A/N: Nope, not mine. The only characters I get to own are the ones I make up...like Michael Bloomberg...Haha what a lovely thought.

A/N: Well the alert system going down was really annoying, now wasn't it? Anyway, I'm updating now and be happy for it, even though it ends in a cliffhanger...Thanks to my reviewers from last time: Drop Dead Saxy, GreysERChick6, CarbyLivesOn, obsessedwithstabler, onetreefan, Sweet-4-Stabler, AliasCSINYFriendsER (twice!), Hkitty9013, OElvrs4life, WuHaoNi, SVU 101, KaydenceRei, Kelly of the midnight dawn, a very exctited reader...(I'm so thrilled to hear it!), and Kate Taylor.

So I hope you all enjoy and for those of you worried about Abby's baby, this first part is for you. :)

"Ms. Lockhart?"

Abby's head jerked up at the sound of the doctor's voice. The female doctor smiled warmly. "Your baby is just fine."

Abby let out a deep breath, very relieved. She had gone up to OB early that morning after having been jerked awake by yet another nightmare, this time about Richard and the rape. It had taken her awhile to figure out where she was, and when she remembered and was brooding about the dream, a terrifying thought had gripped her. She had gone up to OB as fast as possible, and even now she couldn't remember why she hadn't asked about the life of her baby earlier.

"Thank you," she said softly.

The doctor nodded and gave a small, knowing smile. "I consulted the ER doctors and nurses downstairs as to why they did not inform you. They were surprised when I told them, which is understandable as you're not very far along. Additionally," she pressed on. "They were also not surprised to learn that you hadn't remembered right away. The blow to your head and concussion may have caused some short term memory loss."

Abby nodded slowly, taking in the words. At least she hadn't intentionally forgotten about the baby. "So…I'm good to go?" she asked finally.

The doctor nodded. "Yes, everything looks just fine."

Abby swung her legs over the side of the bed. She hesitated, and then asked, "Can I get out of this wheelchair?"

The doctor laughed. "Somehow I knew you were going to ask me that. I asked the nurse downstairs and she said the answer to that would be yes."

Abby smiled and stood up, brushing her hair back from her face into a ponytail. "Thank you."

The doctor smiled as Abby walked slowly to the door. "You're welcome."

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A thin blonde woman adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. She sat, watching intently as the defendant answered his questions, prompted by his sleazy attorney. She scribbled something onto her notepad; the only sound that could be heard was her pen racing along the legal paper. The defense attorney finished his questioning with a smug look at the blonde prosecutor.

She acknowledged him, but didn't get upset by his overconfident manner. She rose slowly and deliberately from her seat, as if she had been waiting her entire life for this moment. "Are you sure that's all that happened, Mr. Zapata?" The sound had suddenly been turned on.

Zapata didn't blink. "Yes, I am quite sure, Ms. Cabot," he said coolly.

Cabot didn't drop her gaze, but advanced closer to the witness stand. "Are you positive?" She gave him one last chance to answer correctly, her tone equally as frigid.

Zapata's eyes narrowed. "I don't like you questioning my authority, bitch."

The courtroom shifted with unease. The guards at the doors took a firmer grip on their weapons. The judge looked sternly at Zapata. "We have no use for that language here," she told him sternly.

Zapata hadn't removed his gaze from Cabot while the judge reprimanded him. His anger was building in his face. "You think you're safe, don't you?" he taunted. She didn't flinch, but Zapata knew he was getting to her. He began to address the room at large. "You all think you're safe, don't you? You have no idea what we can do to you!" He rose from his seat, glaring angrily at the courtroom.

The judge banged her gavel. "Sit down, Mr. Zapata!" she ordered. He didn't. "Sit down at once or I will find you in contempt!"

Zapata only smiled, sending a signal to a man at the back of the room. Without warning, gun shots rang throughout the courtroom. The guards scrambled to ready their weapons, but some had already been shot down. A bullet hit the blonde attorney in the back, sending her to the floor.

"Alex!" A brown haired woman who had been drawing her gun raced towards the fallen attorney. She suddenly screamed, feeling a bullet rip through her flesh as well.

"Olivia…!" A man's voice yelled. His voice and the sounds of pandemonium in the courtroom faded away slowly into oblivion.

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"Come in."

Rose looked up as the door opened. Abby entered, although this time she was not in a wheelchair and was not wearing a hospital gown. Her arm was in a sling and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. "You're out of the chair, I see," Rose remarked, smiling.

Abby walked over to the bed, also smiling. "Yeah, I finally convinced the nurse that I was able to walk."

"Are you going home soon?" Rose asked.

Abby shook her head. "Not until tomorrow." She sat down on the chair next to Rose's bed that Dr. Wright usually sat in. "How are you today?"

"Confused, actually," Rose replied lightly. "I was wondering if you'd like to un-confuse me."

Abby chuckled. "I can try."

"I asked Dr. Wright last night about Elliot. Dr. Wright said he doesn't know who Elliot is…" Rose's voice trailed off. "But I think he's lying," she said suddenly.

Abby frowned. "What makes you say that?"

Rose shrugged. "I could tell." She sighed. "Can I ask you a question?"

Abby nodded. "Sure."

"Do you know anyone named Alex?"

Abby sighed, thinking hard. "I've heard that name before," she said slowly. "Let me think…" She bit her lip. "I think…Oh, I remember," she said softly.

"What?" Rose was concerned with Abby's suddenly sad tone.

Abby smiled sadly. "I heard Alex's name at your - I mean, Olivia's funeral. Casey Novak - she's an assistant district attorney who works with SVU - told me about her."

"So who was she?" Rose asked. Was?

"I don't know her personally," Abby said. "Casey was talking about the Witness Protection Program, which Alex was entered into. Alex was the ADA before Casey."

"ADA…" Rose repeated slowly. "So she was a lawyer?"

Abby nodded. "Yes."

Rose sighed and remained quiet for a few moments. Abby waited in silence for her to speak again. "It's all starting to make sense now," she said finally. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"What do you mean?" Abby asked.

"These dreams can't mean nothing," Rose explained. "They all mean something…Maybe they are bits and pieces of my memory…" Her voice trailed off.

Abby just looked at her. "What if they are all part of your memory?" she asked slowly. "What if you really are Olivia Benson?"

Last time Abby had suggested this, Rose has insisted it was impossible, that she had to hold onto the only thing that she had. Now, however, Rose was less sure. "Maybe," she whispered, but Abby didn't hear her. She sighed. "Tell me about Elliot," she said quietly.

"Elliot?" Abby repeated, slightly surprised. "Ah…okay." She let out a long, slow breath. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything," Rose said eagerly. "How did you meet him? What is he like?"

Abby smiled. Rose only stared at her expectantly. "How did I meet him?" she repeated. "I met him in Chicago, actually. He and Olivia came undercover to protect me from my ex-husband. When I first met him, his alias was Michael Stevens and he was a janitor."

"And what was I…Olivia?"

"Olivia was applying to be a desk clerk. I remember because Carter and I were interviewing her for the job…She got it, but only because we were desperate." She laughed.

Rose smiled too. "So…What was…is…he like?"

"He's very smart, very passionate, and very determined. He refused - refuses - to give up, no matter what. Very kind, very sweet, and very much in love with Olivia."

Rose laughed. "He was in love with his partner?"

Abby nodded. "Yep. Carter and I made sure they got together in the end. They were, after all, the reason that Carter and I ended up getting married."

Rose smiled. "He sounds like a wonderful man."

Abby grinned. "He is, Rose," she assured her. "He is a wonderful man."

Rose shook her head. "Don't call me Rose," she said softly.

"What?" Abby frowned slightly.

"Don't call me Rose," Rose repeated. She grinned at Abby. "Please call me Olivia."

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Abby grinned back at Rose - Olivia. She couldn't believe it: she had found her! Olivia was alive, just like Elliot. Of course, this brought about as many questions as it answered. Why were Elliot and Olivia alive when everyone else thought them dead? Why did they now have new identities? Why-?

But Abby didn't have time to ponder all the possible answers to these questions just yet. The door opened again and a man entered. Abby figured he must be Dr. Wright. Sure enough -

"Good morning, Dr. Wright," Olivia said.

Wright smiled at his patient. "Good morning, Rose." Abby cringed slightly. Wright turned to her. "And may I ask who you are?"

"Abby Lockhart," Abby introduced herself to the doctor. Her tone was short; there was something about him that she couldn't quite place…some sense of distrust…Then she remembered that this was the man who was calling Olivia 'Rose' and was lying to one of her friends. Abby knew why she didn't trust him.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Lockhart," Wright said. His eyes fell on her arm, but he didn't ask her about it. He instead turned to Rose. "How did you meet Ms. Lockhart?" he asked her.

Rose hesitated. "She - she came into my room yesterday. Apparently I remind her of someone from her past."

"Is that so?" Wright asked. His tone was light, but somehow it made Abby shiver. His light tone did not met his eyes, which began darker and colder. "And are you who she thought you were?"

Abby shook her head, ignoring Olivia's widening brown eyes. "No. She's not who I thought she was," she answered. Not anymore.

Abby definitely didn't trust Dr. Wright.

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Dr. Sampson Wright examined Abby Lockhart carefully. He took in her long brown hair, pulled back from her face in a ponytail, the sling she wore on her arm, the hardened look in her eye. Her face was relaxed, but he sensed there was something else she was feeling.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I hope you find who you are looking for."

Abby only nodded. "Do I need to leave?" she asked.

Wright shook his head, looking at Rose. "I can't stay long," he told her. "I have to make a trip today."

Rose frowned. "Why?"

"Business trip," Wright answered shortly. "It shouldn't take too long."

"When will you be back?"

Wright shrugged. "I'm not quire sure," he said. "It depends on a few things." He drew up another chair and sat next to Rose. "Don't worry, Rose," he said kindly. "I know you are still fighting to regain your memory. I know this seems like I'm abandoning you, but I want you to know that I'm not." She still looked unconvinced; in fact, she looked downright worried. Wright frowned. "Is everything all right?"

Rose turned her head slowly. "Are you sure my husband's name was Luke?"

Wright looked at her, slightly concerned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said: Are you sure my husband's name was Luke?" she repeated. Wright caught sight of Abby's face. Abby was looking at his patient with curiosity.

"I am sure," Wright answered slowly. "Why would you ask?"

"I just - oh, never mind," she said softly. "I just thought that maybe…maybe I had remarried or something."

Wright looked at her sadly. "No, you did not." He paused. "Is this about Elliot?" He saw Abby stir out of the corner of his eye.

Rose hesitated and then nodded. "Yes," she answered quietly.

Wright patted her arm lightly. "I still don't think this 'Elliot' has any connection to you." He sighed, seeing Rose's face fall slightly. He offered a small smile. "But maybe I can find out for you on my trip."

"Why?" Rose asked curiously. "Where are you going?"

Wright grinned. "I have an important appointment in Chicago."

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Agent Thompson drummed his fingers against the table and looked out at the group of agents assembled before him. His eyes fell on Agent Miller, and she offered him a small smile. He took a deep breath and began to address the group.

"Detective Olivia Benson and Detective Elliot Stabler are safe in their respective locations, as far as we know. This is good news. However, new evidence has suggested that their assumed assailant – Richard White – perished earlier than their attempted murder." The group shifted uneasily around him. "In addition, one of the doctors, Dr. Abby Lockhart, from Chicago was involved in a car accident in New York. She recovered, but the man who crashed into her car did not. His driver's license identified him as Derek Bloomberg. Michael Bloomberg, as you all know, was the man who abducted Detective Benson three months ago and may have been involved in the earlier attacks made against Dr. Lockhart's family. He was presumed dead, after a bomb exploded in his house."

One of the group members stirred and asked uncertainly, "Presumed dead, sir?"

Thompson nodded gravely. "The fire department has come to a recent conclusion that the evidence recovered at the scene of the bombing was inconclusive. They say that no one inside the house could have survived the bombing, but they could find no evidence to suggest that Bloomberg was in the house at the time the bomb went off. Because of this, we can only assume that he is still alive. Furthermore, a note was discovered in Derek Bloomberg's house after the attempted murder of Dr. Lockhart."

Thompson produced the note and began passing it around the table. "The note is signed by Michael Bloomberg. It orders the hit on Dr. Lockhart. From this we can only conclude that Michael Bloomberg ordered the hit or possibly even made the hits on Detectives Benson and Stabler. The evidence that Richard White perished earlier than the first hits were made also supports this theory." Thompson cleared his throat and looked around at the group.

"Michael Bloomberg is still out there. He has no reason to believe that Detectives Benson and Stabler are alive or that Dr. Lockhart survived the car accident. This only leaves one other hit: the other doctor involved in the first incident. That would be Dr. Lockhart's husband, John Carter.

"Dr. Carter lives in Chicago. Naturally, we can see the problem as Detective Stabler is in Chicago as well. Hopefully we can avoid the situation getting out of hand."

"So what do we do?" asked a blonde agent who was sitting next to Miller.

"We have to find him. We are going to find him before he can get to Chicago, if he isn't already there. Everyone must be working around the clock on this task: Find Michael Bloomberg!"

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John Carter and Elliot Stabler sat at Elliot's kitchen table eating Chinese take-out. The apartment was fairly empty, as Elliot hadn't bothered to unpack anything, but Carter thought it was still better than his place, which would seem even more empty as Abby wasn't there.

As though this thought had been spoken aloud, Elliot asked, "Did you hear from Abby today?"

Carter shook his head. "It's been a long time, Elliot," he said quietly. "She's only called me once, to tell me that she arrived. The last time I called her was to tell her to come home…I haven't spoken to her since."

Elliot frowned. "Did you try calling Casey?"

Carter nodded. "More than once; no one was there. I tried calling Abby's cell phone too, but she must always have it off because it goes directly to voicemail." He frowned worriedly.

Elliot bit his lip. "I'm sure she's fine, John," he said softly. Carter still looked unconvinced.

"This isn't like her," he said worriedly. "She would never do this. I know that her flight yesterday was cancelled and all the flights out today were booked, but that's only from looking online. Why hasn't she tried to call me? What do you think she's doing?"

Elliot could only shake his head hopelessly. "I don't know. I'm really sorry."

Carter sighed and pushed his half-eaten carton away from him. He took a long sip of water. "Do you think she's mad at me?"

"Did she sound mad on the phone?"

Carter shook his head. "No, she sounded fine. Well - as fine as she could be, as she was at the graveyard…"

Elliot frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe she went to see her mother's grave?"

"Without calling me?" Carter asked sharply.

"I don't know," Elliot said again. "Maybe her cell phone battery is dead?"

Carter shook his head. "It can't just be that…she could call me from Casey's phone…Something's not right, Elliot. I'm worried about her. What if something happened?"

"I-" But Elliot's words were cut off by a knock at the door. He frowned; he wasn't expecting company. He pushed his chair back slowly and walked to the door, peering through the hole. He frowned again: he didn't recognize the man on the other side. He opened the door.

"Can I help you?" he asked the man.

The man pulled a gun from his pocket. "I think you can."

Elliot was at first too shocked to think. He stared at the man in horror, realizing it could very well be Richard White who was now aiming the gun directly at Elliot's face.

"Let me in."

Elliot hesitated; the man took the opportunity to jab the gun into Elliot's cheek. "Now!"

Elliot made a move as though he were going to move aside, but as the man took a step through the doorway, Elliot gave him a sharp punch on the side of his face.

"JOHN, RUN!" he bellowed as the man regained his balance. He slugged Elliot across the face and punched him hard in the stomach, causing the detective to fall to his knees. Elliot couldn't see what Carter was doing; he could only hope the doctor had managed to find his way out through a window.

The assailant took advantage of the fact Elliot was on the ground be kicking him. Elliot grit his teeth against the pain, refusing to scream or cry out. He tried to drag himself to his feet, but the assailant kicked him to the ground again.

"Elliot!" Carter came rushing over. Elliot tried to shake his head furiously, but only managed a few weak shakes.

"No, John; get out!" he yelled. The man kicked Elliot's back again; Elliot's face contorted with pain.

Carter was shaking his head. "I won't-"

"LEAVE NOW!" Elliot managed to shout. "It's Richard White, John! He tried to kill me and he killed Olivia!" Elliot saw Carter's eyes widen. "Leave me and save yourself! Please, John-" But Elliot could say no more as he felt the last of his strength leave him and his world went black.

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"ELLIOT!" Carter screamed as Elliot's eyes closed and the fight left his body. The man began advancing on Carter instead.

"Dr. Carter, I presume?" The man placed the gun to Carter's temple. "We have met before."

"I don't know you," Carter said fiercely. "I don't know anything about you, except that you killed one of my friends!"

"Oh no, Dr. Carter," the man said darkly. "No, I think you'll find you know me very well. You see, your detective friend was wrong." The man jabbed the gun sharply into Carter's temple. He let the doctor's unconscious form slide to the floor before continuing.

"I am Michael Bloomberg."

A/N: As Kay would say, 'hosnap! Here we go again. Thanks for reading; please review, and I will try to update again soon!