Disclaimer: Again, I do not own any of the characters, brands name and such. I only own my active imagination, and a whole lot of free time.

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Review is much appreciated, it's my first time attempting at fiction.

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"I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, but though you're still with me, I've been alone all along..."

Evanescence's 'My Immortal' was playing on the radio when Casey got into the car. Immediately Casey's gaze shifted to the woman sitting in the driver's seat. Casey didn't have to ask the detective to know what was running through her mind at that time. 'I'd do anything to ease her pain. Anything,' Casey thought. She knew the only way to stop the pain was to bring Alex back, but that was not possible. Still, it didn't stop her from wanting to try.

They both rode in silence during the short ride to the station, neither sure of what to say. The station was unusually crowded with people at this time of the day, and Olivia glanced around warily.

"Ah, sleeping beauty has so kindly graced us with her presence." Munch teased, ignoring the daggers shooting out of the female detective's eyes. He had just started filling her in on the updates of the case when Cragen walked in.

"Both of you, in my office. *Now*," The captain ordered, walking straight to his office. "Morning, counselor."

Casey nodded. "Captain."

"Munch, what have you got?" Cragen asked after closing the door.

The detective handed a file to Cragen, who passed it along to Olivia after he read the rap sheet.

"Name's Jonathan Hall. Just moved to New York about two years ago. Graduated from Harvard Business magna cum laude. Works in an ad agency downtown. Thirty, single and loaded. No priors, no aliases, but he does have one complaint filed against him by a former colleague of his. A Candice Norton of the Upper East Side." Munch said all in one breath.

Olivia was staring at the file photo of Jonathan.

"Olivia?" Cragen noticed the change on the female detective.

'I know that face,' Olivia thought to herself. "He looks familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before."

Cragen looked at Munch. "Lover boy here is quite the social butterfly. You might've seen him in the society section of the papers. Pretty boy here likes his company tall, smart and a redhead."

Olivia shuddered at the last remark. It was as though he was describing the ADA.

"Is it just me or does it sound like another version of our friend out there?" Cragen tilted his head towards Casey's direction.

"Textbook stalker symptom. He's fixated on the ADA," Munch couldn't resist throwing in his two cents. "Not a bad choice, I might add."

Before Olivia could make a remark, Cragen stood up. "All right then, Benson, talk to the ADA, see if she remembers lover boy. When you're done, you and I will go talk to Miss Norton. Munch, you and Fin *invite* Mr. Hall in for a cup of coffee."

"Speaking of which, where's Fin? Haven't seen him all morning." Munch asked, curious of his partner's whereabouts.

Cragen looked up from the file he was reading. "He'll be in soon."

As soon as the door to Cragen's office opened, Casey darted towards the detectives, eager to find out more about her case. Before she could even ask, Olivia gestured for her to follow to the interview room.

"What's wrong?" Casey was getting impatient. She saw the file in Olivia's hands, and butterflies instantly started fluttering in her stomach. "Any leads so far? Do we know who took those pictures?"

Olivia struggled with her answers. What she had to do next was hard, but she knew it had to be done. She pulled out a photo from the file. "Do you know this man?"

"Jon? Yeah I do. We used to bump into each other at the coffee house on campus when I was still at Harvard. Why?" Casey was confused. "What has Jon got to do with my case?"

"Have you seen him after graduation at all?" Olivia was careful with her words, not wanting to startle the redhead any more than the situation already had.

"Um yeah, he moved here a few months after I did. I helped him get his place at Central Park. He was working at a firm in Long Island before he moved here." Casey noticed the detective fidgeting in her seat.

"What, uh, exactly is the nature of your relationship with Mr. Hall?" Olivia tried to sound professional.

"We're friends. A drink after work sometimes, but nothing more," Casey answered curtly. "Why? You don't possibly think he has anything to do with this, do you?"

Olivia did not want to alarm the ADA. She did not tell her about his prints on the pictures. 'She doesn't need to know,' Olivia thought to herself. "We're just not ruling anyone out."

Casey sat there and watched the detective as she tried to decipher what Olivia was *not* saying. Olivia felt Casey's questioning gaze staring deep into her dark brown eyes. She stood up rather abruptly, startling the ADA.

"I'll call you if we need more information," Olivia panicked. "Thanks for your help, Casey."

Casey was confused. "Olivia?"

"I'm sorry, I need to go. Give me a call if you need me to pick you up from work later."

Without stopping, Olivia walked straight to the bathroom. After splashing her face with cold water, she seemed to have calmed down a little bit. 'Those eyes...' Olivia couldn't stop thinking about them. In Casey's eyes, she saw the same fear she had seen in Alex's, and that was enough to upset the detective. She hesitated to call Elliot, knowing fully well that he will rush back to the city in a heartbeat with a phone call. But she didn't want to dampen his family's vacation. It has been a long while since the whole family had taken a vacation without any disruption. 'Just two more days. Then when Elliot gets back I can fill him in,' she thought to herself.

Back in the interview room, Casey was still trying to understand what had happened. There were so many questions she had wanted to ask Olivia, but the look on Olivia's face had stopped her. It was haunted, almost as though she was scared. She stood there for several moments, trying to decide whether she should go check on the detective.

"Oh shit I'm gonna be late for court!" Casey said out loud, half-running out of the squad room.

When Olivia came back in to the squad room, Munch and Fin were already gone. She couldn't find Casey, and instinct told her the ADA probably was already on her way to court. Olivia grabbed the Candice Norton file and headed towards the parking lot where Cragen was already waiting for her in the car.

"So what's the deal with this former colleague of his?" Cragen asked.

Olivia flipped through the file. "She worked in the same department as Hall. Found tons of photos of her in his drawer one day, confronted him about it. He denied they were his. Quit the next day." Olivia went silent.

"Liv?" Cragen stopped the car in front of Norton's apartment.

"He came here a few months after Casey did," Olivia said. "I don't think he told her about that incident, though."

Cragen got out of the car. "Would you?"

Olivia didn't answer. She knocked on the hardwood door, and came face to face with a splitting image of Casey. She looked at her captain, who nodded in return.

"Miss Candice Norton? NYPD Special Victims Unit. I'm Detective Olivia Benson and this is Captain Donald Cragen. May we speak to you for a moment?"