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Elliot:

"It's like this kid doesn't even exist." Elliot took a swig of coffee as he and Don walked away from the coffee cart in the park. The hot liquid warmed his hands against the cool breeze. "What else do we do, Cap. It's like this man is always a step ahead of us." Cragen watched as the fire started to blaze in the young detectives eyes. He didn't know what Olivia Benson was to Elliot, but he did have some assumptions.

"Elliot, sit down," Cragen motioned him to the nearest bench. Once the two sat down Cragen began to speak again. "You can't let him get under your skin. As soon as you do that you let him win. He is trying to throw you off of your game, he wants you to hurt the way you hurt him." Cragen paused as he watched his detectives attention turn elsewhere.

"Elliot." He snapped. His tone warning Elliot he was starting to get irritated.

"That's him. That's Tony." It wasn't long before the bearded detective threw down his coffee and began running. The familar teen was wearing the same helmet and knee pads he had the day he visited the precint. He was Ridding down the sidewalk on his skate board Elliot was getting tired trying to catch up to him. He wasn't as fit as he used to be. He traded in his regular trips to the gym for regular trips to the precinct in order to find new leads on Liv. Just thinking about her gave him the adrenaline to keep going.

"Tony, hey wait," He called out. Personally, he didn't think the teenager was trying to ignore him, he didn't pick up speed or anything, instead he assumed he couldn't hear him over the busy bustle of New York. Elliot's lungs began to burn as he continued to push himself to run faster. It wasn't long before he tackled the teen on the skate board. He made sure he took the brunt of the impact leaving the kid unharmed.

"Woah, what the hell man." Elliot watched as the teen ripped himself out of Elliot's grip standing up and dusting himself off. Elliot took a little longer to pick himself off of the ground. As he stood he could tell he was going to be sore later.

"Tony, I have been looking everywhere for you."

"Oh, hey you are that detective. Did I do something wrong?" Elliot saw the fear in the young mans eyes.

"No, I just have some questions I need you to answer." He watched as the teen nodded his head. "If it's okay with you I am going to bring you down to the precinct. It will give us a little more privacy."

Once Elliot and the teen were sitting comfortably at Elliot's desk Elliot began to examine him. He hit him pretty hard, but he had to use all the force he had left or else he was going to lose him. He had to get back to the gym. He wasn't going to be any help if he couldn't even chase down a teen riding a skate board.

"Who gave you the letter?" It was firm and direct. He knew he was young, but he needed answers and it had already been four days since he received that first picture.

"I don't know his name. He was an old guy, maybe in his 30's. I didn't get the best glimpse of him. He wore sunglasses and had a ball cap on."

"Did the ball cap have anything special on it like a picture or writing?" He watched as Tony shook his head no.

"No, it was just a plain black hat."

"How did he approach you into bringing me in that envelope?"

"I wiped out and my skateboards axles and wheels broke. My mom has been begging me to stop skating, so I knew she wasn't going to pay to fix it. He told me he would pay me to bring it to you. He gave me a hundred bucks, so I even had some left over. He said I wasn't allowed to look inside though. Am I almost finished, my mom is probably going to be worried if i'm not home soon."

"Sure. Can I get your number in case I have any more questions?" Elliot started to jot down the number the boy relayed to him. "Thanks for you help, Tony." He watched as the teen smiled.

"The names not Tony, It's Evan. Evan Walters."

"Then why did you tell me your name was Tony Smith?" Elliot was confused to say the least.

"Because that is what the man told me to tell you."

Olivia:

Olivia woke up with cold sweat pouring down her face. She knew he was trying to nurse her back to health himself, but it wasn't working. He tried pill after pill trying to find something that would work. He even offered her some left over antibiotic he hadn't finished, but it was penicillin and she was allergic. Her eyes had been covered by something. If she wasn't so sick the knot tied behind to her head, to keep the blindfold on her face, would make it difficult for her to sleep.

She was miserable and in so much pain. Her entire body was cramping. It was like she was on fire. Every muscle pleaded to be relieved of it's misery. He was even trying feed her soup and keep her hydrated. It would be a nice thought had she could keep it down. At first he told her he thought it was the flu. He said it would pass and she would be alright, but now she wasn't so sure. She felt as if she were beginning to drown. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe.

"Your lips are purple," he stated. Her breathing was labored. This was it. This was all she was left with. She felt some relief when he removed the chains from around her ankles and wrists. She felt him pick her up. She stayed limp in his arms. He brought her to a shower. She wanted to scream as he undressed her, but she couldn't get her mouth to open. She felt the water hit her now bare naked skin. She felt his hands work the shampoo he poured on her head into a lather before rinsing it. Then she felt his hands touching her body in placed she wished he wouldn't. He was washing her skin with what she guessed was body wash. It smelled like him. Then she felt the water hitting her skin rinsing off the suds.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital. You are going to pretend you are my wife, okay. If you slip up, Stabler is dead." She wasn't sure if he was waiting for her to agree, but she wasn't fully able to process his words. She wasn't sure what he expected her to do. She was so sick she was dying. She wasn't able to speak anymore. It was then she felt a towel wrap around her body before he carried her back to the bed. He removed her blindfold, but she couldn't even open her eyes to take a peak at him. She so badly wanted to, though. She felt his hands against her body as he got her dressed.

"These clothes are a little big on you, but I guess they will have to do. They are the only clothes I have left of her. He took her away from me." She could hear the pain in his voice, but she couldn't analyze it.

Elliot:

"Tony Smith. Why that name? I dug into all of my files and I haven't been able to find a man named Toni Smith." Elliot shut his laptop in defeat.

"What about a female? Try putting an I at the end instead of a Y." Elliot looked at Munch as if he had an epiphany. Munch watched as Stabler opened his laptop and began digging into some more files.

"Son of a bitch," Stabler stated as he sat back in his chair.

"What?"

"It looks like we need to pay the real Toni Smith a visit."