If Olivia was being honest, she was really scared. Her hands were shaking as she gripped the flashlight tightly. She didn't want to turn the lights on in case somebody had followed her. She knew this place like the back of her hand. She shined the light around at her desk and noticed that things were missing. Her desk had been trashed. She then shined the light against Elliot's desk and his desk had been trashed too. Then she looked around on the floor and there was paper everywhere. She sighed when she realized that nobody had followed her. Whoever was after them already came to the precinct to get what he wanted. He wouldn't go back. It was too risky. She decided to just head back home. If Elliot woke up and found out she had left he would freak out.

"Liv?" Elliot asked wiping the tiredness from his eyes.

She had just managed to get in and lock the door when he had woken up. "Yeah?"

"You went to the precinct," he said matter-of-factly.

Olivia sighed and sat her gun down on the kitchen table. She walked over to the chair he was sitting in and sat down beside him. She broke down crying. "First Cragen, then John! What the hell is going on here Elliot?!"

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and whispered into her ear. "I know... I know. It's okay, let it out."
She leaned her head back against his shoulder and closed her eyes as Elliot stroked her hair. "You need to sleep," he whispered to her. "I'm here. Fin's here. You will be safe. I will make sure of that."

"El?"

"Yeah, Liv?"

"Don't leave," she said quietly.

He hugged her a bit tighter, "I won't."

It was early the next morning and Elliot hadn't went back to sleep after Olivia got back. He wanted to keep an eye on the house. He had carefully maneuvered his body out from under hers and lay her down gently in the chair. She almost looked peaceful for the first time in days.

He was in the kitchen making breakfast now and Fin was helping him.

"I feel like a woman," Fin complained as he cracked a few eggs into the skillet.

Elliot laughed, "Well, I didn't want to wake Olivia and Elizabeth is still out of it."

"She's really taking this hard," Fin said sadly, "I don't think I've ever seen her so upset."

Elliot nodded, "We are the only family she has. It's more personal to her than it is to anyone of us."

"I can hear you!" Olivia yelled from the kitchen.

None of the guys said a word. They continued making breakfast for everybody. When they were finished they made three plates and sat around the kitchen table, eating in silence.

"She needs to wake up," Olivia said after she cleared her plate. It had been the first time she had actually eaten since the whole ordeal. "She saw him. She saw him."

"Liv," Elliot said reaching across the table and touching her hand, "If she saw him she would have told us last night."

Olivia shook her head, "She was in shock. She was traumatized. She might remember today."

Elliot sighed, he knew it was a long shot but if it made Olivia feel better, then he was all for it. "Do you want to or should I?"

Olivia shrugged, "I will."

"Hey, Elizabeth," she said quietly as she sat down on the edge of the couch.

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered slowly open as they adjusted to the light. "Hey," she said hoarsely.

"I know you're probably in a lot of pain," she began, "But the sooner we talk about this the better."

"I saw him," Elizabeth mumbled.

Olivia gave her a sad smile, "Do you know him?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No... but he has dark hair. Kind of wavy."

Olivia nodded, "You're doing great Liz. Do you remember anything else?"

"Uh... he had blue eyes. Very blue eyes."

"Did he say anything? Anything at all?"

"All he said was that he wanted the computer and when I didn't give it to him that's when he stabbed me..." Suddenly reminded of the shooting pain in her leg she winced. She was hoping it would feel better by now, at least a little.

"Does it hurt?" Olivia questioned.

Liz nodded, "Yeah."

"I'll get you some Ibuprofen. Hopefully that will help a little."

Olivia rummaged through her medicine cabinet in her bathroom to look for the medicine she knew she had. She always had some on hand for nights when she had headaches or if it was a rough day at work. When she finally found the bottle she took them to Liz along with a bottle of water.

"Hey Liv?" Elliot asked from the kitchen table as he peeked over the lid of Olivia's laptop.

"Yeah?"

"When was the last time you talked to Simon?"

Olivia was a little caught off guard by the question. She wasn't expecting that name to come out of Elliot's mouth. She hadn't talked to Simon since the whole ordeal they had together back in 2007. "I haven't talked to him in about five years. Why?"

Elliot looked back down to computer screen and then turned it around to face me. "That's why."

Elliot had pulled up one of the articles online that Cragen wasn't able to delete before he was killed. It was supposedly written by Liz but, at the bottom there seemed to be a mistake. It was signed by someone named Simon.

"There are thousands of Simon's in the world," Olivia said defending her brother, "Why do you think that's Simon Marsden?"

"Who else would be after SVU?"

"He has no reason to go after us! We helped him out of jail time and him and I haven't talked since."

"He has brown wave like hair," Elliot said pulling the laptop back around to face him.

"And very blue eyes," Fin added as he finished the coffee in his cup.

Olivia sighed and sat down next to Elliot. She rested her head in her hand and began checking out the article in depth. Basically it said the same thing as the other articles. It said that Serena Benson was a liar and that Olivia wasn't really her daughter because she was never raped. Olivia couldn't take it anymore. She slammed the laptop close and made a mad dash to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"You believe this?" Fin asked referring the the article.

"No," Elliot sighed, "But I'm not going to take the chance. I'm going to have a talk with Simon."

"I don't think that's a good idea!"

Fin and Elliot both turned their heads to the door where the shout came from and Fin rushed to unlock it, letting Melinda and her husband, Jonathan, inside.

"What's going on?" Fin questioned.

"Simon Marsden has been found dead."

Olivia had heard the talking going on in the living room but she just didn't want to listen anymore. It was too much. She was losing everybody. She flopped onto her bed and buried her face in her pillows, letting her sobs all out.

"When?" Elliot asked.

"Early this morning around two," Melinda answered, "That's not all."

Fin motioned Melinda and her husband them and they all sat down around the table. Liz had fallen back to sleep and Elliot was sure Olivia wasn't up for talking.

"What else?" Elliot asked preparing himself for the worst.

"So was Olivia's niece..."

"Dammit," Elliot sighed.

Fin just shook his head. It was beginning to look more like an Olivia related case than it was an SVU case.

"They were both shot once," Melinda continued, "In the abdomen. They would have bled outs slowly..."

"Liv can't handle this right now," Elliot whispered, "You can't tell her."
Melinda nodded, she understood. Losing everyone close to you was scary. Olivia hardly had any family to begin with so Melinda really couldn't imagine.

"There were prints found at the scene," Melinda went on to say. Jonathon squeezed her hand a little tighter and it didn't go unnoticed by Fin and Elliot.

"Whose?!" Fin wanted to know.

"You're not going to believe me when I tell you..."
"Who?" Elliot asked, he couldn't take it anymore. He was ready to kill somebody for messing with his friends and family. They had been just sitting back and basically taking it and Elliot was done. Not anymore. Nobody killed his family and just got away with it. That was justice.

Sometimes I wonder why I ever went into SVU. Was I setting myself up? Was I planning my life to be like this? Some people might say yes... but, that's not why I joined. I joined because I wanted to make a difference. I joined because I wanted to help those who couldn't help themselves. I was going to be one person who helped change the world no matter how much I hurt myself doing it. Working at SVU wasn't for me. It was for everyone around me. It was for everyone who suffered because there was no safe place where they could go. It was for all the women and men who remained silent and their lives were changed because of it. If I could go back... I wouldn't change it. SVU is where I belong. I'm making a difference and a difference has been made in me. Now if I could only get my girly ass up off the bed and wipe away the tears long enough to kick somebody's ass. Elliot's probably worrying sick about me... Everybody needs an Elliot Stabler in their life.
"Liv?"

Olivia sighed and closed out of her writing and shoved it under her pillow. The story wasn't for anyone but Olivia to read. "Come in," she said quietly.

Elliot pushed the door open and gave Olivia a sad smile before joining her on the bed and giving her an elegant kiss on her temple. "We need to talk."

"We're missing something," Olivia said, "I know we are. We have solved cases with less evidence than this! We aren't thinking clearly."

"Liv..." Elliot said reaching for her hands and holding both of them in his own.

"Melinda just stopped by..."

Olivia stopped talking then and just gazed into Elliot's eyes. She knew there was news and by the look of his face it wasn't going to be good.

"Simon and Olivia Marsden were murdered this morning..."

"Wh-w-what?" Olivia's face turned red instantly with sadness as she fought to hold in her tears.

"There were prints found at the scene," he went on to say. He could barely speak with the way Olivia was breaking down in front of him. He just wanted to cuddle her in his arms and be able to protect her from the outside world. He just wanted to make everything better.

"Who?"

Elliot shook his head. He wasn't sure he should tell her. This was either going to send her into hysterics or make her really pissed. Either way... he knew what was best. "ADA Alex Cabot."

Dun dun... DUN! So what do you think? Did Alex really kill Simon and Olivia or is it all just a scheme?