Emma Jones leisurely walked through Central Park, New York. She had only moved to the Big Apple four days ago from Southampton, England. Things weren't quite together yet but she was enjoying having the chance to walk in the fresh air.

Seeing a bench close to the exit she sat down and took in everything around her. She saw teenagers playing football on the grass. Small children playing in the sand with a group of mothers nearby, happily chatting and rocking their pushchairs to and fro. Smiling slightly at the serene picture she put her bag by ber feet .

'NOAH!' Emmas head snapped up. She saw a guy dressed all in black with a ski mask dragging a young boy towards her. A young blonde woman was racing after them, fear splashed across her face. She tried to gain ground but kept getting pushed back by the sudden school crowd that entered.

'LUCY! HELP!' The boy was screaming.

Before Emma could change her mind she shot in front of the man and they all tumbled to the floor.

'Fuck!' Emma grabbed the boys hand and pulled him behind her, pulling him to his feet.

' You fucking bitch' the man grabbed her by the front of her jacket but the young blonde broke through the gaggle of kids. Quick as a flash he pulled a gun and shot the blonde in the chest.

'LUCY!' Emma froze. Never had she seen somebody get shot. Guns just werent common in England. Heck, they were illegal! She spun round and held the boy close to her, trying to block his view but all the while trying to hold him back.

A black van stopped behind them by the pavement and the door slid open. Next thing she knows, both she and the boy are tossed into the van with the man climbing in after them.

'Go!'

She held the boy close to her, trying to keep her body between him and the gun barrel the man was pointing at them.

'Now you're not going to speak, you're not going to make a sound. or that boy has a bullet in his brain. Understand'

Nodding slowly Emma held the boy, who was sobbing loudly and gripping her jacket like a lifeline.

' Make him shut up!'

Whispering simple platitudes she attempted to calm him down, stroking his hair and shhing in his ear softly.

Olivia Benson was sitting at her desk at NYPD SVU unit looking at the mountain of paperwork in front of her trying to make sense of the fact she had been asked to basically chaperone a newbe when Rollins shouted through the open door.

'Liv! Shooting at central park, a child and a woman have been kidnapped!'

Pulling up at the scene she flashed her badge to the cops on the tape and asked for an update.

- 'one victim, 24 year old woman DOA, witnesses say a man in a ski mask was dragging a boy of about 5 towards the entrance. The vic tried running after them but got separated due to a school outing.

A bystander was sat at the bench at the exit, heard the screaming and intecepted the man and boy making them fall to the ground. The vic got through and thats when the perp shot her point blank in the chest while an unmarked black van pulled up onto the sidewalk. The perp pushed the woman and boy into the back and shot off up the road. No licence plates.'

Olivia nodded and started to ask 'whos the vic... LUCY!' Stumbling towards the body on the ground Olivias heart stopped when she saw her sons nanny dead and bleeding.

'No.. NOAH!' Carisi and Rollins immediatly started calling for the boy, talking to the witnesses while Fin, her longest serving teammate held her firmly by the arms as her legs gave out. He was speaking to her but all she could hear was pounding in her ears. Lucy was dead, and if she was chasing the perp that must mean... oh god, her baby boy had been taken..

After what felt like hours the van came to a stop. There were no windows so Emma had no idea which way they had gone. Not that she would have known anyway being new to the country but she assumed they were out of the city with how long it took. Thankfully the boy had eventually cried himself into a deep sleep which seemed to make the male in front her relax enough to lower the gun. She kept her mouth shut though as she had no idea what to do in this situation. What she did know was she wasnt going to allow these thugs to harm the boy.

'Get up slowly, carry the boy and dont say a word. Got it?' Nodding and adjusting the little boy on her hip, Emma held her hand in front of her eyes when the low sun blared as the door opened. Shuffling to the edge she stood up and looked around. Fields surrounded them and in front of her stood a small stone building.She could only see one door and one tiny window. Carrying the boy into the building she entered a dark dingy room. giving a quick glance she noticed another door which she assumed led to a bathroom, a single cot and a single dirty glass on the floor.

'Get in, sit down and dont move. If that runts mother knows whats good for her it wont be long until we let you go.' And with that he flicked the low light on and shut the door. Emma heard multiple locks as he did so.

Laying the boy on the bed and placing her jacket over his small body she sat on the floor and put her head in her hands. What on earth was she going to do?

Olivia didnt know how she made it back to the precinct. She didnt know where they were with the case. At this moment, she wasnt even sure if she knew her own name. All that flooded her mind was her sweet boy Noah. His laugh, his cry. She just kept thinking he must be so scared and she wasnt there to hold him.

'O...Liv.. ia... OLIVIA'

'Wha..what?' Shaking her thoughts away she looked up to find her team looking at her worriedly

'Liv why dont you go home?'

'No, I need to find Noah.' She took a deep breathe.

'What have we got?'

With a wary look at the others Rollins spoke up.

'Hardly anything on the perp, 10 different witnesses and 10 different stories. One says hispanic and about 7 ft one says white and 5 ft and another says it was actually a female. Unis are pulling cctv from the surrounding stores.'

'So we have nothing?'

Carisi stepped in. ' We have an ID on the bystander. Her bag was found under the bench at the exit. One Emma Jones, British national, entered the country 4 days ago. 30 years old, one older sister but estranged. Parents both dead. Never married and worked as a TA in a primary school? Whats that when its at home?'

' A teaching assistant in a school for children aged 5-11 years. basically our elementry school.' Everyone looked at the new arrival. One Rafael Barba, Olivias best friend and the best ADA they had ever worked with.

' And you know this how Barba?' Fin asked sceptically.

' I did some pro bono work in England straight after I finished Harvard. You pick up some things.' He stood behind Olivia and gave her shoulders a squeeze.

' Anyone know why she was in the park? ' From what we can tell she was just taking a stroll. Decided to sit down and thats that really.'

' So we have no info on the perp, Lucy is gone and a random British woman was kidnapped along with my son?'

Rollins laptop pinged and she opened the email.

' Hold up, we have surveillance footage from a store opposite the park, look.' She put the video up onto the big screen. They saw Emma sit on the bench and take in what was happening around her. There was no sound but they all saw the moment her head snapped up to watch a commotion. Liv gasped and Barabas hands tightened on her shoulders. She watched as Noah was dragged towards the park exit, screaming and pulling with all his might. They watched Lucy racing after him but get stuck in the convoy of kids.Next second, Emma intercepted the man and Noah, all of them falling to the ground.

Olivia watched as this stranger pulled Noah behind her, not even flinching when the perp, who was about 2 ft taller than her grabbed the front of her shirt and lifted her clear off the ground. Watched as Lucy broke through the throng of kids and the perp wasted no time in shooting her. They saw Emma freeze and Noah scream. Emma spin round and try to shield Noah from seeing his nanny dead on the floor. And then for the both of them to be pushed into the back of a van with no tellong features.

Barba leant down and wispered ' Hes okay Liv, she tried her hardest to protect him. To Shield him.'

Olivia looked up slowly.

' Find the son of a bitch.'

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