TITLE: Lift Up Your Eyes

AUTHOR: RaeAnne

DISCLAIMER: see chapter one

A/N: Hey all :-) Here is chapter seven! Thank you to those who reviewed!! With Christmas getting so close, I don't know how many chapters I will get up in remaining weeks, and I am sorry that this one is short. Please forgive me and don't give up, I will finish this story! I am so pleased I got the rest figured out… I just have to write it now :-)

Passionsfan83: SVU is one of my favorite shows of all time! I'm glad you've enjoyed my story! Here are the names of all the songs, they are also named in my disclaimers at the start of my story, and some are listed in the first chapter in the main disclaimer if not in the chapters.

Chapter 1: Butterfly by Delta Goodrem

Chapter 4: Stand By Your Side by Celine Dion

Chapter 5: Remember When by Alan Jackson

Chapter 6: Someday by Nickleback

Chapter 7

Lift Up Your Eyes

            "Elliot, let me do this… I need to do this!" Olivia pleaded softly touching his arm. Elliot felt his heart panic, he couldn't lose her, not like this, he needed to tell her so many things; she couldn't put herself at risk like this!

            "I wish you wouldn't," he pleaded. She closed her eyes summoning all the strength she could muster.

            "Let me go…" she said forcing a smile and walked away from him, from the safety of his protective span. "Let me go…" she whispered.

            "We got her on monitor! They are on the move, watch it carefully!" Bailey called from inside the FBI van. Elliot felt his limbs go to rubber as fear froze him.

            "He won't hurt her," Sam assured as a hand rested on Elliot's shoulder. He sent her an icy stare and shrugged her away.

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10 Hours Before

            "Olivia, it's me… I'm sorry for whatever I did tonight… please will you pick up so we can talk?" Elliot pleaded on the answering machine. Olivia curled up on the couch in the cold empty feeling apartment. The answering machine clicked and Elliot desperate voice vacated the room.

            She knew what he was going to say tonight, it was why she left. He couldn't feel anything for her, he just couldn't! He was so messed up from losing his wife, he wasn't thinking straight! I mean look at who am I! She thought heart quickening. The daughter of rap, the unstable passionate detective, the cause of his wife death! Not someone he should even thinking about caring about! She grabbed a nearby pillow and sent it flying into the air as her lungs filled with a silent scream.

            As feathers floated to the floor she glared at the slivers of moonlight that streamed in the windows. She would have to take matters into her own hands. He wanted her… he would have her, not before he lay in a pool of his own blood at her feet, she thought with disdain. The movements of her thoughts flickered from Elliot, to Dawson and a thousand other destinations with lightening speed before stopping on the inevitable.

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            "What are thinking about?" Bailey asked Sam as he entered the nearly dark command center at the hotel.

            "Nothing… it just seems the closer we get to this one the more baffled I get!" she exclaimed turning over the butterfly found at Kathy Stabler's bedside.

            "I thought you got the profile figure out, I mean we are close! Everything is in place!" Bailey said sitting beside her.

            "I know, but it just isn't fitting! The names, the people they don't fit! I mean the profile is nearly flawless, Haung made sure of that, and the evidence validates it, but it doesn't feel right!" she said voice dropping.

            "You are still thinking Jack?" he voiced the fear that no one in the VCTF dare give credence to, in vain hope they could escape it.

            "Yes and no, there is someone obsessing over Olivia, but I believe that he is just the puppet, Jack is the mastermind," she said. Bailey watched his wife carefully taking in every change of expression.

            "But why? Jack's focus was you, what would Jack have to accomplish by manipulating someone to harm a NYPD detective?" he asked not willing to let Jack have credit.

            "Jack has been quiet, I don't know why Olivia, but I do know everything so far as been so contradictive, the violent letters, the voice of love on the walls, the rapes, murders, the violence and the love it would make us think two different people but the mental issues offer the perfect answer! I don't want it to be Jack, you know I don't! But this has to be stopped!" she said setting her stare at the butterfly.

            "I agree, but how to we prove or disprove its Jack?" Bailey said laying his hand on hers.

She looked at him love and fear filling her eyes, "I don't know."

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            Olivia tossed and turned in her bed, a cold sweat made her sticky. She carefully sat pushing her sticky bangs from her forehead. "I've got to get up…" she whispered to herself standing and grabbing her robe. Her heart beat frantically as she felt dizzy sinking to a chair in the living room, "What is happening?" she said warm tears slipping down her cheeks. She felt sick and raced for the bath room as whatever was left in her stomach churned.

            She by the light of small nightlight fell to her knees at the cool toilet. She threw the lid up sending a red rose she hadn't noticed falling to the floor.

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5 Hours Before

            "Sam get up! It's Jack!" Bailey announced waking Sam from a deep sleep. She groggily looked at the clock on the hotel nightstand the numbers reading, it was one in the morning!

            "What do you mean?" she said trying to clear her mind of the thick fog.

            "A guard found a package on the door step. There was a red rose tied to it, they got it going through the police lab, they are going to open it as soon as we get there!" Bailey said tossing her clean pair of pants and shirt from a near by suitcase. She accepted them gratefully; she changed in the bathroom her stomach queasy.

            "What is going on?" Cragen asked as his detectives and FBI filled the small lab downtown.

            "What is the matter Olivia?" Elliot hissed in her ear as they stood shoulder to shoulder crapped in the small room the brown package in the center of the room on a small metal cart.

            "Nothing, I just must have eaten something that didn't agree with me," she lied. He looked her up and down taking in the sweaty face and pale complexion. He wasn't a great cook, he would cop to that, but no one else had been ill, and he doubted she had too much after she left the house.

            "The rose is Jack's trademark; he's left them before…" Sam stated as Bailey ran the knife across the cleared package. The room was silent as he pulled away the box flags.

            "Tissue… a small bottle…note," John narrated from the side.

            Bailey with gloved hands pulled the contents out and placed them on the side.

            "What is in the bottle?" Munch questioned. Eyes fell on the bottle, small in size; no more then four inches tall, dark brown glass with a cork stopper no label.

            "What does the note say?" Grace asked as the simple white folded piece of paper laid beside the bottle.

            "One thing at a time," Bailed said unfolding the paper.

            Dear Sam,

Aw, we meet again, you thought I was gone. I about was, you saw to that. But I am back. I am sure you are baffled by why I am, but I promise all will be revealed in due time. Please forgive the note… I know that is a far cry from my normal style, but oh well. The bottle, you might want to have Olivia drink soon, the sickness will become unbearable soon if not properly treated. Now don't all gasp at once, you knew I was in this from the beginning. You just have to figure out how deep I am. There will be another note soon to clarify what I want. Because I am growing tired of this game you have something I want, a sweet new someone and another someone, but telling you now would waste the surprise. Tell Olivia, I have information on a secret that has plagued her soul for a while. For now love,

            Jack

Bailey ended the note figures white with anger. "What in the hell is that supposed to mean?" Cragen asked all attention falling on Olivia. She shrunk back.

"I got sick about a half hour ago…but…" she said hoarsely.

"What did you have after you left my house?" Elliot demanded fear escalading.

"Hardly anything…I grabbed a cup of coffee from a little stand by my building," she defended.

            "What did the person look like working there?" Sam asked.

            "I wasn't really paying a whole lot of attention, medium build, sandy brown hair… he did have a unique ring though…" she started but was interrupted by Bailey.

            "It had an U on it," Bailey finished and Olivia nodded.

            "Jack!" Sam said. "We've got to get the bottle analyzed and your stomach pumped to figure out what is going on," she said handing the bottle to Grace.

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            "Bailey we need to talk," Sam said softly as she came up to Bailey who sat in the darkened meeting room head in his hands. Most of the group still remained at the hospital where they were waiting on the treatment of Olivia, who was going to be fine, a sever food poisoning, and plain sugar water in the bottle. A scare attempt none the less.

            "What about?" he said voice tense.

            "I should have told you my suspicion soon, I just didn't want to add to the pressure… when I wasn't sure," she began.

            "Listen, you had no idea about Jack…" he replied but wasn't silenced by her shaking her head.

            "That is what I am talking about. You've been asking me if I've felt all right, you thought I've been sick… Bailey I just found out for sure, I had the test when we took Olivia to the hospital…" her voice quivered as he looked at her face emotionless but eyes anxious.

            "What is wrong?" he breathed.

            "Nothing is wrong… at least I don't think so," she smiled biting her lip. "Bailey… I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed. A large smile spread across his face and he with a relieved laugh pulled her into his arms hiding his face in her blond hair.

            "Honey this is wonderful!" he said over and over again. She felt tears sting as fear crept in.

            "Bailey… I am thrilled to carrying our baby…" she started pulling away. "But I'm afraid that… that Jack is after it!" she said a flood gate of fear and anger opening in her.

            "How far along are you? I mean how would he know?" Bailey said not willing to believe it.

            "Six weeks, Bailey we have been trying for a while… Bailey the note said he wanted the sweet new one! Bailey what if he is after our baby?" she pleaded trembling. He couldn't answer her just pulled in again into his arms and whispered his eternal love as he rocked her.

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            Sam,

            Ready for my demands? I want the thing you cherish, yes that little new one… I want; or rather my friend wants Olivia. It is that simple! You will deliver them to me or forever regret it. Your incentive Sam? Chloe, yes, your darling daughter, I am within a word of having her in my hands, Olivia your incentive? Your father. You have hunted him your entire life; I offer not only the name, but the man. Olivia, you will meet me at the enclosed location, I hardly expect you to come alone, but you will make sure that no one interferes, if they do Chloe is insure a life of my choosing, and you will never know your father. Isn't this fun? I'm having fun, until later!

            Jack

P.S. Cupid sends his love.