Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order SVU or any of its characters. Dick Wolf does. I do not own "I walk the line" the song belongs to the great Johnny Cash not me. This story is solely for fun, practice, and hopefully someone's entertainment. I only own this storyline and any characters I create.

Summary: The SVU Gang is about to come across a perp like they have never encountered before causing a domino effect will change the face of the SVU forever. E&O. Rated M for later chapters.

Dolls

Chapter One: The Slow Build

December 30th 2010

1900 pm

New Jersey

Basement

He whistled while he worked. Pulling in and then up and through with a tug. The motion was repeated. A noise echoed off the walls of the basement. Whimpering. He finished the last one smiling, at his accomplishment. It was perfect. His feet slid off the stool rails hitting the concrete floor. His whistles continued to reverberate off the wall as he made his way down the dark hall. The walls covered in cracked old paint, the smell of oil and something else in the air. The tone was eerily familiar. "I walk the line because you are mine."

December 31st

2000pm

New York City's Central Park

Sam smiled at her friend, laughing, "Are you going to call him or what?"

Abby shook her head. "No way, he has to call me."

"Oh, you are so calling him" Sam laughed as she pushed her long blonde bangs out of her eyes. They crossed the park quickly the snow crunching under their boots and the cold wind seeping into their winter wool coats.

Sam shivered again. Pulling her coat tighter, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Sitting on a bench her hair whipping across her face was a young girl though not as young as Abby and herself. She noticed that the girl had no coat but was not shivering in the cold as they were. She noticed was wearing a lacey white dress. Then she noticed the red underwear was pulled down to her ankles.

Sam gripped Abby's hand. "Look"

Abby eyes widened and she nodded, "We need to help her, call 911"

Sam dialed quickly on her phone while Abby crossed the park to the girl. She called out, "Hey, are you okay?" There was no response and Abby's feet picked up their speed. She reached the girl in seconds. Tentatively, she reached out her hand to touch her shoulder. The girl did not move. She brushed the hair from her face and focused on her wide open blue eyes. Was she even breathing? Abby removed her glove. Gently, she touched her face. There was something wrong with her skin. Even in the freezing cold of the New York night, Abby could feel it was not right. What was that feeling? Wax?

December 31st, 2010

2030pm

NYPD 1-6

SVU

New York City

Finn was starting at the pile of paperwork in front of him. It was growing by the minute, he would have sworn to that fact in a court of law. Munch sat across from him tapping his pencil, raising his brows, and sighing as he would pluck at the computer's key board. Olivia sat directly diagonal to Finn and as always was diligently working away at her pile of paper work. Every so often she would shift, tuck her hair behind her ear, and sigh softly. Elliott sat directly across from Finn biting into his pencil. His brow furrowed. Every so often, he would look up and across the desk at his partner trying to catch her eye. It had been really quiet all day in the 1-6. Cragen, their captain sat in his office doing his own mounting pile of long ignored paperwork.

Exacerbated, Finn jumped up from his desk. "Anyone want some coffee? Some not made by Munch."

Olivia smiled, "Sure, sounds good."

Elliott groaned, "God, yes"

Munch raised his eyebrows his glasses dipping lower on his face, "I think I am being insulted."

"No, just your coffee" Olivia grinned and Elliot winked at her.

"What a way to spend the New Year. " Munch sighed and rolled his eyes watching Finn making coffee. "I had such plans"

"Really, what plans?" Finn questioned raising his eyebrows. "I have plans that I intend to keep."

Elliot rolled his eyes.

"How about you Liv, do you have any big New Year plans?" Finn inquired.

"No." Olivia's plans had included a quiet New Year's with Calvin. Now, it would be a quiet New Years by herself. She bit her lip thinking about Calvin and feeling that hole in her heart. She would never forget what Vivian had done to both her and Calvin. That night she had let that man take him away from Olivia had broken a piece of her. She missed him. She missed him a lot.

Elliot glared at Finn. The last thing Olivia needed was to be reminded of being alone or not having Calvin. Elliott had stayed with her the night that Vivian had taken Calvin away. She had all but begged him to leave in the car but he had followed her upstairs and the first tear had fell quickly followed by multiple tears. Elliott had held her as she cried, her whole body visibly shaking from the pain. It wasn't the first time that he had held her. He had held after Gitano, after Eli's birth, and after the airport shooting. He remembered each time, vividly. This time was different Elliot had felt it that night. He could not describe it but something was shifting between them. He did not want to revisit that night the pain he had seen that night or have Olivia revisit that pain. It had gotten better after she had received her first letter from Calvin. He was okay and his grandparents had no problem with him keeping in touch with Olivia. However, they were still keeping their grandson. Elliot hoped that nobody asked about his New Year plan which was nothing. His wife Kathy had opted to go out with her girlfriends and truth was Elliot was just as happy to work. He knew Kathy needed a break. She had been edgy lately as had he. He sensed something was changing between them as well. Elliot felt as though his world was shifting that something was coming but he could not put his finger on it. Elliot caught Olivia's eye shaking him out of his revere and she gave him a slight smile. Not a full on Benson smile but her way of silently communicating to him that she was okay. Elliot smiled back and felt his jaw relax.

Finn glared back at Elliot. He was not about to inquire about Stabler's New Year's plans. Their relationship was tenuous at best.

"Okay, so does nobody want to hear about my plans?" Munch asked. "Well?"

Cragen stepped into the bullpen, "We caught a case. John, I need you and Finn, in Central Park. Benson and Stabler, head over to the morgue. Melinda said she needs down there now."

Elliot grabbed his coat as did Liv. They answered "Got it" in unison and strolled out to the elevator their stride a perfect match.