For disclaimers please see chapter one

Olivia had barely stepped into the squad room when she felt Eliot's hand on her arm, dragging her over to the board to be briefed on what Munch had found.

"I don't know what you did to this boy Liv," Munch started, "but you really did a number on him."

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked.

"Dillon Mathews was an English student at Columbia University almost twenty years ago. He never got a chance to graduate though because on January 24th of his senior year, his parents had him committed to Bellevue after an attempted suicide, saying he didn't want to live without his Baby Doll," Munch smirked as Olivia groaned.

"I told him never to call me that."

"I went down to Bellevue and talked to one of the doctors," Fin said. "They said it took a very long time, but they were finally able to convince him that hurting himself wasn't going to do him any good. Apparently he started to behave and they believed he was well enough to be released. He was released about three months ago and no one has heard from him since."

"A search warrant won't help because his last known address is for the apartment he rented while on campus."

Olivia was getting a migraine and it was becoming difficult not to show her frustration, something Cragen picked up on. "Alright everyone, it doesn't look like we are going to get anywhere else tonight so why don't you all head out," he all but ordered. He turned and looked at Olivia. "Olivia, I need you to try and come up with places that might have had some important significance to this guy." Olivia nodded and walked, gathered her things, and walked out of the precinct. The only thing she wanted to do right now was spend a relaxing evening with her girlfriend and try and forget that any of this was actually her life. At least for a little while.

Olivia was now sitting at her desk Friday morning still trying to think of significant places from her past romance. As monumental as it had seemed when she was a teenager, she realized the engagement couldn't have been that special if she had forgotten all of details that surrounded it. She had even enlisted the Alex's help even thought they had not known each other then. Most of Monday night was spent trying to think of places around the campus or her mother's old apartment that could have meant something at the time. Even now, three days later she still had nothing. She was still obsessing over it when she heard her partner call her name.

"Liv, you alright?" He asked. He had been worried about her. Knowing that she was in danger didn't sit well with him. He knew that he couldn't keep an eye on her all the time and he learned his lesson after the Eric Plummer case not to force a protective detail on her.

"I'm fine El," she replied. "I just can't seem to think of any place that I would view as important to a relationship that ended twenty years ago. It's like I can only remember the place after someone says the name or I see it again"

"Hey you want to try something different for lunch today?" He asked knowing there wasn't much he could do to help her situation. "We could try that Italian place over by the Columbia campus. I think it's called Max or something like that. I don't know, maybe it will help you jog your memory."

Olivia's head shot up at the name of the restaurant. "What did you just say?"

"Uh…Max?"

Olivia jumped out of her chair and pulled on her coat. "Come on," Olivia said.

"Where are we going and why?" Eliot asked.

"We are going to check out that restaurant," Olivia explained. "That's where he proposed."

The drive to the restaurant was tense. Olivia was half hoping to catch the bastard in the act. It would give her a reason to take some of her frustration out on him. Eliot pulled into the parking lot and they exited the car. They decided to check the alleys first, as anything inside would have been found and reported by now.

Walking into the alley behind Max, Olivia couldn't believe her luck, good and bad in this case. There, kneeling over what appeared to be an unmoving body, was a young man, no more than 30 with what appeared to be some kind of carving tool. Olivia knew this wasn't who they were actually looking for, but he was doing a hell of a job implicating himself as an accomplice.

"Police! Let me see your hands," she demanded. The man's head shot up and his eyes widened as he saw who had shouted at him. Jumping to his feet, he took off down the alley. Olivia took off after him, cursing under her breath. Knowing that the perp couldn't get out of the back alley in that direction and that he would be in the way more than he would help right now, Eliot stayed behind to check for a pulse and some id. Unfortunately they had been too late for the girl. He noticed "TIME" was scrawled across the chest this time. Taking out a glove from his pocket he reached down for her purse, pulled out her license and started to jog down the alley to catch up with his partner.

Olivia, for her part, had managed to catch up with the suspect very easily. As he was trying to scale the fence at the end of the alley, she was able to catch his foot and pull him off. She slammed him up against the fence and brought his hands behind his back as Eliot came up beside her.

"Vic's name is Tess Montgomery," Eliot announced.

"What's your name?" Olivia asked the man as she cuffed his hands behind his back.

"Screw you!" He spat, still trying to struggle against the cuffs.

"Screw you; you're under arrest for being an accomplice in the rape and murder of Tess Montgomery until we nail you for Rosalie Williams and Maggie Cahill." Olivia sneered.

"I didn't do anything," he pleaded.

"You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," she continued, ignoring his pleas. "You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" She asked, leading him over to the car.

"Yeah, but I don't need them. I didn't do anything."

Pushing him into the back seat she looked at him and asked "if you didn't do anything, then why'd you run?" With that she closed the door, got into the passenger seat, and Eliot drove them back to the precinct.

Meanwhile, Alex was sitting in her office attempting to think of anything she could do to help her lover. They hadn't been able to think of important places, or help Olivia remember much of the relationship at all. She knew the case was eating away at Olivia, but there was nothing Alex could think of to help. The ringing of her phone startled her out of her thoughts.

"Cabot."

"Ms. Cabot, my name is Austin Johnson and I am calling on behalf of Halwarth's Insurance Company," he explained. "Unfortunately, a pipe burst in your apartment building this morning and there seems to be some damage to your apartment. Your building manger would appreciate it if you could come down and make a claim as soon as possible."

Alex inwardly groaned. She really didn't want to deal with this on top of everything else. On the other hand, if there was any damage to her apartment then she couldn't very well stay there while it was being repaired. That would mean that she would just have to stay at Olivia's, to help with the case of course. Alex smiled at that particular silver lining. "I could come down now if it's not too soon," Alex finally replied, knowing all she had today was paper work.

"Now would be perfect. Shall I expect you in say twenty minutes?"

"Yes, I should be able to make it by then."

"I appreciate it, Ms. Cabot. I will see you soon," the caller smiled an evil smile. So far things were going exactly according to plan.