After the weird incident that morning, Olivia was relieved when the rest of the day went relatively normal from there. As normal as a day catching criminals goes. So as she filled out her last piece of paperwork, Olivia dropped her pen and sighed in relief. She settled back in her chair, eyes closed, when she heard Elliot's voice.
"Hey. Need a ride home?"
Olivia opened her eyes and shook her head. "No, Elliot. That's okay, but thanks."
"Are you sure? It's not very safe out there at night."
Olivia smiled up at him sarcastically. "Don't worry, I'm a big girl now. With a gun. I can take care of myself."
"All right then. I'll see you tomorrow." Elliot waved as he turned to leave. Olivia watched him go, her stomach churning, and she wondered if she should've accepted that ride.
"G'night, Olivia," Cragen passed by her desk. Olivia barely nodded. She was deep in thought, curiously pondering what had happened that morning.
Cragen turned when she didn't answer. He watched her serious frown for a moment before asking, "Is everything okay?"
"Huh?" Olivia forced herself out of her daze. "Oh yeah. Sure, I'm fine."
"Because if you're not, I can take five minutes to talk," He said, sitting on the corner of her desk.
Olivia folded her hands under her chin and stared at the smooth wood surface of her desk. "Today I had a little… déjà vu I guess you could say, but it's like… these words came to my head and I don't know what they mean. But I feel like I should. Ever feel like that?"
"Um… no, I can't say that I have…" Cragen watched her disappointed face. "I don't know how much I can help you there. The only thing that I can tell you is that you should follow your instincts. If it's something that really bothers you, follow up on it. It'll make you feel better to find out what it's all about."
Olivia nodded. His words made sense, she just wasn't sure how well they'd work for her. "Thanks Captain."
Cragen nodded. He shot her one last worried glance. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye." Olivia sat at her desk for several minutes. The room was nearly empty and the hallway was dark. She decided to leave before she was the last one there.
As soon as she left the building and stepped out onto the street, an overwhelming feeling that someone was watching her swept over. She looked around suspiciously, but saw nobody. She shook her head and cleared her throat.
*Stop scaring yourself,* She scolded.
Olivia hadn't gone all of two blocks when she heard the footsteps behind her. She sped up and heard as the footsteps followed her every move. She slowly reached for her gun, but before she could grasp it, someone stepped in front of her from a dark alley.
Olivia gasped as the man grabbed her arms and held them tight. It was the same man who had been watching her that morning. The person who was following her grabbed her gun and pressed it to her head. The two unknown people led her into the alley.
*Oh God, please help me,* She begged for mercy, unsure of what was going to happen.
After walking several feet into the alley, the man and the other person stopped. The other person stepped out from behind Olivia and she could see that it was a younger man. She tried to move her hands but her wrists were tied together with a sharp cord.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?" Olivia asked, struggling to free herself and to keep the fear out of her voice.
"You mustn't play dumb, Katarina," The older man said in the same creepy voice she had heard that morning. "We've been following you for years. We know who you are."
"Katarina? I don't know who you're looking for, but I'm not Katarina," Olivia's voice was finally beginning to shake.
"Really now? Scottsdale, Arizona? Does that mean anything to you?" The younger man asked coldly.
Olivia frowned. *Scottsdale. Katarina. Montgomery.* Her thoughts floated back to her.
"N-No," She stuttered, lying pathetically.
"The murder. We know you saw it. You and your mother Yvonne. You saw the murder. Then you ran to the cops and they protected you. They changed your name. They moved you up here to New York. For thirty years, my son and I have been trying to track you down.
"I'm going to be frank here, Ms. Montgomery," the elderly man continued. *Montgomery?* Olivia thought to herself, horrified.
"Our boss wants you. You know something and we can't let you live while it's in your head..."
As Olivia felt the chills rippling through her body, a blinding flash of light and a familiar voice yelling suddenly burst through the thick atmosphere. "Freeze! Police! Let her go!"
*Elliot?* She thought to herself, partially confused, partially thankful for his presence.
The two men didn't hesitate. They took off down the alley. Elliot ran after the two men. Fin, who was also with Elliot, his gun also drawn, raced to Olivia and untied her hands. She was shaking almost violently.
"Olivia? You all right?" He asked as he loosened the cord.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine."
Elliot jogged back over to the two of them, sounding and looking out of breath. "They split up. I couldn't catch them. Are you okay, Liv? Did they hurt you?"
"No," She said, but she wasn't so sure about it. Maybe this whole thing was just a brainwash. They were trying to scare her into thinking she was Katarina Montgomery from Scottsdale, Arizona. Or maybe they really did think that she was Katarina.
"How did you find me?" Olivia asked, beginning to calm herself down as Fin and Elliot led her to Elliot's car, which was waiting at the end of the alley.
"I got a bad feeling, so I turned around. I saw those guys drag you into the alley. Fin was following behind," Elliot said.
"Yeah, I was leaving the precinct when you were and I saw that guy following you, so I followed him. I wasn't sure if he was armed or not, so I just waited until he did something. Elliot showed up right when they brought you into the alley. We had to wait a minute when we saw that they had your gun."
"I guess being a big girl with a gun doesn't mean you're always safe," Elliot said. It sounded like one of the biggest ironies Olivia had heard, but his voice was dead serious.
"Common, let's get you back to the station. We can take your statement and get a sketch artist in there," Fin said. Elliot put a hand on Olivia's shoulder and led her to his car.
*I don't know who Katarina Montgomery is. And I'm not her,* Olivia tried desperately to convince herself, but she still wasn't so sure.
"Hey. Need a ride home?"
Olivia opened her eyes and shook her head. "No, Elliot. That's okay, but thanks."
"Are you sure? It's not very safe out there at night."
Olivia smiled up at him sarcastically. "Don't worry, I'm a big girl now. With a gun. I can take care of myself."
"All right then. I'll see you tomorrow." Elliot waved as he turned to leave. Olivia watched him go, her stomach churning, and she wondered if she should've accepted that ride.
"G'night, Olivia," Cragen passed by her desk. Olivia barely nodded. She was deep in thought, curiously pondering what had happened that morning.
Cragen turned when she didn't answer. He watched her serious frown for a moment before asking, "Is everything okay?"
"Huh?" Olivia forced herself out of her daze. "Oh yeah. Sure, I'm fine."
"Because if you're not, I can take five minutes to talk," He said, sitting on the corner of her desk.
Olivia folded her hands under her chin and stared at the smooth wood surface of her desk. "Today I had a little… déjà vu I guess you could say, but it's like… these words came to my head and I don't know what they mean. But I feel like I should. Ever feel like that?"
"Um… no, I can't say that I have…" Cragen watched her disappointed face. "I don't know how much I can help you there. The only thing that I can tell you is that you should follow your instincts. If it's something that really bothers you, follow up on it. It'll make you feel better to find out what it's all about."
Olivia nodded. His words made sense, she just wasn't sure how well they'd work for her. "Thanks Captain."
Cragen nodded. He shot her one last worried glance. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye." Olivia sat at her desk for several minutes. The room was nearly empty and the hallway was dark. She decided to leave before she was the last one there.
As soon as she left the building and stepped out onto the street, an overwhelming feeling that someone was watching her swept over. She looked around suspiciously, but saw nobody. She shook her head and cleared her throat.
*Stop scaring yourself,* She scolded.
Olivia hadn't gone all of two blocks when she heard the footsteps behind her. She sped up and heard as the footsteps followed her every move. She slowly reached for her gun, but before she could grasp it, someone stepped in front of her from a dark alley.
Olivia gasped as the man grabbed her arms and held them tight. It was the same man who had been watching her that morning. The person who was following her grabbed her gun and pressed it to her head. The two unknown people led her into the alley.
*Oh God, please help me,* She begged for mercy, unsure of what was going to happen.
After walking several feet into the alley, the man and the other person stopped. The other person stepped out from behind Olivia and she could see that it was a younger man. She tried to move her hands but her wrists were tied together with a sharp cord.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?" Olivia asked, struggling to free herself and to keep the fear out of her voice.
"You mustn't play dumb, Katarina," The older man said in the same creepy voice she had heard that morning. "We've been following you for years. We know who you are."
"Katarina? I don't know who you're looking for, but I'm not Katarina," Olivia's voice was finally beginning to shake.
"Really now? Scottsdale, Arizona? Does that mean anything to you?" The younger man asked coldly.
Olivia frowned. *Scottsdale. Katarina. Montgomery.* Her thoughts floated back to her.
"N-No," She stuttered, lying pathetically.
"The murder. We know you saw it. You and your mother Yvonne. You saw the murder. Then you ran to the cops and they protected you. They changed your name. They moved you up here to New York. For thirty years, my son and I have been trying to track you down.
"I'm going to be frank here, Ms. Montgomery," the elderly man continued. *Montgomery?* Olivia thought to herself, horrified.
"Our boss wants you. You know something and we can't let you live while it's in your head..."
As Olivia felt the chills rippling through her body, a blinding flash of light and a familiar voice yelling suddenly burst through the thick atmosphere. "Freeze! Police! Let her go!"
*Elliot?* She thought to herself, partially confused, partially thankful for his presence.
The two men didn't hesitate. They took off down the alley. Elliot ran after the two men. Fin, who was also with Elliot, his gun also drawn, raced to Olivia and untied her hands. She was shaking almost violently.
"Olivia? You all right?" He asked as he loosened the cord.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine."
Elliot jogged back over to the two of them, sounding and looking out of breath. "They split up. I couldn't catch them. Are you okay, Liv? Did they hurt you?"
"No," She said, but she wasn't so sure about it. Maybe this whole thing was just a brainwash. They were trying to scare her into thinking she was Katarina Montgomery from Scottsdale, Arizona. Or maybe they really did think that she was Katarina.
"How did you find me?" Olivia asked, beginning to calm herself down as Fin and Elliot led her to Elliot's car, which was waiting at the end of the alley.
"I got a bad feeling, so I turned around. I saw those guys drag you into the alley. Fin was following behind," Elliot said.
"Yeah, I was leaving the precinct when you were and I saw that guy following you, so I followed him. I wasn't sure if he was armed or not, so I just waited until he did something. Elliot showed up right when they brought you into the alley. We had to wait a minute when we saw that they had your gun."
"I guess being a big girl with a gun doesn't mean you're always safe," Elliot said. It sounded like one of the biggest ironies Olivia had heard, but his voice was dead serious.
"Common, let's get you back to the station. We can take your statement and get a sketch artist in there," Fin said. Elliot put a hand on Olivia's shoulder and led her to his car.
*I don't know who Katarina Montgomery is. And I'm not her,* Olivia tried desperately to convince herself, but she still wasn't so sure.
