A/N: -sigh- They are still not mine...And they probably never will be...

A/N: Didn't get as many reviews as usual for the last chapter, but I suppose that the show must go on. Thanks to obsessedwithstabler, Drop Dead Saxy, Hkitty9013, Winterguarder15, onetreefan, estrelita lovesSVU, tamasit1, AliasCSINYFriendsER, and Kate Taylor for reviewing.

This chapter is dedicated to KaydenceRei. Her poetry is once again featured in this chapter and I think you will find it haunting and strangely brilliant. You would hate to be the one that has to solve it. Thanks again, girl. Love you.

Maybe she had seen a boat. While squinting in the horizon, wondering where that rock she had skipped had gotten to, she had spotted a boat. The boat was actually not in the horizon, it was actually pretty close, but when her eyes had scanned the landscape, they had fallen on the dock. The dock was actually to her left.

Maybe she had taken off jogging again, jogging towards the dock. She didn't know why she was going there, wasn't sure even why she would want to get into the boat. She didn't know much about boats, hadn't really been in one very often. Maybe once or twice when she was younger, but probably not very recently.

Maybe the boat was a larger boat, complete with a second floor that one could reach by climbing down about three steps. Maybe it would be a boat that she would feel comfortable on, one that she could drive comfortably.

Maybe she had climbed onto it, hoisting herself over its edge. She had pulled herself into the small space on the top deck and surveyed the surroundings. The boat was tied to the dock by a rope, but with a knot that wasn't that tight. It had really been left there, for no one. For nothing.

Or maybe it had just appeared.

She didn't press the matter. She began working on the knot, feeling the need to take the boat out on the lake, to feel the wind in her hair. She needed to feel that closeness to the incomprehensible, to the water, the fickle water. It was tranquil on the surface, but beneath, it was fuming.

She pushed the boat off from the dock once she finished with the knot. She was able to turn on the engine, not really bothering to check how much gas was the in tank. All she cared about was being able to leave the shore, to leave the chaos behind her and enter a world of even greater chaos, of an even greater unknown.

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It had been a few days since Elliot had kissed his partner, since he had finally exposed his true feelings for her, and she had exposed hers. The day found them lying together on a rug on the floor just staring up at the ceiling and listening to the birds outside, feeling the warm sunlight fall across their bodies.

Elliot looked over at Olivia. Her eyes were closed, and he wondered if she had fallen asleep; she had been silent for some time. Elliot rolled over onto his side and kissed her. After a moment, he felt her respond, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He smirked against her lips.

"I guess you are awake," Elliot said as they broke apart. Olivia laughed.

"I'm awake." She smiled at him. The sun played into her hair, illuminating it gold. It reflected beautifully against her darker brown strands.

"You're beautiful, Liv," Elliot murmured to himself.

Olivia blushed, as did Elliot a moment later. "I heard that," she whispered in response to his embarrassed glance. Elliot's face broke into a smile and he kissed her again.

"Well, it's true," he whispered. "But you weren't supposed to hear that?"

"Why not?" Olivia asked playfully.

"Because I'd rather show it to you instead." Olivia sighed happily against Elliot's strong chest. She listened to his heart beating beneath his shirt and thought she had never heard a more beautiful sound.

She had never been happier, could never be happier than she was right now, in that moment. The missing piece in her life was found, completed. She was complete. She had pulled her life together.

It was a strange feeling, really. She had filled in this void in her life, but she hadn't even known the void had been there until it had been filled.

That was more scary than anything else.

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The latest note from the 11-Day rapist that had been found clenched in Isabelle's hand had been illuminated by black light again for the detectives in the lab. It was more daunting than the first one:

Start from Canal, make a left and then a right,

Trust me my friends, she'll not go down without a fight.

Nobody's home, there's no breeze, no room to fly a kite,

Little lady Lila's left in the dark without a light.

Six hours is what I'll give you this time,

If you can finally figure out my rhyme.

Pass the lover's lane at three o'clock,

Don't bother with the teens, don't put them all in shock.

Drive along the road for an hour,

Don't wait too long, she's been left to cower.

Three plus one, can you find the right room?

Preferably before the little Lila goes boom.

"What is this place?" Olivia asked uncertainly, her tone wavering.

Elliot bit his lip. "I don't know if we need to know what specific place we're looking for, Olivia. These…don't lead to a place. I think they're directions…"

Olivia took another look at the enigmatic riddle in front of her. "When did the clock start?" she wondered aloud.

Elliot took a closer look at the clues for time in the riddle. If they "passed the lover's land at three o'clock" and "drove for an hour" it was projected to be four o'clock by the time they reached the location. The clock had to have started at around 10:00, logically. Elliot checked his watch. It was noon. "I think we have four more hours, Liv." He explained to her how he had arrived at that conclusion.

It sounded logical to her. "Let's see if we can't get to Lila before this creep does."

Even as she said it, Olivia felt something settle in her stomach. It was doubt. Sadness. The knowledge that she had just lied to herself. It seemed too good to be true. They both knew it, but they wouldn't, couldn't - shouldn't - say it. They could stay optimistic, they could say that they could find her in time, and they could work their asses off trying to do it, but in the end, they knew it was going to be futile.