Oh my gosh I am SO sorry for the long wait! I know this is a different story and my whole rule for this things is finishing one story before I move on to the next one, but I am SO stuck on how to write the next chapter of my story 'the assignment' that I feel like I might have to take a break for a while. If anyone has ANY suggestions, and I mean any, please please PLEASE give them to me because I am seriously stuck. Also, I can't just wait until another idea for that story pops into my head and leave you guys hanging for weeks without any content so, without further ado, welcome to my new story! Please enjoy and please read and review!

Chapter 1:

There were leaves in his line of vision, but he could still see the way she walked very clearly. She walked with her typical stride 'Just like she always does,' he thought to himself as he smiled. He didn't need anything to help him see more clearly because the tree was close enough to where he could see her very distinct figure outside of the police precinct, but far enough away so that no one would be able to notice him. He watched her as she took the same route, she did every day to work. He could pinpoint every stop and every traffic light. He knew approximately what time she was supposed to be at each and every intersection that she came across on her daily trek, and he could always tell what time she was going to make it to work based on the time that she left the house. 'She's so extravagant,' he thought to himself, 'soon.'

Olivia walked into the precinct with her and Elliot's coffee in hand and firmly placed one of the cups on his desk when she came across it. She placed the other cup on her desk and gently placed her coat on the rack. She opened the bottom right drawer of her desk and stuffed her purse down in it. Elliot noticed how quiet she was when she walked in and looked at her as she sat down.

"What," she said to him with a little bite, "Have I got something in my hair or something?"

"No, it's just that- "

"What Stabler? Gosh, spit it out!" Elliot remained speechless. She had never snapped at him like this before. In fact, she hadn't really snapped at him ever, but for some reason, he noticed that this time was different. He got up from his desk chair and walked over to her side of the two desks. He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her into the crib.

"Elliot what are you- "

"What the hell is going on with you," he shouted as he closed the door behind himself.

"Nothing, El, Okay? Just stay out of my business."

"Olivia, the day hasn't ever started yet and you're already yelling at me. What the hell is going on with you?"

Olivia managed to calm herself down before she answered his question.

"Nothing, El, I'm fine okay? I'm just a little tired; that's all." His stepped a little closer to her and brought his voice down to a quiet tone.

"Liv, I've seen you tired and this definitely isn't it."

"El, it's nothing, okay? Seriously, I'm fine."

"Fine," he said, annoyed that he couldn't get a straight answer out of her, "but if you ever need anything, you know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah, El, I got it," she stated irritated. Elliot walked over and opened the door and waited for her to walk out. He followed her down the stairs and sat back down at his desk.

"Don't freak out El, but I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, why do I need to know that?"

"I don't know; just in case you want to yell at me for that too," she said as she angrily walked past him.

"Don't worry," the man said as he listened through the device he had in his hand, "You won't have to put up with his nonsense for very much longer." The man sitting in the tree put the device in his pocket and climbed down. He began walking down the street as if he had been walking the whole time. "The batteries are almost out on the one in your watch," he said to a picture he held in his hand, "and when they run out, you'll soon be mine." He smiled widely as he walked down the street. His thumb caressed the light brown hair of the woman in the photo and every time he looked at it, it brought him joy. 'Soon,' he thought quietly to himself.

He was so lost in thought about the woman in the photo that he didn't even realize that he missed the bus stop. He had to turn around and walk almost a whole block back the other way. He sat down on one of the benches and waited for the bus to arrive. His precious thoughts were interrupted by a random stranger.

"Hey buddy, she your girlfriend or somethin'?" He looked up from the photo in his hand.

"What," he said with an annoyed look on his face.

"The woman, in the photo. She your girlfriend or somethin'? You're holdin' her picture like it's a religion. Can't say I blame you. She's kinda hot."

His blood began to boil. No one talks about her, especially her, like she's just an object. "Excuse me," he said through his clenched teeth.

"I mean, come on man, she's hot. Can't say I blame you if- "

"If what?" He got up from his spot on the bench and began standing closer to the man who had just offended him.

"Geez, sorry man, I didn't mean anything by it, I just- "

"Nothing. You will never, ever finish that sentence. The rest of those words will never come from your mouth because you will never be able to speak that way about her again. I simply won't allow it. Do you understand me? You don't get to speak about her that way. Only I get to think about her that way, but those degrading words you've just spoken will never be used to describe her. Especially by you." By this time, he was so close into the stranger's face that he could smell the man's disgusting stench that burned the inside of his nose. Then, all of a sudden, the man grabbed the small knife he had hidden in his pocket and shoved it down the man's throat. The bus stop wasn't busy and everyone was at work, so no one noticed; and, if they did, no one wanted to say anything to get on the wrong side of this man.

The stranger flailed his arms as his life slowly faded away until it was nothing.

"No one speaks about her like that; not even me. She deserves much more than this and she deserves much more than you." He pulled out a candid shot he had in his pocket of a man that he didn't particularly like and tacked it to the stranger's forehead. "Oh, if only it were the real thing. That would make me much, much happier. But alas, it's not." The man stood up and wiped the knife off and put it back in his jacket pocket. "It's a damn good thing you didn't ruin this suit or you would have had it a lot worse." He giggled to himself as he straightened his pitch-black blazer which matched his black tie and black button-up shirt. His low blonde ponytail was combed perfectly. He was about to walk off when her had just remembered the most important part.

"Of course, I'm so sorry my darling," he mumbled to himself as he placed a small note in the stranger's pocket. "That should do the trick."

The man continued to wait for the bus until he remembered that people become frightened when they see something as frightening as a dead body on the side of the street. He's not like most people, though. He wouldn't become frightened if he saw a body next to the street. He believes if he did see one that he would become quite curious. But, alas, he is not like most people and decided to leave the bus stop for lack of something to cover up the dead stranger with. He sighed to himself quietly and got up. He remembered to look both ways before crossing the street and continued on with his day. Today was going to be different because today was supposed to be the day. He pulled out the picture in his pocket and began to caress it again. He smiled at the woman in the photo and couldn't believe that she was almost his.

"Today is the day, my darling Olivia. You will finally be able to become mine."