Elliot banged his fists against the door. "Olivia! Open the door!" He
screamed. People were beginning to gather around, watching him oddly as he
twisted the door handle to the women's restroom as hard as he could to no
avail.
He stopped for a moment, but her sobs were too strong for him to not do anything about it. He stepped back and with one sharp kick, the door swung open.
His eyes instantly fell on Olivia huddled in a corner, hugging her knees and crying hysterically. He fell to her side. "Common, Olivia, common," He murmured softly, coaxing her to her feet. She struggled weakly against him, but eventually gave in.
They walked out of the restroom, Elliot supporting her as they walked to her desk. He shot the crowd that had gathered a quick glare and they quickly dispersed.
He brought Olivia to her desk and helped her sit down. She sobbed and wiped away a few stray tears. "Olivia, what happened?" Elliot asked, squatting down in front of her and taking her hands into his.
She looked down at him painfully. "Katarina Montgomery. Scottsdale, Arizona. Yvonne. Murder," she blubbered.
"What? Liv, you're not making any sense here..."
No sooner had the words left Elliot's mouth than did the dazed look left Olivia's eyes. She blinked and stared at him in confusion. "Huh?"
Elliot just looked into her eyes, worried and unsure of what was happening. "Liv, maybe you should go home and get some rest. We can talk to the sketch artist tomor..."
"I'm here, sorry I'm late!" Anthony Gregory, one of the sketch artists, rushed into the room in a flurry. "Who's the witness?"
Elliot and Olivia looked at each other. "I am," Olivia said softly. Anthony looked over the top of his heavy rimmed glasses at her. "Oh, Detective Benson, I remember you. It was that one case with the little girl who went missing a couple months ago."
Olivia nodded, not really interested. "Can we just get this over with?"
Anthony nodded. "Sure. Do we have a place to go?"
Elliot stood up and led them into the interrogation room. At least it would be quiet.
"So why didn't you just use one of your own sketch artists instead of calling in one from another department?" Anthony asked Olivia, sharpening his pencil. Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. Can we just cut the crap and do this?"
Anthony made a face. "Uh, sure," He replied, setting the large paper pad on the table. "So, tell me about these guys."
Elliot and Cragen watched from the other end of the two-way mirror as Olivia, bored to death, described in vague detail the first man she had seen. "She needs to get with it, Elliot," Cragen said to him. "We can't just go with hair and eye color here."
"I know, but... Captain, I need to talk to you about something," Elliot turned his back on the window and sighed.
Cragen watched him thoughtfully. "What's wrong?"
"Olivia was in the bathroom. She was on the floor, freaking out. I heard her saying something about Katarina Montgomery. That was the name the guy called her this morning..."
"Wait, what guy?"
"The one Olivia's talking about," Elliot looked over his shoulder at Olivia. "I was driving her to work this morning and we stopped at a red light. The older guy Olivia's talking about what staring at her. I rolled down the window and told him to quit staring, because it was really starting to scare her. He said something like, 'we're watching you Katarina' as we drove away. And then she said some weird things, something about Scottsdale and then Montgomery. Then I hear her talking about Katarina Montgomery and..."
Cragen nodded. "Well, this just went from weird to weirder."
Elliot nodded. "Yeah. I know."
"Well, when she gets done with the sketch artist, have her go to the crib and get some sleep. I'd send her home but with these maniacs on the loose tonight I don't think she's safe to do so."
Once Olivia was done with the sketch artist and asleep in the crib, Elliot, Fin, Munch and Cragen got to work investigating the mystery men and their boss, along with Yvonne and Katarina Montgomery.
Hours and hours passed and soon, it was seven AM. With all four men exhausted and at a dead end, it was a relief when Munch came up with something.
"Think I got something on our mystery girl and her mom. But I don't think it's an answer any of you want to hear," he announced, eyeing the other detectives cautiously.
Elliot and Fin hurried to Munch's desk and searched the computer screen. "What is it?" Elliot asked.
"Yvonne and Katarina Montgomery are recorded as deceased in the Scottsdale records," Munch said. Cragen stopped him. "I hope you called and got the city's approval before you went searching through their files," He said warningly. Munch made a slight face. "Yes, I did. Don't worry."
"Okay, so then that means Olivia isn't Katarina Montgomery," Elliot said. Munch shook his head. "I'm not finished." He opened another window and up popped the NYC files.
"I also did some checking on Olivia and her mom here in New York. I found the first file on them when Olivia was four."
"Why aren't there any files for either of them before then?" Fin asked. Munch opened the other window again. "I'm still not finished. I checked the dates on the death records for Yvonne and Katarina and the birth records for Serena and Olivia. The birth record was first inserted into the database the same day that Yvonne and Katarina's death certificates were inserted."
The men were silent. Elliot was the first to speak. "So... why weren't Olivia and her mom's birth records in there before then?"
"I called around to see if I could find out. Said it was for an investigation. Scottsdale put me through to the FBI up here. They said that Yvonne and Katarina Montgomery were put under the WPP as Serena and Olivia Benson."
"What?"
The four men turned at the sound of Olivia's voice. Her face displayed a look of horror. Elliot stepped forward. "Olivia..."
"So everything that I thought I was... is a lie?" Her brown eyes dropped to the floor and searched it frantically as if looking for answers.
"Olivia, they put you in the witness protection program because you and your mom saw a murder," Munch said. "The men that are after you killed someone."
Olivia gave him a timid glance. "Who?"
"Your father."
He stopped for a moment, but her sobs were too strong for him to not do anything about it. He stepped back and with one sharp kick, the door swung open.
His eyes instantly fell on Olivia huddled in a corner, hugging her knees and crying hysterically. He fell to her side. "Common, Olivia, common," He murmured softly, coaxing her to her feet. She struggled weakly against him, but eventually gave in.
They walked out of the restroom, Elliot supporting her as they walked to her desk. He shot the crowd that had gathered a quick glare and they quickly dispersed.
He brought Olivia to her desk and helped her sit down. She sobbed and wiped away a few stray tears. "Olivia, what happened?" Elliot asked, squatting down in front of her and taking her hands into his.
She looked down at him painfully. "Katarina Montgomery. Scottsdale, Arizona. Yvonne. Murder," she blubbered.
"What? Liv, you're not making any sense here..."
No sooner had the words left Elliot's mouth than did the dazed look left Olivia's eyes. She blinked and stared at him in confusion. "Huh?"
Elliot just looked into her eyes, worried and unsure of what was happening. "Liv, maybe you should go home and get some rest. We can talk to the sketch artist tomor..."
"I'm here, sorry I'm late!" Anthony Gregory, one of the sketch artists, rushed into the room in a flurry. "Who's the witness?"
Elliot and Olivia looked at each other. "I am," Olivia said softly. Anthony looked over the top of his heavy rimmed glasses at her. "Oh, Detective Benson, I remember you. It was that one case with the little girl who went missing a couple months ago."
Olivia nodded, not really interested. "Can we just get this over with?"
Anthony nodded. "Sure. Do we have a place to go?"
Elliot stood up and led them into the interrogation room. At least it would be quiet.
"So why didn't you just use one of your own sketch artists instead of calling in one from another department?" Anthony asked Olivia, sharpening his pencil. Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. Can we just cut the crap and do this?"
Anthony made a face. "Uh, sure," He replied, setting the large paper pad on the table. "So, tell me about these guys."
Elliot and Cragen watched from the other end of the two-way mirror as Olivia, bored to death, described in vague detail the first man she had seen. "She needs to get with it, Elliot," Cragen said to him. "We can't just go with hair and eye color here."
"I know, but... Captain, I need to talk to you about something," Elliot turned his back on the window and sighed.
Cragen watched him thoughtfully. "What's wrong?"
"Olivia was in the bathroom. She was on the floor, freaking out. I heard her saying something about Katarina Montgomery. That was the name the guy called her this morning..."
"Wait, what guy?"
"The one Olivia's talking about," Elliot looked over his shoulder at Olivia. "I was driving her to work this morning and we stopped at a red light. The older guy Olivia's talking about what staring at her. I rolled down the window and told him to quit staring, because it was really starting to scare her. He said something like, 'we're watching you Katarina' as we drove away. And then she said some weird things, something about Scottsdale and then Montgomery. Then I hear her talking about Katarina Montgomery and..."
Cragen nodded. "Well, this just went from weird to weirder."
Elliot nodded. "Yeah. I know."
"Well, when she gets done with the sketch artist, have her go to the crib and get some sleep. I'd send her home but with these maniacs on the loose tonight I don't think she's safe to do so."
Once Olivia was done with the sketch artist and asleep in the crib, Elliot, Fin, Munch and Cragen got to work investigating the mystery men and their boss, along with Yvonne and Katarina Montgomery.
Hours and hours passed and soon, it was seven AM. With all four men exhausted and at a dead end, it was a relief when Munch came up with something.
"Think I got something on our mystery girl and her mom. But I don't think it's an answer any of you want to hear," he announced, eyeing the other detectives cautiously.
Elliot and Fin hurried to Munch's desk and searched the computer screen. "What is it?" Elliot asked.
"Yvonne and Katarina Montgomery are recorded as deceased in the Scottsdale records," Munch said. Cragen stopped him. "I hope you called and got the city's approval before you went searching through their files," He said warningly. Munch made a slight face. "Yes, I did. Don't worry."
"Okay, so then that means Olivia isn't Katarina Montgomery," Elliot said. Munch shook his head. "I'm not finished." He opened another window and up popped the NYC files.
"I also did some checking on Olivia and her mom here in New York. I found the first file on them when Olivia was four."
"Why aren't there any files for either of them before then?" Fin asked. Munch opened the other window again. "I'm still not finished. I checked the dates on the death records for Yvonne and Katarina and the birth records for Serena and Olivia. The birth record was first inserted into the database the same day that Yvonne and Katarina's death certificates were inserted."
The men were silent. Elliot was the first to speak. "So... why weren't Olivia and her mom's birth records in there before then?"
"I called around to see if I could find out. Said it was for an investigation. Scottsdale put me through to the FBI up here. They said that Yvonne and Katarina Montgomery were put under the WPP as Serena and Olivia Benson."
"What?"
The four men turned at the sound of Olivia's voice. Her face displayed a look of horror. Elliot stepped forward. "Olivia..."
"So everything that I thought I was... is a lie?" Her brown eyes dropped to the floor and searched it frantically as if looking for answers.
"Olivia, they put you in the witness protection program because you and your mom saw a murder," Munch said. "The men that are after you killed someone."
Olivia gave him a timid glance. "Who?"
"Your father."
