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This chapter is for all of my fans of the rest of my works. I hope this will meet the expectations of my loyal readers...

SVU Precinct

Wednesday, January 9th

8:15 am

Elliot looked curiously at his partner's empty desk as he walked into the bullpen. "Hey, Cap?" he shouted, shedding his jacket and laying it on the back of his chair.

"What?" Cragen asked, stepping out of his office.

"Have you seen Liv yet?" Elliot questioned, and the older man shook his head, glancing sideways at his detective.

"You mean she hasn't gotten here yet?"

Elliot nodded, cramming his hands into his pockets.

"Call her cell."

Elliot gave Cragen a glance before pulling out his cell phone and hitting the speed dial for his partner's cell. It rang once, twice. After the fourth ring, it went to her voice mail, and he left a short message before closing the phone and shoving it back into his pocket.

"Hey, where's Liv?" Munch asked as he and Fin sauntered into the bullpen, and a knot developed in his stomach as he grabbed his jacket and said, "Don't know, but I'm going to find out." The other two detectives watched with worry as Elliot stormed out of the precinct, slamming the door behind himself.

Apartment of Olivia Benson

Wednesday, January 9th

8:45 am

"Olivia?" Elliot shouted as he walked into her apartment, searching the empty space for his partner. "Liv, where are you?" Realizing that she wasn't there, he ran back out of the building and jumped into his car, slamming the door shut.

As he drove back to the station, he pulled his cell phone out and called Cragen.

Cragen.

"Cap, she's not there. Her car's there, and all her clothes and stuff is there, but she's not. There's something very wrong going on. Liv wouldn't just take off without telling me."

Well, we can't file a missing persons until she's been missing for at least twenty four hours. Come back to the house, and we'll figure something out there.

"Okay." Then he snapped his cell phone shut and tossed it onto the passenger seat, gripping the steering wheel with sweaty palms. "God, Olivia. Where are you?"

SVU Precinct

Wednesday, January 9th

1:30 pm

"Any news?" Fin asked his partner softly, and Munch sighed and shook his head. "He hasn't taken his hand off of his cell phone," Munch said quietly, and Fin nodded as they watched the former Marine rest his chin in his hand and sigh tiredly.

Suddenly Cragen's office door swung open, and every head in the bullpen swiveled to see the SVU captain run out of his office. "Okay, I pulled some strings upstairs, and we got the report filed and ready to go. Her picture's going to be posted all over the five o'clock news today," he shouted, standing in the center of the bullpen.

Elliot leapt up from his chair and stood in front of Cragen, coming face to face with him. "What can we do now?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest. "What if she's hurt, or unconscious? We might not find her in time."

"Elliot, I know that you want to get her back. We all do. But the only thing we can do right now is wait for a credible lead, and hope for the best," Cragen said almost apologetically. Munch and Fin moved to stand beside Elliot, and he said desperately, "There's got to be something we can do!"

Cragen looked regretful, and Elliot stormed passed him and headed for the roof, his favorite retreat when he needed a break from the job. Looking back at his other detectives, Cragen jammed his hands into his pockets and said, "You guys get back to work. I'll let you know if something happens."

Munch and Fin nodded, reluctantly returning to their adjoined desks to complete unfinished paperwork.

On the rooftop, Elliot stared at the brightly lit city, the harsh wind biting at his hands and face.

Somewhere down there, he thought miserably, Olivia could be lying hurt, bleeding, or… He shook his head and refused to continue the thought. Instead he looked up at the bright afternoon sky, and he thought of her smile, and her warm and contagious laugh. He thought of the way she would secretly watch him when she thought he wasn't looking, or the smile that she seemed to save just for him. The one that started in her eyes, until it seemed like the entire room was lit up.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he sighed and said, "I'm going to find you, Liv. I promise I'll bring you home." After a while, he headed back into the precinct, resigning himself to a night in the crib.

The next morning, Elliot wearily trudged down the stairs from the crib, scrubbing at his red rimmed eyes. At the bottom of the stairs, his jaw dropped at the beehive of activity that the bullpen had turned into overnight.

Fin spotted him and darted over, a file in his hand. "Elliot, we've been getting calls all morning, but nothing solid yet," Fin informed him as they walked across the floor. Suddenly Cragen ran out of his office, and he sprinted up to his detectives, clutching a white piece of paper in his hand.

"We've got something."

TBC...

A/N: (Ducks rotten fruit while diving for cover) I told ya'll this would be big...