Hey everyone! Here it is, chapter 8, sooner rather than later! Thanks to those of you that replied with your lovely comments and tips- you're awesome!

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"When are you letting me outta here? My girl's gonna be at my place wondering where I am, and we gotta be at the bus terminal at eight!" Thomas Davidson announced as Fin entered the room.

"Well I can tell you right now, that ain't happening. Now, tell me about Ava Stabler." Fin commanded, standing over Davidson.

"I don't even know who that is!" Davidson shot back, leaning onto the table. He put his elbows on the table and rested his hands on his temples, letting out a tired sigh.

"You're a liar. Let me refresh your memory." Fin said, sliding Ava's picture onto the table. Davidson moved his hands away from his eyes just enough to see the picture of a toothless grinning, blue eyed little tot staring at him.

"Oh. Her."

"Yeah her. Now where is she?" Fin pressed.

"I don't know." Davidson shrugged. Fin rolled his eyes. Talking to Davidson was like trying to figure out if a teenager was lying about drinking.

"I don't know where she is, honestly." Davidson said, looking up to Fin.

"He's lying!" Elliot called out from behind the two-way mirror.

"Elliot, calm down." Cragen said, nudging him.

"Well your prints were found on her stroller, which sets you at the crime scene, which leaves you as the only suspect in her kidnapping." Fin explained, pacing the room.

Fin could tell he was getting Davidson scared. The guy's breath had gotten short, his palms were sweaty, and his eyes were glancing around the room.

"Tell me where the little girl is, and maybe we can work out some sort of deal." Fin pushed.

Davidson stared down at the picture. "He paid me. He gave me pictures of the woman and said if I delivered the baby to him, I'd get six grand." Davidson admitted, looking up at Fin.

"Who's he?"

"I don't know, honest. He said the less I knew, the better. Ended up cutting me three grand, though. Probably wouldn't have paid anything, except I told him I wanted an advance. He gave me three up front, and said I'd get the other three when he got his baby." Davidson shook his head, his voice changing to an angrier tone.

"And then before I get to where we're suppose to meet up, some black SUV pulls up, a guy grabs the baby, shoves me down and drives off. He set me up to fail!" Davidson yelled. He got out of his chair and paced the small dark room.

Casey put a reassuring hand on Elliot's shoulder. "Are you sure you want to be here El?" She asked. He shrugged off her hand and shook his head.

"I'm fine, Case." He told her. Elliot tightened his fists and tried to concentrate on his breathing. He couldn't help but think how terrified his little girl must've been when everything had happened.

"So why did you use such excessive force on Sam Martin?" Fin asked.

Davidson sulked into a corner and raised an eyebrow at Fin. "What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Ava's nanny, Sam Martin. You hit her so hard they had to induce coma until her brain stopped swelling." Fin said, laying a picture of Sam down on the table.

"Something's not right." Elliot mumbled, looking over at Davidson as the guy stared at the pictures.

"Detectives? Ms. Novak?"

The three turned around to see a young woman standing behind them, extending her hand.

"Piper Cameron, I'll be representing Mr. Davidson from here on in." She smiled.

Casey got the immediate feeling Piper was straight out of law school. She raised an eyebrow at the woman, her tidy suit, briefcase and all. She'd have no trouble holding up her own against her in court, she knew it. Then again, Casey had that feeling when she went up against anyone in court.

"You won't be taking your client anywhere, we've got him on assault against Sam Martin, and kidnapping Ava Stabler." Cragen explained.

"You have an assault charge, but you know you need more proof for your second case." Piper said, heading towards the door.

"What?" Elliot asked, staring at Casey.

"The guy told me it was his ex-girlfriend and that was his daughter, but he said her name was Melissa. Who's Sam?" Davidson asked.

Fin looked to the mirror just as Piper walked in, unsure of whether Elliot or Cragen had heard Davidson's last statement.

"Don't say anything further, Mr. Davidson, this interview is over." Cameron announced looking to Fin. The two headed out of the room and Fin followed shortly after.

Who's Melissa?


Olivia walked slowly down the hallway towards Sam's room. She hadn't been back to Bellevue since first discovering Ava's nanny was lying comatose a mere few feet from her. She stood outside her door, and shook her head, clearing the image out of her head.

"Liv?" Munch asked, looking over to her. It was easy to pick up on her nervousness, but the last thing he wanted to do was put pressure on her. He gave her a reassuring smile.

Olivia smiled back at him, inhaled, knocked on the door and entered Sam's room.

Sam's parents greeted Olivia when she and Munch entered the room. Munch, having met the Martin's previously, introduced the three.

"We're so sorry about your little girl. We really do hope they find her soon." Ellen smiled, rubbing the side of Olivia's arm.

"Thank you." Olivia smiled.

"Mrs. Stabler," Sam mumbled quietly. Her body looked so fragile as Olivia walked over to her. There were still bandages around her head, and a few cuts and bruises on her skin, but for the most part, she was recovering as well as expected.

"I've been telling you since day one, Sam. Call me Olivia." Olivia smiled, placing her hand over Sam's and squeezing just a bit. A small smile came over Sam's face.

"Sorry. Olivia."

"Sam, this is John Munch, I work with him at Special Victims, he and his partner, Detective Tutuola have been working together to find the man that assaulted you, and…" Olivia's voice trailed off, as she stared up at Munch. He picked up before Olivia had a chance to falter.

"We're doing our very best to make sure that you get justice. We have a suspect in custody right now, and Detective Tutuola is back at the precinct interrogating him." Munch explained, looking to Ellen and William, a sign of relief splashing across their faces.

"Did he have Ava?" Sam asked, looking up to Munch, her eyes hopeful.

Olivia had noticed that look on Sam's face. It was the same look she had every time Fin and Munch had come back to the precinct.

"No, sweetie, she wasn't there." Olivia answered quietly. Sam started to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Sta- Olivia, I'm so sorry." Sam cried.

Ellen came to her daughter's side to comfort her, wiping her tears away with a tissue. "It's okay, darling. Hush." She said to her softly.

"It's okay, Sam. It's not your fault." Olivia told her quietly.

It wasn't Sam's fault at all, Olivia thought to herself. Ever since Ava's disappearance, Olivia felt like she was the one to blame. If only she hadn't been itching to get back to work. If only she hadn't let Elliot convince her that going back to work when she did was a good idea. If only she had been the one in the park with Ava that day- she could have protected her. If only…

"Liv," Munch said quietly. He didn't want to put pressure on the two ladies, but the fact that Sam had been unreachable for almost a week meant that they had some catching up to do. Olivia looked up at Munch and turned back to Sam.

"Sam, we need to talk about that day." She said to the young woman softly. Sam inhaled, grimaced slightly at the pain she was feeling, but nodded her head, and tried her best to explain that day's events.

"We started off at home, Ava had some mashed banana's and cheerios for breakfast, and then I got her dressed and changed and we headed to the library. They were doing a Sesame Street theme this week, and I thought Ava would love it." Sam smiled. Her words were spoken softly, and she struggled a bit to get so many out at once, but she knew Olivia was patient.

"Well, Ava does have a soft spot for Elmo." Olivia smiled. "Go on."

"We finished at the library, and a few of the other sitters I usually see were heading to the park, so we headed there too. I had Ava in the swings and I was talking to other's about a baby yoga class that was starting up." She paused, closing her eyes as she waited for the pain in her head to subside.

"There was this man that came up. We'd seen him there a few times, but this time he actually entered the play area, and he came up to me. He said we needed to talk, but I told him I didn't know him, so there was nothing to talk about. I thought he left…" Sam said, her voice starting to tremble.

"We finished on the swings, and Ava started to get fussy, I knew she'd be ready for her nap soon, so I decided to head home with her. I took the trail through the park, the way we always walk home. I didn't know he followed us…" Sam cried, thinking back to that day. She closed her eyes, bringing her hand to her head. The pressure of re-living those moments was getting to her.

"Sam, did he say anything more to you, before he attacked you?" Munch asked, stepping closer to her.

"He… he called me Melissa." Sam mustered before throwing her head back against her pillow. Her body started to thrash, and her machines started to beep wildly.

"Sam! Samantha! What's going on?" Ellen cried, grabbing for her daughter.

Munch and William ran into the hallway, calling for a nurse. Olivia ran to Ellen's side and pulling her away as the nurses and doctor came running into the room.

"She's having a seizure. Get them out of here!" The doctor ordered.

"Samantha!" William called out as the nurse ushered the four outside Sam's room. She closed the door and blinds and left the four standing outside, wondering what would happen next.


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