Law and Order: Special Victims Unit Gangster

26. Back On The Job

Detective Juliana Vasquez and Detective Nick Amaro rode together in their undercover car, ready to go undercover as a pimp and prostitute in order to bust another big timer pimp for multiple counts of rape and extortion, and many other crimes. They listened to music as they drove, and couldn't help but to sing along. They figured that it wouldn't exactly hurt their covers, and they hadn't arrived on scene yet.
"Swing is here wit the force of a machete!" Juliana sang along.
"Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana!" Amaro sang along as well, on beat.
"Real hijo de p*ta homeboy, ask ya mama!" Juliana recited.
"Ah," Nick sighed contently.
"You're lucky you got the comfortable outfit," Juliana sighed.

Amaro was wearing basic comfortable street clothes, while Juliana had to wear full makeup and a dress and heels, which she didn't enjoy doing often.

They soon reached the street that they were supposed to meet the pimp at, getting out of the car.
Juliana sighed in preparation. "You remember your part, yeah?"
"I'm an impolite, misogynistic pimp, and you're a quiet and suffering prostitute."
"Easy, I'll do my job, you do yours," Juliana smirked
"You should be making the arrest," Amaro said.
Juliana nodded."With pleasure. Now let's just get this asshole."

They walked further down the street, as Juliana was handcuffed and Nick held onto one of her arms as they approached the pimp, Chino.
"Titty-titty, strutty-strutty," Amaro growled so that he could hear.

Juliana played her part well, walking forward seemingly unwillingly.
"You got my coke?" Amaro called.
"Lil Omar! Is that my new hoe?"
Amaro nodded. "Fresh from the border! She's all yours."
The pimp grinned happily, handing Nick a brown paper bag as he grabbed Juliana Vasquez by the arm. "I'm gonna enjoy breaking this one in."
Juliana smirked, quickly pulling her gun out of her boot, grabbing him by the neck and holding him down on the hood of a nearby car. "Not as much as I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. NYPD. You're under arrest, Chino."

The man growled angrily in defeat, struggling against Juliana. She and Amaro both pulled out their badges and flashing them.
"Bad boys, bad boys," Juliana sighed sarcastically as she cuffed the pimp. "What you gonna do when they come for you, hijo de p*ta?"

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"Good work, Detective Vasquez, Detective Amaro. We've got him for the dealing of illegal substances, sex trafficking, and attempted rape. We've got enough to continue to move forward," Benson announced. "Well done, the both of you. Why don't you guys head home? It's definitely late enough, we could wrap most of this up tomorrow. I'll finish this interrogation with Fin."
"Thanks, Liv," Amaro nodded.
"Thanks, Sarge," Juliana smiled.
"No problem."
Juliana sighed as they walked out. "I like being back on the job. I miss helping people out."

They both got ready to clock out, until they saw a woman enter the squad room with a boy who appeared to be her son. Both of them seemed extremely upset.
"Hi, may I help you?" Juliana asked.
"This is the Special Victims Unit, correct?" the woman asked.
Amaro nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"I'm Detective Vasquez, this is Detective Amaro. What can we do for you?" Juliana asked, suspecting nothing good.
"Um, my son here has been sexually assaulted," the woman replied, upset.
Juliana nodded, gesturing them forward into the interview room. "We're very sorry to hear that."
"Please, have a seat," Amaro offered. "Tell us anything you can. And just so you know, we don't intend to ask all of our questions now, we'd like to have your son checked into the hospital for a routine checkup, rape kit, and tox screen."
The boy's mother nodded understandingly.
"Could we get either one of you anything?" Juliana asked patiently.
The fairly calm woman looked to her young son. "Honey. Do you want anything, maybe something to eat, something to drink?"

The young boy looked up at the detectives, frightened, his face partially hidden by curly hair.
"Can I—can I have a chocolate milk please?" he asked quietly.
Juliana nodded. "Why don't I get that for you? Would you like me to warm it up?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright," Juliana nodded.

She quickly headed to the fridge, finding a bottle of chocolate milk, not expired. She poured it into a nice cup, sticking it into the microwave. She then took it out, heading back into the interview room and carefully placed it into the boy's small hands, a napkin around it to keep him from touching the warm cup.
"It might be a bit warm," Juliana smiled.

She could see on Amaro's pad of paper that he had already gotten their names as she read it. He had also already gotten a possible suspect, and found that the boy did not get a look at his attacker, or remember exactly when he was kidnapped; he was knocked out and grabbed from behind. There had been no witnesses.
"Hi, DeJonte. He might've told you, but this is Nick, and my name's Juliana. How old are you?" Juliana asked softly.
"I'm seven and a half," he replied shyly, still traumatized, as Juliana smiled.
"Alright, Ms. Green, when and where did you say that this man that you mentioned seeing might have taken your son?" Nick asked.
"It was just as we were about to leave the grocery store when I had realized that I'd forgotten my wallet at the cashier, so I told DeJonte to wait for me. There had been a man at the store who had been extra friendly to us, but of course I never perceived him as any type of threat," the woman seemed to blame herself.
Amaro nodded. "Unfortunately, that sort of thing happens. Can you tell me at least approximately what time this was?"
Vanessa Green sighed frustratedly. "Um...."
"Don't worry if you can't come up with an exact time, ma'am, all we need is an estimate," Amaro assures her gently.
"I had just checked my watch. It was around, I want to say, 9:45 to 9:50."
Juliana nodded. "Thank you, ma'am, you're doing just fine. Now, walk me through it, if you don't mind, what happened afterwards?"
"Well, I.... I noticed that my son was missing, of course, and so I panicked and I started to look around. Then I told the staff, and they had their workers search the area, and then notified the security. Maybe about almost thirty minutes later, we found my son lying unconscious behind a trash can," the woman sobbed quietly.
"Okay, okay," Juliana murmured.
"We'll drive you guys down to the hospital, okay?" Amaro suggested.
"Why don't you just have DeJonte checked out, make sure he's okay, and then we'll continue our conversation and the investigation tomorrow. The two of you should get some rest," Juliana nodded.
The small boy nodded softly. "Thank you, Juliana. Thank you, Nick."
The distraught woman nodded tearfully. "Yes, thank you, Detectives."
Juliana nodded her head grimly, walking them out of the station. "Of course. You're both welcome. We're just doing our jobs, ma'am."
Amaro nodded in agreement. "Believe me, you and your son can recover from this. We've seen many cases over the years, and honestly, this one.... at least everyone's okay. That's what really matters, right?"

The woman nodded, shaking nervously, heart aching for her son. She was more upset than her son. Juliana watched sadly, seeing the other side of being a parent. Even afraid now, she knew that she has still come a long way from where she had been just one month ago.