All the Pieces Fell into Place

Summary: A case hits a little too close to home as the Stabler's struggle to save one of their own.

A/N: This is the last of my 3 part series. The first was Tradition, and the second was Roses, read those first! I hope to get as much positive feedback on this one as I did from the others!

Chapter 1

It had been four years since Emma Stabler was born. She loved going to work with her parents, on the occasion that they let her tag along with them. The guys at work loved to see her too. They became Uncle Munchy, Uncle Fin, and Uncle Don almost over night.

Since Emma had been born, a lot had changed with Elliot and Olivia's friends. Casey had married the pediatrician Matt, and Alex and her lawyer husband Jordan had a son, Derrick, who was only a few months younger than Emma. Maureen is now 24 and is just finishing up her residency at a local hospital. She's working on getting her MD to become a psychiatrist. Kathleen is 20, and studying to become a journalist. Dickey, now referred to as Rick, and Lizzie are 17, and in their Jr. yearof High School.

The 1-6

"Who's catching?" Cragen called into the bullpen from his office.

"We are." Elliot said looking up from his paper work. He had gotten into the habit of answering for Olivia and himself.

"We got a rape homicide down over on a college campus in queens. I need you two to get over there." He said.

Elliot and Olivia grabbed their coats and headed to the car. Cragen was always left in awe when the two went anywhere. They seemed to move as 1 person, rather than 2.

They arrived at the college campus, and easily found the scene. It was hard to miss with all the yellow police tape, and swarm of college kids crowding around trying to get a glimpse of the victim.

"Excuse me, police, out of the way please." Olivia said over the crowd as she held up her badge, and pushed her way through.

A uniformed officer saw her coming, and held the police tape up so she and Elliot could get under it. "I'm Detective Benson; this is my partner Detective Stabler, where with the Special Victims unit." She explained as she and Elliot arrived at the scene.

"What do we got?" Elliot asked.

"Young girl, maybe 23, by the outfit she has on I'd say she was probably coming home from a club when she was attacked." The officer explained as he led the detectives to the girl's body. "A kid called it in about half and hour ago. He was coming home himself when he found her."

The medical examiner, Melinda Warner, was kneeling over the girl's body when Elliot and Olivia finally got to her. She was a girl of about 23. She had long blonde hair, and was dressed in a green leather mini skirt, tight black sweater, and high black boots.

"Morning detectives." Warner said standing.

"So, you get anything?" Elliot asked.

"Well, it looks like your Vic was coming home from a club when she was attacked. I found vaginal trauma, so I'm positive that she was raped. Perp strangled her when he was done. I can't be positive yet, but the bruise pattern could have been made from a belt." She said, kneeling back over the body, and pointing to the mark on the girls' neck. Elliot followed suit, so that he could get a closer look. "See this mark?" She asked him. "It could have been made from the buckle." She explained pointing to indicate the mark. "I didn't find any seamen, so you're perp probably used a condom. I'll know more after I've examined her further." She finished.

Elliot was too busy listening to Warner to notice that Olivia had become silent as soon as they reached the crime scene. She hadn't taken her eyes off the body, or moved the entire time.

When Warner and Elliot rose back up to their feet she finally broke her trance. "She was drunk." Olivia said flatly, not taking her eyes off the body.

"How do you know that?" Elliot asked.

"I can smell it." She said still staring at the girl.

"We won't know if the smell is coming from her, or if the perp was drunk until we test her blood alcohol level back at the lab." Warner explained to Olivia.

"No, it's from her." Olivia said matter of flatly, right before turning and making a b-line for the police tape.

"Excuse me." Elliot said to Warner and followed behind Olivia.

He finally found her with her head in a near by garbage can.

"You okay?" He asked, concern rising in his voice, as he placed a hand on Olivia's back to let her know he was there.

"I'm fine." She answered coldly, as she jerked her self away from the garbage, and out of Elliot's grasp. She wiped her mouth, and walked away.

"Liv." He called after her.

She stopped when she heard her name, and turned to face him. "Look El, I'm fine. I ate some of that deli turkey in the fridge before we left the house, I guess it was bad." She said trying to explain why she had gotten sick. "We better call Sylvia to let her know, I don't need Emma eating it." She finished trying to change the subject. (Sylvia is Emma's nanny. She looks after her when Elliot and Olivia are working.)

"Okay." Elliot answered, not fully satisfied with her answer. He knew she wasn't being truthful with him, but figured that he better drop it.

Elliot and Olivia returned to the scene to check for any evidence that could tell them who did this.

"I got a wallet." Olivia called from a near by bush. She opened it, and checked the money pocket. "She's got a couple of hundred dollars in here, so it probably wasn't a mugging gone bad." She noted.

"You got an ID?" Elliot asked.

"No, no ID, perp may have taken it." She offered. "I do have a couple of credit cards though. Name on the back says... Bridgett O'Neil." Sheanswered as she held up a credit card to examine it.

"Let's go to the admission's office and find out where Bridgett lives, we're gonna have to inform the family." Elliot said dully, He hated that part of the job.

TBC... lemme know what you think. This chapter was a little dull, but it has to start somewhere. There will be more EO action, and plain action later.