A/N: This story may not be for everyone, it's not my typical story. This one has been in the back of my head for a while. Thank you to elliotcmolivia for the trailer vid, it's so incredible! You can see it on their twitter page. Also thank you to my lovely beta detectiveeo, for always believing in my weird mind and letting me run with these characters in strange places.

The sun had set over the Pacific Ocean three hours ago.

The Pacific.

He'd never even seen this side of the United States, never mind where they were heading. It was eerie to him – the sun had set behind strange mountains and thick trees but there was still light spreading across the coast.

There were no tall buildings to block his view of the sky. No constant sound of cars and people. There weren't even twenty people on the flight with them. Elliot stared out the window as they began to descend over their new home for the next month.

A month.

Fear crept up his spine. A change of scenery was fine. The circumstances were definitely not fine. Three years ago, they had investigated a string of rape and murders. The perp targeted young women, a mix of hair colors, races, and body types. The only thing in common was the way the perp discarded them when they were done. Tape over the mouth, hands behind their backs, clothes shredded. Drowned and washed up on the beach.

The water had washed away any evidence – if there was any in the first place. They had closed in on a couple of suspects but none of them panned out. Before they knew it, the cases grew cold and their perp had seemingly lost interest or stopped altogether. Elliot had never believed either of those scenarios.

People like this never stopped.

It seemed he had been right.

Two days ago, Cragen had pulled Elliot and Olivia into the office.

"You're being sent out of town to assist with a case." Cragen's expression was serious. He passed them both files as Elliot exchanged a confused look with Olivia. There were no open cases that had any ties out of the city.

Olivia opened her file first. "I've never even heard of this city before," she said, flipping through the pages. "You're sending us out of the country, Captain?" She looked at him, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

Don nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. "The District Attorney's Office is very interested in apprehending this individual. You two will assist the Royal Canadian Mounted Police up in Canada since you two worked the original case."

Elliot looked through the folder. Each of the victims' pictures stared back up at him. There would be no comfort in the long days in front of them until they could bring back the suspect to home turf. "How long?"

He knew from how much the man hesitated in his answer that he was being told from higher up that this was the way things would be and he had no choice or say in the matter.

"A month at most."

Only a few lights glimmered over the treetops as the small plane circled towards the airport. His stomach dropped momentarily at the sight of water so close to them as they dropped lower and lower towards their destination. He had breathed the salty air before, but he knew here it would be different. Cleaner. Refreshing.

Maybe that's why their perp decided to move his operation from one of the busiest places in the world to a place that held less than two thousand residents. They would be secluded, kept away from the rest of the world.

The island is different than anything you've experienced, Elliot. He still hears Munch's voice in his head. Of course Munch had visited, between him and Fin they had both visited nearly all the corners of the world. The sun never truly sets there.

Vancouver Island. Off the coast of British Columbia was Canada's hidden gem – a small island with towering mountains, ancient old-growth trees, and a climate as mild as you could get there. It was never too hot or too cold. The sun would shine and in the same hour the rain would pour.

All it does is rain. Take a jacket.

Munch had told him all sorts of facts, showed pictures. None of them were of the specific place they were going to, rather of neighboring cities and more populous areas. He had heard of the place but only knew of how many people flocked there during the summer for surfing and the view of the ocean. There was barely any time over the past 48 hours for him to research where they were heading and he wished there was more time for him to get acquainted with his surroundings. He knew New York pretty well, and his navigation skills had only improved with policing. Now there was no time left for him to see beyond the deep forest and coastal mountains.

Olivia stirred beside him. She had fallen asleep when they had refueled in Portland and after about half an hour, her head lolled to the side and landed on his shoulder. There had been times he had seen her sleeping; in the cribs a few times, once at her place when she had been so sick he stayed to make sure she was settled. Her sleeping on him was uncharted territory. It wasn't as if she had done it on purpose but he had let her stay and rest. From what he could see of her face she looked peaceful. All her defenses were down and she was relaxed.

Slowly he watched her build them back up, her arched brows raising slightly as she drew in a deep breath. She blinked a few times before opening her eyes and returning to her reality. Her head came off of his shoulder and just like that, the contact was gone.

"Sorry," she whispered groggily.

"It's okay," he breathed. "We're almost there."

The air was warmer outside than he had expected.

They had landed and cleared through customs without any issues. There was a driver waiting for them when they got out of the gates, a sign between his hands that read their last names. He had shaggy hair, no uniform; only a nondescript hoodie and jeans. The man didn't speak much – just welcomed them to the country, gave them keys to the place they were staying at and informed them they would meet their counterpart in the morning. Once they were out at the vehicle, he showed his badge but gave no further explanation.

They both sat in the back of the Tahoe silently. Olivia had given him an unsettled look when they got in and gestured towards the driver. He shrugged. They had no weapons in this country, limited powers, only orders to bring this sick bastard home. He knew that here without their own backup, relying on a completely different department and country to back them up would have Olivia just as uneasy as he was. They would have to be completely in control of this situation and more than anything – Elliot was willing to give his life for Olivia's if it came to that.

Did you really expect me to cause your death?

In the dark interior of the car, he glanced over at his partner. There may not be a sniper to save them this time. He inhaled deeply and knew tonight he would pray before bed that they would be safe – that she would be safe.

The drive was relatively short and during this period of near darkness, Elliot couldn't make out any details that stuck out. Their nameless driver pulled off the road and he could see several cottages with numbers on the outside. He stopped outside of a larger unit in the farthest corner of the area they were in. Munch had told him there would probably not be their typical accommodations, but he hadn't expected this.

"This was the most private cabin we could get," The man put the vehicle in park and cut the engine. "We set it up inside the best we could, you'll be working out of here for the majority. This vehicle is for you two to use while you're here." He passed the keys to Elliot and they all got out of the vehicle.

Elliot turned toward their mystery driver. "Do you need a ride?" The man had already begun to walk toward the winding road that led out of the area.

"No," he said as Elliot heard the distinct sound of waves hitting the shoreline. "Got a ride right here." Just as he spoke, another dark SUV came down the road and stopped beside him. He got into the passenger seat and rolled down the window. "Have a good night." Elliot could barely see inside the vehicle, but it was clear it belonged to police; the interior light never turned on when he got in as if they had been modified to only turn on when switched and the windows were heavily tinted.

Once they were inside and situated, Elliot took the room closest to the door while Olivia took the larger bedroom. Between each bedroom was a shared bathroom with a large stand-up shower and soaker tub. He was impressed, he had never been in a place this nice. Quickly, he changed into blue pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. He left the rest of his luggage at the foot of the bed; it would be tomorrow's problem.

The living room was bathed in the warm light from the fireplace and overhead lighting – it was evident that their counterparts had been in the cabin before them. A rolling whiteboard was placed behind the couches and there were a few takeout menus placed on the coffee table in the middle of the room. The kitchen was simple. They would be able to cook and sit down to eat at the dark wood table. It would work for what they were looking to accomplish.

Olivia came into the living space in a long sleeve top that cut into a v right between her breasts. Her legs were bare; only covered by black pajama shorts. Her tanned skin was so smooth his throat became dry. His gaze dragged back up until he saw her dark eyes staring back at him as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Jesus.

"Goodnight, Elliot."

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