Author’s Note: I don’t own Law & Order: SVU.
Martin Pinhero slammed up hard against the interrogation room wall. A pair of gruff hands pulled him by the collar and pushed him against the parallel wall and then smacked right into his face. Pinhero fell to the floor as Elliot towered over him looking down, “I’m not going to beat around the bush. You tell me where Marcus is.” Pinhero peered up at the obviously enraged man above him. While it was clear he was afraid Elliot wasn’t sure if it was directed at him or Marcus. Either way, he was going to make it a point to show him that if he didn’t talk, he wasn’t walking away from this.
Elliot picked him up by his collar and threw him into one of the two chairs that furnished the room. “Make no mistake, I will kill you,” Elliot exclaimed very coldly. “Marcus will kill me,” Pinhero shot back. Elliot’s anger just increased with his response, “I’ll do it, right here right now and I will do it slow. You tell me where Marcus is.” Pinhero stayed quiet, but as Elliot stood up motioning that he was going to hit him again he responded, “I thought Chrissy would have told you.” Elliot stopped mid swing and stared at him. “Why would she know?” he asked. Pinhero once again went quiet. Elliot took a second and finished the earlier smack to his face.
“Elliot, stop!” Olivia came barging into the room. “He knows something about Chris and now he decides to clam up. He’s going to talk or so help me,” he motioned as if he was going to strike again, but Olivia grabbed his hand. “You need to calm down. We will find her, but not like this.” He turned his cold stare to her then pulled his hand away. Olivia took over the questioning as Elliot stood in the corner trying to calm himself. “Mr. Pinhero, I suggest you start talking now or I might just have to let him step back in and if I do, I’ll be leaving the room. You have one shot. Tell me what you know about Chris and Marcus,” she stated to him. Pinhero sized Elliot up and then turned his attention back to Olivia.
“Marcus was keeping Chris out at his place in the country. He figured she would be less of a distraction if she was gone for a while. Having her around made him nervous,” he began. “Why?” Olivia interrupted him. “Aren’t most guys nervous when they’re gonna have a baby?” Elliot’s eyes widened in response to Pinhero’s revelation. A baby? She was going to have a baby and she didn’t tell him. “She was pregnant?” Olivia asked. “Yes. Marcus figured it was better for her out there until the baby was born.” Elliot walked up to the table, “Where’s the baby now?” he asked. Pinhero looked up at him and didn’t respond. Elliot had no patience left.
He abruptly walked to Pinhero and slapped him across the back of the head. “That jog your memory?” he asked. Pinhero cringed in his seat. Olivia stood up, “Elliot.” Pinhero finally answered, “I don’t know. The last I saw her was a couple of weeks ago. She hadn’t had the kid yet.” Elliot backed off as Olivia shot another question at him, “When was the last time you saw her?” He shook his head, “I’m don’t know the exact day, but she was really upset. I couldn’t blame her though. I begged him not to make her do it.” Olivia approached him, “Do what?”
Pinhero got silent again, but opened up real quick as Elliot approached him. “Some group of rich jerks with a pregnancy fetish bought her for $50,000. I told Marcus that I wasn’t going to help him risk his own kid’s life. He didn’t care. He took her anyway. That was the last time I saw her.” Elliot turned his back to him as he took in a deep breath. Picture upon picture flew through his mind. She was pregnant and he sold her to the highest bidder. How could she possibly walk away after all of that? Beaten, bloody and pregnant walking alone through the streets of New York with no one even looking twice. He let a tear escape his eye, but quickly wiped it away. Olivia gazed over at Elliot as he turned out of view. “Where is this house he kept her at?” she finally asked. Pinhero peered up at her spitting out the address.
Olivia took Pinhero back to his holding cell as Elliot sat down at his desk. Why hadn’t she told him about the baby? Why keep this one secret when everything else had already come out? The answer finally hit him. Olivia approached from behind knocking him out of his thoughts, “We need to call Cragen.” Elliot shook his head ‘no.’ “Elliot, we don’t have a choice. You know as well as I do that she is out for revenge. She took your gun for a reason. She lied to us about not knowing where this house was. She conveniently left out the baby.”
“I know,” he cut her off. “She been playing me this entire time Olivia, but why? Where’s the baby? What if he has it? We call Cragen and S.W.A.T. becomes part of this. If things get out of control they could both get hurt. I can talk her down.” She stared down at him, “And what if he’s already dead? She’s going to jail either way, Elliot.” He shook his head losing himself again in his thoughts, “He’s not dead, yet. If she didn’t want us to find them she wouldn’t even have mentioned the place to begin with. Like I said, she’s been playing me from the beginning. She knew exactly what she was doing when she came looking for me.”
Olivia had to ask, “You think she was using you?” Elliot shook his head, “No, I think she knew she was at her breaking point. She came to me for help. She made it a point to ask about my gun. She knew we would come looking to Pinhero. She’s leading us to them.” “I hope you’re right, Elliot, because if your not someone’s going to end up dead.” He stood up from his desk and grabbed his jacket, “I know I’m right.” They both exited the station.
The drive to the country was long and drawn out. Olivia drove afraid Elliot’s heavy foot would take him over and they would never make it to the scene. Not many words passed between the two. Elliot kept his focus straight ahead, staring at every light they passed. He had even begun counting them just to keep his thoughts from slamming into the image of the poor pregnant girl half alive walking through the back alleys of the dirtiest city on the planet. He did whatever he could to get the horrifying pictures of a blood covered infant now trapped with the man that had put her through so much torture and torment. 11, 12, 13.
They turned onto Hollister Street. Olivia scanned the houses for any signs of numbers either on the mailboxes or the front door. Elliot spotted the dingy brown house poking out from the rest of the nicer homes. It had to be Marcus’ place. While all the other yards in the neighborhood were neatly trimmed and clean looking, this yard had knee long grass and trash flung all through it. Talk about leaving a “scum bag lives here” sign for all to see.
Olivia pulled around to a side street and quickly parked the car. They both cautiously stepped out surveying their surroundings. They found a hole in the side chain link fence and pushed through it so they wouldn’t be seen coming up the front yard. The two partners waded their way through the tall grass and weeds. Olivia jumped onto the front porch and crawled below the window pane. Elliot followed close behind. The two approached the door taking their positions on opposite sides of the doorway. Olivia knocked on the door, “Police. Open up.” They received no answer.
This time Elliot slammed his hand into the door knocking as loud as possible. “Chris, if your in there. Open the door.” They again received no response. It was time to go in. Elliot positioned himself in front of the wooden barrier and bracing onto the sides he aimed his foot for the center. The door violently swung open breaking from the dead bolt. “Chris,” he yelled. “Christina, talk to me.” There was no sound and he began to fear that maybe Olivia was right, maybe Marcus was already dead.
The two slowly moved through out the house making sure to clear all the rooms. He was hoping they might find any signs of a possibly baby having been there, but that hope faded with each room. There is no way a baby wouldn’t have started crying the second they busted in that door. They swept through five rooms before they came to the last door of the house. Elliot knocked, “Chris. Open the door, please.” Still no response. He was sure she was in there and he had to try again, “Chris. If you don’t open the door I’m going to have to kick it open.” A second passed and he looked over at Olivia who motioned to the door. He shook his head in agreement positioning himself in front of it. He moved to brace himself when the handle began to jiggle.
Without a sound the door swung open. Elliot peered into the room. There he found Marcus secured to the wall. Chris had bound and gagged him and he was now strapped in his own bondage device unable to move. He couldn’t help put smirk at the irony of the situation. He was sure Chris made it a point to make him feel the same pain she did. He turned his attention to her. Chris was now standing no more than ten feet away pointing his revolver at the bound man and she was not taking her eyes off of her target.
Olivia now had her gun trained on Chris as Elliot tried to talk to her. “Chris, look at me.” She shook her head, but didn’t make a sound. “Chris, please look at me. I can help you. You don’t want to do this.” She still didn’t answer him. It was Olivia’s turn, “Chris, we know about the baby. Where is it? Is it here?” Chris again shook her head this time letting a tear streak down her cheek. Elliot now addressed the situation, “Chris, where’s the baby?” He didn’t get the response he was hoping for. Chris cocked the gun, “She’s dead,” she answered, “and he killed her.”
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