#olivia 'he's my dangerous instinct' benson

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BTHB: Comatose

BTHB: Comatose 

Law and Order: SVU

@badthingshappenbingo​

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“Can I ask you something?”

He flinches at the small voice from across the room. Blue eyes similar to his eyes stare at him blankly beneath brown curly hair with the same tenacity and strength he'd worked side by side with for twelve years. 

Elliot nods slowly, prompting the ten year old to slide out of his chair and cross the room to stop inches from the foot of his mother's bed. Noah Benson rests his hand on the foot of the bed and eyes Elliot cautiously. "Did you do something to my mom?"

Elliot chokes on his breath and pushes himself from the huddled position in his chair to face Noah. He stifles a need to burst into tears and instead answers in a cracked voice, “What do you mean?”

“If you were the one that got her hurt,” Noah muses, “you’d be in jail. But- but you aren’t arrested and you have a badge. So you're a cop. Right?”

Elliot can feel his heart shatter as the boy eyes his mother, lying unconscious in one of Sanai’s hospital beds, hooked up to a handful of wires. He himself can’t bring himself to look at her- no, not after what had happened. The guilt alone-

“Do you work with my mom?” Noah’s question comes as he steps closer to Elliot, causing the older man to flinch. “I’ve never seen or heard about you before.”

“You're inquisitive,” Elliot stammers. Noah cocks his head to right and mutters, “What’s itiquative?”

“Inquisitive,” Elliot corrects. He scratches the back of his neck and sighs, “It means you ask a lot of questions. You also like to ask the right questions. Like your mom.”

“That’s what Uncle Fin says.” His face falls as he turns towards the bed and sniffles, “Is she going to be ok?” 

A knuckle raps on the door as Fin Tutola ducks his head into the door before stepping in. He pauses to stare at Olivia for a moment before shaking his head in disbelief. Even though he had dropped off Noah an hour earlier, he still finds himself shaken at seeing her in this state. “You ready to head out, Noah?”

Noah doesn’t peel his eyes from the bed. “Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” he answers softly. Behind him, Fin and Elliot exchange a worried look. 

“Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” Fin asks. He walks to the side of the bed opposite Elliot and Noah. He places a hand on Olivia’s forehead and sighs as one of his closest friends doesn’t react to his touch. Noah nods slowly and furrows his brow as he recalls the day prior’s conversation. 

“She hit her head on the sidewalk when she and-” Noah quickly whips his head back to Elliot, “Detective Stabler was trying to leave the hospital. It’s a….it’s called a…”

“Cerebral edema,” Elliot finishes. “Brain swelling. They induced a coma to help the swelling go down. It’s going to take a few days for her to heal, buddy.” Using the word ‘buddy’ stings for Elliot- hell, he doesn’t deserve to use that term for the son of the woman whose heart he broke. 

 Noah shakes his head. “Oh, yeah. Can I stay a little longer? ‘Cause I want to be here when she wakes up.” 

“Well, Elliot will be here-”

Noah’s eyes widen and he turns once more to Elliot. He mirrors his mother’s investigative scan at his badge and face. “My mom says your name in her sleep. A lot.” 

Fin snorts unexpectedly at the boy’s comment. “Okay. Maybe this is a conversation for another time-”

 Elliot finally pulls himself out of his daze and holds up a hand in defense. “No, I-I can head out and-”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Noah counters. “Can I talk to Elliot, Uncle Fin?”

Elliot glances up to Fin, who’s staring at Noah with contemplation. Even after ten years, Elliot can recognize the planning in the sergeant’s eyes. After a minute, Fin looks down to Olivia and whispers to her, “It’s your kid and you know I can’t say that to that face. He’s going to ask a million questions unless we nip it in the butt.” 

“Fin-”

“Why don’t you take Noah down to the cafeteria?” Fin suggests, cutting Elliot off. He checks his cellphone to see 7:36 on the lock screen. “I think the cafeteria closes by 8 and he hasn’t had dinner yet.” 

“Wait, maybe-” 

Noah’s already moving towards the head of the bed where an empty chair sits close enough for him to climb onto the bed. He sits on his knees and begins chatting to his mother, “Mom, I’m going to be right back, ok?” 

“She heard you,” Fin says. “I’ll keep an eye on her.” 

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In the cafeteria, Noah slides into one of the cafeteria’s booths with a plate of a hotdog and French fries. Elliot stands next to the table and watches the boy slide off his jacket and begin eating hungrily without a word. The detective hesitates before easing down into the booth and sliding across to sit directly across from him. 

“How’s the food?” Elliot finally asks after a few minutes of silence. 

“Good.” 

“I’m glad.” Elliot rests his hands in his lap and asks, “So your question about if I did something to your mom….what made you think that?”

“I heard Auntie Amanda and Uncle Sonny talking about you when I stayed at Auntie Amanda’s apartment,” Noah answers. He takes a bite of his hot dog and continues, “They were talking about how her ex-partner came back and how someone….named Chief said that she should stay away from you. What’d you do?”

“I- '' Elliot inhales and exhales slowly, replaying the many ways he had predicted having a conversation with Olivia’s son. “I was her partner at work for twelve years. We were inseparable and then I left her….without saying goodbye.” 

“Why?”

Elliot pauses to formulate his answer. “Adult reasons.”

Noah moves onto his French fries and mumbles, “Adults always say that. It’s dumb.”

“Touché. I was married until a couple of months ago when my wife died,” Elliot explains. Saying the words ‘my wife died’ still stings. “When your mom and I were partners, I…..um…”

“You loved my mom?” Noah’s eyes widen before he shrugs his shoulders at Elliot’s sudden look of disbelief. “What? It happens in the movies all the time.”

“You are too smart for your own good,” Elliot chuckles. “I did but I was married. That’s a complicated line even for adults.”

“Then….why’d you leave?” 

“Because I was afraid. Things became complicated so I did what cowards do and ran, Noah.” He ignores the instinct to stop spilling his guts to a ten year old and pushes on. “ My family and I moved to Italy and I cut her out of my life.” 

Noah suddenly stops eating, pushes the plate towards Elliot and scowls at the man. “That’s stupid.”

“What?”

“I don’t get why adults do stupid stuff like that. My friend Phillip’s parents hated each other but they stayed married. Philip said they should have gotten a divorce  a long time ago but didn’t. He moved away last year with his grandparents,  I think. It’s dumb that you left.” 

Elliot settles back against the booth, speechless. The observations and opinions shared by everyone in Olivia’s life spilled out by her son in a ten minute conversation. “It was and will be one of the greatest regrets in my life.” 

Noah takes another fry off of his plate. His next question comes in a timid voice. “Do you still love my mom?”

Elliot swallows hard and feels tears forming in his eyes. “Why do you ask?” he chokes out. 

“Because you keep staying with her at the hospital. And you look like people do when people they love are hurt.” 

Elliot nods and chuckles. “You should be a detective when you grow up.”

“I want to be a dancer. Do you?”

Elliot smiles for the first time in days at Noah. “More than anything. More than anything.”

Noah takes another fry before stifling a yawn. “You should tell her...if she...if she…”

“Hey,” Elliot quickly slides out of his side of the boot and moves to sit next to a suddenly tear eyed Noah. Elliot rests a hand on his shoulder and says softly, “Your mom is the absolute strongest woman I ‘ve ever met. She’s going to be ok. You can’t give up hope, okay?”

Noah buries his head against Elliot’s shoulder and whimpers, “Okay.” 

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"They're letting me stay the night," Elliot says softly as he settles back into his chair he had been sitting in for the past two days. After parting ways with Fin and Noah, he had returned to the hospital room to find a blanket , a pillow and a nurse giving a nod in approval. "I think they assume that we've..that we're…together, I guess."

Hw can't bring himself to look at her battered form in the bed. The moments of leaving the hospital after the Chief and IAB had dismissed Bell, Olivia and him to go home replays over and over every time his mind wanders.

"Elliot, I don't need protection!" Olivia growls as the three head towards the parking garage. 

"Wheatley got to Angela in a hospital! I'm not going to let him get near you!" Elliot counters. Behind him, Bell's eyes are occupied on her phone, brow furrowed at the information she's just received from Jet. 

“I know how to protect myself and my son. I’m a police captain,” she argues back. There’s an anger behind her statement that he can’t quite place but-

Bell suddenly holds up a hand and exclaims, “Hold up! Jet’s just sent me a-”

His sergeant doesn't finish as a concussive force slams into his body , propelling him and the two women across the pavement and into unconsciousness. 

Elliot shakes off the memory and continues to talk. “I think it’s because I’ve spent a total of six hours away from you since the explosion. Liv, I can’t- ever since I’ve come back, I’ve put you in danger, caused you stress and….got Kathy killed.”

In the back of his head, he imagines the Olivia of ten years ago, sitting next to him with a cup of coffee and a comforting hand on his shoulder, saying, “El, you can’t blame yourself for something that was out of your control.”

“But I left you and that was in my control,” he answers the voice. He rubs a hand over his face in frustration. Another bit of memory- the briefest moment of consciousness after the explosion replays in his head. 

He’ll never forget opening his eyes to her lying unconscious a foot away from him on the pavement with blood running from her ear onto the ground. 

“I know I don’t deserve this but,” Elliot whispers, “but don’t leave me please. I didn’t deserve Kathy and I sure as hell don’t deserve you….but” he finally looks up to the bed and can’t stop the sob of guilt that comes. The tubes, cuts and her stillness break him. Elliot stands up and walks to her side, letting the tears fall. The tears don’t fall only for her, but for his wife, his kids, Noah and everyone he’s impacted since returning to New York. 

“I love you,” Elliot whispers. He rests his forehead against hers and repeats the words he hopes he can say one day again. “I love you.”

[lovemesomerafael]

El Amor Todo Lo Puede          Chapter 35: Danger and Pain

Chapters 1-31  Chapter 32  Chapter 33  Chapter 34 

The New York legal and penal systems were massive, ponderous bureaucracies that took forever to get anything done, and where mistakes happened with deplorable regularity.  One of those common, administrative, regrettable but seemingly innocuous mistakes was not notifying Olivia Benson or Rafael Barba when Andrew Rhee somehow managed to get paroled from Riker’s Island.  Which was supposed to have been flagged as a critical notification, because Andrew Rhee had sworn, often and on the record, that his first act as a free man would be to kill Rafael Barba.

Andrew Rhee was vicious.  His barbaric treatment of the women he’d trafficked and put to work on the streets was notorious even for that monstrous business.  Building and prosecuting the case that put him away was one of SVU’s proudest achievements.  It had been hideous, tedious, heartbreaking work that took almost a year of slowly, painstakingly building trust with women who were too brutalized even to care about themselves, let alone to believe in the possibility of justice.  

Their stroke of luck, if you could call it that, came from the fact that Rhee’s savagery extended to everyone he came across.  He’d betrayed a low-level pimp who had turned out to be even more vindictive than Rhee was.  That had led to a wiretapped phone call, a recorded meeting, and an arrest on charges related to running the prostitution ring as well as conspiracy related to laundering the money from that ring.  It wasn’t enough, and it wasn’t what they’d wanted or Rhee had deserved, but at least Rhee was in prison.  Until he wasn’t.  

*****

Laura felt a large, warm hand snaking up from the back of her thigh, over her buttocks, and onto her back.

“It’s the middle of the night,” she whined thickly into her pillow.

“It’s six a.m.  And since when do you complain when I wake you up the middle of the night?”

Laura pulled her pillow over her head.  “Because this time you’re going to tell me it’s morning.”

“It is morning.”

“Told you.”

Rafael could hear muttered Spanish curses emanating from under the pillow.  He smiled as he scooted closer and began to kiss his way from Laura’s shoulder to her back, and down her flank, chuckling victoriously as he felt her roll over to give him access to her breasts.  

“I thought we were working on making you more of a morning person.”

“Understandable mistake.  You like morning sex.  I just like the sex part, not the morning part.”

Rafael’s cheerful, dirty, promising laugh against her skin swept away the last of Laura’s sleepiness.  She emerged from under her pillow to scoot closer to Rafael, running her hands over the parts of him she could reach.  He was in a raunchy mood this morning, having been awakened by a very sexy dream, and by the time they had enjoyed all the positions he had in mind, they had to scramble to make it to work on time.

*******

The juxtaposition of the two phone calls probably saved Rafael’s life.  The unit wasted no time making the connection because, at the same time Chief Dodds called Olivia to notify her of Rhee’s parole, Carmen called Laura to ask why Rafael hadn’t shown up for work.  

Amanda Rollins immediately got online, working to find Rafael’s car using license plate recognition programs available to the NYPD.  That part was easy, too, because there was already a police report regarding the silver-blue Audi, abandoned still running and with the door open two blocks from Rafael’s office.  Without discussion, the entire squad grabbed coats and sped to the location.

The passenger’s-side rear of the car showed clearly that it had been rammed off the street and into a street lamp, which was now embedded in the front grille.  There was blood on the drivers’ seat and the door.  

Olivia tried to tell Laura that she could not be involved in the investigation.  That lasted four tense, growled sentences between the two.  

“You’re too personally involved.”

“I’m going to help find him.  Liv, you know I trained under Hank Voight.  Do you want to work together, or do you want me on my own?”

“Don’t threaten me.  I’ll allow you to continue as long as you do exactly as I tell you.  And you will not go Voight on this.  You go outside those parameters, I’ll cuff you in the back of a squad for the duration. Are we clear?”

“We’re clear.”

Laura wanted to work as part of the team.  She had worked for Olivia long enough now to develop a primary instinct to do things right.  But she wondered whether there was anything Benson, Fin, or anyone else could do to stop her from doing whatever it took to find Rafael.  She doubted it.  She clamped down on her fear, channeling all her energy into the laser focus and organized, systematic working of the situation she had been trained for.  Find the bastard and get Rafael back alive.  That was the mission.  Emotion had no place here.  Had anyone from CPD Intelligence been there, they would have recognized in Laura the beady-eyed, steely wiredness that Voight got when he was on the hunt.

Canvassing the area for witnesses, and collecting and reviewing footage from the many video cameras in the area seemed to take longer than it ever had before.  The entire team was angry, on-edge, and restless.  Laura was the one romantically involved with him, but Barba was a key member of the team, important to all of them.  He was family.  And he was in the hands of a vicious bastard who had vowed to kill him.  They were all spoiling for a fight, not least Olivia Benson.

They found no witnesses who could tell them anything the first video camera didn’t.  The city traffic camera on the corner nearest the crash scene showed a black SUV intentionally and ruthlessly ramming Rafael’s Audi into the streetlight, pinning it so it couldn’t move.  The squad immediately began to assess everything in every frame of the video for information that would guide their next steps.  They were able to read the license plate of the SUV, which had been reported stolen the night before.  Laura and Fin were dispatched to talk to the owner, to see what they could learn that may lead them to Rhee.  

And the video clearly showed that it was Rhee who had crashed Rafael’s car and forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of the SUV. The squad was alarmed to see that, prior to even forcing him from the car, Rhee had brutally pistol-whipped Rafael. The level of anger in that short few frames was terrifying.  Rafael did not have a lot of time.

As Fin and Laura tore out to interview the owner of the stolen SUV, Rollins and Carisi began combing traffic footage from the time of the crash looking for where the SUV had gone.  Olivia worked the phones.  She ordered the entire file and all the evidence on the Rhee case delivered to the squad room emergently, then began to gather all the intel possible on Rhee’s known associates and what they’d been doing since he’d been in prison.  After that, she got to work on all his communications while he was in Riker’s – all phone calls and visitors.  

*******

The abandoned old house on Long Island took forever to reach.  Rafael’s head was pounding, his face bleeding freely, and Rhee’s first action upon shoving him into the back seat of the SUV was to cuff his hands behind him so that he had no way of stemming the flow of blood.  He was alarmed at the size of the ever-increasing spot on the upholstery where his head lay.  

He tried to talk to Rhee.  Make a connection, right?  Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do?  Make the kidnapper see you as a person?  

The problem was, Rhee already saw Barba as a person; a cocky, smart-ass lawyer with all the power of the state behind him, who had stood up in court for five days talking filth and telling lies about Rhee and his businesses. Disrespect didn’t come close to what he’d done to Rhee.  The cops, Rhee didn’t give a damn about.  Cops were impotent vermin he could outsmart any day of the week.  But this little fuck, poncing around in his faggy suits, using twenty-dollar words when one syllable would do, convinced of his own superiority over someone like Rhee, getting Rhee sent to rot in prison…  Oh, yeah.  This prick had to die.  And he would. But first, he was going to suffer.

He’d begun to plan his revenge even before the verdict came down.  Rhee had plenty of friends.  There weren’t a lot of people he trusted, but there were plenty of people about whom he knew things that could get them killed or busted.  Plenty of people who owed him, or were afraid enough of him to do whatever he asked.  So he’d learned about Barba – his home address, his family, his schedule, and he’d kept tabs on him.  Anyone with Rhee’s connections could get that kind of information.  He was sorry that his information indicated Barba was some sort of a monk – he would have liked to find some little piece of ass Barba was sweet on and make him watch while Rhee tore them apart in every sense of the phrase.  Oh, well.

It was clear to Rafael that he wasn’t going to be bonding with Rhee when, at the first opportunity, Rhee had pulled off the road and given him a solid fist to the mouth.  

“Next time it’s my foot.  Shut the fuck up.”

Being Barba, however, he’d spit out the blood and tried again a few minutes later.  This time, he reminded Rhee about the number of times he’d threatened Barba in front of cops, fellow attorneys, and even the trial judge.  Rhee had not made himself popular with New York law enforcement, even before he’d finally been caught.  He was slippery and had relished every opportunity to taunt the cops, right up until Lieutenant Benson had finally found a way to arrest him.  

“You know it’s going to be obvious this was you.  You might kill me, but you’ll just go right back to Riker’s.  And this time, you won’t see the light of day again.  Think about that.”

“Fuck you.  Shut up!”

“You wanna stay out?  Just pull over and let me out.  That’s it.  It ends here, we both go on with our lives.”

This time, Rhee used the duct tape he’d brought.  He’d kind of been hoping for some crying and begging, which is why he’d left it off before.  He should’ve known this arrogant little asshole wouldn’t cooperate.

Rafael tried not to wonder whether anyone had noticed him missing yet.

*******

Fin leaned hard on his forearm against the throat of the guy pressed up to the wall of his stuffy, cluttered office at the back of his Asian restaurant.  

“You really, really wanna talk right now.  ‘Cuz your buddy’s gone and kidnapped a D.A., and nobody’s gonna blink if I mess up a lowlife like you gettin’ him back.”  

The fear and pain on the fat man’s face didn’t stop him from gulping air and telling Fin to go to hell.  Fin heard Laura unsnap her holster and draw her Glock.  

“Move, Fin.”

“You hear that?  My partner’s done with this polite chat we’re havin’.  She ain’t gon’ shoot you in the head, neither, ya feel me?”

“Screw you,” the fat man coughed out.

Fin pulled him from the wall and shoved him, bodily, into a sitting position in his chair.  Laura stepped to him and put the muzzle of her gun into his crotch.  He froze, breathing heavily, his eyes round as he looked from Fin to Laura.

“You sure about this, Killa?”  Fin looked concerned.  Laura honestly didn’t know whether the concern was an act for the benefit of the fat guy coughing and sweating in the chair.  It wasn’t an act.  Fin knew more than anyone how serious things had become between his partner and Barba.  That, combined with the look on her face and the rusty iron in her voice, made it less than even money that she was bluffing.

“I’m gonna count to three, and then I’m gonna make you real sorry you didn’t just answer my partner’s questions.  One.”

“Fuck you.  You can’t do this-“

“You’re watching me do it.  Two.”

“You can’t – I can’t tell you anything.  Rhee’s a maniac.  He’ll kill me.”

“You probably won’t care that much once I shoot off your dick.  Three-“

“OK!  OK! Fuck!”  

Laura didn’t shoot, but didn’t move the gun, either.  In fact, she shoved it painfully into his groin.

“Talk.  Now.”

According to the fat man, Rhee had been working with some of his former associates while he was in prison, paying them through a girlfriend with access to his hidden bank accounts.  At first, he’d just been buying information about the D.A. who had sent him up. More recently, when it looked like Rhee might be able to make a deal that would get him out early, he’d wanted more concrete things.  Exactly what, the fat man didn’t know.  But he knew enough to have no doubt Rhee had taken that D.A., and had some grisly plans for him.

Having exhausted threats, Laura had broken the guy’s nose getting the names of the former associates who had helped Rhee prepare to kidnap Rafael.  

“Dude’s nose was already broken when we got there,” Fin noted as they rushed out of the restaurant to their squad car.

“Whatever,” Laura agreed.  “How’d I get his blood on me?”

“You’re a helper.”

“Ah.”

“Call Liv.  Let her know where we’re headed.”

 *******

The walk from the car past the ramshackle, weed-choked house was unpleasant but uneventful. Rafael was not about to try anything physical.  Not with his hands cuffed behind him and his ears still ringing from Rhee’s latest punch in his face, administered as he pulled Rafael from the car and threatened more if he tried anything.  He wondered what Laura would do in his position.   She probably wouldn’t be in this position, he thought.  She’d have kicked the guy’s teeth down his throat, arrested him, and be explaining to me right now why it wasn’t her fault while I gave her shit about it.  The thought of Laura, going about her day, having no idea what was happening to him, made him physically sick.  Or maybe that was the blows to the head.  In any event, he couldn’t think about her.  It made his heart hurt to think what she would go through when she learned he’d been abducted.  And probably killed.  

Rhee pushed Rafael ahead of him to an outbuilding that was as dilapidated as the house.  Rafael saw when he was shoved through the door that it was a stable that had apparently housed horses at one time.  The first room had been a tack room; there were hooks and shelves for harnesses and saddles, and a sort of built-in series of cupboards.  From there, they passed into the stable itself and he saw that one stall had been fitted with floor to ceiling iron bars.  Given the fresh sawdust and the debris of a wooden gate that had been removed, Rafael guessed this crude cell had been built especially for him. Lovely.  He tried very hard to be annoyed.  It helped keep the terror at bay.

*******

Between them, the squad determined which two of Rhee’s “associates” named by the fat man were most likely to know where he was.  Fin and Laura went to see one, while Olivia and Carisi went to the other.  Rollins stayed in the squad room, coordinating communication and trying to keep control of the help being offered by Chief Dodds and D.A. McCoy.  She sent the extra detectives provided by Dodds to see the other associates on the fat man’s list.  She tasked the investigators on loan from the D.A.’s office with reviewing traffic cam footage and the files from SVU’s previous investigation of Rhee.  

They would find Barba in time.  They had to.

*******

The madam Fin and Laura burst in on looked very young to be running a brothel staffed by underage boys and girls tricked into believing they had been offered opportunities in the U.S. and then, upon arrival, forced into sexual slavery.  She also looked very old to be as young as she was.  Too bad.  She could be a victim another day.  Today she was standing between SVU and getting Rafael home safely.  

Fin tried to bully her.  She’d been bullied for as long as she could remember by men who hit first and threatened later.  Laura tried to shame her.  She laughed. Fin tried to bribe her.  She was interested, but ultimately couldn’t agree to a deal because she knew what Rhee would do to her.  Laura smacked her around a bit, and that seemed to have a small effect, but not nearly enough.  Fin raged and threatened all kinds of legal and financial disasters if she didn’t cooperate.  Although that had no effect, the difference between her reactions to Fin and her reactions to Laura told them both what would work.  They didn’t need to discuss it.  They’d been working together long enough and closely enough to have little need for words in this situation.

“Fin,” Laura said quietly.  “Get out of here.”

Fin turned to her from where he’d been standing, looming over the madam.  He didn’t say anything, just looked at Laura.

“Take a walk,” she said in that hard, cruel voice he’d heard when she’d spoken to the fat man, made more threatening by the fact that now she was almost whispering.

“Man, I don’t know…”

“You don’t want to be here for this.”

“Killa, you know we’re already on thin ice…”

“Don’t worry.  You weren’t here.”

The madam looked from one to the other, fear showing on her face for the first time.  Laura reached down and lifted a pant leg, pulling a knife from a sheath strapped to her ankle. Fin walked past Laura to the door.

Keeping her eyes on the madam, she said to Fin, “Go.”

“I’ll be right outside the door,” he told her.

“Don’t worry about what you hear.”

“I ain’t tryna hear nothing,” he said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.  

Laura was shaking as she approached the madam.  The madam noticed that.  She also noticed the subtle but unmistakable muscle definition in Laura’s arms, and the animal way she moved.  She’d noticed the blood on Laura’s shirt the minute they’d walked into the room, but hadn’t thought much about it until this moment.  That, and the look on Laura’s face, made the madam wonder whether Rhee was the one she needed to be afraid of right that moment.  Had she ever heard the name Hank Voight, she would have known the answer.

Fin heard a harsh exchange of words too quiet to make out, then a stifled cry of pain followed by heavy breathing.  He hoped he wasn’t hearing the end of his and Laura’s police careers. Then he thought about what he knew about Andrew Rhee, and the fact that Barba was in Rhee’s control right this minute. He pointedly ignored the scuffles and muffled screams that came through the door over the next five minutes.

When Laura came out of the room, she closed the door before Fin could see the madam.  There was fresh blood on Laura’s shirt and arm and she was wiping the tip of her knife with a tissue.  

“She’ll be fine.  There’s a house on Long Island.  We need to get back to the station.”

*******

Rhee had apparently not been to the house before. He threw Rafael into the cell, gave him a few halfhearted kicks in the ribs, then closed and locked the bars at the entrance.  Through his one good eye, Rafael saw him check out the soundness of the bars, then look around the stable, lifting objects and opening boxes stacked near the wall opposite the cell.  There were tools in one of the boxes.  Pliers. Jumper cables.  And in a plastic case, there were vials and syringes.  Rafael began to gag just as Rhee left the stable, giving no hint of where he was going, or when he would return.

The late winter afternoon light was almost gone.

*******

Amanda had made good use of the investigators and extra detectives in the squad room.  They had learned quite a bit about Rhee and the people he’d been involved with before his incarceration.  They were fairly sure they’d identified his girlfriend, and Amanda had sent two detectives to find her and bring her back.  If anyone knew where Rhee would go, she should.  

Fin and Laura arrived at the squad room just before Benson and Carisi.  The two of them had obtained a list of some of the things Rhee had obtained from prison. It wasn’t good.  Olivia had decided that Laura didn’t need to know everything on the list.  They would talk about the food and other survival supplies.  She didn’t need to know about the other things.  

Laura reported what the madam had told her.  The madam hadn’t known much about where it was, but she knew that there had been a house out a ways on Long Island that had been a brothel, but was no longer used after Rhee went to prison.  Pressed, the madam had said that it took somewhere between one and two hours to get there from Manhattan, and that it was in the middle of nowhere.  

Once they knew they were looking on Long Island, the places to look for the SUV on traffic cameras narrowed significantly. To get from lower Manhattan to Long Island, Rhee would have to cross the East River, and it made sense to start with the bridges closest to the crash scene.  Knowing the time of the crash and the direction Rhee likely went, the D.A.’s investigators divided up the potential routes and scoured traffic, and found the SUV crossing the Williamsburg Bridge about twenty minutes after the crash. It was impossible to see the men in the SUV, so there was no way to tell what Rafael’s condition had been at that point. But it was a start.  

The problem was, there were too many places to look once the SUV crossed into Brooklyn.  At first, they easily followed it along the Brooklyn Queens Expressway.  But that ended once the SUV reached the massive, tangled interchange where the BQE met the Long Island and Queens Midtown Expressways, an impossible snarl of highways with innumerable ramps and service roads.  With the added problem of inoperative cameras at some locations, after an hour and a half of looking, they had simply lost the SUV and had too many choices to quickly pick it up again.  

Everyone’s taut nerves jangled with irritation and several none-too-professional exchanges occurred before D.A. McCoy quietly but firmly put an end to them and refocused efforts.  He put his most computer-savvy investigators on mining real estate records, matching them against the names of known Rhee associates and businesses he had owned or been involved with.  If they couldn’t find the SUV, they needed to find the house.

******

Olivia refused to allow Laura anywhere near the interrogation of Rhee’s girlfriend.  Laura figured that she wouldn’t be able to be very effective in questioning her, anyway. Laura was too liable to go off, given her anxiety level and the lateness of the hour, and she knew neither Dodds nor McCoy would tolerate any Voight-level tactics.  She wished Voight was here.  She desperately wished Rafael was here.  

At that moment, Laura promised herself that, when she saw him next, she was going to tell Rafael the truth about her feelings for him.  However frightening it might be to him, he deserved to know that she was in love with him. She began to think about the possibility that he might die without ever hearing that from her, but the tears that threatened were mercilessly blinked away and the thoughts pushed roughly down. There was work to do.  Rafael was out there, in pain and in extreme danger.

*******

Rhee returned about two hours after he’d left. When he let himself into the makeshift cell, there wasn’t much Rafael could do, handcuffed and lying on the filthy, straw-strewn floor.  Even when he saw the syringe in Rhee’s hand, he could only kick at him and struggle away, until Rhee used his weight to pin Rafael’s legs and shoved the needle roughly through his shirt and into his arm.

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Olivia Benson- the mashup

Sir Kim Darroch coined the tern "diplomatic vandalism", while applying it to Trump its better suited to the despotic actions of Justin Trudeau. His actions have insulted the world and as a result he used his feral instincts to impose his wrath on those that he could hurt most, the Canadian citizen. These bizarre constitutionalism temper tantrums are destructive to all things Canadian His parliamentary colleagues left in fear of him discussing whether he was a sociopath or a psychopath. In any event - he has taken my life - because he could. In a fit of impotent childish rage based on his internal biochemical forces that has scarred the political, economical and constitutional face of Canada.

As he has done to me personally, he has crippled and killed of segments of the population that may never recover from his puberty based wrath.  

 As Canada has gone completely rogue and murderous in this case of #whitegenocide and its inherent desire that not only myself but many innocent victims from all over the world that will be infected upon my death. In Malaysia it seems that the worse case scenario is the correct premise. Death and Infection via, the plague 2019.7.9

 Canada has determined that it wants a negative outcome and be held responsible for this International Crime. Justin Trudeau has created the white genocide policy to cull in particular European immigrant Canadians due to his radically declining political future. He wants Fame at any measure including Infamy.  

I have contacted everyone and now that its the plague? All hell will break loose. Lawyers are the advocates that are required. Yes, I have the plague - but I have quarantined myself here in Malaysia - simply as I am too weak to do much. My life can be saved

If the Irish - Australian - New Zealand authorities act swiftly.  Ireland is part of the commonwealth and under these extra ordinary circumstances - can call upon much greater international laws than it has seen in its history. This is by nature unprecedented by Canada but its keeping with the now Canada circa 2019.  

 The Prime Minister of Ireland has all my documents - and my many emails as does the FBI, The NSA and all international agencies. Now the Irish Human rights lawyers - some are listed here but as Canadian lawyers have pointed out - these cases employ a virtual armada of Lawyers and Law firms. Canadian laws have been altered by Justin Trudeau that prevents Canadian lawyers from assisting any Canadian at risk and requiring Legal assistance, from ever receiving any such support.

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https://youtu.be/i8z0fyaqG-w

  https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2019/07/13/the-irish-anti-plague-advocates-segue-to-political-asylum-from-a-canadian-trudeaus-perfect-storm-of-mayhem-madness-circa-2019/

 https://youtu.be/iLzZLBnL3rA

 https://youtu.be/eqxVI1TEyxo

 https://youtu.be/OJJsBjZCDPU

  https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2019/05/15/taoiseach-prime-minister-of-ireland-leo-varadkar-ireland-headquarters-government-buildings-merrion-street-dublin-2-d02-r583-ireland-urgent-emergency-sos/

 https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2019/06/18/fbi-john-schachnovsky-us-embassy-bangkok-120-22-wireless-road-bangkok-thailand-10330-tel-66-2-205-4000-fbi-26-federal-plaza-new-york-ny-10278-usa/

 https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/how-the-canadian-consulates-murders-canadians-who-are-attacked-abroad-a-cautionary-tale-of-havoc-madness-malfeasance-2/

  https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2019/01/27/clive-stafford-smith-reprieve-urgent-urgent-urgent-urgent/

  https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/long-live-the-king-kevin-oleary/

 PLEASE UNDERSTAND – THESE DETAILS AS CONTAINED IN THESE BLOGS MAY BE THE ONLY RECORD OF THIS ORDEAL- MY PENDING DEATH CAN ERASE ALL OF MY LIFE AS THE EFFORTS BY CANADA AND MALAYSIA TO MURDER ME VIA THE PLAGUE.

· IF I SURVIVE – THE NEUROLOGICAL DAMAGE MAY CAUSE MY BRAIN PERMANENT DAMAGE. AND I ALREADY HAVE DIFFICULTY- WITH MY MEMORY – THE PAIN – IS WAY TOO INTENSE- PLUS THE TRAUMA THAT WILL OCCUR – AS I SEEK HELP- THE VIOLENCE I HAVE LIVED THROUGH IS KILLING ME AS WELL. SO THESE WORDS MAY BE THE ONLY RECORD LEFT OF MY LIFE.

·  @fbicbs

https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2019/06/18/fbi-john-schachnovsky-us-embassy-bangkok-120-22-wireless-road-bangkok-thailand-10330-tel-66-2-205-4000-fbi-26-federal-plaza-new-york-ny-10278-usa/

  THE CORNUCOPIA OF DEATH - THE WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

•Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome expanded. •Hemorrhagic Fever with Renal Syndrome collapsed. •Lassa fever collapsed. •Leptospirosis collapsed.(MALAYSIA EPIDEMIC)  •Lymphocytic Chorio-meningitis (LCM) collapsed. •Omsk Hemorrhagic Fever collapsed. •Plague collapsed. •Rat-Bite Fever collapsed

HIV & AIDS

 https://drive.wps.com/docs/2wB2lI7rj

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  Chile Eboe-Osuji

ICC Oude Waalsdorperweg 10, 2597 AK Den Haag, Netherlands

NBCNewsMediaRelations@nbcuni.com

leo.varadkar@oir.ie

360@CNN.com

  PRIME MINISTER LEO VARADKAR

https://www.finegael.ie/our-people/ministers/dublin/dublin-west/leo-varadkar/

CONTACT DETAILS

Address:

Department of the Taoiseach Merrion St. Dublin 2

PRIME MINISTER LEO VARADKAR

Phone:

016194000

Email:

leo.varadkar@oir.ie

CONSTITUENCY

Dublin West

Address:

37A Main Street Ongar Dublin 15

Phone:

016403133

Fax:

016403155

Web:

http://www.leovaradkar.ie/

  YOU ALL KNOW OF MY OUTRAGEOUS ORDEAL- I HAVE HAD TO USE ALL MY STRENGTH- TO TRY AND MANAGE MY RESCUE – INSTEAD OF RUSHING TO THE EMBASSY AND TRAUMATIZING YOUR STAFF – I HAVE SPENT WEEKS AS IN 6 WEEKS ATTEMPTING TO ALERT YOU ALL OF THIS ORDEAL AND THAT I REQUIRE IMMEDIATE ASYLUM IN IRELAND AND TREATMENT FOR THE PLAGUE BEFORE I DIE AND UNLEASH IT ON THE WORLD – THANKS TO TRUDEAU WHITE GENOCIDE STRATEGY . PLEASE HELP – ASAP!

THE RULES LAWS FOR ASYLUM ARGUE THAT YOU MUST BE IN MORTAL DANGER AND THAT YOU MUST BE PERSECUTED.  HOW DID CANADA PERSECUTE AND PLACE ME IN MORTAL DANGER ?

1. DECLARE AGAINST THE CONSTITUTIONS OF CANADA - I AM NOT CANADIAN ENOUGH TO RECEIVE  URGENT MEDICAL ASSISTANCE. RESULTING IN MY DEATH.

2. I FILED MANY REPORTS - PETITIONS - PHONE CALLS - BESEECHING CANADA- DR.HEDY FRY TO ASSIST ME AND SAVE MY LIFE. 

3. DECLARE THAT AS PART OF THE  OLD EUROPEAN STOCK THAT CREATED CANADA - THAT I WAS REPLACEABLE? 

4. CHC-KL DELIBERATELY MISLED ME VIA INFORMATION IN REGARDS TO MEDICAL ASSISTANCE AND LEGAL ASSISTANCE AFTER THE PATHOGENIC ASSAULT THAT IS LEADING TO MY DEATH.

5. AS THE CHC-KL VOWS THAT I AM NOT CANADIAN ENOUGH - AND NOT WORTHY OF LIVING- THEY SCORNFULLY WITH SO MUCH LAUGHTER BY THE ASSISTANT TO THE AMBASSADOR DENIED ME HELP. YET ALL THE WHILE - KNOWING THAT ALTHOUGH AS A CANADIAN - I WAS ENTITLED TO MEDICAL CARE AND TO BE SENT BACK TO CANADA ASAP. THE CONSULAR FUND - 1 BILLION DOLLARS IS A TRUDEAU SLUSH FUND  AND NOT USED TO ASSIST CANADIANS THAT ARE IN GREAT DANGER. AS TRUDEAU HAS USED THESE FUNDS IN WAYS THAT INDICATE MALFEASANCE. 

6. DR.HEDY FRY - A KNOWN -FAMOUS CANADIAN HUMAN RIGHTS ACTIVIST - A SUPPORTER OF THE CANADIAN DISENFRANCHISED - HAVING RECEIVED ALL MY PERSONAL & CONFIDENTIAL MEDICAL CHARTS - ALL PRIVATE - TOOK AND GAVE THEM ILLEGALLY TO THE RCMP- TO CHC-KL - SOS CANADA  - THE PRIME MINISTERS OFFICE - HER LAWYERS OFFICE IN AN ATTEMPT TO ENSURE MY DEATH. AND TO INCRIMINATE ME VIA THE RCMP - ALL THESE ARE MALFEASANCE. 

7. DR. FRY KNOWING THAT MY DEATH WAS INEVITABLE LEGALLY BLOCKED ALL MY CARE AND USED FRAUDULENT POLICE METHODS TO ENSURE THAT MY PASSPORT WAS FLAGGED ? I WAS BEING CRIMINALIZED FOR THIS INFECTION THAT WAS AGAINST MY WILL. DUE TO THE SENSITIVITY AND THE EXTREME DANGER I AM AND THAT THIS FULL ACCOUNT IS IN  SOCIAL MEDIAL I HAVE TO USE FRENCH - GAELIC-LATIN-FRENCH  ETC TO MASK THE SENSITIVITY.  

8. Víreas Imdhíonachta Daonna / Siondróm Easnamh Imdhíonachta Faighte. tagraíonn coiriúlacht d’úsáid ró-leathan an dlí choiriúil chun nochtadh VEID líomhanta nó ionchasach a phionós.

9. ALL OF MALAYSIA'S CORRUPTION. NO POLICE - SUPPORT - NO LEGAL SUPPORT -  ITS LACK OF MEDICAL CARE DUE TO FAKE DOCTORS - FAKE DEGREES - EXTRAORDINARY CORRUPTION ARE WELL KNOWN IN MALAYSIA. 

10. Common knowledge is knowledge that is known by everyone or nearly everyone, usually with reference to the community in which the term is used. SO THE  CORRUPTION OF ALL MALAYSIA'S MEDICAL - POLICE PRACTICES THAT ENDANGER THE LIVES OF ALL FOREIGNERS VISITING MALAYSIA. IS WELL ESTABLISHED. HOWEVER AS CANADA  DENIES ALL CANADIAN RIGHTS TO ITS TRAVELLING PUBLIC ANY REALITIES TO THIS DANGER ARE SUPPRESSED - IGNORED TO THE POINT OF INFLICTING DEATH ON ANY CANADIAN IN MALAYSIA. WE ARE NOT CANADIAN ENOUGH OR PART OF THE OLD EUROPEAN SETTLER OF CANADA THAT HAVE TO BE REPLACED. 

11. SO CANADA PERSECUTES ME - PERSONALLY AS I ASKED FOR URGENT MEDICAL ASSISTANCE - KNOWING THE GREAT DANGER I AM IN - AND DECIDED TO SENTENCE ME TO DEATH. AND TO KEEP ME FORCIBLY INCARCERATED AGAINST MY WILL UNTIL I DIE. 

12. I SAUGHT LEGAL AND MEDICAL ASSISTANCE IN CANADA FROM EVERY LISTED AGENCY - AND WAS IGNORED/DENIED  - THE REASON BEING - ALL RECEIVE FEDERAL SUPPORT FROM THE CANADIAN GOVERNMENT. THIS PASSIVE NEGATIVE APPROACH IS TO BLOCK ALL THAT REQUIRE IT - FROM EVER GAINING ASSISTANCE UNLESS COURT ORDERED. 

13. BUT THE CANADIAN LEGAL COMMUNITY - ALL THESE HIGH POWERED LAWYERS - ARE UNDER  LEGALLY BINDING - CONTRACTS - ON RETAINER TO THE GOVERNMENT - ENSURING THAT ANY CANADIAN WHO REQUIRES THIS LEGAL PROTECTION  CANNOT EVER RECEIVE IT AS ITS A CONFLICT OF INTEREST.

14. FRY- CRIMINAL complaint-Copy

15. MY LEGAL COMPLAINT- GUARANTEES THAT CANADA WILL 100% BLOCK ANY CARE UNTIL I DIE. CANCER HAS STARTED - I DON'T HAVE MUCH LONGER TO LIVE. 

16. I HOPE I HAVE ANSWERED WHY I HAVE TO  FLEA CANADA- BECOME A REFUGEE TO IRELAND & SAVE MY LIFE. 

 Taoiseach- Leo Varadkar

Prime Minister of Ireland. Leo Varadkar

Ireland Headquarters Government Buildings

Merrion Street Dublin 2 D02 R583

Ireland

 An Roinn Dlí agus Cirt agus Comhionannais

The Department of Justice and Equality

Charles Flanagan, TD, Minister for Justice and Equality

51 St Stephen's Green, Dublin 2, D02 HK52

Officeholder: David Stanton (Minister)

Department executive: Aidan O'Driscoll, Secretary General

 Embassy Of Ireland in Kuala Lumpur

Address: Ireland House, The AmpWalk, No 218, Jalan Ampang, Kuala Lumpur, WP Kuala Lumpur, 50450 Kuala Lumpur

Canadian Foreign Minister Chrystia Freeland has become a bit of a living parody of everything wrong. Canada has never been weaker on the world stage than we are under the Freeland-Trudeau ‘foreign policy.’

  http://johnhelmer.net/canadians-lose-ukraine-election-chrystia-freeland-for-president-of-galicia/

FBI

John Schachnovsky

US. Embassy Bangkok 120-22 Wireless Road, Bangkok, Thailand 10330 Tel: +66-2-205-4000

FBI -26 Federal Plaza, New York, NY 10278, USA

 While the PLAGUE hasn’t been totally eradicated, medicine has advanced in leaps and bounds. Treatment exists, and plague can be cured with antibiotics. The plague is a treatable and preventable disease,” #ChristianLindmeier, a WHO spokesperson. Trudeau’s White genocide strategy caused the 2019 plague!

AS a breakout of bubonic and pneumonic plague kills places still at risk

, LIKE MALAYSIA- SINGAPORE - THAILAND - INDONESIA

from the Black Death have been revealed.

Elsewhere, the bacteria exists in countries across the planet, and it is still a major problem in central Asia where many animals are hosts.

https://time.com/17813e6b-07f0-4fd6-bc15-3d65516cd7fb

 https://globalnews.ca/news/5280618/canadian-terrorism-victims/?utm_source=GlobalNews&utm_medium=Facebook

https://globalnews.ca/video/rd/1539651651953/?jwsource=cl

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 "The very concept of a nation founded by European settlers is offensive to me. Old Stock White Canadians are an unpleasant relic, and quite frankly, replaceable. And we will replace them". - Justin Trudeau

"Le concept même d'une nation fondée par des colons européens me choque. Vieux Blancs Les Blancs canadiens sont une relique désagréable, et très franchement, remplaçables. Et nous les remplacerons". - Justin Trudeau

   "Tá an-choincheap a bhaineann le náisiún a bhunaigh lonnaitheoirí na hEorpa ionsaitheach domsa. Is iarsmaí míthaitneamhacha iad na Sean-Bháin Bheanna Sean-Stoc, agus is féidir iad a athsholáthar. - Justin Trudeau

https://youtu.be/UAjAMYaiWnI

 What's the difference between a sociopath and a psychopath? How does a psychopath compare to a sociopath? Do you have an exalted sense of self? Are you a compulsive liar? Would you do just about anything to get you want? If you answered “yes” to all of these questions, you might want to consult a professional who can determine if you are a sociopath or a psychopath. Both sociopaths and psychopaths share three common traits suggested by the questions above – conceitedness, deceitfulness, and manipulation largely unchecked by moral conscience. Some experts think sociopathy and psychopathy are the same and group them together under the diagnostic term antisocial personality disorder or APD, while others argue that there are significant differences between the two mental disorders. We will examine some of these differences in this episode of The Infographics Show, “Sociopath vs. Psychopath.”

   gmb@itv.com