A/N: Having fun reading reviews so please leave more :D This will be as realistic as I can make it which will be very. Only because I'm one who is more interested in what would really happen. Some of this story shows whats happening to other characters, not just Liv y El.

Thank you so much for everyone who has kept up with my story. Be sure to check out my others too.

I realized how pointless it is to have a set date on this because my studying schedule is constantly fluctuating. So, I'll update it at least once a week :)

SVU belongs to Dick Wolf.

November 17

Olivia woke up to the sound of a tea pot screeching. It took her a few moments for her groggy mind to comprehend what had happened last night. She remembered kissing Elliot, the way his lips felt against hers. She also remembered them laying down on the couch together as he held her closely in his arms. The amazing feeling of falling asleep crept up on her then and she drifted off in the safe haven that was his arms.

Now there she was a warm, heavy blanket wrapped snugly around her body and the missing presence of Elliot making her sad. Liv shifted slightly under the blanket and secretly admired how he had managed to get up without waking her. She smiled when she heard him curse at the sound of kitchen utensils clanking together.

Liv realized she wouldn't rather be anywhere else. The sound of Elliot attempting to make them a hot drink actually was very amusing considering before now Kathy or Maureen probably cared for the family in this type of manner.

'It probably wasn't Elliot's cup of tea.'Olivia laughed openly at the pun she had just made. She saw Elliot poke his head around the corner of the kitchen and his flushed face suggested he wasn't having the greatest time trying to make one of the most simple things on earth. The smile that broke across his face was rather comforting though.

"Morning, Liv." Elliot said with a wave of his hand. Olivia giggled and waved back sleep finally beginning to wear off of her.

"Hey, El." She said with a coy smile herself. "Having fun in there?" She couldn't quite hold back her laughter as she realized how helpless the famous Elliot Stabler could be at times in the kitchen.

"Well," He said a small blush beginning to creep over his face, "I-I wanted you to have something warm when you woke up." Olivia smiled and pulled the covers off of her. The shocking coldness of her apartment. She fought back the urge to climb back onto the inviting couch, and instead wrapped herself in Elliot's inviting arms, immediately feeling warm once more.

"You're warm." She cooed to him softly smelling the familiar cologne. She felt Elliot smile into her hair.

"You're beautiful." He whispered back, gently running his hands down her delicate back feeling the radiation of her skin seeping through the thin t-shirt. Liv smiled once more, loving the way his compliments meant the world to her. Before Liv could say something back to him they both heard the sleep filled voice of Alex.

"When I heard the tea kettle, I wasn't expecting to walk out and see this." Liv turned her head slightly to see Alex standing in the doorway of her bedroom with a amused expression on her face. Olivia and Elliot were both secretly more amused then her seeing the blonde A.D.A in an oversized t-shirt and fluffy pajama pants. Her bed head wasn't exactly helping the strained laughter that escaped Liv's lips.

Although Alex wasn't to keen on the idea that Olivia Benson was laughing at her in her pajamas, she was glad that it might've buried some of the painful memories that were ripping through her mind only a few hours before. Well, before Elliot came at least. It looked like he was doing a good enough job making her happy than any one could have.

"I did make some tea, Alex, if you would like some." Elliot offered not risking removing his hands from Olivia's back. He feared if he did he'd miss her to much, even though she was still wrapped tightly around him. Alex smiled.

"Thanks, that would be great and Liv sorry I slept in your room. I would've slept on the couch, but I came home kinda late and saw you had already occupied it..." She trailed off trying to read Olivia's expression to see if she was at all offended by that.

"No, no Alex it's fine." Olivia said with a nod. She honestly didn't care at all where Alex slept as long as Elliot was safe if that made any sense.

It made sense to her.

John Munch walked through the doors of the precinct witha gloomy look on his face. He saw Fin seated at his desk along with George Huang who was eagerly pacing back and forth blabbering something to him. Of course he was. What else would Huang be doing except talking endlessly about profiles and interviewing a bunch of loonies. Fin did seem to be intrigued by whatever Huang was saying so it might be helpful.

"Any leads on this Joham guy?" Munch asked as he approached the two men. Fin nodded and pointed at the projection screen in front of them. Munch saw a huge picture plastered on it of the man he knew that had taken Liv and El captive. He looked even grosser in a mug shot. His eyes were a sullen, murky green, his shoulder length black hair looked like it hadn't been watched in over a week, and he looked distinctly like a psycho. The name above it read Joham Bentley.

"I've managed to build up a solid profile of Joham." Huang said. Confusion filled Munch.

"Wait, why would we need to build a profile if he's already dead?" Munch asked. Fin and Huang exchanged a glance. If there was one thing Johan Munch hated it was not knowing something that others seemed to know all about.

"John, we believe that Joham may have a partner." Fin said quietly, bracing himself for Munch's reaction.

"What?!" He exclaimed. Oh hell no. If that sicko Joham Bentley had another sick friend that helped him kill then he would personally kill the bastard himself.

"Yes, well when the police raided his house they found his cell phone. He texted the same guy over 6,000 messages in about one week. All of them were about Olivia and he was watching her too. He had pictures and videos of her at home, work, stores. It was beyond stalking." Huang said with a grimace.

"I thought the detectives in that town were investigating this, not us." Munch said with even more confusion.

"They agreed to work with us on it. Doesn't seem like they've been through a crime like this. It's a pretty small town so they barely have any technology. We're still tracing the cell phone, but chances are the man he was texting lives here, in New York, same as Joham." Fin said. A rush of relief spread through John as the realization that he would be able to work the case along side the other detectives. Although he had no doubt in his mind that they were good at their job, he wasn't willing to place justice for Olivia and Elliot into their hands.

"Good, good." John said looking at the screen once more scanning over the details of his life. Born and raised in New York City to his single parent mother who was arrested three times for prostitution. Huang saw John reading over his life and decided to fill him in on things that weren't inclosed on the file.

"He was arrested a week after he was in the foster home for raping a nine year old that was staying with the same foster parents. The charges were expunged due to lack of evidence and the girls shaky story." Huang said. That explained why the charges weren't listed on his file.

"Who's the girl?" Munch asked. "Maybe we can interview her and see if she remembers anything." Fin looked at him like he was crazy.

"John, this happened over seventeen years ago. You really think that she'll remember anything about being raped?" He questioned him. Chances were that she didn't, but it would be better to check with her. Being raped stuck with you for a long time, they all knew that. Even the smallest of details could be a huge part of why Joham went after Liv.

"I do actually." Munch answered coldly at Fin's interrogation towards him. Huang's eyes flickered back and forth between the two agitated men. It was obvious they were both extremely stressed out over what had happened with Olivia.

"Her names Hannah Cassano, Munch." Huang said clearly trying to calm them down. "She lives in Brooklyn."

"I'm going to talk to her." Munch said as he took one final glance at the picture of Joham on the screen. That sick son of a bitch raped since he was fourteen. Why the hell would he go after Liv?

A young, blonde girl answered the door of the old, worn down brownstone. She was undoubtedly the girl they had seen in the file only about seventeen years older. In the file she had the same platinum blonde hair and dark blue eyes, only now she was taller about 5'7 and her hair was shoulder length which was shorter then it had been in the picture.

"Can I help you?" She asked when she saw Munch standing on her doorstep. It was unusual for her to have visitors. She never usually left the house, only for work. He flashed her his police badge and she felt somewhat taken aback. It was even more peculiar that the police were here. It had been awhile since she got a visit from an officer coming to check up on her. It had been seventeen years after all.

"Hannah Cassano?" He asked, knowing fully well it was her. She nodded slowly.

"I would like to ask you a few questions about Joham Bentley." Munch said professionally. Hannah felt as if her whole world was spinning. No, God, no. She hadn't spoke that name in at least four years since she dropped out of therapy. Hearing it being said so bluntly was nerve wracking.

"I understand it's been awhile, but he recently abducted two police officers and tortured them. We're trying to figure out if he had any kind of partner so we're interviewing everyone that he had any contact with." Munch explained farther, seeing the reluctancy plastered on her face.

"I haven't spoken to Joham since the trial." She said softly, grimacing as she said his name so casually. Even when she was being taunted in her nightmares, she couldn't say 'Joham no!' All she could do was whimper and cry and hug herself when she realized it was all the past and it still haunted her in the present.

"I understand that, Ma'am," Munch said, knowing she was trying to find a polite way to not talk about him, "but really we need your help." Hannah weighed in her chances of talking to the detective. Chances were she didn't have any useful information to offer the police and they weren't forcing her to do anything. Also she would probably be plagued with even more nightmares of what that bastard did to her. Still, human curiosity got the best of her and she knew that she needed to know what happened. If he had a partner she needed to know.

"Sure, fine." Hannah said shrugging, "Oh and call me Hannah. Please." She hated being called Ma'am. It made her feel like even more of a victim.

A few minutes later Hannah was sitting rigidly across from Munch, playing with the hem of her skirt involuntarily. God, she hadn't been this nervous in a while.

"Hannah, can you tell me what happened when Joham raped you?" Munch asked bluntly. Hannah looked at him uneasily.

"H-He came into my room one night." Hannah started, her voice quivering slightly at the thought of the young 14 year old boy; his scrawny body, his dirt black hair, and his murky green, ugly eyes.

"I-I don't remember everything. I only remember him taking his clothes off and telling me t-to touch him." Hannah shuddered. "It's become clearer over the years, but the thing that I remember most is what he said." She paused trying to catch her breath which had become rather uneven.

"He said, 'I'm going to make you feel really good, so don't make a sound.' I was stupid enough to listen to him. I just watched as he touched me and pushed himself inside of me." Munch saw Hannah's eyes begin to fill with tears and he silently put his heart out for her. It was always difficult interviewing a rape victim, especially when they were trying to put the attack in the past.

"It hurt so badly." She sobbed finally breaking down. Munch nodded and waited patiently as she attempted to compose herself.

"Hannah, you know this wasn't your fault. You were a child. You didn't know." He comforted. She nodded and wiped her tear stained eyes on the back of her sleeve.

"Can I ask you if you remember anyone specific that Joham talked to? A friend from school or an older man that might have some significance?" Munch asked her knowing that he hadn't gotten much from interviewing her. Well, it was worth the try. Hannah thought for a moment. Joham usually didn't hang out around other people except...

"Austin. Austin Jester." She finally spoke in a low, hollow tone. "H-He was this awful boy a grade older then Joham. He was a delinquent and manipulated so many girls into bed with him." Hannah remembered vaguely her foster mother telling her to never let a boy touch you down there, that it was very wrong. This of course was after Joham savagely raped her. She remembered the horrible realization that Joham had raped her. She stayed home from school for days throwing up, unable to look at anyone without feeling a terrible feeling that it was her fault.

"Good luck finding him." Hannah said, suddenly realizing how pointless the information she gave Munch was, "he's been homeless since he was eighteen."