A/N: No end in sight for this drama.

"I've known you for years, Olivia." He said as he leaned back in his chair.

Now that she was more or less completely lucid, she noticed that he seemed calm. He wasn't drunk or high, or psychotic.

It should've been a small comfort, because that meant that he probably wasn't completely unpredictable.

But it wasn't comforting at all. It terrified her.

"21 years actually, can you believe it?"

No, I can't.

"You know, it's weird, actually meeting you like this. Talking to you. Because I know everything about you, and you don't know anything about me."

And I don't want to.

"I won't go into too much detail-"

Thanks.

"but I was born in 1965. I was adopted, had a pretty good childhood. I know what you're thinking. I must've been abused or something, right? To do something like this?"

She gave him no reaction.

"We moved around a lot, but we always ended up back here in New York."

So at least we're still in New York.

"And then I found you."

"And then what? You were too shy to ask me out so you decided to kidnap me 21 years later?"

He laughed, a real genuine laugh. "You're funny. It suits you. You always look so serious."

She pursed her lips as she glared back at him.

"But no, it's not like that. Like I told you, I'm not really into that."

"Into what, exactly?"

"I'll explain soon. Be patient, Olivia." He reached for a bottle of water on the floor next to him and held it out for her. "You sure you don't want some?"

"I'm good."

Wheatley shrugged and opened the bottle for a quick sip.

"Where was I? Yeah, that's right. I found you."

A connection. Any connection.

Any connection between Wheatley and Olivia.

It was the only thing racing through her head while driving to the precinct. That, and the guilt.

I should have gone after her. I should have been there. I should have stopped this.

Amanda hurried into the bustling squad room, threw her jacket and purse on her desk and kicked off her high heels.

There were uniforms everywhere and in the middle of it all, a pale looking wedding party.

"What do we know?"

"Amanda, should you even be here?" Fin asked with a worried and sympathetic look on his face.

"None of us should be here. Jesus Christ, Fin. It's your wedding day."

"We'll celebrate when Olivia is back home and safe." Phoebe said while handing Amanda a cup of coffee.

"What do we know?" The blonde asked again.

"Wheatley owns three storage units, in addition to Liv's apartment and his house, we've sent out cars to every location." Elliot pointed at the screen where he had just pulled up a list of addresses.

"Anything connecting him to Olivia?"

"I've been looking into him for months now and nothing. I would've told you if I had."

Amanda ignored the way his voice sounded agitated and annoyed.

"The car he was driving?"

"Sent out a BOLO, but we couldn't read the license plate from the security footage. And I doubt he's stupid enough to drive one of the cars registered in his name."

"So you're telling me we have nothing?" The blonde detective said with tears in her eyes and her arms thrown out.

"Amanda..." Carisi put a hand on her shoulder and she recoiled from the touch.

"Don't. Just... don't."

"I'm just... maybe you're too close to this."

"STOP!"

The entire squad room fell silent.

"Are we gonna waste time talking about how I shouldn't be working this because we're together? Or are we gonna work like hell to find her?"

They stared at her for a short moment before they shared a few looks around the table.

"Let's go back to what we know." Elliot said, somewhat successful at breaking up the tension.

"Olivia's car, the picture of her and me on her fridge, the murders of Serena and Joseph and then the postcard."

"And Kathy." Fin said, casting a glance over to where Elliot was sitting.

If Elliot had any reaction to the mention of his wife, he didn't show it. "Somehow he knew about her parents. Olivia was really private about that, so who did he talk to? How did he find out?"

"And how did he know about Oregon? Wasn't she undercover for the feds?" Fin added.

Amanda was already on edge, and all these questions without any logical answers made her squirm in her chair.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that memory out of her head.

"Say 'goodnight aunty Amanda'."

"Night Manda." The little boy whispered.

When Olivia returned to the living room after getting Noah to bed, she pushed the footstool over to where Amanda was sitting. "Feet up."

"Do I look that uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, you kinda do."

"Everyone's always talking about how magical pregnancy is." Amanda said before groaning a little as she lifted her legs. "Lemme tell ya, there's nothing magical about being constantly bloated while someone's kicking your bladder."

Olivia snickered as she slumped down on the couch next to the blonde.

"You're eight months pregnant, Amanda. I don't think you're supposed to be comfortable at this point."

"Maybe not."

"But I'm guessing you didn't call me just to talk about being bloated?"

Amanda bit her lip then. She had wanted to talk to Olivia outside the squad room for a while now, but she had chickened out every time. Until tonight.

"I didn't. But I'm feeling a little stupid now. And you already have so much going on."

"Hey, I'm here. And I'm all yours."

They shared a short look before Amanda went back to looking at her big belly where her hands were resting.

"I'm scared, Liv."

"About becoming a mom?"

Amanda nodded. "How did you know? That you could do it?"

"I always wanted kids. I never thought it would happen like this, but I'm glad that it did. I just knew that I wanted to be a mom. Which I guess is kinda weird, considering the mom I had."

"You never really talk about her. Was your relationship complicated?"

Amanda could see that Olivia clenched her teeth and that her hands had started to fidget. She mostly did that when she was stressed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to pry."

"It's fine. I'm just... Like you said, it was complicated." The brunette said as she pulled her feet up, before taking a deep breath. "My mom was raped. And had me."

"Oh my god, Liv, I'm so sorry."

Honestly it was a weird thing to say. Sorry you were born? But it was still the only thing she could think of to say in that moment.

"I've dealt with it, tried to deal with it, for most of my life. But it's still a little hard to talk about."

"Do you know what happened?"

Olivia told her the story then, all the way from her mother's rape to when she died. Leaving out a few things she just wasn't ready to talk about yet.

"Did you ever worry you would become your mother?" Amanda asked.

"Is that what you're worried about?"

"Sometimes."

"Can I ask who the father is? You said it wasn't Nick, so I've been wondering-"

"If it's Fin's?"

They both burst out laughing then.

"No, no, it's not Nick's and it's not Fin's." Amanda chuckled.

"So?"

"Nope. I'm gonna tell you when I tell you."

"Fine. I won't push it." Olivia said with her eyebrow crooked. "But you, Amanda Rollins, will be pushing soon and you will be an amazing mother."

The brunette placed her hand on Amanda's belly and smiled.

"And you won't be alone."

"Amanda?"

"Hm?"

"You here?" Fin asked.

Amanda looked around the room. She found worried eyes everywhere.

"At least go change, you're shivering."

She stared down at herself. Her short, black dress from the night before had been replaced by a not so short black dress for the wedding.

Because Olivia loved her in black dresses.

Suddenly she felt sick looking at it. Like she was attending a funeral.

Her funeral.

"Fine."

Olivia stared at the screen behind him.

10:36.

It felt like she had been in this room with him for days, and yet the minutes on the timer went by so fast.

"You've had quite an interesting life, Olivia. You've survived a lot."

I won't survive this.

"But you won't survive this."

He got up from the chair then and she flinched again, hating herself for how she felt completely powerless to control her reflexes.

"I don't know, I'm on a pretty good streak." She said, sounding a lot more confident than she actually was.

"True. I mean, that streak of yours go way back. Sealview comes to mind."

What the fuck.

"How do you know about that?"

"I know a lot of things, Olivia."

He had his back turned and it sounded like he was flipping through papers or something.

Suddenly a picture of Amanda landed on the floor right in front of her feet.

Olivia felt tears instantly well up in her eyes.

"Now this, this is a complicated love story." He said with a sympathetic smile as he looked from the picture to Olivia.

"Don't talk about her."

"Why? Is it too painful? Because of what happened last night?"

Last night. How?

"Yeah, I was standing outside your door, listening." He looked at her with amusement when her eyes widened with shock. "It was pretty intense."

"You said you were gonna tell me a story." She said through gritted teeth, sick and tired of his games.

"It's all part of it. I told you not to be impatient."

And then, another picture landed in front of her.

Her mother.

Amanda was looking at herself in the mirror when there was a careful knock at the door.

"Come in." She said with a husky voice while wiping away her tears.

"How you doing?" Phoebe asked.

"Been better."

"I can't even imagine what you're going through."

"God, this is such a mess. I'm so sorry about the wedding."

"Hey, we got married, didn't we? Like I said, we'll celebrate when Olivia comes home."

"If she comes home." Amanda whispered.

"Don't say that. She's a survivor, you of all people know that."

"How much can she survive, though?"

The two women looked at each other for a short moment before the blonde shook her head.

"I don't... I know, I know she's strong." She gripped the edge of the sink and lowered her head. "I'm just so scared." Her last words were followed by a loud sob and in the next second she found herself wrapped in Phoebe's arms.

Olivia stared at the picture of her mother. It was one of her own, one she had kept but never framed, hidden away in some box somewhere filled with old memories.

"You were in my apartment." She said, more as a statement than a question.

"I was. Nice place. Cute kid."

"Don't."

"Don't what? Talk about Noah? You're really overprotective, aren't you? Not like your mother was."

"How did you know my mother?"

He grinned at her then and it made her sick to her stomach. She looked away abruptly and in her pursuit of finding something else to lock her eyes on, she caught a glimpse of the timer.

09:22. 09:21.

"The story, Olivia. It's all coming together. You see, your mother and my mother, my biological mother that is, had something in common. Or should I say someone."

He let another picture fall to the ground. This time it was a face she hadn't seen in a long time.

Joseph Hollister.

"Do you get it now?"

He had known about her for years.

Her mother.

Joe.

He had known about her for years.

She stared at him again and then she saw it. The vague and suddenly sickening resemblance.

"You're my brother." She whispered.

He gave a slow applause while staring back at her. "Ding, ding, ding, little sister."

A/N: Surprise…?