Disclaimer

I don't own anything in reference to Law and Order: SVU. They are all in property of Dick Wolf; I'm just using them for fun.

The Dusk Stalker

Summary

A shoot-out at a grocery store calls the NYPD to act upon the crisis, a life of a well respected detective is stolen and weighs upon everyone at 16th Precinct especially Olivia Benson, but later she finds herself in jeopardy.

Author's Note:

So sorry for the delay! Don't kill me! Lol. Thanks for the lovely reviews, now in this chapter you're in for a shock. So I will give you a hint: Gotcha! A Plainfield is a neighborhood I created.

Genre

Drama

Romance

Crime

Warnings

Violence

Adult Language

Sexual Situations

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Three Months Later

Princeton, NEW JERSEY

"Thanks a bunch sir, "

An old gray haired woman said by the railing towards her house at the gentleman who carried her belongings. With little strength he had managed to carry her two medium sized travel bags in his hand to the porch of her house. Standing up he smiled at the old woman nodding at her gratitude.

"No problem Mrs. Blasé, glad to help, "He said receiving a smile from her.

"I'm glad you've helped me David, and once again welcome to the neighborhood…it can get lonely in Plainfield, "She said.

"But I've been here for months now, "David laughed.

"Well consider this your first day, "She smiled.

Plainfield's silent days and nights was the reason it can get lonely, he flinched only a bit unobvious to her at the name she called him, "David". He was new to it, even after these long months he was still new to the name David. He waved a goodbye to the sweet old woman and crossed the empty street to his small house ahead.

He entered, inside the house was very tidy as it was kept since he had nothing to do all the time. The mahogany furniture didn't appeal to him, because he wanted to be reminded of his home in Manhattan. He sighed, sitting on the couch and turning on the television in front of him with its remote, he kept the beige curtains closed, always closed.

His bright blue eyes caught the picture he just received recently from them, because he wanted to know how his family was doing…how she was doing. Talking the picture in his hand there they were, smiling and standing next to each other in Central Park.

Their smiles weren't as bright as they used to be, especially hers. She stood by them in a simple T-Shirt and jeans with sneakers, her dark brown hair wisp about her face, her eyes not giving out their rich deep brown color…her once radiant skin only pallid, and there was another that wanted him to go to her…that made him into despair not because of it but because of himself…the bulge was around her waist, that was evident of a life within.

He was taken away from her when he was believed 'dead', the heart monitor that only had a running line as a proof of his death was false and she was taken away from the ambulance back home. He still thought of the coffin used for his funeral, the empty coffin that still laying under the deep hearth.

He could see her face there, flushed with grief but the grief was wasted. He was not dead; he was alive in this small house, in a neighborhood so small that it is not known to many. The respectful Elliot Stabler was in Princeton, New Jersey serving his time in the Witness Protection Program until Richard White was behind bars.

Those men told him that Richard White was as dangerous than he was before, but gain more information made them turn away from him in order to avoid his questions. He only knew that with Richard White on the streets Olivia was in danger, he even told them that if they told him no more they should do their best in protecting Olivia.

But he didn't think they would do it, with police guards and detectives working on the case of the little girl kidnapped by White for an unknown reason this wouldn't stop Richard White from hurting Olivia. Elliot wanted so badly to just go into Manhattan and tell his family that he was alive, to be reunited with them and Olivia.

The officers told him now and then of his family and friends' life, what was happening and all, especially Olivia and his family. They even told him a week ago that Olivia was going to give birth to a son, their son.

What if his son would live a life without knowing his true father? Of course he wouldn't be in his son's life; his son would have to live with the fact that his father died on duty, his father died at the wrong hands.

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A phone call was received in the squad room; Fin was the one who picked it up. A thirty year old woman had told him she often spotted a man with the girl matching the same descriptions of Lydia Munroe and Richard White to an abandoned warehouse and another dead body. With almost an army of NYPD officers along with Fin and Munch broke into the warehouse to find nothing.

Munch had kicked a garbage can and Fin was not surprised, for months getting near to Richard White only left them to the beginning again. Fin called Cragen:

"Yea I'm here, "Cragen had picked up the phone with Casey standing in the office, she was anxious to capture Richard White.

"The warehouse's empty, shoes belonging to a kids was found, I think he knew we were on our way…and the witness is dead, stabbed I guess, "Fin sighed glancing at the police on the covered corpse far behind in the warehouse.

"So the bastard got away with the kid, any evidence stating he knows where Olivia is, "Cragen asked hoping to get a 'no'. "

"…there was a map, a red dot was on the same location Olivia is in, "Fin said. "But we got some protective details and officers to pick her and the others up and drop them over in the squad room, "

"Good, make sure they get there as fast as they can, "Cragen said and without waiting for an answer he had hanged up.

"How did he know where she was, "Casey asked.

"Probably looking at the places he's been in, he did spy Elliot's family, they might be the only relation Olivia has, "Cragen assumed.

There was a knock on the office door, and Casey was the one who opened it. A rather tall man of middle age, dark brown haired and green eyed entered Cragen's office. He was in an all black suit, and walked towards Cragen to shake his hand.

"Captain Donald Cragen, Kelvin Bright from the U.S Marshals Service, "Cragen shook his hand in return but did not respond to Kelvin, Kelvin smiled. "May I rather speak to you in private, this lovely red haired should have other business to take care of, "

Cragen gestured Casey to leave the office, she took one last look at Kelvin unsure of why he was here and wanted to talk to Cragen privately, but she left anyway. Cragen gestured Kelvin to sit down on one of the two chairs behind his desk. When Kelvin was seated there was an uncomfortable wave of silence, but Cragen broke it.

"So what was it you wanted to discuss privately, "Cragen asked, and Kelvin shifted in his seat.

"Captain Cragen I understand the tragedy that has taken toll in your squad room, but measures have been taken in this case and it is about time new strategies should be included. I was sent by the U.S Marshals Service to bring Detective Elliot Stabler out of the Witness Protection Program, "He said.

Cragen paused, could this be? He was glad he was in his seat or else he would have fell from shock, after all this time believing one of his top detectives was gone he had been relocated and believed dead.

"What? "