Benson walked through the familiar hospital halls. She had spent hours trying to get anything from the three Rikers guards, Wickers, Young, and Reel, but they had all lawyered up and were keeping quiet. It had been over four hours since she had sent Elliot to the hospital with Barba, and now she was finally able to see Sonny herself.

Since she started at SVU, Olivia couldn't count how many times she had been at this hospital, speaking with victims and doing her best to support them as they had to endure a physical exam.

She had been here when Dodds died.

And the countless times she had been here for Fin, Amanda, and Casey. For all the times Elliot had laid in that hospital bed, it never got any easier. It never got easier to accept that her detectives could die. That like Dodds, they could walk into a situation and the worst could happen.

God, it never got any easier.

When she got to Carisi's room she knocked on the open door, but when she looked in and saw Sonny struggling to get out of bed, she quickly stepped in.

"Carisi! What're you doing?"

He looked up at her, "evenin' Captain." He leaned back against the elevated bed and caught his breath.

"Where's Fin?" She asked, glancing around the empty room.

"Sent him with Raf," Carisi said, still winded, "he went home to get a few things."

"You know we caught them, right?" Liv sat down on the edge of his bed, "Barba doesn't need a security detail anymore."

"Just being careful," Sonny said, then glanced at the doorway, "and just between you and me, I don't think Raf wanted to go back alone."

Olivia saw his eyes light up when he talked about Rafael and she couldn't help but smile. She had seen the way Carisi looked at Barba for years, and she had known, but she had also doubted it would end well for him. And right now, she couldn't have been happier to be wrong.

Carisi began to sit up again, trying to push himself forward with his hands.

"Carisi," she nearly scolded, "lay down."

He shook his head and finally got himself upright.

"What are you trying to do?"

"McNey's awake," he said in answer.

"Sonny..."

"You're free to leave, Cap, but I'm gonna get out of this bed."

Benson sighed, knowing the right thing to do would be to get him to lay back down, but she knew her detective and she knew how stubborn he was.

"Just wait a second," she said and pulled the wheelchair out from its spot in the corner of the room, "at least sit down."

Carisi tried to protest, but kept having to stop to catch his breath, so finally he slid off the bed and sat down in the wheelchair. Once he was seated there was a light sheen of sweat across his face.

He started to push the wheels and Olivia stopped him, "where to?"

"314A," he said and then leaned back and closed his eyes.

Benson pushed the wheelchair around the maze of hospital hallways until she finally found the correct room. She looked inside and saw McNey lying in a hospital bed. It was almost the mirror image of Carisi's room. The TV was on inside, but McNey's head was turned, facing the window.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" She asked.

Carisi didn't answer, but instead lifted his hand and knocked gently on the door.

McNey's head turned and his face paled as he recognized Sonny.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah," McNey said. His voice was hoarse.

Liv pushed Sonny up to the side of his bed and walked back toward the door. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. She watched the men, unwilling to leave the room.

"I'm sorry," McNey's voice cracked, "I'm so sorry for what I did."

"I forgive you." Sonny's voice was soft and even. He rested a hand on McNey's, "I forgive you Richard."

"What– why would you...?"

"I got three sisters," Carisi said, "and I've been in impossible situations."

"I'm still..."

"It's okay," Sonny patted his hand, "now take care of your sister, okay?"

Olivia stood there, so stunned she almost missed Sonny rolling past her into the hallway. Then she turned and took ahold of his wheelchair, taking over and pushing it.

As they went down the hall Carisi spoke, "Raf was, uh, brief on case details earlier."

Benson nodded although he couldn't see her, and then gave him the details of the case, everything he had missed while he was in the hospital.

"The four Rikers guards involved in this have been manipulating family members of inmates; specifically two ADAs and a judge," she started, "a few months ago the guards gang raped at least four former Rikers inmates in a different precinct and the cases made it to the DAs office. They wanted to keep Barba off the cases and direct them to those specific ADAs. That's why they started to threaten him, because when the threats got violent, the DA took him off all cases. Between the two ADAs and the judge, they got all four cases dismissed."

"Why did they shoot me if Barba was already off his cases?"

"Delmond went through training with Munson, it was personal for him."

They quieted as they passed a group of patients in the hall and they didn't begin to speak again until they were back in Sonny's room.

"You're sure you got 'em all?" Carisi asked, "everyone in the DAs office and NYPD too?"

"To the best of our knowledge, yes."

"To the best of our knowledge," Carisi muttered to himself.

XXX

"You about ready?" Fin asked from Barba's living room.

"Yeah," Barba walked out with his briefcase and a small duffel bag. He hadn't been able to get to Carisi's apartment, so instead he had pulled out any of his clothes that had the fraction of a chance of fitting Sonny, although the pants were all likely to look more like capris, "I just need to do one more thing before we go back to the hospital."

Barba took out his phone and dialed the number he had gotten for the disciplinary committee for the New York State Bar Association. Because the ADAs and the judge may not be facing criminal charges, but they sure as hell weren't getting off.

Barba would make sure they were disbarred. It was the least that could be done. They had betrayed the people of New York, they had destroyed the credibility of the DAs office, and they had let four rapists walk free.

And if they had come forward, this could have been stopped sooner.

It could have stopped before Sonny was shot.

So when someone answered and he was transferred to the correct person, he gave his name and credentials, and then he reported DAs Wilson and Smith and Judge Terry for ethical violations.

And he would follow up every day until they all lost their licenses. Until they could never practice law again.

"Let's go," he turned as he ended the call and walked out of his apartment ready to return to the hospital.