"I got him," said Olivia. "He's here, at the subway station."

"Gavin Carlisle?" asked Cragen over the phone.

"Yup. Caucasian, five years old, dark blonde hair, blue eyes, blue turtleneck and jeans. Fits the little boy's description. He has a nasty bruise on his face, though. He looks worse for wear."

"Well, he's only been missing for a day or so, so it can't be that bad."

"Yeah. I'm going to talk to him, okay? I'll be back in about an hour."

"Okay." The captain hung up.

Olivia approached the little boy. She crouched down in front of him. "Hey, Gavin."

He looked up with widened eyes and whispered, "Hi."

"Gavin, my name is Olivia. I'm a police officer."

Gavin shook her head. "I'm not s'post to talk to police officers."

"Yeah? Well, sometimes it's a good thing to talk to police officers, especially if someone's hurting you. Because police officers can help you when bad things happen, Gavin. Everyone was really worried about you, sweetie."

"But Mommy and Daddy say police officers are bad."

"And why do they say that?"

The little boy shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know."

"Well, Gavin, how's this? We're going to go for a ride to the police station and we're going to have a talk, okay?"

He started to tremble. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, of course not, sweetie. I just want to talk to you about your mommy and daddy and about what happened. Come on." She held out her hand and led the little boy to her car.

When they reached the police station, Olivia took Gavin into a room filled with toys. He sat down at the table, glancing around at the toys longingly but not touching any of them.

She sat down next to him. "You can play if you want to, Gavin," she encouraged him.

He looked around the room as if she had just given him the sun, the moon, and the stars. "Can I play with anything?"

Olivia smiled at him and nodded.

"Will you do a puzzle with me?"

"Okay."

"Can we do the dinosaur one?"

"Sure."

They sat down on the floor and dumped out the puzzle pieces. Gavin got to work on the outside pieces.

They worked in silence for a few moments. Then Olivia said, "So Gavin, what were you up to for the last day?"

He didn't say anything, just slid the head of a Tyrannosaurus Rex into place.

"Gavin?" prompted Olivia. "I need you to tell me what happened?"

The little boy looked into her eyes. "Okay, but you can't get mad at me."

"I won't," she assured him. "I promise. Now tell me what happened."

"Daddy got mad at me and he said that I either had to get into the cage and take my punishment like a man or get out."

"What cage?"

"The punishment cage. When you're bad, you have to go in there."

"Okay. So what did you do?"

He looked at the ground. "I didn't finish my veggies. I wasn't hungry."

"So what did your daddy do?"

"He told me to get in the car and he drove me to the park. Then he left me there."

Olivia paused, considering this. The parents who had called to report their son missing had abandoned their five-year-old at Central Park?

"'Livia," said Gavin, yawning. "I'm tired. Can I go to sleep?"

Olivia swallowed. "We need to finish talking first, sweetie."

He shook his head. "I don't want to talk anymore."

Captain Cragen knocked on the door and called Olivia out into the hall. "Liv, I don't feel comfortable returning this little boy to his parents. Let's keep him here overnight."

She nodded. "Okay. It is late. I'll take care of him."

"You going to stay here?"

"Can I bring him to my place?"

"Your call, Olivia."

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning, Captain."

"'Livia?" lisped Gavin sleepily when Olivia came back into the room. "Can I come home with you?"

"Yup. We're going now, sweetie. I'm just going to grab my stuff."

"'Kay."

"I'll be right back. You stay here."

Gavin yawned. "'Kay."

When she got back, the little boy was sound asleep. Olivia lifted him into her arms. She felt him flinch, but she whispered in his ear, "Shh, sweetie, it's just me. You can stay asleep." He relaxed in her arms and closed his eyes again.

She carried him to the car and buckled him into the backseat.

When they reached Olivia's place, she carried him into the guest bedroom and tucked him in. She watched him for a moment, sleeping so peacefully, before going to bed herself.