For as long as I can remember, both CSI Miami and Law and Order SVU have been my all-time favourite shows. And I figured, why not bring the two together? And that's exactly what I've done.

Italics is the past, regular is the future.

Warning: There may be mentions of assault and rape in this story. I will post discretion warnings in each chapter it takes place in. Please do not hold any ill will against me if this story is not for you; This is merely something I wanted to share.

2012 - Miami, Florida.

"Ok, bye guys!" Natalia Boa Vista called, waving over her shoulder as she fished her keys out of her purse. She found herself smiling as she made her way from the bar to the parking lot; her friend and co-worker Calleigh had just received confirmation that she had been successful in the adoption of two children and she had just accepted a date with someone she never thought she would even have a chance with; her co-worker Ryan Wolfe. The two of them had teased the idea six years earlier and while then it just had been put down to a feeling of brother/sister love, something had changed between the two of them over the past few months. There was more playful banter between the two of them, more drinks that included just the two of them rather than the rest of the team and she had noticed that Horatio had been pairing them together on a lot of cases lately. Not that she seemed to mind; in fact she was elated at the aspect. As she weaved her way through the parked cars, she began to hear footsteps behind her. Shaking her head and putting it down to someone just heading to their car as well, she fixed her keys so there was one key between each finger and picked up her pace; hoping to see her department issued Hummer come up rather soon. Thankfully, she saw it; just three spaces before her. Breaking out to a jog, she ran to her car and reached to unlock it but she never got the chance. The electricity connected to her body through her hip, the sensation causing her to cry out as she was tripped and fell to the wet road beneath her. She felt a figure climb atop of her.

"Help me!" She tried to scream but before she even managed to get the word 'help' out she felt her wrists be cuffed together and tape cover her mouth. As she was slung over the mans shoulders, Natalia was relieved that her legs were not bound together. She kicked madly, hoping that she would eventually connect with something. On her fourth kick, she felt soft skin under her heels. With an outcry, she was dropped unceremoniously on the floor of a van, she guessed and the figure clambered back in beside her.

"No one can hear you," He yanked her up by her hair, her cries muffled by the tape. "But don't worry... you'll have some company. I know someone who has something I want..." Just as Natalia realized who she was dealing and who would be keeping her company, she felt a sharp pain her neck as something was injected into her through a syringe. It didn't take too long at all before the world around her became fuzzy and soon, she felt nothing. Not the pain as she was tossed from one side of the van to the other as she made her way through Miami, not the blinding sun as they finally stopped and she was slung over his shoulders once again. No one would know she was gone until he hoped it was far too late...

THREE DAYS LATER... Miami 2012

Calleigh Duquesne placed her ear protectors back in front of her, heaving a sigh. She had been assigned to work a cold case, as she knew there was no way she could work Natalia's disappearance. But that didn't mean she couldn't take a peak at the case file she knew was sitting on the DNA desk that Natalia was meant to be occupying. Stretching her arms above her head, she reached for her phone as it chirped. Picking it up, she began to read the message and smiled at the contents. Before she could reply, however, she felt one set of hands wrap around her abdomen and a hand cover her mouth. She screamed, the sound muffled by her attackers hand. Thinking quickly, she stomped her heel into her attackers foot, causing their grip to loosen slightly. Taking the moment to try and flee, she dialled a number but before she could call it, she felt it. The sharp flow of electricity entered through her side, causing her to hit the ground. She felt a weight atop of her as she tried to fight them away, but all she heard was a voice.

"Hello, Calleigh." He reached into his jacket, withdrawing a syringe. Before Calleigh could scream, the figure above her covered her mouth with duct tape and grabbed her wrists; holding them down as they were cuffed together. The needle was injected into her neck, the plunger being pressed as a muffled scream of surprise escaping the blonde before her eyes closed and she succumbed to the darkness that so badly wanted to take her. He smiled to himself; his plan taking place perfectly. He had both women who made his life hell and took away what was most precious to him, and now he had all the time in the world to do what he deemed fit to them. They had made him suffer and not it was his turn to return the favour.

2018 - New York City

Lieutenant Olivia Benson stepped out of her apartment building, holding tightly the hand of her six year old son, Noah. Today was his first day of school, and she was determined to get him there without any interruptions from her work; just what she had promised him. As they slowly walked down the steps and onto the sidewalk, Noah looked up and laughed.

"Momma, look! It's starting to rain!" Olivia copied his gesture and laughed. Noah was very much a water baby; he loved everything from bath time, to walking in the rain and especially swimming in their local pool. And the best part of walking in the rain, he thought, was jumping in the puddles as they walked the four blocks to his school.

"Sure is!" She laughed, pulling both of their hoods up and him a little closer to her as their paced picked up a little. "Come on, let's see if we can get there before the bus kids!" If there was one thing Noah loved more than rain, it was a bit of friendly competition. As they picked up their pace, Olivia laughed as she saw Noah's backpack bounce up and down against his back as he tried to keep up with his mother. Before too long, they had made it to the frontgate of the school and just as they did, the yellow school bus pulled up alongside them. As they stopped to let Olivia catch her breath, Noah giggled.

"We won, momma!" He smiled brightly, reaching a gloved hand up to his mom and high fived her. Olivia returned the gesture, smiling brightly and resting a hand on her hip as she tried to catch her breath. This was not unnoticed by Noah. "Are you ok, mom?" He asked. Olivia nodded, her smile wavering a little.

"I'm fine, honey. The cold air doesn't like me much today." She pulled Noah close to her and hugged him, resting her cheek atop his curly locks. She squatted down, taking both hands in his. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk in with you?"

Noah shook his head with a big smile just as his new teacher, Miss Janney saw the two of them and smiled. Olivia retuned the smile, waving to the young red head woman. Olivia had met Miss Amy Janney three weeks earlier and she knew immediately that her son would be in good hands with her.

"No, I'm ok. Miss Janney is going to wait out here for all of us and then walk in with us!" He beamed as she walked over to them. "Miss Janney!"

"Hi, Noah!" She grinned as she walked up to them and gave him a high five. "Miss Benson, hello." Regarding the Lieutenant with a nod, she ruffled Noah';s hair. "Don't worry mom, we are in really good hands here." Noah smiled up at his mom, reaching for her quickly and giving her a hug.

"Ok." Olivia reached into her pocket and handed the young teacher one of her cards. "All of my numbers are on here-"

"Don't worry, Miss Benson. The Front Office already has a copy of them." Amy reassured with a smile. She turned to Noah. "Shall we go wait for everyone on the bus?" Noah nodded brightly.

"Alright bud..." Olivia began to walk backwards towards the fence. "Have a good day! I will see you after school!" She called as Noah waved at her. As soon as his curly hair was out of sight and she began to walk back to her apartment, she sighed a shaky sigh. "He's growing up too fast..." As she passed an ally-way, she found herself looking down it at a sound she heard. Her cop instincts kicking in, she stepped into the ally cautiously; silently cursing herself for not bringing her backup gun with her. Treading further, she heard something along of the lines of crying. Using one gloved hand, she moved a pile of trashbags away and gasped at what she saw.

"Help me... please."