Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

male announcer: In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.

In New York City, the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

- Well, thank you so much for meeting me for lunch.

I've been going stir-crazy on maternity leave.

- How's being a mom? - You were right.

It's the greatest thing ever.

- See, I told you. - Yeah.

- You getting any sleep? - No! Look at me.

I was up till 4:00 a.m. last night.

- What is she, six weeks? - Mm.

- You gotta Ferberize her soon.

No, really, listen. You gotta call my sister.

It's like two or three nights where the baby

basically cries non-stop. - Yeah.

- But then they start to self-soothe.

- Okay, then you come over and do it.

Oh, see?

Here we go. - No, I got this, I got this.

I--it's okay.

Hey, hey, come on.

Come on, that's a good girl, Jesse.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Shh.

You see? The secret is, you gotta bounce from your knees.

They love that.

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

shh, shh, shh...

Ah...ah...ahh!

- Hurry up, Travis. You don't want to be late.

- Can you, uh, write me a note?

- You missed lunch. Saved you some.

- No need. I already ate out.

What're you smiling at, Zach?

Oh, nothing.

Travis, Jordan.

There's still two more hours till winter break.

- Yeah, get to class, or you're benched.

Zach, I expect more from you

if you're gonna earn a slot.

- Towel boy's never getting a slot.

On any team.

- Oscar Wilde was a man of many secrets,

and those secrets influenced his writing.

So you're going to finish "The Picture of Dorian Gray"

for your first quiz back in January.

Now, I know you'll be on vacation,

but I expect a report of a novel of your choice

from each of you when you get back.

Happy holidays.

See you. Bye, Becka.

Have fun on the slopes. Happy holidays.

Hey, see you, Anna. Have fun.

Be safe.

Happy winter break, boys.

- Have a good vacation, Ms. Burnap.

- Oh, I will. Oh, Jordan.

Before you go, can I get a little help?

- Well, I need a ream of paper from the supply closet,

and it's on a high shelf.

Yeah.

Stop, stop.

Playing hard to get?

Is that better?

Now let's see what we can do to get that average up.

Dad? It's me.

Look, Mom's on the warpath about your girlfriend again.

So it might be a better holiday

if you just ignore her when she calls.

Talk to you later.

- You lost? - What?

Uh, no.

Just waiting for a friend.

Call him.

Kids come here to buy drugs sometimes and end up in jail.

Safe home.

Performance reviews?

Okay.

- It's just part of my duties as sergeant.

We've been running up overtime.

I think we can work more efficiently.

- And you have some ideas about that?

Yeah. Take Carisi.

He's studying for the bar, trailing Barba.

I'm not so sure his focus is here.

- He's learning the law. He's becoming a better cop.

- And Rollins-- is she really coming back?

I mean, we both saw her with her baby.

Seems like motherhood is her priority.

- You can be a good mother and good at your job, too, Dodds.

- Of course. It's just, uh...

I think you need someone here who's all about the job.

- I've got you and I've got Fin.

- Me? I'm still getting up to speed.

And Fin-- - Don't underestimate him.

He knows more than anyone here.

- He does. It's just that...

He's a kicker.

He boots any call he can to someone else.

That's not true.

Sorry to interrupt.

We got a call about a missing 15-year-old boy.

- For how long? - Over 48 hours.

Their local precinct wants us to take a look at it.

- Okay. Better safe than sorry.

might want to check it out. - Uh, why not you?

- Well, I've been racking up a lot of overtime lately, so...

- Yeah, well, I'll approve it.

Go with Dodds.

Zach told me he went skiing.

Cole has a timeshare in Vail.

He's always buying the kid's love.

- Cole is Zach's dad? - Yes, we're divorced.

Zach said his father bought him a ticket,

but he never texted me when he landed.

Then Cole didn't answer my calls.

- So Cole had no contact with Zach, either?

- No. When he finally answered his cell,

he said he'd just flown in on a red-eye

with his girlfriend.

He's a pilot, she's his third flight attendant.

- Did you see Zach leave? Did he pack a bag?

- His duffel bag is gone. And his toothbrush.

- Did he have a laptop or an iPad?

It would be on his desk.

It's not here.

- Why are you bombarding me with questions?

Shouldn't you be checking every hospital, every morgue?

- We're getting to that, ma'am.

- Don't patronize me. That is what Cole does.

He thinks I'm overreacting.

You are.

Oh, now you get here!

- This is ridiculous, Serena.

Why would I take Zach over Christmas?

It's the busiest travel time of the year.

- You took him last year!

Oh, wait, before you had the girlfriend.

Seriously?

- Mr. and Mrs. Foster, your son is missing.

- We'll take all the information that you can give us.

We'll try and track his cell phone.

- I already tried. I have a locator on it.

His phone's either off or it's dead.

- You track his phone? - We share a cloud ID.

- You can check his messages?

- Oh, right, yeah. I can.

Um, I set it up when I bought the phone for safety.

- You had that and you didn't check?

- I turned off the notifications like a year ago.

You have any idea how many texts kids send?

Okay. There's, like, dozens of them here.

Um...

What's this?

Looks like he's sexting a girl.

- That's more like a woman.

- "I'll teach you so many things.

You'll be my favorite student."

- Ugh. So what is this--

some woman took my son?

May I see that a minute?

"Take the LIRR to Jamaica Station.

"Meet me at the base of the AirTrain entrance.

Bring your passport. Let's fly away."

Well...

He must've gone willingly.

I mean, look at her. - It doesn't matter.

He's 15. She's not.

- The last texts are about going to the AirTrain.

Others were more explicit, accompanied by pictures.

- And we tracked Zach's phone?

- Yeah, it died at Jamaica Station.

- And I traced the cell the pics came from.

It only sent texts to Zach, then it goes off the grid.

But I'm still going through the older texts.

Whoever this woman is,

she knew exactly what she was doing.

Never shows her face.

No identifying marks or tattoos.

- The texts indicate that she's older,

that she knew him from school.

It's gotta be a teacher from River Park Charter High.

- Okay. We flag his passport?

- First thing. Then I checked TSA.

Zach never made it to the airport.

So talk to MTA,

see if we can get security footage from Jamaica Station.

Anything else?

- Yeah. In an earlier text,