A/N: MUhahahahahahah! I told you I wasn't fibbin'! The end is near! Repent now and be welcomed into everlasting femslash goodness! ... hmm... yeah, I haven't had much sleep. Sorry about that...

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06:37 PM

Alex unlocked the door to her apartment and walked inside. She was stopped dead in the foyer by the scent that washed over her. She closed her eyes, feeling her heart falter painfully as her body reacted on reflex, taking in a deep, heartbreaking breath.

It was sweet but understated, like the subtle scent of a flower she couldn't quite remember, laced through with an undercurrent she didn't think she would ever forget.

She dropped her briefcase and her keys onto the floor as she stumbled down the hallway, the rainwater from her hair running into her eyes to mix with her tears. When she reached the bedroom, Alex realized it probably wasn't the best place to be. The mix of Olivia's perfume and the unique scent they created when they loved each other was stronger here, held in reverently by windows shut against the downpour outside.

Images of the night before, of that morning, tore at her from inside her heart and mind. She crumbled onto the bed, pulling her soaked jacket more tightly around her to try and ward off a coldness that had nothing to do with the weather.

It wasn't supposed to hurt this badly. It was supposed to be better… than the alternative.

But it wasn't. She couldn't believe that anything could cause her to hurt more than she did right at that moment. And it was her fault.

It was all her fault.

My god… what have I done?

07:30 PM

Olivia ran a hand across her eyes, trying to wipe away the tiredness that was making the words in front of her blur. They had issued a BOLO as soon as she had swum back in from the deep end and every cop in the city now had one eye open for a monster lurking in dark. Unfortunately, in New York City, it was sometimes hard to tell one monster from the next.

She and Elliot had then proceeded to go through every scrap of paper they had on Kinkaid, trying to find a trail that would lead them to wherever he was hiding. So far, they had nothing.

"Come on!" She complained, slamming the file in front of her shut. "This guy is King fucking Kong! Really, how many places are there where he could blend?"

Elliot shrugged, puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled slowly. "I don't know, Liv. It's like he's a ghost or something."

"Not a ghost." She stood up and stretched, walking over to the coffee station. "More like an eyesore that everyone walks around without really seeing? He's there, but no one ever looks directly at him." She held up the pot in a silent offer, shrugging when Elliot shook his head no. "I think people want to ignore him. I would… If I weren't a cop."

"Did you get anything back on that deposit into Kinkaid's account?"

"No, I didn't turn in the request in time." She tunneled her fingers through her hair. "Now we'll have to wait till morning."

Her computer beeped and Elliot went around to her side, leaning down to stare at the screen. "You've got mail."

Olivia rolled her eyes at him as she brought her mug back to her desk. "It's from NASCO. I sent a request for background information on Fresh Start." She clicked on the icon, reading through the document quickly. Her mouth set in a grim line when she came to the information they were looking for. "Fresh Start is a part of the Preston Charities Group; co-chaired by Samuel Wainscott and his daughter." She set her coffee down with a sigh as she began to rub her temples. "Why am I not surprised?"

Her partner recognized the wall she was about to hit and stood up. "Listen, Munch and Fin are on their way to the Talbot Center; they've got the best lead we have on finding this guy. All we can do here tonight is spin our wheels and grind our gears." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You know what I think we could both use?"

She raised an eyebrow in question.

"A good stiff one."

Olivia choked on her laughter. "Speak for yourself!"

"I meant a drink!" Elliot glared at her.

"I know! But come on, how could I let that pass?" She snickered.

"Whatever." He growled. "Frank from the 2-2 said a bunch of the guys from Homicide are going to O'Malley's tonight. Why don't we go with them? I'll kick your ass at darts again."

Olivia grinned. "No chance! The only reason you beat me last time is because Alex walked through the door in that tight little grey skirt…" Her voice trailed off and she looked down at the floor, swallowing thickly against the tightness in her throat. Elliot looked away, but she could hear his teeth grinding as his jaw tightened in anger. "No… I think I need to stay here." She smiled weakly. "Stay busy, you know? I don't think alcohol is what I need right now. But you go; no reason for us both to strip our gears."

He looked at her carefully, trying to gauge whether she was just being nice or if she really wanted to be alone. "You sure?"

The corner of her mouth twitched and she blinked a little too rapidly.

Elliot understood. He lived in a house full of women. He knew it wasn't that she wanted to be alone. She needed to be alone. "All right; I'll see you tomorrow?"

She nodded absently, waiting until he was gone to sink into her chair with a bone weary sigh. She looked at the papers scattered across her desk, trying to control the feeling of being completely overwhelmed, before folding her arms across her blotter and dropping her head on top of them.

08:41 PM

"Detective Benson?"

Olivia cracked one eye open, trying to drag herself awake as she stared up at the nervous looking patrolman standing over her. Sitting up, she ran her hands down her face. "Hey Mike. Sorry about that."

The young cop just smiled. "If anyone deserves a nod now and then, it's you guys."

She shrugged. She didn't feel like being flattered at the moment, but he was a nice kid and a good cop so she didn't want to take her mood out on him either. "What's up?"

He held out a thin transmittal envelope. "These LUDS just got dropped off downstairs. The Sarge said you'd want them right away, so I ran them up."

She took the envelope from him, pulling on the thin cord that held the flap closed. "Thanks, Mike."

He stood at her desk for a few moments longer until he realized he had ceased to exist for the gorgeous detective. With a rueful sigh, he headed back downstairs.

Olivia laid the five pages out side by side on her desk. As LUDS went, they weren't much, but then Kinkaid hadn't been out that long and who would really be calling a homicidal maniac anyway? She ran her finger down each paper slowly, ignoring the numbers that had names next to them until she came to a series of repeating entries that started the day after the murder. There was only a phone number, no name attached to it and each call lasted lest than two minutes.

Like someone was calling in to check their messages.

She grabbed her telephone, dialing a number quickly.

"TARU, Morales."

"Hey, it's Olivia Benson." She tried to control the excitement she was feeling. "I've got a number off of Peter Kinkaid's LUDS that I'd like you to check out."

There was a deep sigh. "Liv, I'm two hours into overtime. Is this something that can wait until morning?"

"Is it ever?"

Morales laughed. "Okay, you're lucky I didn't turn off the computer yet. Give me the number."

"212-555-5309." She listened intently as his fingertips flew over the keyboard.

"It's a cell phone."

"Whose cell phone?"

"Hang on a second. This is government equipment, it only works so fast." There was a pause. "Okay, I got a name. It's Wainscott."

"Samuel?" Olivia felt her pulse quicken.

"No… Julia."

She blinked. "Julia Wainscott is dead."

"Maybe, but her cell phone is still active."

Olivia's eyes closed as understanding slammed home. "Samantha took over her mother's work with Preston Charities." She felt like slapping herself on the forehead. "We found Samantha's cell phone in her purse so we didn't think to look for another one. She had two cell phones!"

"Yeah, and this one's moving."

Her eyes flew open. "What?"

"This cell phone has a built in GPS module. I can track it by satellite. It just entered the Holland Tunnel."

Olivia thought quickly. "Can you get me something to track that signal from my car?" She asked hopefully.

Morales clucked his tongue thoughtfully. "You get to explain the overtime. Meet me here in twenty minutes."