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Olivia awoke with a light taping on her face. She pulled her head back, and a sharp pain sprung into her neck from the position she slept in. She turned her head to the large silhouette over her impeding the light. Standing above her was a very excited Robert. She noticed that he was wearing a brown delivery man uniform.

"Olivia" Robert said, smiling with amusement. "You won't believe what happened when I got to your precinct. Everyone was so anxious. I walked right up to your partner in my little delivery guy uniform and he had no idea. He was so wound up in what he was doing he didn't even notice, not that I expected him to recognize me. My heart was pounding! The adrenaline rush was ...awe-inspiring!" He said cackling so loud he exposed his yellow putrefying teeth that sickened Olivia.

She couldn't help but think about how close Elliot had been to him. She knew it wasn't his fault. How could he have known? She wanted to reach up and punch Robert in the face. No, she wanted to rip his face off. No, she wanted what anyone in her position would want right now: His testicles in a food processor.

"How exciting for you." Olivia said, sarcastically drawing back from the stale stench of his breath creeping out from his cackling mouth. She didn't care about the consequences of what she said.

"Well, yes. How exciting for me. The best part was waving at what looked to be your captain. Suspenders, right? With that little bald head?" He laughed. "After I was like 'uh, package for a Mr. Stabler' and he took it, I knew I was home free so I just wanted to make sure they remembered my face from when they watch that tape." He said smiling with enthusiasm. "I just wish I could be there to enjoy it." He said turning around, walking over to a chair that Olivia hadn't noticed before, and sitting down.

"Aw well, I'll get to enjoy it with the rest of New York when that tape is played on the news. Maybe they'll even play it on the national news. But then I'd have to watch out because all those stupid fat, American, Jack-ass, nosey, white people trying to play the hero will be looking out their window shades on the off chance I'm taking a strole in their neighborhood." He sighed. "Gotta' love em!"

"They'll never release that tape to the media." Olivia said, hoping she wasn't about to hear him tell her otherwise.

"I could have sworn I told you I was going to make another copy. Anyways I delivered both tapes and now I can rest and wait for it to be played on the news tomorrow."

Olivia looked up at the ceiling trying to fight back more tears,

"Don't worry Livey... There is a TV upstairs so you can watch it too."

-----Meanwhile back at the precinct------

Elliot frantically shuffled through papers, looking through Olivia's old cases. They narrowed them down to thirty three old cases with men who have held grudges against Olivia and were let out of prison within the last two years. Most, violating their parole, named one of their relative's houses as their place of residence, even though they didn't actually live there.

It was futile. He'd been through all of those paper hundreds of times. Any one of them could have done it and none of them were to be found.

Frustrated Elliot shoved all of the papers on to the floor. Everyone looked up from what they were doing. Captain Cragen walked up behind Elliot and put his arm on his shoulder. Elliot was too lost in thought to turn around. He was running through his mind trying to picture the cold, dark room that Olivia was in right now, crying with a man on top of her. He clenched his jaw and clasped his fists.

"Elliot, I know what your feeling. We're all feeling it. We all want Olivia to be safe. But letting your aggravation get the best of you is not going to help her or you. Now, he's in there." Said Captain Cragen pointing at the scattered folders on the floor, in the same tone he used when he would sit in his office late at night telling Olivia depressing stories about his past. "He's in there and we're going to find him... but not like that. Not with our frustration, and not with our grief, but with the same professionalism and discipline we use to put scum like him away everyday. We'll find her, Elliot. We will." And with that he walked away.

Then he started talking again, but this time to the entire room of detectives who were called in late that night. "No one goes home tonight! And no one goes to the crib without checking with me first. I know you're all tired but this... this is personal."

Everyone nodded, and went back to work; the captain began to talk with Munch.

Fin approached Elliot with a look of anguish on his face, and proceeded to help Elliot pick the files up from off of the floor.

"Hey... I'm sorry. I know how much Olivia meant to you." Elliot wasn't quite sure what he meant. He opened him mouth to ask "wh-"

"As a partner." Fin interrupted. "I just want you to know that were all here for you. Olivia is like family... to all of us." Elliot could sense that Fin was bad at this.

Just then Casey appeared at the door, looked around and preceded towards Elliot.

"Sorry I'm late. Anything new on Olivia's whereabouts?" Elliot shook his head in response.

"Look Elliot I'm sorry I know you and Olivia were close." Elliot opened his mouth to respond to the statement but then just settled on "Thanks."

Fin went back to his desk and continued to work.

Munch then came back from talking with the Captain.

"Hey um... Elliot. You need some help?" Elliot didn't look up at him he just said "Sure."

Munch sat down at Olivia's desk and began looking through manila folders of anger-stricken ex-cons. After several minutes of working and occasional glances from Munch, he finally spoke up.

"Hey Elliot, If you need anything, I'm here. I know you and Olivia were..."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?! I'm sure you want her back safe as much as I do! Now can we please concentrate on finding her?"

"Yeah." Munch said and they proceeded to work for another several minutes, until a delivery man came up to Elliot.

"I'm looking for a Mr. Stabler" Said the man, reading the name of the package.

"That's me." Elliot said curiously, but still with a little grimace.

"I have a package for you." Said the delivery man.

"Alright." He said standing up. "Don't you need me to sign anything?" He said looking around for a pen.

"No, sir. That won't be necessary for one of New York's finest." He said, with a smile.

Elliot tried to smile, but it wouldn't appear on his face. All that was there was the same grimace.

As the delivery man exited the precinct he looked back at the captain and waved with a smile. Elliot looked back at the captain as if to ask 'do you know him?' The Captain shrugged and walked over to Elliot's desk.

When Elliot opened it and revealed a tape on the inside, Casey and Fin approached as well. Taped on the tape was a not that read

"You know, I used the same tape for this note as I did to tape up your partner, Detective."

As they all read it they became shocked and bewildered at the same time.

"We need everyone to get really quiet in here." Said the Captain as they all approached the TV set. Elliot put in the tape and they watched in amazement.

"Is that..." Munch began to ask.

"...The delivery man." Elliot said as tears of guilt crept into his eyes.

A/N: Special thanks to my Beta: Mrs. Rhett Butler who proofread my work. And I would also like to apologize for the wait. More to come soon.