Sins of the Father

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Glad she ditched her heels for boots when she left the precinct, Olivia kept a brisk pace on the shoulder of the road. She walked quickly, looking back every couple minutes for a car to pass that she could wave down. She estimated she was about 15 minutes away from the airport and she hazarded a guess that Mac was there, with Richardson. Lights got her attention and she spun, waving her arms. The familiar car rolled to a stop just ahead of her. It was Elliot and Commander Rabb. "Why didn't you radio for help?" asked Elliot.

She shook her head. "The car radio was smashed in. and my personal radio is missing. So's my phone."

Commander Rabb got out and gestured for her to sit in the passenger seat. He hopped in the back as Olivia explained everything that happened in the last half hour. "I doubt he could handle both of them." Olivia said. "Either he has Veronica and Mac went after him or he has Mac and Veronica is in the wind." The car slowed to a stop as they entered the small airport's parking center

"We're here," said Elliot, "Back-up's ten minutes away. Security has shut down the runway."

"Let's go." Olivia picked up the pace and jogged ahead of them toward a cadre of airport security guards. Behind her, Rabb rolled his eyes at Stabler, who shrugged and followed suit. They would need to co-oordinate with airport security, there was any number of places Richardson could hide.

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Veronica checked her gun again. She had been consious when Richardson had come to the car. She thought he was after her, but instead, he grabbed Sarah who was still out cold. He didn't even look at her. Now Veronica was only a few yards away from the airport. A deep cold chill caused her to shudder. 'Why am I doing this?' she asked herself. Something was driving her. Madness? Rage? Profound sadness? 'Probably all three.' She thought. There was an overwhelming need in her to do something. Veronica would not stand idly by. She took a deep breath and stuck the gun in her waistband. She followed the fence until she found what she was looking for. A hole big enough for two. She guessed that Richardson would be in one of the nearby hangers.

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Barely containing her fury, Mac dug her fingernails into the leather nightmare was right in front of her, and all she wanted to do was hammer him into pulp. She forced herself to breathe, to focus. No mistakes. She looked around, assessing her situation. She was on a small plane, maybe a cessna, and from the lack of light on the outside, she guessed they were still in the hanger. She glared at Richardson sitting nonchalantly across from her. "What do you want?"

Richardson's face twitched ever so slightly. "Since when did you care?" he smirked and stood up. The whole situation was ironic, as there was nothing Mac could really do at this point.

"Since you decided to take me hostage and fly me to God knows where."

"Oh, so now you care..."

"Was I supposed to care before or after you tried to rape me?"

"You're right. I don't expect you to care, Mac. Nobody cares about you after you're convicted. But maybe now you know what it was like for me those last seven years. Imagine spending seven years with me in a very tiny space..." He drifted off, and Mac started to realize what he was saying. He had spent the last seven years victimized in prison.

"There's nothing I can do about that," Mac said quietly. Was that compassion in her voice? She hoped not. There may have been a time when Richardson was a victim, but no longer. He was the one with the gun. "What is this going to accomplish? The police are on their way, they'll shut down the runway, they'll find us, and in all likelihood, you won't make it out alive."