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This chapter might be kinda long, but I hope you all enjoy it. I don't want to give too much away, but just read it okay? Okay.

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERING CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK.

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Back To You

Part 12

The morning ran as smoothly as possible following Elliot's departure from Olivia's apartment. She got ready for the day – and tried to make herself look a little more alive and not like she had been through hell – as well as helped Noah to get ready for school, though really, he had managed just fine on his own. Noah didn't ask any more questions other than if she was feeling better now, to which Olivia replied with a yes – not that it was really a lie, she was alright, but her son was too little to understand that sometimes she had things on her mind that couldn't go away. The two had their breakfast together – Olivia had a bowl of Cheerios while Noah stuck to his Coco Pops, and by seven forty-five, they were out the door. They took the short walk to Noah's school; Olivia kept hold of his hand and looked around to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary. She was pleased to see the squad car already on his school and gave a wave to the officer on duty, before making her way in to drop Noah off. After giving him a warm hug and reminding him that Lucy was picking him up, she kissed his cheek then bid him farewell.

She caught a cab to the block where the precinct was, and after grabbing a cup of coffee from the cart that was a few feet away from the entrance, she made her way into the building. As she stepped off the elevator some minutes later, she was met with the sight of her detectives, all huddled over at Fin's computer.

"Um, good morning." She greeted slowly, capturing their attention.

"Whoa, you look like hell." Fin remarked.

"Enough of the sweet talk," Olivia took a swig of her coffee as she stepped closer to them, "We got something?"

"We might do," Sonny replied as he looked up from the file he had in his hands, "Talked to the old warden for Rikers yesterday after you left; apparently the prison was becoming overcrowded and Harris – within the last two years – started showing increasingly good behavior and became the model prisoner, so they agreed to release him on parole, which I don't understood why he had a chance of."

"Okay," Olivia breathed out, "And anything from the former inmates who had complaints against Harris?"

"All similar stories to yours, Liv," Amanda replied; "Led them to the basement, did a job on them, but you were saved, and they weren't."

"Mm," Olivia nodded her head, "Okay, and is there any possible lead to tell us where Harris is now?"

"One of the former inmates said she saw him last night in a bar in Chelsea; I asked her if she was sure it was him and she was positive, said she would never forget his face. Me and Sonny are gonna go talk to her." Amanda explained. Olivia nodded, giving them all a smile.

"Good work." She replied. She then slipped into her office and closed the door halfway, before sitting down at her desk. She was about to start her work for the day, when she remembered that Elliot was probably waiting for her text. With a soft smile on her lips, she whipped her phone from her bag and quickly began typing a message for her old friend;

'8:10am – Hi El; I'm at work – all safe and sound. Hope you're okay and hope you have a good day.'

She put the phone aside and began working on some paperwork regarding the case, sighing slightly to herself as she did so. With the word now being out that the victims were the daughters of a 'former brother in blue', the police commissioner had been on Olivia's back, pushing her to find their perp and make an arrest. She just hoped they could hurry up and wrap this case, because she was emotionally exhausted and didn't know how much more she could take of it.

Ping!

She grabbed her phone, a smile forming on her lips as she opened Elliot's message;

'Elliot: 8:11am – Hey Liv; glad you made it. You feeling okay?'

'8:12am – Yeah I'm alright; thank you for everything. I'm gonna organize a detail for Kathy and Eli as well so give her a heads up for me; everyone needs protection until we catch this bastard.'

'Elliot: 8:13pm – I'll let her know. Be safe; on my way to Queens for father-son breakfast with Eli lol see you later!'

'8:14pm – See you later, El; you be safe too.'

Olivia then put her phone aside, just as her door pushed open yet again. Fin made his way into the office, a file in his hand as he approached her.

"Did some digging, found out Harris brought another car when he got out – got it from one of those side deals," he slipped the file into her hand; there was a picture of Harris and a security footage picture of a black jeep vehicle with a person holding the door handle, "Also called the bar and got the security footage from outside sent over, and Harris is getting into that exact jeep."

"Able to enhance the image and get his license plate?" Olivia wondered.

"Working on it," Fin studied her for a moment before speaking up, "We'll get him, Liv; I can promise you that."

"We will, we definitely will," she looked up as Fin turned to leave the office; "Fin – wait; I wanna talk to you about something."

"What's up baby girl?" Fin wondered, closing the door. He sat down on one of the chairs and leaned his elbow on Olivia's desk, urging her to continue whilst she drew her bottom lip in between her teeth for a second.

"I…Elliot…he came over to mine around four this morning; I had a nightmare and I text him, and he came over," she shrugged, leaning back in her chair, "We talked, and I told him about Harris finally. Fin, when I hugged him, when he held me while I cried, I don't know, I just felt so safe again, like nothing could touch me as long as he's around. I hate that he's the only one that can comfort me, but it makes me feel so safe all over again – even after all these years. I was trying to be cautious around him, to just feel him out because I didn't want to get too close and have him leave all over again, but-"

"But you couldn't help it because no matter what, no matter how long it's been, you and Stabler will always have that connection," Fin seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, and in turn gave her a soft yet supportive smile, "Baby girl, you and Stabler were partners for almost thirteen years, you couldn't just let that go, especially not the way you two are connected. I know you wanted to be mad, I know you wanted to be cautious, but you knew that would never happen because you and Elliot have so much history."

"He didn't forget about me like I thought he did," she sighed slightly, "Fin, me and him haven't talked about it yet, but do you know what he went through over these last seven years?"

"I only know what I've heard throughout the NYPD, but I haven't talked to him directly to find out," Fin replied as he ran his hand over his shaven chin, "You need to talk to him about it, but don't let anything hold you back. Follow your heart, baby girl."

Olivia gave him a confused look as he stood up, to which he responded with a smirk, "I know you still feel something for Stabler." He held his hand up as she opened her mouth to protest, "You don't have to tell me, but I can see it in your eyes, Liv."

"You know that's not why I'm working this case."

"I know, you aren't gonna let your personal feelings get involved," Fin walked backwards towards her office door, "Now, we've got a bastard to catch; I'm calling TARU to see if they dumped your phone and figured out where he called from."

With no more words to be said – and before Olivia could even get another word in really – Fin had disappeared out of her office to get back to the tasks at hand. Olivia smirked to herself, shaking her head in despair as she let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She should've known that she couldn't keep anything from Fin. He had worked with her for too long now and knew her too well.

And once this case was closed and she could breathe again, Elliot was going to know the truth as well.

"Can I get y'all anything to drink?"

Amanda and Sonny sat themselves down on the sofa of the small apartment belonging to former Sealview inmate, Shawna Reeves. Shawna had been an inmate in the prison during the time that Harris was there – and had met Olivia whilst she was undercover as Katrina Ray Lewis. She had been out for a couple years now and had completely turned her life around, and upon receiving the phone call from the detectives earlier in the morning, she was more than willing to help if it meant putting Harris back behind bars where he belonged.

"No thanks, we're good." Sonny replied, watching as the young woman sat down.

"I just can't believe that bastard Harris is out of prison," Shawna rolled her eyes, "What do you guys need from me? I just wanna make sure the bastard ends back up behind bars."

"Well, we know he's responsible for two rapes recently, we're just confused as to why he's even out of jail," Amanda explained, "You said you saw him last night at a bar in Chelsea?"

"Yeah, the place where I work as a bartender; the Blue River Pub," Shawna replied, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the table, "He was further down the bar being tended to by the other guy so I don't think he saw me, but I sure as hell saw him. I'll never forget the bastard's face." She shuddered slightly before lighting the cigarette; "You guys mind or should we move this outside?"

"No we don't mind, it's cool," Sonny spoke; "What did he look like? Anything that made him stick out?"

"He still looked like the same sorry son of a bitch, but he does have a scar under his left eye, I assume from the fight that Kat – I mean Olivia – put up all them years ago when he took her to the basement," Shawna took a drag from the cigarette before blowing smoke into the air; "He's cut his hair off a little bit but it's still short and dark with a little gray mixed in, green eyes that are so full of evil, a dark mustache. His voice – God – it still sounds the same; gruff, evil, and cold."

"What did he do to you?" Amanda asked.

"What didn't the bastard do," Shawna flicked the ashes of the cigarette into the ash tray on the glass table; "For the year I was there before he got arrested, I couldn't tell you how many times he dragged me to the basement and just – did stuff to me – over and over."

"Did you tell anyone?" Sonny asked. Shawna scoffed, shaking her head.

"For what? For them to do nothing about it?" she rolled her eyes, "After a while, you just pretend you aren't there and let it happen, especially if it means you'll get your fix out of it. You can complain to the warden all you want, but inmates always have a reason to make complaints, so it was no point in doing so when they weren't gonna do shit about it."

She took another drag from the cigarette and blew smoke into the air; "Harris was a captain anyway, so it was obvious that no one was gonna do shit. Olivia had balls to come in there undercover the way she did, chick even had me fooled thinking she was a junkie. She really helped us though; Sealview got better once Harris was gone. Harris was gone, the other CO's were investigated, we got a new warden and new CO's, it was all good. Still sucked ass, but we weren't getting raped everyday."

"How do you know about Olivia? Like I mean, how do you know her real name? Just curious." Amanda asked.

"We were in the cell block when she came in and arrested Harris," Shawna explained, "Honestly when girlie just disappeared, we thought he had killed her like he did Risa Tyler, but when we saw her again when she came in with the warden and we heard her voice, we was like 'Shit man Kat survived and she's a cop' but somebody found out that her real name was Olivia and we started writing letters to her to say thank you for fighting for us, but whether she got them is beyond me."

"You said he killed Risa Tyler? That was Ashley's mother right?" Amanda asked. Shawna nodded so Amanda continued, "How do you know?"

"Listen, I know this much; her brother was helping to supply Harris which supplied the prison, and when she refused to help him, he went after her kid. She was telling everyone that it was him that went after her kid, and then something happened – a detective or something posed as a lawyer to talk to her, and he talked to the warden as well and outed himself as a detective," Shawna paused to take another drag off her cigarette, "Don't know exactly what happened, but all we know is that word got back to Harris; I guess they questioned him. Couple days later, Risa was dead, though they said it was a suicide, but I never believed it."

"It was ruled a homicide by the ME, I read the report," Sonny glanced at Amanda before looking back at Shawna; "So Harris is capable of murder?"

"He is, especially when he feels like he's losing control or to keep someone quiet. If y'all are looking for him, be careful man; that bastard is dangerous." Shawna nodded her head. Amanda and Sonny exchanged a glance, sighing together as it dawned on them how dangerous Harris could possibly be.

"You've been really helpful, thank you, Shawna," Sonny gave her a smile, "One more thing; the lady that was Liv's cell mate when she was under – Amber Holland – do you know where she is now?"

"Yeah, she's been out about four years now, lives in Brooklyn with her moms; she's doing well for herself," Shawna mashed the cigarette out in the ash tray before standing up, "I have her address here, if y'all wanna talk to her. She was in for two years by the time I got there, and she could probably give you more info about Harris."

"That would be super helpful too, thanks." Amanda replied as she and Sonny stood up. They watched as Shawna flicked through some papers and scribbled something down on a small slip, before handing it over to them.

"There y'all go, Amber's address." She spoke.

"Thanks a lot, Shawna; and if you remember anything else, call us." Sonny thanked her again and slid his business card into her hand. Shawna nodded her head, walking them to the door of her apartment. The two had just stepped into the hallway, when Shawna's voice caught their attention yet again;

"Yo detectives?"

Amanda and Sonny looked up as Shawna stood against the doorway of her apartment, "Like I said, I don't know if Olivia ever got our letters or anything, but tell her we said thank you fighting for us and getting that asshole out of the prison."

Amanda and Sonny gave her a smile and assured they would do so before heading off. They both breathed out as they took the stairs back down to the first floor and headed outside to the squad car.

"I'm thinking we take a trip to Brooklyn to talk to Amber." Amanda slipped into the passenger seat while Sonny slipped into the driver's seat.

"I'm thinking I agree," he started the engine, "Call Liv; tell her we're going to interview another victim."

He was parked across the street from the large, two story home in Queens, a sinister smirk on his lips. He had been parked here for the last forty-five minutes, and he wondered where the owner of the home was as he was determined to make his visit to her memorable, as memorable as possible.

Another way to get Lieutenant Benson's attention.

He watched as the dark colored car parked in the driveway, and the blonde haired woman stepped out with a large bag of groceries in her arms. He licked his lips, watching as she made her way up the steps and into the home. He waited a few moments, watching to see if she was going to come back out, before stepping out of his jeep and making his way across the street. He looked around, before hurrying up the steps and ringing the doorbell.

He smirked to himself, listening as she shuffled around inside. He heard the locks click, then watched as the door opened.

Kathy Stabler was much prettier in person.

"Hi, can I help you?" she spoke through the screen door, looking up at him with a concerned look on her face.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could use your phone," he kept his voice tranquil and sincere, "Car troubles, and my cell phone is busted." He gestured across the street to the jeep, before giving her a smile. She studied him for a second, before nodding her head.

"Yeah, wait right here." Kathy closed the front door back and turned the smaller lock, her gut instinct telling her right away that something wasn't right. It seemed that all those years as the wife of a cop paid off, because she was certainly feeling on edge about this. She whipped her cell phone from her pocket, quickly sending a text message;

'9:12am – Call the cops and send them to the house asap.'

She then put her phone back into her pocket and grabbed the house phone before heading back to the front door. She took a deep breath, before undoing the locks and pulling it open.

However, a perplexed expression grew on her face when she saw no one there.

A hand suddenly covered her mouth, and her eyes widened in fear as the house phone slipped from her hands. A dark, gruff voice spoke into her ear, "You should really lock your patio door, Kathy."

Kathy began to struggle against the strong man, only to have the wind knocked out of her when he threw her to the floor. She groaned in pain, her movements being slowed slightly due to the pain coursing through ribs as she had landed runny on the hard wood floor. She tried to turn over but was suddenly forced onto her front as a hand covered her mouth.

"Bite me and you're dead, bitch."

Kathy was scared out of her mind, but she refused to give up on fighting despite the fact she was running out of energy. She suddenly bit down hard on his hand, to the point where she actually drew blood as she struggled. He groaned in pain and quickly flipped her over, punching her hard in the face to the point where she could hear the bones in her nose cracking.

And that was his mistake, flipping her over so that she would see his face.

She continued to struggle against him, only to start gasping when he wrapped his hands around her neck. She gasped for breath, her nails digging into him as she tried to get her knee up enough to hit him in the groin. She could feel her head growing foggy and felt as though she was running out of air, and the last thing she could think of was never seeing her kids again and that terrified her.

His hands suddenly left her throat and she felt the weight of him lift off her. Not really understanding what was happening, she simply held her breath and laid there with her eyes closed, listening for any indication as to what was going on, embracing herself for the worst. She heard the sound of footsteps rushing away, the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the sound of footsteps rushing down the steps. Her head was foggy, her arm was in pain, and she felt like she couldn't breathe properly.

She heard the sound of sirens, giving her the indication that Elliot - whom had thankfully been in Queens for a father-son breakfast at Eli's school - had gotten her text and had called the police. She let out some breaths and opened her eyes, though her vision was blurred and her breathing was shallow as she coughed and tried to get herself together again. She heard the sound of the door being kicked in, and heard a slew of footsteps running towards her.

"Kathy, you alright? Who did this?"

Elliot had arrived, with a bunch of cops and paramedic.

"I don't know him," she winced as the paramedic helped her sit up slightly, "I just know he said if I bit him, I was dead; he had green eyes, dark hair mixed with grey. He tried to rape me, Elliot, but I fought him and let him think I was dead so he would run off." She was breathing heavy and holding her side, there was still blood pouring from her nose and lip as well.

She could see on Elliot's face that he knew who did this.

"I'll call the girls to meet you at the hospital." Elliot told her as she watched them put her on the stretcher.

"Elliot, do you know who did this?" she asked. They were rushing her outside to the ambulance, yet she was still looking at Elliot with a concerned look on her face.

"I'm going to talk to Olivia." He explained quickly. Kathy watched as he rushed off to his car, before exhaustion consumed her, causing her to close her eyes whilst the ambulance began speeding towards the hospital.

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