A/N: Alright, don't start expecting these speedy updates. I actually had this chapter written before I uploaded Chapter 1, I finnished Chapter 3 sooner than expected because i had it all mapped up, but I don't expect that to happen again or right away. Enjoy!

Chapter 2; Names

Elliot and Olivia proceeded to investigate the rape and murder of the woman. Her wallet was found at the crime scene, all the money intact, and used it to I.D. the woman as Chastity Walker. The irony of it all made Olivia sick to her stomach, while it gave John the time of his life. He continued to ramble on about how the meaning of a person's name can predict their future… or some bullshit that no one but Munch and his 'superior mind' could understand.

The name 'Olivia' means olive tree; Thought the over-stressed, sleep deprived detective. That obviously reveals so much about my life. Olivia yawned and shuffled through some paper work on desk, that's when Cragen walked in, he motioned for Elliot and Olivia to follow him to his office. Elliot crossed his arms and tilted his head up ever so slightly as he stood across from his Captain in his office.

Olivia cut right to the chase. "What's up?" She asked in a very casual tone.

Cragen stuffed his hands into his pocket. "I want you to go out and start questioning Chastity's friends and family, starting with her husband."

"Certainly sir, but-" Olivia was cut off for the millionth time when the door cracked open to reveal another detective that worked at the precinct.

"Uh, Captain, a witness to the Walker case just stepped forward." Cragen nodded and dismissed him without so much of a word.

Turning to Elliot and Olivia, he addressed them and pointed towards the window that led to the interview room. "You two can interview our witness; I'll get Munch and Fin to start asking around."

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Olivia was the first to step in, with Elliot right behind her. There was a teenage girl sitting in front of them, and Elliot was quite surprised to not immediately hear Olivia's sweet voice. Usually, she would come in, smile, and sit across from the girl. "Hi, my name is Olivia, what's your name?"

Instead, Elliot had to break the awkward silence. "Hi, I'm Detective Stabler, and this is my partner Detective Benson." The girl nodded, so Elliot pushed a little farther. "And you are…?"

"My name is Penny, Penny James." She offered; she slouched slightly in her chair, green eyes staring down at her lap as her hands gripped the bottom of her chair.

Olivia looked at the girl. "Penny, can you tell us what happened?"

"No…" Penny muttered as she pushed aside her blonde bangs.

Olivia and Elliot exchanged a glance, Elliot was staring her down as a matter of saying 'Are you alright?' while she just kept an impassive face, before starting again, she sighed and tried to compose herself. "Penny, how old are you?"

"Sixteen…" Came the muffled response.

"Penny, how come you can't tell me what happened?" Olivia asked. She sat down and folded her arms over the table, Penny met her eyes and they stayed that way for a second.

"Because I didn't see it happen." The only thing that greeted her was silence, so she continued on. "I only saw who did it."

"How can you tell?" Elliot asked her.

Penny paused before continuing. "I wasn't sure at first, I saw him walk out of the alleyway, his pants were loose around his waist and he had his shirt off."

Olivia frowned visibly. "Honey, it was hot day, that's most of the male population…" She heard Elliot chuckle lightly behind her.

"No, I know it was him. I turned and peeked into the alley and saw her lying there… he turned around and winked at me, before he ran off, that's when I called the police." Penny sighed and looked up at them. "I'm sorry I didn't step forward right away… I was scared."

"Of what?" Elliot asked, a little perplexed; she didn't appear to be in any danger.

"I thought you might not believe me…" Penny trailed off. Olivia was in a visible daze, staring at the wall behind Penny, rather than at her. Elliot took this as a cue to take charge of the moment.

"Don't worry, we believe you." Elliot walked over and leaned over on the table, purposely so that Olivia would snap out of her trance. "But we need you to describe him to the best of your ability."

"Well, he was tall, tan, and handsome… blue eyes, black hair, and… really strong looking." Penny seemed to be more in love with him than anything else. Elliot noticed this, and he was sure Olivia caught it to, but as he turned expecting their eyes to meet; as they usually did when they both noticed something stranger; he saw her hesitate instead.

"Is there... anything unique about him?" Olivia asked as she struggled to make and keep eye contact with the girl.

Penny turned serious again and nodded, it's not like it is strange for a teenager to fantasize about an older man. "Yeah, he had a tattoo on the back of his neck; I remember staring at it trying to understand what it meant, because it was in a different language."

Olivia sighed. "Do you know what it said?"

"I know how it's spelled, does that help?" Elliot answered by passing her a pen and a notepad that rested on the table. Penny scribbled letters on to the paper than turned it around for them to look at it.

Olea europaea

"We'll get Munch to do some digging…" Elliot muttered to Olivia. She nodded in response and turned back to Penny.

"Would you be able to describe him to a sketch artist?" She asked the girl, after Penny nodded, she continued. "Identify him in a line up?" Another nod; the partners straightened up and exited the room, a sketch artist entered before the door could close.

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Conveniently, Munch and Fin walked in the room just as Elliot and Olivia did.

"Find anything?" Elliot asked as he scratched the top of his head.

"Yeah, an ancient-old mother with dementia." Fin piped. "She kept telling us about how 'God forgives all'."

Elliot grinned. "Well, that's what they teach ya." Munch looked like he wanted to say something smart, but held back. Elliot took this as a perfect time to pitch him a question. "Hey Munch, can you look something up for us?" He asked as he slipped him the paper.

Munch looked at the paper then back up at Elliot. "Your lover?"

"Very funny, Munch." Elliot said with a casual toss of his head, with that he moved to his desk, leaving Olivia to explain.

"A witness scribbled this down saying it was tattooed on the back of the neck of our alleged perp." Olivia summed it up as Fin went to take a seat at his desk.

Munch sighed and laughed. "Oh," Olivia took this as a cue to retreat to her workspace. "I thought for a moment that Elliot had a girlfriend named 'olive tree'…."

At that moment, Olivia stopped with her back turned to him, as if she were rooted to her spot. After a brief hesitation, she turned around and looked at him, trying to look professional and perplexed at the same time. "Olive tree…?" She parroted.

"Well yes, Olea Europaea means 'olive tree', it could mean something else, but as far as I know, that's all."

Olivia stood still for a moment; hey eyes were unfocussed as she ran this through her mind a few hundred times. First the victim looked like her, than the perp. looked; or sounded like he looked, like her rapist, and now the perp. has a tattoo with the meaning of her name on his neck? Was she the only one making this connection? That's my name… Olivia... 'olive tree'… She hadn't even realized how long she'd spaced out until Munch addressed it causally.

"Liv, what are you thinking?" Only she didn't answer, she continued to stand there in a total trance, flashbacks hitting her from every direction, and hitting hard. Paranoia, PTSD, and anxiety were taking over her mentally and physically as a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and a vein appeared visibly in its place. Then all of the sudden, a phone rang loud and clear throughout the office, it was the only thing Olivia heard, even in the noisy headquarters. She snapped out of her thoughts and panted in a quick breath.

Upon realizing her phone was ringing, she quickly put up her fake smile and calm look. "I better get that…" She eagerly excused herself to her desk where she carefully clutched the armrests and lowered herself into the chair for stability. Her three co-workers watched on without her knowledge. The phone seemed to ring forever before she swallowed the knot in her throat and picked it up.

Olivia took a deep breath, and said in a surprisingly professional voice. "Benson."

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