Year - 1999

"Damn!" Cursed Munch as he slammed the phone on his desk. "That's the fourth missing girl this month. Same age as Samantha Rollings, Kelly Shertell, and Anabell Foster." He shook his head and walked over to the bulletin board that held their leads on the case. "All four girls were taken from Chelsea, around 2pm, all on a weekday. Its like he's waiting for the ones who walk home from school."

"And nobody's seen him?" Asked Olivia, who was listening from her desk. "This is his fourth victim. Samantha couldn't have been his first; he's too smart." Olivia walked over to the bulletin board and pointed at the area on the map that the girls where taken. "Our best chance at catching this guy is staking out the schools and waiting for him to strike."

"Yeah but there's no way to tell when he will strike and we can't just hang out at elementary schools all week."

Olivia shrugged. "So we'll split them up. Elliot and I can take Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you and Jeffries can take Tuesday and Thursday."

"Talk to Cragen but I'm okay with that."

Olivia nodded in agreement. "Lets go find this son of a bitch."


Location- St. Marry's Elementary School

"Anything?" Asked Elliot as he stared out the window of the squad car.

"Nothing." Olivia sighed.

They had been sitting in the parking lot across from the school for almost three hours. School had been out for a while but with no new cases they decided to stay until the extra curricular programs were out as well.

There was a lone girl, walking along the side of the school, wearing a soccer jersey and struggling with her backpack and various books. There was a man following her close behind but far enough to where she would not hear him.

"Hold on a second." Said Olivia. "We may have something."

The man stalked closer and Olivia and Elliot both raced out of the car and towards the scene, guns raised.

"Police", shouted Elliot, "Move away from her!" The man instantly froze with his hands in the air as Olivia rushed towards the little girl and Elliot towards the man.

"What's going on?" The man asked. "I didn't do anything?"

"Yeah?" Asked Elliot sarcastically. "There a reason you're following this little girl?"

At his words the girl backed away from Olivia and ran to hug the man around the waist. His arms fell from the air and closed around the girl's small frame in a comforting embrace. "Yeah", he said, "there is. She's my daughter."


Location - 16 Precinct.

"What a waste." Sighed Olivia as she flopped back into her chair.

"We'll get him." Said Elliot reassuringly.

Olivia shook her head. "Before or after he takes another girl?"

Elliot disregarded her comment. Cases with little girls got to him the worst. Having three girls of his own, he couldn't help but see their faces in every victim that walked through their door. "We don't have any bodies. Those girls could still be alive."

Olivia scoffed. "With this sick bastard, I'm not sure that's such a good thing."

"Excuse me." Said a small, tentative, voice from the side of Olivia's desk. "Are you Detective Benson?"

Olivia nodded. "Yes", she said, looking down at the little girl before her, "How can I help you, sweetie."

"You and that man", she began, pointing at Elliot, "talked to my friend Ania today. You told her you thought she was in trouble. You were going to save her?"

Elliot rose from his side of the desk and walked behind Olivia's chair. "Yeah", he said, facing the girl, "We were."

The girl nodded, her face to the floor. "How?" She sounded as if she was about to cry at any moment.

"Sweetie is there something you would like to tell us?" Asked Olivia.

The girl shook her head. "How?" She repeated.

"We would have taken her away from the people who were hurting her." Said Elliot as he crouched down so he would be eye level with the girl. "What's your name?"

Again the girl shook her head. "And you don't have to do anything else? You just take her away and that's it?"

Olivia looked at Elliot, her concern mirrored his own. "Well first we would have to talk with her parents and see if they know who hurt her."

The girl was quiet with her eyes still on the floor.

Elliot gently lifted her chin with his index finger so his eyes would meet hers. "If someone if hurting you, all you have to do is tell us and we will stop it."

"What if its her parents?" She asked. "What if they are the ones she needs to get away from? Will you have to talk to them still?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah, honey, we would have to talk to them so we can know what they did and punish them for it."

"And they would go to jail?"

Olivia nodded again. "Sweetheart, what's your name?"

"Jane." She said. "Do you have to talk to them?"

"Jane", Olivia began, "We have to talk to your parents but I promise you, if you tell us what happened, they will never hurt you again."

"I never said they did!" She shrieked. "No! No, you can't talk to them! I want to go home! I want to go home now!"

Elliot gently held the little girls trembling shoulders in an attempt to sooth her rage. "Shhh, its okay." He cooed. "Its alright, calm down. Its okay. You're okay."

"I want to go home." She pleaded. "Please."

Olivia looked at Elliot, not sure of what to make of the situation. "Okay honey why don't you go sit down over there", she said, pointing to the chairs against the door, "And we'll figure out how to get you home."

The little girl nodded and walked over to the sit by the wall, her head hung down the whole time.

"What do you want to do?" Asked Olivia. "This little girl is terrified. We can't send her home but unless she tells us anything we can't keep her either."

Elliot bit his lip. "I don't know. Maybe we can give her a ride and check out the parents when we get there?"

Olivia looked at the little girl, who was still trembling in the chair. "I don't want to take her back there. I'm going to see what I can get out of her. Maybe if I can get a last name we can search the parents."

Elliot nodded and watched as Olivia walked over to the little girl; only to return seconds later. "Nothing?" He asked.

Olivia shook her head. "Just that her name is Jane Doe."

Elliot chuckled. "Well she definitely didn't come up with that."

Olivia nodded. "Something's not right and she's not going to tell us anything."

"You wanna go check out the parents?" Asked Elliot.

Olivia nodded and they both headed over to the little girl and, begrudgingly, got her to agree to take her home.

"How did you get here?" Asked Elliot once they were in the car.

She remained quiet.

Olivia looked back at her from the passenger seat. "Did someone drive you here?"

Silence.

"Did you take a bus?"

Silence.

"Did you walk?"

The little girl sighed and strained in her seat to see out the windshield. "Turn left here." She said to Elliot. "Then go straight."

"We've been driving for a while." Said Elliot. "This is a pretty far walk." She said nothing. "Do your parents always let you roam around the city alone?" Still she said nothing. "Do they even know you are out?"

The little girl braided her fingers in her lap as her eyes began to water. "I don't want to talk about them."

"Why not?" Asked Olivia. "What do they do?"

Her tears threatened to spill over and she quickly wiped them away before they could touch her cheeks. "Pull over." She whispered. "Your going to talk to them. Your going to tell them I went to see you."

"Not if you tell us what they did." Said Olivia. "You don't have to go back there if you'll just talk to us."

"Pull over!" Erupted the little girl. And then she got quiet. "Please." She whispered. "I'm going to be sick."

Elliot nodded and pulled off to the side of the rode. The second the little girl stepped out of the car, she was in a full blown sprint towards oncoming traffic.

"Stop!" Screamed Olivia. "You're going to get hurt! Come Back!"

Elliot and Olivia chased after her but with some cars coming to a halt and others swerving to avoid getting hit, they soon found themselves boxed in in the middle of the street and the little girl nowhere to be found.

"You see her?" Asked Olivia.

Elliot shook his head. "No Liv", he began, "she's gone."


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