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January 1, 2011

2230pm

Olivia Benson's Apartment

Olivia opened the door and walked into her apartment with Elliot behind her. She picked her phone up listening for the beeps. No messages, good, Olivia thought. She smiled at Elliot. "I am going to get you some blankets and a pillow for the sofa. Make yourself comfortable, El."

Elliot smiled and walked into Olivia's small kitchen and flicked on the overhead light. The room was quickly bathed in fluorescence which made Elliot squint his eyes. He opened her refrigerator pausing briefly at the picture staring back at him. It was a school art picture Calvin had drawn for Olivia and scrawled across the bottom was the name Calvin Benson. Elliot sighed and traced the name with his fingers. He knew it had to hurt now as much it probably at one time had made her smile. Elliot grimaced and opens the refrigerator door. He grabbed two beers from Olivia's middle shelf and closed the door.

"Sofa is all ready." Olivia said quietly as leaned against the door way.

Elliot smiled at her extending his hand with the beer in it. Olivia smiled and reached for the bottle their fingertips meeting in the exchange. Their eyes flickered briefly at each other both noticing the touch.

Olivia sighed. "It has been a long day and I feel like we have not made any progress, El. We got absolutely nowhere today and what if Huang is right and this sicko takes another girl?"

Elliot took a drink before he responded. "I don't know but we are going to figure this out. Virginia might just be the lead we need. If Huang is really right and this wasn't his first then maybe we will find something there. It is all we can do, Liv. It's what we do."

Olivia nodded and walked toward the living room knowing that Elliot would follow her. She sat on the edge of his make shift sofa bed and sighed rubbing her neck with the hand not holding her drink.

Elliot sat neck to Olivia. He studied her for a moment before speaking. "Turn around, Liv."

Olivia looked slightly confused as Elliot placed his drink on the coffee table in front of them. He reached his hands to her neck.

Olivia jumped slightly. "Sorry, your hands are cold." She laughed.

Elliot rolled his eyes and rubbed his palms together before placing them back on neck. He proceeded to knead at the muscles that he found there. His hands rubbing and kneading along the back of her neck and his fingers sliding up into her hair line. They had never done anything like this before. Elliot could count on one hand the times that they allowed themselves to touch. It had never been like this so intimate.

Olivia let out a little moan as Elliot's fingers worked the base of her skull. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice was screaming that this was beyond inappropriate but it felt so damn good that she really did not care. Olivia let her head drop forward completely relaxed in Elliot's hands. She moaned again.

Elliot smirked at Olivia's response to his touch and he loved the moans coming from her throat. It was turning him on a little too much. Elliot slipped his hand down her back never breaking contact to snake around the front of her waist as he leaned forward slightly and whispered in her ear. "Scoot back a little closer. It will be more comfortable." With that he tugged her backward against him.

Olivia scooted backward and ran into Elliot's leg which was folded in front of him on the sofa. Elliot dropped his hand from Olivia's waist as he shifted back against the arm of the sofa and spread his legs. He innocently patted the space between them.

Olivia bit her lower lip in concentration. Elliot was attempting to be the picture of innocence leaning back there against the sofa but his face was flushed with color, his eyes slightly dilated, and his pants were definitely tented. Unashamedly, Olivia slipped herself backward between his legs allowing herself to rest her back against his chest. She felt him brush her hair off her neck before he once again began working the tensed muscles there. Olivia closed her eyes as the sensation washed over her.

Elliot continued working the muscles in Olivia's neck and sliding his hands into her hair to massage the base of skull. He could feel Olivia's body relax completely against him. He leaned forward and smiled. Her eyes were completely closed and she was asleep. Elliot grinned and leaned back against the sofa. He debated waking her but his own eyes grew heavy and tired as he slipped into sleep.

January 2, 2011

0500am

Olivia Benson's Apartment

Olivia awoke to a light buzzing noise which seemed to grow in intensity. She clamped her eyes shut and snuggled down on her pillow. Oh not her pillow, Olivia thought feeling the hardness of Elliot's chest beneath her head. Olivia opened her eyes slowly to find herself staring directly at Elliot's chest. She looked upward his eyes were closed and his breathing even. Olivia felt him shift slightly underneath her and she suddenly became very aware of the arms wrapped around her waist. One was resting snuggly at the base of her back and other was on her ass. Shit, they were snuggling. Olivia thoughts were interrupted by the continuous buzzing noise that she now recognized was damn door buzzer. Her eye caught the clock hanging in her kitchen. It was on the five that meant Munch and Fin were downstairs waiting on her and they would see them together coming down from her apartment. Olivia sat up quickly and detangled herself causing Elliot to shift and groan in objection to this change.

"Elliot, we have to get up. Munch and Fin are already here." Olivia had no idea why she was whispering.

Elliot opened his eyes blinking off the sleep. "What?"

Olivia stood up and walked to her buzzer. "Munch and Fin downstairs, now. Waiting for us." Olivia buzzed down to them to ask for 15 minutes. "I am going to take a quick shower." She headed toward her bathroom.

Elliot rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wondered if he could take a quick shower. The idea of them in the shower together dancing in his head. Elliot had no idea how long he sat there but Olivia peaked out in a towel and said to him. "The shower is all yours El." She disappeared into the hall bathroom to get ready leaving her bedroom bathroom free to him.

Elliot quickly got off the sofa and headed to her room to take a shower knowing Munch and Fin would not be happy waiting in the cold downstairs.

Twenty minutes later, Benson and Stabler walked out of her building to the car. Munch and Fin were sitting in the front seat with Munch behind the wheel.

"Hi, guys." Olivia greeted.

"You driving, Munch?" Elliot asked.

"Yes, apparently since I used to live in Baltimore that makes me designated driver. Fin seems to think Maryland and Virginia are the same state." Munch smirked.

"You're lucky they still let your bony old ass drive." Fin rolled his eyes at Munch.

Olivia laughed and climbed into the backseat. Elliot followed behind her.

Munch turned around. "Okay, kiddies there are some rules to the road. First of all backseat people, keep your hands were I can see them there will be no funny business back there. Behave, Stabler."

"Is that directed at me?" Elliot said. "Why me not her."

"Because Benson is a good girl." Munch said.

"Thanks, Munch." Olivia grinned back at him.

"Yeah, right." Elliot mumbled under his breath which was rewarded with a light punch in the arm.

"I got a rule; we actually drive when we are actually in the car." Fin replied dryly.

DAY THREE

When Jessie awoke it was in a chair. She startled for a minute at this new position. Her eyes blinked against the harsh fluorescent lighting. He was kneeling in front of her and smiling. She didn't know which was scarier the smiling or the fact the he did nothing to disguise his appearance.

"Did you actually think that you were getting away?" He asked his smile widening. "They all think that."

Tears filled her eyes spilling down her face. She struggled against the ropes holding her hands tied firmly back in the chair. She struggled to part her lips but they wouldn't separate, he had sewn them together.

"Tears, they all do that too. They all scream, they all beg, and they all want to know why. Do you want to know why?" He paused. "I know you do. Come on, you want to know why me."

She shook her head vigorously from side to side.

"Because I want to." He smiled as he stood up and reached for something on the table behind him. He hummed his familiar tune and turned with the electric razor in his hand. He leaned in close to her face. "There was nothing special about you. You could have been anybody." He pressed the razor to scalp and happily hummed as her hair fell to the floor.

Author's Note:

Thank to all that reviewed. I will give you a little preview; our perp will definitely play with Benson, Stabler, and Huang. You will also get insight into his psyche. He has a great DSM IV (Psychiatric Diagnostic Tool).