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A well sharpened knife could have cut the tension in Olivia's squad car. The ride back to the precinct was silent and as awkward as either Sergeant had ever experienced before. Olivia's breathing had finally gone back to normal and the cold chills that had overtaken her when she saw Holmes tied and bleeding in that chair.

An icy shudder ran through her as she forced the memory of a very similar situation out of her thoughts. That was the last thing she needed right now while she was driving. If Voight noticed it he didn't say anything. He was too busy staring out the window trying to remember the first part of the Miranda warning.

The more he sat in the back of her car like some common criminal, the angrier he had become. What they did to Holmes was nothing compared to what Williams did to Angela Tucker, to the eight innocent women in Chicago, to the young pregnant woman who didn't even get to celebrate her first anniversary with her husband.

As far as Voight was concerned, Holmes might have been in the room when all of those crimes were committed. He deserved FAR more than a broken finger and a ripped off fingernail. Besides, Holmes was a coward. He wouldn't have held out much longer, he was ready to tell Voight and Olinsky everything and they could have been on the way to pick up Williams if Olivia and her rookie hadn't of shown up and ruined everything.

The one sliver of clarity shining through the cloud of anger he had for the woman who had put him in handcuffs was the look in Olivia's eyes when she saw Holmes bound to the chair. As much as he wanted to tell himself otherwise, Voight knew the second he saw that haunted lost look in her eyes that anything he was doing to Holmes had to stop. He would be damned to Hell and back before he made her go through that again. Not to mention that whispered trembling apology she gave him when she had came back down. Like she had done something wrong when he was the one who had caused it... Nothing in recent memory hurt Voight more as much as that usually strong voice whimpering an apology, her brown eyes full of tears as she spoke…

That had killed him far more than he ever thought anything would after Camille died.

When she finally pulled into her spot at the precinct Olivia got out of the car without another word. He went over to his side and opened the door, grabbing him by the arm and wrenching him from the squad car and slamming the door behind them.

Voight walked into the precinct with his head high and his face hard as stone, letting any gawking passer buyer think he was used to this, which truthfully he was.

Carisi had called Amaro and Rollins to let them know what had happened before the elevator even reached the ground floor. Everything except Olivia's flashback at the urging of Olinsky, who knew all too well what it was like to have your mind return you to your own personal hell in front of your colleagues. Even if she had hurt his best friend, Olivia was still a fellow officer. He wouldn't let another cop be embarrassed like he had been…

Amaro and Rollins of course hadn't believed it and thought Carisi was exaggerating. Olivia wouldn't arrest Voight. That was a bluff when she had threatened him last November.

But when Olivia walked off the elevator leading Voight in handcuffs towards an interrogation room, both looking far angrier than they had ever seen the two Veteran officers look, they knew Carisi wasn't lying. Olivia had actually arrested Voight…

When the Sergeants passed their desk the two Detectives put their heads down like children who knew their parents were about to fight and didn't want to be caught in the crosshairs. Amaro watched out of the corner of his eye and waited until the door to the interrogation room slammed hut before he and Rollins raced over to the viewing mirror, getting there just in time to see Olivia pull the shades and turn off the volume just as a Defense Attorney would do when a client would invoke privilege and they wanted absolute privacy.

Inside the room Olivia all but slammed him down in the chair across from where the two interviewers would sit. She turned away room him quickly, pacing the concrete floors to try to work off some of her energy, unaware of Voights eyes following her. After several moments he leaned back in the rickety metal chair. "I'm not saying anything without a lawyer so just let me go get some rest in a cell alright?"

Her pacing didn't even break stride. "No."

"No? What the hell happened to playing it by the book?"

"Just shut up for a minute, Voight. Let me think."

He glared at her and stood up without any difficulty. "Let you think; think about what? About rather or not you're gonna book me? About if you're gonna use your secrets as gambling chips? No, I don't play that bullshit, so you make up your mind right now as to what you're doing." When she didn't turn to look at him a familiar rage thundered over him. "HEY!" he shouted, finally gaining her attention with a short jump. "Either book me or let me go!"

She stormed over to him neither one looking away from the other one. After a long tense moment Olivia twisted him around and undid his cuffs, slamming them on the table. "There. Now you're free to go tell all of Manhattan I slept with Tucker but I want you out of this precinct, out of my city, and out of my life, Voight!"

"Get over yourself, Benson!" he fired back as the two squared off. "You're just pissed you got caught screwing a rat!"

"And YOU'RE just mad because another person played with your toy!"

"You know this isn't what this is! I had no issues with you screwing anyone else until-!"

"Until you wanted something more! This isn't high school you're not allowed to get mad because I slept with someone just because you started to have feelings for me."

"Trust me, whatever feelings I had for you are long gone!"

Olivia took a step back away from the Chicago Sergeant, his gruff words cutting her like a knife. She knew he was mad but hearing he didn't have any ay feelings left for her? That hurt a lot worse than she thought it would have.

She ran a hand through her hair and shook her head walking to the opposite end of the room, trying to calm herself down. Voight crossed his arms in front of his chest as he watched her. "You know what's REALLY sad, Benson?"

"What?" she snapped. Olivia glared at him but Voight held her icy stare as easy as she was any other perp in the Cage.

"You actually think I would tell anyone your secrets. Even if I was half the person you think I am, I still wouldn't tell a damn soul you're screwing a rat."

Olivia's face fell as she searched over Voights face, determining that he was telling the truth. As angry as he was, he still wouldn't give her secrets away…

"Voight," she began with a deep breath before there was a timid knock on the door and Amanda opened it.

"Sergeant?" she began cautiously.

"What?" both Voight and Olivia answered at the same time.

The blonde cleared her throat and nodded to Olivia. "I meant my sergeant."

"What do you need, Rollins?" asked Olivia with a heavy voice, praying her Detective wasn't stupid enough to interrupt her for anything simple.

"Two things. One is Carisi just brought Holmes in, he and Fin are interviewing him now. He said to tell you the paramedics said he'd be fine."

"Good. What else?"

Amanda hesitated for a moment. "The other thing is Tucker's here. He looks pissed and is demanding to speak to Sergeant Voight."

Before either Voight or Olivia had any time to even think of what to do Tucker stormed into the small interview room. Amanda quickly dashed out of the room leaving the three of them alone and shutting the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked not unkindly as she made her way over to him. "You shouldn't be working, especially not on this case."

Tuckers blue eyes were blazing with anger as he brushed past her and stood toe to toe with Voight who looked less than impressed with the man standing before him.

"When an officer I cleared to have jurisdiction in this city breaks a man's fingers and snapped off his fingernail, a man who could possibly be involved in a very personal case for me, you think 1PP is gonna give a shit if I asked to take a week off?" Tucker barked, not turning his eyes away from Voight who was wearing a cocky smirk.

Olivia's eyes went wide at Tuckers admission. "How… how do you-?"

"Holmes called Manhattan IAB to tell them what happened," Tucker explained as he cut her off. "When they wouldn't help him, he called 1PP who called me."

Voights brown eyes never left Tuckers blue ones for even a second. "You need to back away from me now."

"Or what?" Tucker challenged. "You'll break one of my fingers? Go ahead. Lay a hand on me. Give me a reason to throw your ass in jail for assault."

"You really wanna test me, Rat?" asked Voight s he took a step closer to Tucker.

"Both of you calm down," ordered Olivia in her best cop voice but neither man seemed to want to listen to her. "Let's not do this here."

"I think this is the perfect place to do this," said Voight. "Especially with you right here since you're the reason this scum is up in my face right now."

"Sergeant Benson has nothing to do with this."

"She has everything to do with this! She's pissed because I know about the two of you and you're just ACHING to throw my ass in jail because you realized your little deal with her isn't as exclusive as you thought it was!"

"I'm aching to throw your ass in jail because you assaulted someone, you idiot!" Tucker shouted, losing whatever composure he had walking into this.

Tucker hated losing his temper in interviews or anywhere really. He had seen far too many Cops, usually decent, good, hardworking cops, lose everything because they had lost their temper and any rational thinking that went along with it for even a split second.

That was why he always tried to be in full control in his interviews. Unemotional and hard yes, sometimes he'd raise his voice for the effect but usually he was in complete control of the situation at all times.

But now, with his life deciding to get stuck in shit creek without a paddle, and standing face to face with the exact kind of cop Tucker had joined IAB to put away, a cop the woman he had grown to have serious feelings for had slept with, that particular motto was becoming harder and harder to follow with every passing second.

"Do you realize what the hell you've done?" Tucker continued shouting at the Chicago Sergeant. "If this goes to trial, everything could be thrown out! Williams AND Holmes could get away with this! The murderer of my wife and mother could go free, the man who raped and murdered a dozen women will be out walking the streets, and it will be all your fault!"

"So what!" yelled Voight. There now wasn't a single inch of space between either man. "You think you're the only person who's ever lost a parent and had their murderer get away? Or have their wife be murdered and the guy who did it go free? It happens every single damn day! So why don't you just shut up and get the hell over it? Because newsflash, Rat, you aren't special just because your family is six feet under!"

Tucker threw the first punch.

Olivia screamed as Voight crashed into the table but came back just as quick with a mean right hook to Tuckers jaw, sending him flying across the room and slamming into the concrete wall. With an angry grunt, Voight was on him in half a second and smashed his fist into Tuckers side as hard as he could.

Voight struck again, getting Tucker right in his eye. Tucker forced himself to see through the pain and the tears that had come of their own accord and used every bit of strength he had to hit Voight across the jaw.

The Sergeant was only dazed for a second but that's all that Tucker needed to take advantage and grab Voight by the collar of his jacket and send them both crashing into the table.

"Stop!" Olivia shouted as the two fell to the floor, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, gasping and panting filled the air. "I said knock it off!"

Both men ignored her pleadings as the continued the scrap. For half a second Voight had the upper hand and was on top of Tucker. Just as he drew back his fist, the IAB Agent slammed his fist into the Sergeants stomach. Hard.

Voight gasped for breath that wouldn't come. Tucker shoved Voight off of him and quickly got up off the floor and leaned against the table gasping and covered in blood.

"What the hell is the matter with you two?!" Olivia barked as she reached down and helped a still gasping for breath Voight to his feet. Both men were so out of breath that neither could answer. Tucker turned his back on both of them and was using the table to support himself, the blood from a nasty cut on his now ugly bruised eye steadily dripping onto the wooden table.

Voight forced the air into his lungs and glared at an unsuspecting Tuckers back. Without warning Voight pulled his fist back and pounded Tuckers back with a fist as hard as he ever had.

Tucker yelled in pain as he arched his back, only receiving a hard shot to the ribs for his troubles.

"I said stop!" screamed Olivia as she forced herself in between Tucker and Voight. But Tucker, who hadn't seen Olivia get in between the two of them out of the corner of his swelled and useless eye, swung blindly at Voight with a loud yell.

Olivia turned her head just in time to see Tuckers fist coming right at her and the next second she was on the floor, her face exploding with pain.

There was an explosion of noise and actions, from Tucker apologizing profusely and Voight shouting at him and demanding to know what the hell he was playing at.

Olivia held up her hand to silence both offices. Voight tried to help her up but she pushed his hand away and just gave a deathly glare to Tucker which sent the same message.

Do. Not. Touch. Me.

She slowly stood on her own, her chest heaving as she glared at both her lovers with such an icy malice it was amazing both of them didn't freeze where they stood.

"Leave my precinct. Now, both of you." Her voice was low and deadly and both men knew she meant business. "I don't give a shit where you go, or what you do, but get out of my precinct now."

Tucker took a step towards her, the level of guilt that was eating at him incomparable to anything he felt in recent years. "Olivia, I'm sor-."

"I don't wanna hear it. Just get out of my precinct now. Both of you."

Olivia pushed roughly by them. "I'm going home to be around the most mature person in my life right now, my sixteen month old son," she barked without looking back at them. "Neither of you talk to me again."

"Benson, please," Voight began but she ignored his pleas same as she did Tuckers, wrenched open the door, and stormed out of the precinct.

…

"No!" Holmes cried frantically as Carisi and Fin got up from their chairs. "No, you can't bring him back in here!"

Fin and Carisi had been interviewing Holmes for the past two hours, hitting nothing but a stone wall no matter what evidence they threw at him. He was a cop, as cut rate as he was he still had been trained in the same techniques as every other officer. He knew the tricks of the trades as well as anyone.

So no matter what they did, good cop bad cop, bad cop bad cop, terrorizing, rationalizing, aliening themselves, nothing worked with him.

Finally, at the end of their ropes, and Holmes reminding them that he was entitled to an attorney if he wanted one, did Fin remember the trick Olivia had used the last time Voight had been involved with them.

Fin had no problem with how Voight operated. He had worked narcotics for twelve years and before that he had been patrol in the roughest part of Brooklyn. He had learned from the Detectives in Voights unit that their Sergeant had worked in Gangs as a Detective for fifteen years and did his patrol years in the most dangerous area of Chicago.

Olivia, as much as Fin respected her and cared about her, had no idea what it was like to work with this particular type of scum like Voight and Fin did. They both knew a lot of times that coddling didn't work with those types of suspects and criminals. They lived hard lives; they needed hard cops to deal with them.

The same things Voight had done to get answers; Fin had done as well when he worked Narcotics. Granted his fifteen years in SVU had definitely softened him, but he still knew what it was like to deal with what Voight had to deal with.

So when Carisi called and told him with disgust what Voight had done, Fin had to struggle to act like he was even a little morally repulsed.

Even though he knew that Olivia would NEVER let Voight get his hands on Holmes again, Holmes didn't know that.

So, without having inkling on if Voight was in the building or not, he hadn't seen Olivia drag him into the precinct in cuffs, Fin told Holmes that he was right on the other side of that window and he and Carisi would leave him to deal with Voight.

"You can't leave me with him!" Holmes cried desperately as Fin stood up and made his way to the door. He held up his bandaged hands. "Look at what he and that other cop did to me! Please don't let him come near me!"

"Then talk, Holmes," Fin said with a shrug as he came back over and sat back down. "Or else me and my fellow Detective here is gonna go take a nice long lunch break."

Holmes was silent for a long moment before he wiped his tears away and nodded. "Fine. Fine, I'll say whatever you want me to say, just... just don't make me see those psychos again."

"What we want you to say is the truth," Carisi said gently. "Just the truth."

"Did you know what Williams was going to do when you gave him the addresses?"

Holmes took a deep breath and closed his eyes, tears he had tried too hard to hide before leaking down his face. Finally after several tense seconds, he spoke, his voice trembling like a leaf in autumn. "Ye- Yes. Not at first but after the second murder. There were too many coincidences for it not to fit."

"So why did you give him Carrie Tuckers address?" asked Carisi, keeping his voice calm and even. "You knew who the guy was, you knew what he did."

"I don't have a lot of friends," Holmes said with another wipe of the tear. "I never did growing up, I thought the academy would change that but it didn't. Williams was worse than I was though, he didn't even belong in a uniform."

"Neither do you," Fin snapped but Holmes ignored the riff.

"That's why we became close," he continued. "We were both the outsiders in an entire world of jocks. He was my only real friend and I didn't wanna lose him…"

Fin hadn't looked at someone with that much disgust in heaven knows how long. "So you gave him the address of a pregnant woman, and an old woman, knowing his plans with them, just because he was your friend?"

"You try not having anyone give half a damn about you until you're in your twenties and see what you wouldn't do for them!" Holmes snapped.

Carisi held up his hand to let Fin and Holmes know to calm down. "Why did you turn him in when you gave him Angela Tuckers address the first time?" the rookie Detective asked before there could be any more yelling

"I was scared. I didn't wanna go to jail; IAB was threatening to take my badge… So I lied, said I didn't know what the addresses were for. They were so concerned with Thomas that they never really questioned my story." He looked like he was about to cry again. "I've regretted it every day of my life since."

"Giving him the addresses?"

Holmes looked at Fin like he was crazy. "No. Ratting him out."

Fin glared at him for a moment before he continued. "Chicago, four months ago. He get in contact with you?"

Holmes nodded. "Yeah. I haven't heard from him in years but he called me out of the blue one night. He said we were still friends but I had to make it up to him for ratting him out."

"So you gave him the eight addresses knowing he was going to rape, torture, and murder them?"

Another nod. "The one thing I was number one in the academy and investigation classes was research and computers. So he'd ask me to research and get records of women in the Chicago. I know his favorite type," said Holmes with an air of pride. When neither SVU detective looked remotely impressed he cleared his throat and continued on. "He… he asked me for something else too."

"Lemme guess, a recommendation for a good therapist?" Fin offered.

"No. He… he wanted me to do research and follow Lieutenant Tucker. For the past Three months I've been following him everywhere, recording everything, knowing everything about his life and report back to Thomas… He asked me to do a quick search on Sergeant Voight too but when I saw his record I wasn't comfortable doing anything else with him."

Fin and Carisi looked at one another for a moment before they turned back to Holmes. "You were stalking Lieutenant Tucker?"

"Yeah. Thomas feels that Lieutenant Tucker ruined his life so he wanted to get back at him. It's all he's been thinking about these past years, how that little Rat hurt Thomas and drove him away from his home, from his life here, from me… I didn't exactly hesitate," he finished with a sheepish grin. "He wants Tucker to feel as bad as he made him feel."

Fin threw a legal pad and pen over the table at him. "Names and addresses of places Williams is going to strike at NOW."

"There's only two and he already got one," Holmes told them. "Tucker really doesn't go a lot of places besides work, his bar, the occasional friend's house for a barbeque or game but there are only two people he has any love for. Angela was one."

"The other?" Fin prompted.

Holmes swallowed hard as he looked at Carisi, "you have to promise me you won't let Voight come after me when I tell you the name because she's connected to him too."

"I promise," Carisi told him. "Tell us the name."

The criminal took another deep breath closed his eyes, and was silent for a long minute before he finally spoke. "He's going after your Sergeant, Olivia Benson. And he's going after her today…"

…

"Lucy, I'm home," Olivia called when she walked through the door. "Hey, I just need to spend some time with my boy, you can-."

Olivia stopped suddenly when she saw the sight in front of her. Her entire body shook, her eyes went wide, her lips trembled. No. No, this can't be happening. Not again. Please, God, not again…

In the now disheveled living room, Lucy was bound to a chair and gagged with duct tape. The young Nanny cried out something, the words muffled by the tape as she tried to twist her head around to talk to her.

She swallowed hard, willing her mind to stay in the here and now as she forced her body to move with a jolt. Olivia sprinted towards Lucy as she drew her gun, almost tripping on one of Noah's toys.

Oh God... No. No no no, please, don't let her worst nightmare in the world be true. Please just let him be okay!

Olivia kneeled in front of her and ripped off the duct tape from Lucy's mouth. "Where's Noah?" she demanded, her voice hitched in terror, forgetting any and all training and protocol she had ever been taught. This was her son that could be in danger. Every single bet was off…

Lucy opened her mouth to speak but a gasp came out instead as she focused on something over Olivia's shoulder. Olivia turned to see what it was and her heart pounded so horrifically bad, she would be surprised if the neighbors hadn't heard it.

"Put the gun down, don't scream and this will all be over soon," Thomas Williams told Olivia as he stood in front of the two women with a loaded gun pointed at Noah's head.

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