sat down and sighed, he suddenly looked very tired.

"Tell us everything," Benson said, "what you did, who told you to do it, all of it."

McNey looked at Alex, "you promise me that my sister won't go back to Rikers? She'll go into a treatment program?"

"If you're honest with us, yes," she nodded.

"Okay," he said, "It started three months ago. I was visiting Veronica after my shift, so I was in uniform, and one of the guards, Delmond, pulled me aside. He asked me to do him a favor and said that if I did he'd keep an eye out for Roni and make sure she was okay."

"What did he want you to do?" Benson asked.

"He wanted me to figure out what cases Barba was prosecuting. Once I told him he started asking me for more favors. When he told me to get the keys to his office I told him I wouldn't. That was when he started to threaten her. I didn't really think he'd hurt her, but when I went to see her a few days later she had a black eye and wouldn't stop crying. From then on they owned me. If I didn't do something fast enough or the way they wanted they would hurt her."

"What else did you do for him?"

"I got a copy of Barba's office key. Other than that it was mostly keeping tabs on him and reporting back. I would tell him what cases he was on and where he was spending his time. I would tell them who he was with."

"Did you leave the letters in his office?" Benson leaned forward.

"No," he shook his head, "that wasn't me."

"And what about Detective Carisi," Benson's eyes narrowed, "how were you involved in that?"

"Remember," Alex interjected, "the whole truth or your sister goes back to Rikers."

McNey's face flushed with shame and he looked down at the table, "when Barba came to your squadroom I hung around to get information. I overheard Detective Carisi tell Detective Rollins that he was dating Barba. I passed that on to Delmond."

"Then what?" Olivia pressed.

McNey opened his mouth but didn't say anything for a moment. He couldn't look at either of the women across the table from him, "he told me to shoot him. He told me what to say, to threaten him. I know this doesn't change anything," he took a deep breath, "but I'm sorry. He said he would kill Roni and I knew he'd do it."

"What is Delmond's first name?" Alex asked, looking over at Benson who was now glaring at the man across from them.

"His nametag said R, that's all I know."

"Who else was involved?"

"Delmond was the only one who talked to me, but I got the feeling there were at least a few more Rikers guards involved."

"Do you know what they wanted from Barba?" Benson finally spoke.

"He only ever told me what to do, he never told me why. I'm sorry Captain, I really am."

"We'll need you for a lineup later today," Alex said.

The two women then got up and left the interrogation room. Benson sat down at her desk and sighed, Alex sat at the chair across from her.

"What can we charge him with?" Benson asked.

"We could charge him with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon for shooting Carisi, but we don't want to do that."

"Why not?"

"Any good lawyer will argue duress, that he wouldn't have commited the crimes if his sister's life hadn't been threatened, and that he felt he had to because of that threat. And from what I heard Veronica tell Rollins, I can't imagine any jury would convict."

"I know," Benson shook her head, "I know he did this to protect his sister, but..."

"But it was one of your detectives," Alex looked at her.

"Yeah," Liv confirmed, looking away.

"We want Delmond, he's the one behind this."