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"I- I thought he slept through the night!" Olivia cried to the cop who was taking her statement. "I didn't- I didn't think that some- someone would take him!"

"Mam, you've been here every night for the past month with your child right?"

Olivia nodded eagerly. "Always!"

"When has he ever eaten, fallen back to sleep, and not waken up two hours later at the maximum to be changed again?" the cop asked with a bit of attitude, looking at her like she had already been declared guilty.

Olivia let out a sob as she ran her hands through her disheveled hair. "I fell back asleep after I fed him! I- I always wake up when the mo- monitor would go off and it didn't!"

"You didn't hear anyone walk into your child's room and grab him?"

"No!"

The uniformed cop glared at her. "I guess if we find him you're gonna need a stronger baby monitor…"

Olivia let out another sob as she struggled to remain upright. Someone had come into her home and had taken her child, the one person left on this earth that she loved more than life itself and the cops were acting like she had been the one to hide him, acting like she had done something terrible to him. They were wasting their time blaming her when they could be out looking for the demon that had her son.

Olivia felt like the whole room was spinning. She wanted nothing more than to collapse right there in her sons room. She began to feel her knees buckle and would have collapsed had it not been for the strong muscular arms that grabbed her and hoisted her back up.

She spun around and came face to face with Elliot who looked almost as lost as she was. "He's gone!" Olivia cried as she collapsed in his arms, sobbing against his chest. "Elliot, he's gone!"

"It'll be okay," he muttered against her hair, her sobs rocking both of their bodies. "We'll get him back."

"He- he doesn't e- even have his blanket!" she cried. "Wha- what if he's cold?"

"You have to think that whoever has him loves him as much as you do," Elliot whispered. "You have to believe he's alright."

Olivia shook her head as more sobs left her. "Oh god my son! My son…!"

"Mam," another uniformed officer called to her. "We need you for a moment."

Without bothering to wipe the tears from her eyes Olivia raced towards him, ready and willing to do whatever they needed in order to find Kurt.

The uniformed officer led her through her apartment with Elliot following until he reached the study and nodded towards the window.

"There's fingerprints on the outside of your fire escape," he told her, "hundreds of them. Any idea who they belong to?"

Olivia shook her head. "No I don't- I don't know."

"Well we're gonna have to get your fingerprints," the cop who was questioning her earlier told her. "To see if someone," he said as he eyes her suspiciously. "Is trying to lead on the wrong track?"

"She's a detective in SVU!" Elliot barked. "She wouldn't kidnap her own child!"

"You work missing kids all the time, Detective Stabler," the cop argued. "You know the first person we suspect is the parent."

"Well you're wrong this time!" he growled.

"We can't be sure of that until we investigate!"

"Oh you're not investigating shit!"

"You know I have half a mind-!

"Stop! Alright both of you just stop now! I don't care if you suspect me," Olivia snapped towards the cop. "If you investigating everything about me means it'll put a stop to you assumptions I did something to my son and let you find the real criminal faster then have at it," she told him as she held up her hands as if to say she would do the print test right now. "Do whatever you have to do to find him. "

The cop looked skeptical but finally nodded and led her away from the window. "We'll be down at the station," he called out to one of his colleagues. "Ring me if you need anything."

Wordlessly he led Olivia out of the room. As she passed by her son's room she swallowed hard, pausing in front of the doorway. She walked in and reached in the crib, pulling out an incredibly soft fleece stuffed light blue dog.

She held it to her skin and hugged the toy as tears rolled down her face, deeply inhaling the scene of the fur. It smelled like him…

The cop walked in and tapped her on the shoulder and Olivia turned towards him, tears still streaming down her face.

"That's evidence," he told her a bit sharply as he wrenched the toy from her grasp and threw it back in the crib.

"Please," Olivia whimpered. "Please let me hold onto it."

"Sorry no can do," he told her, not sounding sorry in the slightest. "Let's go."

"Just for a little while!" she protested as she went to reach for the dog only to have her arm jerked away.

"Get off me!" she screamed as she wrenched her arm from his grasp.

The cop took no heed to her request and grabbed her by the arm and wrenched her around and slammed her against the crib jerking her arms behind her back.

"What the hell is going on!" came the familiar sound of Cragen's voice before the cop was pulled away none too gently from Olivia.

Once again Olivia reached in and grabbed the toy and held it close to her heart while sobs escaped her throat. Cragen rounded on the cop and narrowed his eyes at the man. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Who the hell are you?" the cop snarled.

"CAPTAIN Don Cragen of the 1-6 and Detective Benson's CO!"

The cop licked his suddenly dry lips and grabbed his arm as if he was in pain.

"She assaulted me!"The cop cried.

"Bullshit!" Cragen barked. "I saw the whole damn thing! You grabbed her and she pulled away and since she's NOT under arrest you had no reason to grab her like that!"

"She's hindering an investigation!" he protested.

"She wants to carry around a toy that belongs to her kidnapped son. How the hell is that hindering an investigation?"

The cop's mouth opened and shut several times but could think of no explanation. He licked his lips as he turned to Olivia who still had silent tears rolling down her face. "Fine, you can hang on to the stupid toy."

"It's not stupid!" she cried desperately as she hung on tighter.

Cragen glared harshly at the cop before he turned to Olivia, his expression softening a hundred fold. "Come on," he told her gently. "You don't need to be here right now."

Cragen went to lead her out but the cop stood in front of him and held out his hand. "I'm taking her down to the station to get fingerprinted."

The officer reached in his pocket, snapped on a glove, and shoved an unopened package of diapers at him. "Get your fingerprints from these," he ordered. "And when they DON'T match whatever prints you found then you can start looking for the REAL kidnapper! Olivia, let's go."

Cragen put his hand on her back and led her out of the room and out of the apartment to boot.

"I need to find him," she mumbled almost unintelligently as he took her to the elevator. "If I don't-."

"You will," Cragen told her softly. "I know you will. You just have to think positive okay? We'll go to the precinct and start digging there and see if anyone had a vendetta against you. We WILL find him, Olivia."

Olivia nodded although any positive thoughts were far away from her. The only thought her mind would allow her to think was that her son was cold and hungry and missing her as much as she missed him right now.

If she only knew how worse it really was…

…

Harris let out a groan at Kurt's never ending screaming cries as he tried to watch the news to get a feel of how close they were to catching on. Luckily the news hadn't even made local yet…

Harris shivered as he pulled the blanket around him tighter. His apartment's heater was on the fritz and it being the middle of December doing nothing to aid him. He had plugged in a small miniature heater that blasted hot air into the room but it was too small to really have any kind of significant heat.

He took a long swig of beer and once again groaned at the wails that seemed to be increasing in loudness.

"Fucking Christ, will you shut the hell up!" he roared at the screaming infant in the next room. When the baby would not meet his demands Harris got up from the couch and stormed into the next room where Kurt was lying on a dirty carpeted floor that hadn't seen a vacuum in years it looked like. His pajamas he had been wearing had been burned and the ashes scattered to the wind and he had yet to put a new diaper on him.

Harris went over and looked down at the baby, narrowing his gray green eyes dangerously at him. Kurt had several bite marks on him from the insects that plagued the apartment, he was shivering from the cold so bad his lips had turned a dark shade of blue, and Harris also noticed that his cry held a certain rasp to it like he was getting sick.

"Shut the hell up," he shouted, "or I swear to god you're dead!"

The words only seemed to make Kurt more agitated.

"Little bastard!" Harris snarled as he reached down and picked the baby up roughly. Harris struggled not to throw him against the wall to make the cursed noise stop as he brought him out to the living room and placed him none to gently on the couch.

Harris went over to the cupboard and wrenched it open and pulled out a bottle, a nipple, and a cap. He went over to the fridge and got out a gallon of milk and filled the bottle all the way and threw it over on the couch, caring less if he hit the baby or not. He also grabbed a roll of duct tape from the drawer…

He walked back over to the couch and shoved the bottle into his mouth. He took one sip out of it before he sputtered and coughed, his cries becoming louder as the ice cold liquid hit his mouth.

"Come on, you little shit, drink!" Harris growled as he repositioned the bottle but this time Kurt refused to even wrap his lips around it.

Harris narrowed his eyes before he picked him up again and carried him back into the room. He put him down on the floor and shoved the bottle in his mouth.

Kurt tried desperately to spit it out but Harris took the duct tape and taped it so that it was standing straight up without any assistance from him.

"Eat or starve your god damn choice!" Harris snapped before he stormed away from the baby, slamming the door shut behind him.

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