Olivia had a bad feeling.

She was sitting in the back of a surveillance van, headset on, watching McNey round the corner out of her sight. Just an hour ago she had been coaching him through a phone call with Delmond. This wasn't the first controlled meet she had set up, but something in the pit of her stomach didn't feel right.

McNey had done his best to convince Delmond that he hadn't talked to SVU, that his sister hadn't either, and that he just wanted to meet and figure out what to do next. And eventually the other man had agreed to meet him at a small industrial district about twenty minutes from Rikers.

Benson had fitted him with a wire and did her best to prep him.

And now she was watching as he rounded the corner and she could hear his breaths in her headset. Another ten minutes went by and the only sound was McNey's quickened breaths.

Finally, there was a voice. "What's going on?" The voice was rough and low, Delmond.

"I promise I didn't tell the cops anything," McNey said, a slight shake evident in his voice, "but what should I do? I'll do whatever you want, cuz we both know they're just gonna send Veronica back to Rikers when they don't get anything from her. And I just want her to be safe," he had begun to ramble.

"You made sure she won't say anything?" Delmond interrupted him.

"Yeah," McNey promised, "she won't say a word. Just, do you promise you won't hurt her?"

"If you both do what you say, then you have nothing to worry about."

"What, uh... to make sure she's okay, is there anything I should do?" Delmond asked, his voice holding just enough desperation.

"Nothing," Delmond grunted, "your job's done. Go home and shut up."

Benson sighed, she had wished they would get him on more. A confession would have been a long shot, but any sort of admittance, even just giving McNey an order. This would make their jobs a little harder, but they would get him.

And just as Benson looked out the window, expecting to see McNey round the corner to their van, a gunshot sounded. She heard it outside and through her headset. She tore off the equipment and threw the van door open, "go, go, go!" She shouted.

She pulled her gun as she and three state patrol officers rounded the corner to where the two men had met to speak. The first thing she saw was McNey laying facedown on the cement, a pool of blood growing beneath him. And then she looked up and saw Delmond rounding the corner ahead of her.

"Call and ambulance and apply pressure," Liv shouted as she was already sprinting. She was vaguely aware of one of the officers a few feet behind her, but she kept her focus on Delmond. "NYPD, stop!" She shouted, well aware that he wouldn't comply.

When she rounded the corner herself she saw him again, making his way between two shipping containers. She followed, continuing to shout her orders and as the man began to tire she shortened the gap between them.

As Delmond approached a fence he paused, and in the moment he took trying to decide if he could make it over, Benson slammed his face against it. With one hand pressing against his head she used her other to hold the gun against his neck. "I dare you," she whispered through clenched teeth.

With the help of the state police officer they got Delmond into the back of a squad car and Benson rode along as they headed to the station. The only phrase he uttered in her presence was, "I want my lawyer."

And when they finally got back to the station with Delmond in cuffs, his union lawyer was already waiting. Benson brought him into the interrogation room and moments later was joined by Alex and his attorney.

"I'll need time with my client," the woman said, looking between the two of them.

"Here's the deal Roger," Alex said, ignoring the lawyer beside her, "we've got you on shooting McNey, ordering the shooting of an NYPD detective, rape, assault, threatening an ADA, and assaulting an ADA. Now, we're going to let your lawyer explain all of that to you, but if you don't take a deal and give us everyone else involved, then you'll be going to prison for the rest of you life."

"We'll leave the two of you to talk," Benson said as she began to walk toward the door, then she paused and turned back for a moment, "corrections officer in prison, now that's ironic," she added with a laugh.

"Oh, and they're gonna love you in there," Alex smirked.

XXX

Barba watched from Liv's office as three men in Rikers uniforms were brought in to the station. They were escorted into separate rooms and out of the corner of his eye Barba saw Rollins shove the man she was walking. Benson had the same rough handling of her suspect and it gave Rafael an odd sense of calm to see.

He looked down at his phone again, no call from Fin.

Barba had observed the interrogation of Delmond, which became more of a monologue once he took a deal for protective custody. Delmond had named everyone else involved and Barba's heart had sunk lower and lower as the list grew on.

Three Rikers guards.

Two ADAs.

One judge.

People he had worked with for years. And he knew that in their regard it wasn't personal, they weren't doing this out of revenge or anger or any desire to hurt him. They had done this to protect themselves and their families. The Rikers guards, the actual ones at fault, had just found the perfect people to manipulate.

The rational part of him could accept that. But then he remembered being grabbed outside the courthouse and beaten, reading increasingly graphic threats against himself, being pushed up against the brick building.

He remembered hearing that Sonny had been shot.

He remembered seeing Olivia covered in blood.

And he found it harder to reconcile their actions.

The longer it went without an update on Sonny, the less inclined Rafael felt to understand them. Not only had they helped Delmond threaten him, but they had let rapists free. They had told women that if their attacker had any sort of power, then they couldn't be stopped. They had looked aside and shuffled schedules and allowed these men to further victimize women.

And that was something that Barba could never forgive.

"How're you holding up?"

Barba looked up and realized he had been grimacing. He turned his head to Stabler who had promptly made himself comfortable behind Liv's desk when she had sent him in to babysit.

"I'm fine," he muttered. It wasn't true, but why did that matter?

Sonny was in the hospital still unconscious; Veronica and Miranda were in the hospital being treated and examined; and at least four women were out there, victimized and then revictimized by the DAs office.

"My wife was in the hospital," Stabler leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk, "she and Liv got in a car wreck while she was pregnant."

"Are you going to tell me everything will be okay?" Barba raised a brow.

"No," Stabler shook his head, "I know there's nothing I can say that'll help. So just tell me what you need from me."

Barba opened his mouth to answer, but before he could his phone rang.