Title: 800 Miles

Chapter Title:New York to Chicago

Summary: When Elliot and Olivia chase a perp to Chicago, they end up in none other than the ER at County...SVU/ER crossove

Rating: PG-13, a little language, and obviously, sexual themes

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own SVU or ER, trust me, the show would be MUCH different if I did.

a/n: I just always thought that this would be quite interesting...

"Hey guys, I just got another call," Said Captain Cragen as he stepped out of his office and in to the squad room, "A woman has been found."

"Same as the last six?" asked Detective ElliotStabler, although he already knew what the answer would be.

"Yep," replied Cragen, preparin for an outburst that was sure to follow his words.

"Damn that sick bastard!" shouted an enraged Elliot, knocking over stacks of files from his partner, Olivia Benson's, desk.

Shooting Elliot a look that would clearly calm him down, Olivia turned toher captain."We have to get this guy. Each time we get a new lead, he manages to do something to screw us up," said Olivia as she picked up the papers that were scattered all over the floor. She was not onlyused to Elliot's blow-ups, but she was one of the only people that could handle themand she knew that this case would bring on a few outbursts.

"Okay, Munch, Fin, you hang out here and wait for the body to get to the coroner's office. Benson, Stabler, you go down to the crime scene and see if anyone say anything," ordered Cragen, watching his best team grab their jackets and head for the door.

"I can't believe this!" said Elliot, pulling on latex gloves as he walked to where the ME was crouching down next to a body.

"Who can?We just have to keep looking for answers," said Olivia, crouching down next to her partner.

"Look at this, Liv," said Elliot with a small hint of sarcasm in his voiceas he began to take a closer look of the body, "late 20s to early 30s, plastic Ziploc bag over the head, and let me guess, raped with a foreign object?"

"Yep," replied the ME, "same M.O. as last time, except I did find some bruising on the arms. The violence is escalating. I'll know more after the autopsy."

"Does she have any I.D. on her, a wallet, maybe?" asked Olivia.

"Looks like we got lucky, huh Liv?" he answered her, holding up a brown leather wallet.

"That wasjust Elliot, they found a driver's license on the girl, a Stephanie Margarella," said John Munch as he hung up the phone in the SVU squad room.

"Well, here's the highlight of my day,I guess we better go tell the family," replied Fin, slowly rising from his chair.

"While you're at it, you can go down to the ME's office for the autopsy," Cragen told the two detectives, "We want these results fast."

"Okay, so I guess this is kind of like 'The Autopsy of Kaye Shelton' take two," the cynical Munch said to this partner.

"Try take seven," Fin shot back, opening the driver's side door and sliding in.

"This is just so perfect," said Elliot as he and Olivia walked back into the squad room, "I was supposed to take the kids to Hawaii next week; my first vacation in three years. I mean, what am I supposed to tell them 'Oh, I'm sorry, my work just got in the way again.'? I feel that I'm telling them that my work is more important to me than they are, and I can't just tell them about cases to make them understand; I can't bring my work home with me." He glanced over at his partner, hoping that she would understand.

"I know El, but let's just hope that we can bring justice to these women. Kaye Shelton, Ann Landers, Alyssa Reese, Megan Loeman, Karen Milton, and now Stephanie Margarella all deserve our best. If we give it our all, you might be able to make your vacation with the kids," said Olivia, trying to give some encouragement, not just to him, but to herself, as well. She was beginning to doubt that they would eversolve this case.

"So, doc, what do we have this time?" asked Munch snidelyas he walked into the coroner's office, "Wait, I am having a physic vision! I see cause of death as suffocation, raped with a foreign object, and to top it all off, no DNA anywhere!"

"Well, no male DNA. I did, however, find a planted hair," the ME, Melinda Warner, informed them.

"A planted hair!"repeated Fin, "Did you find a match on it?"

"Yes, it came back as a Kaye Shelton," the coroner informed them.

"Now this guy's really startin' to piss me off! He planted hair from another girl that he attacked and eventually murdered! This guy is seriously messed up!" exclaimed Fin, as angry as everyone else was, "Is that all?"

"Well, I did find some severe bruising on the arms and legs, definitely premortem. Looks like she was beat up pretty bad. He is becoming more violent with each vic," Melinda told him.

Munch and Fin drove back to the station and reported everything they learned to the Detectives Benson and Stabler. They seemed almost bored with the information that they received; by now, all the detectives had already seen six identical attacks, the only new aspect was the planted hair on the body.

"Okay, I want all of you to try to set up a timeline of the last two days of Stephanie Margarella's life. I want this guy caught before he can hurt anyone else," Captain Cragen told his weary detectives, "I also want you to go home by midnight and you are to come in no earlier than 6:30 tomorrow morning. I want to catch this guy as much as you do, but we need fresh minds for this. Oh, and Olivia, sleeping in the crash room does NOT count as going home to get some sleep." He gave her a stern, overprotective look to rival even Elliot's best looks.

The detectives all looked at each other, disappointed that they were going to be sent home. They wanted this guy now! For the next three and a half hours, they retraced Stephanie's steps and looked for things that Stephanie and the other victims had in common, such as careers, ages, where they lived and whatnot. After finding very little, Elliot suggested that they go back toreading over the case files and statements given by witnesses.

At midnight, Cragen stepped out of his office and said, "All right guys, time to go home and get some rest. Remember, do not even think about coming in before 6:30, or I will take you off the case, and nobody wants that to happen, including me." With these words, all the detectives stood up and put their coats on to go home. No one really wanted to go home, but they also didn't want to be taken off the case.

The next day, all the detectives showed up at exactly six AM, except for Munch, who strolled in at 6:05.

"Hey, Liv," Elliot said as he leaned over his desk towards his partner, "Are you okay? You look really tired."

"I know," she said, "I wasn't able to get much sleep last night."

"I know what you mean," Elliot replied, "I was up all night tossing and turning. And it doesn't look like John or Fin got much sleep either."

"Okay, so I guess we'll just start where we left off last night," Munch suggested.

Elliot and Olivia shrugged in response. "We couldn't find anything last night, why should this morning be any different? Let's face it, hits case is cold. I knowwe all want to keep working on it, but his guy is too good, he can't be stopped!" said an extremely tired and frustrated Fin.

"Well, with that attitude we won't! We are the ones who are supposed to bring the victim's families closure. Whoever did this won't stop now, we have to find him. We can't give up!" said Olivia.

"Uh, guys, sorry to tell you, but I just got another call," Cragen informed them.

"Where?" asked Elliot as he started to grab his coat. There was a hint of rage in his voice as he said this.

"Well, you see, yesterday, as we were investigating the attack on Stephanie Margarella, the perp ran to…" said Cragen.

"Where the hell is he? He couldn't have gotten far!" interrupted Olivia.

"The ME put the time of death at 3:00 AM, he could be anywhere by now…" offered John.

"Where is he?" asked Elliot, almost whispering, ignoring Munch's comment.

"Chicago." Cragen told them, "This time, he managed to attack two women in, what we think, twelve hours."

This sent the detectives in to an uproar. They had no idea how he managed to get away so quickly. The only logical conclusion was that he had planned this whole thing before he started attacking.

"How do we know this wasn't a copycat?" asked Fin, sincerely hoping that it, in fact, was not the real guy.

"There was another planted hair found, this time it was Ann Landers on the first vic., Chastity Hires. On the second vic., Brianna Santapola, they found a hair from Alyssa Reese," Cragen said, "Benson, Stabler, you better start packing; you're going to Chicago where you will be working with their Special Victims Unit. John, Fin, sorry, but you're stuck here with me. We can't send everyone 800 miles away; the perp might come back. I also need you to check with all airlines about passengers that left for Chicago yesterday. See who looks good for this."

"I'll never be back in time to go to Hawaii," complained Elliot to his partner.

"I suggest you hurry up. Your flight leaves at noon," said Cragen and with that, he hand the tickets to Olivia and retired back to his office.

Captain Cragen, Munch, and Fin were all at the airport to see them off. Elliot and Olivia made sure they had copies of the case files to review on the plane and to show the Chicago SVU what they had. There was time for a brief, muttered good-bye and goodluck before the two detectives boarded the 747 waiting on the runway.

"Well, this should definitely be interesting," Elliot mumbled to Olivia as their plane took off.