A/N: A shout out to NTACvic. Glad you're enjoying the story so far. Here is some more and I hope you like it. :)

Chapter 13

Nick was off safely to One PP and the undercover operation had commenced. Fin and Doctor Huang were driving up to Mount Kisco to pay a visit to Sam, nephew to the now deceased Warden Drysdale. Rollins had managed to discover that Chip's real name had been Samson Hubbell and she joked that changing it to Chip seemed like a waste of time considering the hours he must have spent in the gym. No reason was given for the change but usually one doesn't change one's name unless there is a serious problem or one parent's were a tad brutal in the naming of their children department.

As it turned out, there was a very good reason. When Chip was a teenager, he had been hospitalized with severe injuries due to an attack by his father. The report filed by the police had noted broken ribs, broken wrist, and bruising to the kidneys and spleen (his spleen would later be removed). The cause of the attack was listed as religious differences which Rollins took to mean that coming out of the closet had not gone well for Chip. Things took a turn for the worse when another name popped in the database – one Martha Hubbell. It seems that when Martha tried to intercede on her son's behalf, she was struck which caused her to fall and hit her head on the coffee table. She was killed instantly. Mr. Hubbell went to jail for attempted murder and manslaughter. Olivia just shook her head as she headed out the door. Chip was definitely not their suspect. Of course if Sam didn't pan out, they were back to square one. They still had no leads on who took Ellen but whoever it was they knew the Warden and the Warden paid dearly for helping Ellen out.

Now, Olivia mulled over the case while holding Elliot up in the men's room over the toilet. The inside of her standard issue vehicle was being cleaned by the garage as they did their little dance of vomiting and flushing the toilet.

"What the hell?" Ken Briscoe asked as he walked into the men's room toward the sound of someone retching. It now explained why the one elevator was out of service as the maintenance man said he was cleaning something up.

"Sorry Kenny," Olivia apologized as she poked her head out of the stall.

"Sergeant?" The young Briscoe almost wet himself right there.

"I think he's almost done," she was apologetic.

"Detective Stabler?" Ken looked very confused. The younger man had never gotten into the habit of calling either of them by their first names.

"If you want to do what you came in here for, I'll close my eyes," Olivia offered.

"I can hold it. Looks like he's on the dry heaves anyway," Ken smiled slightly, unsure of what to do next.

"Tell you what, help me get him to the sink, and then you can do what you gotta do," she said.

"Deal," Ken nodded and then grabbed Elliot by the shoulder before moving him over to the sink. He then flushed the toilet while Olivia scrubbed her hands and her forearms up to her elbows at one of the empty sinks.

"All right, let's clean you up," she heaved a sigh, wetted some paper towels and got to cleaning up Elliot's face. He started to laugh and push her hands away from himself. He was really wasted. The intolerance to alcohol that had built up during his sobriety was surprising, either that or Marty over at McGillicuddy's had a lot of explaining to do.

"You want me to get some clean clothes from the gym?" Ken asked as he exited the stall and washed his hands.

"If you wouldn't mind. His shoes and his shirt took a beating," Olivia shook her head.

"No problem. I don't want to overstep my bounds here but what is he doing here anyway?" Ken asked.

"It's a long story, trust me," Olivia said.

"Yes ma'am," he nodded and then went out in search of some clothes that hadn't been vomited on. Olivia then dragged Elliot into the bullpen where Rollins jumped up and helped her into the cribs.

"Sergeant…" the blonde trailed off, wanting to ask so many questions but unsure if it was even her place.

"We'll talk about this later. Can you send Kenny in when he gets back?" Olivia wanted to know.

"Yes ma'am," Rollins nodded before heading back out the door. Olivia looked at Elliot who looked like he was ready to go to sleep. Had she driven him to fall off the wagon? Why couldn't she keep her mouth shut when she spilled the beans about what really happened with Lewis? As much as she had wanted justice for herself, the possibility of the entire world knowing that she had failed as a cop to protect herself made her not want to press charges despite what she'd always told victims. Perhaps she'd been in this business too long and her reputation was more important to her. When Lewis tried to introduce the fact that they had indeed had sex, whether consensual or not, she immediately denied everything. That had never happened and would not happen as long as she lived. She had committed perjury. Don had known it and he had asked her why she didn't press the charge. She had said that it would be difficult to prove especially since Lewis had been pushing that her kidnapping hadn't been a kidnapping at all. It had been consensual; she was just as guilty as he was. Fear of the jury believing it was right on the money when they asked if they could charge Olivia with assaulting Lewis.

"Sergeant, here you go," Ken's words broke her reverie. She thanked him and then went about getting Elliot out of the dirty top and sneakers. Pulling off his shirt, she swallowed hard as the feelings she'd buried deep about him pushed their way to the surface. However, instead of finding that six pack, she knew used to hide under his shirt, she found a miniature beer gut beginning to form. He'd been drinking and not paying his bills so of course going to the gym was out of the question. Surprisingly, he didn't fight her as she put the clean shirt on – not an easy task in and of itself considering he wasn't helping either. She covered him with an extra blanket and took the vomit covered shirt and shoes and pitched them into a garbage can. Exiting the cribs, she called over a uniform and told him to watch the former Detective.

Just as she was about to check in on Noah, her phone rang. Quickly answering it she discovered Doctor Huang on the other end.

"Sam is not our guy," the doctor explained.

"Oh and why do you think that?" Olivia asked.

"He had a psychotic break six months ago. He's been mostly catatonic since then. The doctors have tried taking him off his medication but it makes him extremely violent. They're enrolling him in a study to see if another kind of medicine would be helpful," Huang said.

"What is the official diagnosis?" She wanted to know.

"Catatonic Depression as a symptom of his Schizophrenia. My guess is that lashing out with those crimes on his rap sheet was the start of his disease but then later something triggered a full blown break. The violence seems to be the result of paranoid delusions that someone is out to get him. Whoever this someone is, he believes them to be a giant and that the doctors and other personnel here work for the giant. It's really quite terrible considering how late the diagnosis came," Huang told her.

"So he's violent enough to lash out but he didn't kill our Warden. That leaves us nowhere," Olivia exhaled loudly.

"Sorry," the FBI agent said.

"We're missing something but I just don't know what," she admitted.

"Well we're heading back to the precinct. See you soon," with that the call ended and Olivia shook her head. What the heck was going on? How could their perp be that good at covering his tracks? Then her cell phone jingled indicating a text message. Looking at it, she saw it was from Nick. I've got a suspect. Check out Corrections Officer Benjamin Wyatt. Something is hinky about him.

"Rollins I need a deeper look at Benjamin Wyatt," Olivia ordered.

"Yes ma'am," the blonde nodded.

To Be Continued…