"Here are the sketches." Nick held up the two pieces of paper that held the only little bit of evidence that the team had to try and find the person who had beaten their sergeant and taken her son.
He pinned them up on the on the board that held all the other evidence they had at that moment, which wasn't much. TARU had the security camera footage from the hallway trying to cut down the hours long video to pin point about the time that the attack would have taken place. Besides the sketches that Nick had just added, there were also the crime scene photos, but with no physical evidence from the scene the pictures were simply a reminder of the horrific fight that had taken place in Olivia's apartment.
Carisi got up from his desk and took a quick glance at the drawings. "What is this picture going to help us with?" He pointed to the one of the supposed male attacker. "He looks like every guy I've ever seen with a beard."
"Well it's not like we have anything else to go off of right now, so it better do us some good." Amanda shot back. "Did you get the picture out to the media?"
Nick knew the question was directed at him and answered. "Yeah, all the major news stations and the papers have it already."
Fin, who had gotten up from his seat to inspect the pictures himself, couldn't take his eyes off the picture of the female assailant. "This woman, I've seen her before."
"You recognize her?" Amanda asked.
"Yeah, she looks really familiar." Fin stared at the woman's features. But it was her eyes; even on just a piece of paper, her eyes said more than they should. And Fin knew that he had looked into those eyes before. "Look up some of our old missing person's cases."
"How old?" Carisi already opened his laptop ready to search.
"The last ten years." Fin told him.
"Really, Fin? Ten Years?" Amanda questioned him. "I know that it's hard to remember everyone, but you must have had dozens of missing persons cases come through here in the last ten years."
"All I remember about her was that she was balling her eyes out when I saw her in here and usually that means a mom with a missing kid."
"You don't remember anything else?" Nick sighed.
"I don't think the kid was very old. Like it wasn't one of our rape victims or anything that had been taken, it was just a missing kid." Fin felt pretty sure he was recalling the right case, but after almost sixteen years it was hard to remember all the horrific things that came in to the 1-6.
After nearly an hour of searching through cases, the team still had nearly twenty five possible cases the woman could have been involved in according to Fin. And while they were getting closer to having something solid to follow up on, nothing seemed to be happening fast enough. They were all exhausted and as it neared the end of the day, all of them were starting to lose hope in their day's search.
"I'm going to call Barba and see if he's heard anything about Liv." Nick stood up and walked out of the squad room to somewhere more private.
The phone rang a few times before the D.A. picked up. "Barba."
When they got off the phone with each other, neither Barba or Nick felt much better about the situations that they were absent from. And as much as Nick wanted to join Barba, the attorney had assured him that his time was better spent investigating.
But Barba felt like he wasn't really doing much to help anyone. He had been allowed in Liv's room because of the circumstances and the doctors felt that a familiar face in the room would be a good thing. Although, there wasn't much recognition, as Olivia laid in bed still asleep from her surgery and the other mdications she had been given.
The same doctor who had given the team very little hope about Olivia's condition came into the room a little while later. "I'm just checking on her medication. We're lowering her sedation, so if she wakes up just be aware that she'll be very confused and probably in a lot of pain. It would be best if you would call one of the nurses or myself right away."
"So she is going to wake up?" Barba asked as nicely as he could, but he was still irritated with the early prognoses that the doctor had given out.
"We're pretty confident." The doctor told him and it only angered Barba more. The man just a few hours before had seemed to think that Olivia may never come back to them and now she was going to wake up, with everything alright.
Nothing more was said between the attorney and doctor, as Barba wasn't sure that he could hide his annoyance for very much longer if he tried to speak, before the man left the room.
The day dwindled away as Barba sat in a chair next to Olivia's bed. The process of her waking up was taking a much longer than he had expected. There had been some movements, but nothing substantial had happened.
As Rafael answered a few emails that had added up, as he hadn't checked his phone all day, he heard a small moan leave the bed. He looked up to see Olivia's head turned towards him. Her eyes were shut, but the noise had certainly come from her.
"Bar..." Liv spoke softly and couldn't complete her whole sentence.
Rafael stood up quickly and stood as close as he could to Olivia. "I'm right here, Liv."
"Raf..." She tried for his first name but didn't have any better luck finishing her words.
"Take it easy. It's okay Liv." Barba watched as she opened her eyes a little more and he looked directly in them, seeing the uncertainty she must have felt.
"Where... Where am..." The weakness of her voice was evident.
"We're in the hospital Liv." Barba spoke gently and held tightly to Olivia's hand, assuring her that he was there.
As her eyes began to open more, he saw them flutter around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings that were her hospital room. "Why... What hap..."
Barba sighed, not wanting to break the news to her about what had happened. "You were attacked in your apartment, Liv."
He saw it as soon as the words left her mouth. The recognition became apparent as her eyes that had just barely opened, became large and terror filled. Her breathing became heavy and she seemed panicked.
"Okay, Liv you have to calm down." Barba watched as she struggled to contain her emotions.
"No... No..." The lump in her throat threatened to allow her tears to spill over. "They... No... Noah..."
That was what he had been worried about. He knew that as soon as she remembered what had happened, she would remember too, that her son had been taken. And that was not what Olivia needed; she didn't need to have that hanging over her as she lay helpless in a hospital bed.
"Liv it's okay. The team, they're doing everything they can to find him and they will find him."
But Barba knew he shouldn't guarantee her anything when nothing was looking hopeful from the eyes of the detectives. And as much as he just wanted to assure to Liv that everything would turn out as it should, it would all be that much worse if what happened was every parent's nightmare.
"Ple... Ple..." But as Olivia attempted to speak again, her breathing became labored, her body stiffened, and her eyes rolled back, showing just the whites that were so startling to the DA.
Barba watched the horror playing on his face as he watched the woman begin to convulse, her whole body shaking, flailing around the hospital bed.
"Help! Somebody!" Barba screamed without even thinking about it. He was too stunned to realize that he was yelling for help, before a nurse came running into the room.
What seemed like hours of watching her shake was only mere seconds and soon the room filled with medical personal, monitors beeped, people spoke over one and other, chaos consumed the once quiet, depressing hospital room.
As Barba stared at the mess in front of him, he felt an unfamiliar hand in his shoulder. "Sir, I need to ask you to leave." It was one of the many nurses that had stormed the scene that had once been Liv's room.
"No, what is wrong with her?" Barba stood his ground, not moving from where he stood.
"Someone will tell you later, but right now you have to let us take care of your wife."
Rafael stopped for a moment, registering what the nurse had said. He hadn't realized how personal his reaction seemed. It wasn't that he didn't care about the sergeant, but he hadn't spent more than a couple evenings at her apartment running through cases or eating Chinese take-out with the rest of the team when they had late nights. Now here he was, the only person there for, panicking as she was taken away from him; he couldn't figure out how all of a sudden Liv became his only worry. "I don't… She's not…"
But his sentence was interrupted by the whirlwind of people who rushed past him; Olivia's limp body lying in her bed was in the middle of everyone, being pushed quickly out the door and away from Rafael's view. He stood in the room, the nurse still standing next to him, and couldn't move, his fear of what would happen to Olivia paralyzing him.
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