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Chapter 10

I missed you this morning.Stepping off the elevator, Liv smiles down at her phone and the immediate reply from Rafael.

You looked too peaceful, didn't want to wake you.

Her feet take her automatically towards her office.

Kick ass today.

He hearts her message.Take names.

Liv hearts his message too.

"Hey, Lieutenant," Carisi greets. He's got a perp by the arm, leading him towards interrogation. "What have we got?" She questions.

"Possible attempted rape-"

"-that's not what happened," the young man protests.

Liv ignores him. "Where's the vic?"

"Mercy," Carisi answers. "Rollin's is on her way."

"Put him in interrogation." Heading into her office, she drops her bag and her jacket in an empty chair. Her phone buzzes with an incoming call from Rollins and she quickly accepts it. "Morning Amanda, what have you got?"

"Morning...Vic's name is Janie Spears, still unconscious, high blood alcohol. You got the perp?"

"Yeah, Carisi's got him in interrogation now."

"Ok...the doctor's here now, I'll call you back."

"Keep us posted." She hangs up, heading over to interrogation. Carisi is waiting for her outside. "So what happened?"

"Ellis Griffin, says he met Janie at a party. They were having al fresco sex in the park, when a tourist, Brian Dancy," he points to the other male sitting in the opposite interrogation room. "Misinterpreted, and called 911."

Fin joins them, leaning against the wall. "It's a he-said, he-said, she can't-say." "And Ellis was drinking too?" She questions for clarification.

Carisi nods. "From the smell of him? Alot."

She nods. "Has he asked for a phone call, a lawyer?"

"Nah, he's eager to tell us his side."

Not sure what other side there could be, Liv nods. "Alright. Let's get him some coffee and get a statement."

Fin heads across the hall. "I'll take British Brian."

She suppresses her smile, following Carisi into the other interrogation room.

...

Rafael hurries off of the elevator for his office, running late from a motions hearing. He's got just enough time for a quick cup of coffee and whatever food he can get his hands on before heading into a grand jury.

Carmen is waiting for him, pacing, and he slows his steps. "What is it?" "I tried to ask her to leave, but I think she might have a weapon."

His eyes dart to his office where he finds Shelia Porter sitting opposite his desk. "Get out of here. Call it in-"

"-I'm not just going to leave you here-"

"-and I'm not going to let you stay," he cuts her off. "Go. Now."

Carmen holds his gaze for a minute before relenting. She grabs her phone and hurries towards the elevator.

He takes a minute to gather himself before heading into his office. "Ms. Porter, I'm going to have to ask you to leave-"

"-I'm not going anywhere."

Circling his desk, he quickly scans her for any sign of a weapon. Her right hand is tucked into her coat, concealing what, he has no idea. "You can't be here-"

"-can't I?" She questions. "Or did you file a restraining order on me too?"

He lowers himself into his chair, holding her gaze. "What do you want?"

...

Liv watches silently as Carisi swabs Ellis Griffin's mouth for DNA when Fin knocks on the door, letting himself in. "Liv, we got situations."

Carisi finishes up and they both head out into the squad room with Fin.

"What's going on?" She questions.

He gestures towards the conference room. "Suspects father is here. Says you know him."

Looking into the conference room, Liv finds a familiar face from her past. "Patrick."

"That's not all," Fin continues. "Officers were dispatched to Hogan Place, the call came from Barba's assistant."

The words take a minute to register and she inhales sharply when it finally clicks. "For what?"

"10-10...possible firearm."

She pulls her phone from her back pocket dialling his number.

It goes right to his voicemail.

...

"I want to see my grandson."

Rafael shakes his head. "There's nothing I can do-"

"-there's plenty you can do," Shelia reasons. "You're close with Olivia. You were there that night, at her apartment. You can talk to her, tell her that I'm not a bad person-"

"-the verdict is still out on that." Something in her eyes shifts and he glances to her concealed hand.

"I didn't kill my daughter."

His phone rings from his hand and he catches Liv's name across the screen. He sends it to his voicemail. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

She erupts from her chair and Rafael does the same.

"I DIDN'T KILL MY DAUGHTER!"

He raises his hands in a gesture to calm her. "You need to leave."

Shelia takes several deep breathes in an attempt to calm herself. "I'm not the monster."

Rafael holds her gaze silently. Her hand shifts from under her jacket and he can practically feel his heart beating in his chest.

"I'm not!" She implores. "I loved my daughter!"

"I'm sure you did," he agrees gently.

Deflating a little, Shiela turns, leaving his office. Rafael exhales.

...

Liv tries Rafael's number again, being sent to his voicemail again.

Shit.

"Fin, you and Rollins head to Hogan place. Call me the minute you know something." Her detectives nod, heading out.

"Carisi, you're with me." She heads towards the conference room, letting herself in. Her heart is beating in her chest, her mind at 1 Hogan Place. She has always known this job to come with risks; she had been on the receiving end of them more times than she can count that and she comes to expect them like the routine paperwork at the end of every case.

But Rafael?

Gruesome scenarios fill her mind and Liv immediately pushes them away, sending him a quick text.

Call me ASAP.

"Patrick," she greets.

The older man rises from his chair. "Olivia."

"How do you two know each other?" Carisi questions.

"We were partners," Patrick answers. "Clearly many, many lifetimes ago. Why is my son in an interrogation room?"

"He's under investigation-"

"-for what?" Patrick snaps.

"For rape."

There's a moment of silence between them before he speaks. "He's not answering anymore questions."

"Ok," she acquiesces. "He won't be questioned further without an attorney present." "I want any statements he's made thrown out."

Liv shakes her head. "You know that I can't do that...he came in voluntarily, this isn't a custodial situation. He didn't ask for a lawyer, he didn't tell us that his father was a cop-"

"-I'm taking him out of here-"

"-Ok."

Patrick relaxes just a fraction. "Shoot me straight: is there any evidence there or?"

"We have a witness that puts him on top of an unconscious vic."

"I see," he nods. "So this must be a mistake."

He's grasping at anything to keep his composure, and Liv only nods, letting him into the interrogation room.

"Olivia, I wish I could say that it was nice to see you," he comments, before going to his son.

...

By the time Fin and Rollins make it to Hogan Place, there are cops all over the place. Fin flashes his badge, weaving his way through the officers congregating in the lobby, heading up to Barba's office.

"You think some perp showed up at his office?" Rollins questions.

"With a mouth like Barba's? It was only a matter of time." They step off the elevator and there are more officers congregating in the reception area. Heading towards his office, the ADA is pacing.

"I don't know," Rafael snaps. "Look, is there anyone else I can speak to?"

"You could talk to us," Rollins offers.

He halts, and exhales at the sight of them. 'Oh thank God," he sighs. "Competence."

Rollins smirks. "We'll take it from here, officers."

The officers close their notepads. "Good luck," one offers, leaving his office closing the door behind them.

"What happened, Barba?" Fin questions.

Rafael loosens his tie, unbutton the collar of his shirt. "Sheila Porter showed up here at my office while I was in court. My assistant thought she had a weapon. I told her to leave and call it in."

"Did she have a weapon?" Rollins asks.

"I don't know. Her right hand was concealed beneath her coat the entire exchange."

"Where is she now?" Fin questions.

"She left before the police got here."

Fin looks over at Rollins and she's already on her phone. "Yeah, this is detective Rollins, SVU...I need officers at Harris Elementary...Noah Porter-Benson."

Rafael's chest tightens. "You don't think she would?"

Fin shakes his head. "We don't know what she would do. Call Liv."

Going to his desk he dials her number. He isn't all that surprised that she picks up on the first ring.

"Are you alright?" She questions immediately.

There's a slight panic in her voice, and if his own wasn't crawling up his throat, he might have took the time to sooth her just a little. "I'm alright...Shelia Porter showed up at my office. She may be armed. Rollins has officers on their way to Noah's school. Liv, you need to get to him."

"Oh my God," she sighs. "I'm on my way."

"Fin and I will meet you there."

TBC