"Why are you here?" Cragen asked, as Elliot sat in a chair in his office.

"I came to check in."

"I told you that I'd give you a call if anything developed."

"Yeah, but you didn't."

"Nothing's developed. Rickett was seen outside your apartment a few times, so we brought him in for questioning. That doesn't mean that he did it, Elliot."

"No, but it sounded to me like he knows a thing or two."

"It didn't sound that way to me," he replied. "Go home, Elliot."

"I just want to look over some of the evidence myself."

"What evidence, Elliot?"

"The credit card reciepts, for one."

"Fine." Cragen picked up a file off his desk and handed it to him. "There ya go."

"Why hasn't this credit card been cancelled, yet? The last purchase on this file is from this morning."

"We're leaving the credit card open, maybe this guy will end up doing something stupid or get caught on camera."

"Whoa...wait a second.." Elliot raised an eyebrow at the piece of paper in his hand.

"What?"

"This guy spent sixteen-hundred dollars at the baby boutique on swenty-seventh street."

"Yeah, I thought that was a bit odd."

Elliot cocked an eyebrow and swallowed. "That's where Olivia took Becca to register for the baby shower..."

"Yeah, but the baby shower was almost a month ago?"

"But, not everything on that registry was bought."

"I'll send Fin and Munch over to see what was purchased."

Elliot stood up. "I'm on it."

"No, you're not."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you're going home."

"What? I'm going to check this out."

"This is a conflict of interests, Elliot. I can't let you investigate your own case."

"Captain, this is my wife and my unborn baby," Elliot felt his eyes start to feel with tears. "I can't sit back and let this guy come after them. I feel that if I don't do something...I'm gonna be burying them both."

"I understand where you're coming from, Elliot. I still can't let you investigate a case that's so personal to you, you're gonna end up killing somebody."

"You're worried about me killing someone like Rickett?" he raised an eyebrow. "I'd be doing society a favor."

"Go home, Elliot. Spend as much time as you can with your wife, before the baby's born and she doesn't have time for you anymore," Cragen smirked. "I'm sure the poor woman could only handle one baby at a time."

"Funny," he rolled his eyes as his cellphone went off. He slid it out of it's holder that was clipped on his belt and answered it. "I'll be right there."

Elliot turned to Cragen an cocked an eyebrow, Cragen could see the frustration in his face.

"What?" Cragen asked.

"That was Becca, Unified Shipping just delivered a package to Kathy's door. She said we need to get over there."

"I'm gonna have Fin and Munch finish up with Rickett. Take Olivia with you, I'm gonna see if that boutique happens to have any damn cameras."

"Hey," Kathy greeted Elliot as he walked through the front door.

"Hey," he replied, as Olivia closed the door behind them. "Everyone okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine."

"Where's Becca?"

"She went upstairs to take a shower, but your package is in the kitchen."

"Is she okay?"

Kathy sighed. "She's a little shook up, but I think she'll be fine."

Elliot and Olivia moved to the kitchen, where they found a huge box in the corner of the room. Elliot looked to Olivia and reached out to open the box. Olivia looked over the lace and bows that adorned the pink bassinett that was in the box.

"That's the bassinett that Becca wanted, but no one would buy it cause it's too frilly and pink."

Elliot made a face. "It's freakin' hot pink, Liv! I would of killed you!"

Kathy walked into the kitchen and opened the dishwasher. "It's not the bassinett that creeped her out, Elliot. Pull the blanket inside of it back."

Olivia let out a slight giggle. "Oh, duh, huh? I didn't even notice," she reached out and pulled the blankets back.

Elliot jumped back from what he saw. "What a sick fucking bastard."

Inside the bassinett was a headless baby doll, covered in blood.

"Someone definatly needs a therapist." Olivia groaned.

Elliot reached down and picked up the note that was inside and read it out loud. "For such a great detective, why haven't you caught me yet? Heads will roll, Detective. Heads will definetly roll. You should pick out a casket for Baby Stabler now, before it's too late."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "I swear, I've never seen anything this sick."

Elliot cringed at the blood on his hand. "This is real blood. What the hell is it from?" He moved to the sink and started washing his hands.

"I'm gonna call Cragen."

Elliot reached for a paper towel and moved towards the other room. "I gotta check on Becca."

Elliot opened the bedroom door and found Becca sitting in the middle of the bed, with her legs crossed, reading a book. "Hey babe.." he forced a smile.

"Hi..." she said, not looking up from her book.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You sure?"

She looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders, again. "What do you want me to say?"

She'd been crying, he could tell.

"I don't want you to say anything," he said, sitting on the bed infront of her. "I just know that you're shaken up."

"I'm fine," she said, looking back down to her book.

Elliot moved a finger underneath her chin and leaned over so she'd look at him. "I love you..."

"I love you too," she replied, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Come here..." he said, taking her book from her and pulling her to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started crying into his shoulder. Elliot felt the tears build up in his own eyes. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he said.

"For what?"

"All of this..."

"This isn't your fault, El," she moved to look into his eyes. "Please stop blaming yourself."

"I can't help it. Apparently I've pissed someone off enough to want to hurt you, in order to get to me."

"Just shutup..." she said, wiping a tear off his cheek. "I'm the only one that gets to place blame here and I blame the psycho that's doing this, not you."

"Alright..."

"I wasn't all that scared before..." she sighed. "But, I definetly am now."

"I know."

"I keep getting these like, mental images, of me picking up the baby and it's head being gone..." her voice cracked and she started to cry again.

"It's okay," he said, rubbing her arms. "That's not gonna happen. I'm gonna catch this guy and everything's gonna be fine."

She kissed the tip of his nose and moved to rest her head on his shoulder. "Just hold me..."