A/N: Well I got over my writer's block way faster than I thought I would! A new chapter nice and quick for you! Hope you enjoy this chapter, it's one of my favorites- lots of action and some good fluff (which is STRONG PG-13)! And thanks for the info on Alex, I am so excited!

Disclaimer: I own the plot, ha! But I still don't own SVU.

Reagan scrambled to her feet, hurrying to shove the paper inside her coat. Her breath was quick and she glanced around, trying to find anything she could to use as a weapon in self defense. When the door opened she nearly fainted from relief. "Olivia!"

Olivia looked at her in surprise. "Are you okay?"

Reagan started to nod, but then seemed to think better of it. "No. I had a bad feeling about this Alfonso guy. So after I fired him I padlocked his apartment. He left so fast he didn't take any of his stuff. Devon had been gone for a week when I heard the alarms going off in the barn, a day after he left. I have some high priced horses in here, including a stallion worth over two hundred grand. So I got my gun and went out. Someone had broken through the stable office door. It's solid metal with a dead bolt and no windows. So I knew they probably had some serious equipment, which doesn't really sound like the Alfonso I know. But I went in anyways. And this is the strangest part- I have a laptop, copier, digital camera, palm pilot, and all sorts of expensive electronics in that room, no of which were touched. When I got into the hall I could hear someone moving and shouted for them to freeze. Immediately they sprinted down the aisle and out the door. I flipped on the lights, and found bolt cutters lying on the floor, the padlock halfway cut off. And I just found this, I can't imagine anything else they would have wanted to get a hold of again."

She pulled the paper from inside her coat and held it out to Olivia, who took it and slowly read it over. It was an e-mail.

Devon Masters is an ex-FBI agent with one hell of a trophy wife. Get a job working at her stable, so that way I can communicate with you faster when I get Olivia Benson. Now, be sure to maintain caution around Masters. He doesn't hesitate in killing anyone who threatens him or his family- and we must make sure he doesn't befriend Benson. I know he's in Denver right now so we are treading on thin ice. I told Hunt to be careful what he did to the bitch, Masters will notice if he smacks her around to much. Alfonso, I expect you to pull this off for me. You must keep Masters and his wife out of the picture. I don't need to have to murder more people than I already have. Murder investigations make it difficult for me to operate around. I just want Olivia back, that's it.

After that followed the Masters' address and a brief summary of how to find them.

Olivia set her jaw in anger. What the hell was going on?

"I'm sorry." Reagan said, her eyes watering.

"It's not your fault!" Olivia exclaimed, giving the young woman a gentle hug. Reagan slowly nodded, wiping her eyes. Olivia folded the e-mail and slipped it into her pocket. "Come on. I should probably show this too your husband."

Devon was just hanging up his phone when he saw his wife and Olivia walk in, both looking rather upset. "What's up?" he questioned, standing and hurrying over to them.

Handing him the e-mail Olivia looked down as one of the twins crawled over to her, grabbing holding of her leg. She smiled as Jonathan looked up at her and extended her arm down to him. He seized her index finger and came to a shaky stand, eagerly nibbling on her wrist. Devon meanwhile had read over the e-mail and was in deep thought. "Well, I am not exactly sure what to do about this. But in the mean time, Olivia, you need to come on a ride with me."

Olivia nodded and hurried off to change into her warmer clothes. Devon then turned to his wife. "I need some time to figure this out. So you stay in the house. Lock all the doors. Don't leave."

"I don't understand what there is to not get about it," exclaimed Reagan, "It's obvious someone wants to kill her and doesn't want us in the way."

"See that's where the problem is- us. Think about it. Why would they only really be concerned about us? There were tons of people at those clubs in Denver that could have potentially helped her. Whoever wrote this didn't care about them."

"Maybe because you were FBI and are a lot more dangerous than any of the others?" Reagan offered, but she looked unsure.

"Maybe." Devon answered flatly, turning as Olivia walked back out.

They headed out into the cold and cloudy mountain air. Olivia immediately went to the snowmobile she had ridden in, laying an affectionate hand on its nose. "Where are we going?" Olivia questioned.

"You will see. I just got a call." Devon answered evasively as he started his machine. Olivia slipped her helmet over her head, clipped the jaw strap and then starting her own snowmobile. In no time she was following him out a slightly different way than they had come. This way they followed the woods closer, rather than staying in the wide meadows.

Suddenly Devon began to slow, smoke coming out in greater amounts from his machine. Olivia rode up beside him as he came to a shuddering halt. Devon slammed his fist against the kill switch for the engine, and Olivia followed suit. "What happened?" she questioned.

"I don't know. I think my sparkplugs must have gone out. It will take a while to change them." he answered, pulling up the engine cover. Then he turned back to her. "Look, just follow along the woods trail okay? I will catch up."

"What? When do I stop?"

"You'll know when to stop, believe me. Just keep going. It will probably take you at least fifteen minutes." Devon told her, and then added, "By the way, there's a gun in the back of your machine, so just in case… you have one."

Olivia nodded and started up the engine again, jetting off down the trail. Devon went back about working on the engine. He pulled the sparkplugs out, examining them carefully. Nothing was wrong with them. That was odd. Then he put them back in and checked some of his lines. His eyes widened. Someone had snipped both the oil and gas connections, effectively destroying the engine. He turned and seized his gun out of the seat storage on it and began running back to the house. He would have to get a horse and go after her. Devon hoped that the others would find her before whatever crazy man was after her.

Olivia had been going about fifteen minutes when she noticed a sort of fork in the trail. She stopped, examining it. One trail continued along the woods, the other went into it. She sighed in frustration; she had thought Devon would have told her about this. Cutting the engine Olivia climbed off the snowmobile and decided to explore the path through the woods on foot briefly, though she was almost positive that she ought to continue down the one that was along the outskirts. After hesitating for a brief moment she dug into the back pocket of the snowmobile, and sure enough found a forty-five hidden amongst the snowmobile maintenance equipment. She pulled it out, not quite sure why she felt the need to carry it. Checking the clip, she found it full and clicked it back into the gun.

She had walked for about five minutes when the path became very twisted and overgrown, with fallen trees everywhere. Olivia paused to catch her breath. She was still out of shape and was getting pretty sore from the exertion of hiking. The forest was quite still and shadows danced quietly across the sparkling snow. It was not a sparse forest, but a thick one, filled with closely clumped pine trees, fallen logs, stumps, thick bushes, and large stones. Olivia sighed and sat down. Now at least she knew to follow the other trail. She gently rubbed her thumb across the textured grip of the forty-five, noting how well taken care of it was.

A twig snapped. Olivia jumped, instantly on alert. After a second she was about to dismiss it as an animal when a larger shadow passed on the ground in front of her. Instantly on her feet with her gun in her hand she turned. Standing less then twenty feet away was a man, looking at her with sick interest. Then just as quickly he slipped out of sight in a clump of trees. Olivia kept her gun leveled, her heart pounding against her chest. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she heard footsteps behind her.

She spun around, her finger already on the trigger. But no one was there. Olivia carefully checked around her and the sprinted back the way she had come, vigilantly running in a zigzag pattern. She ran for a while, then slowed and glanced around her again. From her right she could her the squishing of snow as it was stepped on, pausing moments after she stopped running. Olivia's throat was very dry and she gulped, backing up slowly. In the distance she could see her snowmobile. She knew she had to get to it. No one could catch her on a snowmobile.

"Olivia…" the voice was a quiet hiss, and her hands shook on the grip on the gun.

Wasting not another moment she took off in a run again, leaping fallen logs as she went. A shot rang out just behind her, ricocheting off a tree. She was so startled she tripped over a stone and fell. Luckily the snow braced her fall and she was able to scramble to her feet quickly. Firing once with her gun into the forest she then turned and raced to the snowmobile, very close now.

Olivia slid around the side of it, reaching out to grab the yoke. But it wasn't there. She looked around and saw the string attached to the handle part was cut, lying on the ground nearby. Her heartbeat sped up and was so loud that she could hardly hear anything else. The yoke was the only way to start it. She had to find a way to hotwire it.

Her fingers fumbled over the engine covers latches and she glanced at the inside. Frantically she searched for a way to hotwire it, but nothing presented itself. Olivia tore off her gloves, reaching down inside in the engine, trying to pull out some useful wires. Suddenly a pair of hands closed about her waist. She barely contained a scream, withdrawing her hands quickly. But one caught on a piece of metal and she felt a burning pain as she yanked it out, blood pouring across the top of her hand. Spinning around she reached frantically for her gun, but they grabbed her wrists.

"Olivia!"

She froze, looking closer at their face. "Elliot!" she screamed, throwing her arms around his neck, bursting instantly into tears.

Elliot stroked her hair, kissing her temple gently as she sobbed against his shoulder. "What's the matter?" he questioned gently, holding her to him protectively.

"There's someone in the woods. They know my name…" she murmured into his chest. After a second she looked up and saw a cute looking spotted horse standing behind him. "I like the ride!"

Elliot smirked and said, "I thought you would. Horses increase my sexiness level."

Olivia rolled her eyes and slowly let go of him, confusion setting in. "What are… how did you get here?"

Elliot didn't appear to be paying much attention anymore and said, "Liv… I will explain it later. Come on!"

She turned and saw briefly a man slipping through the woods. Elliot seized her hand and dragged her over to his horse. He quickly jumped on, then leaned over and picked her up, setting her gently on behind him. "Hold on!" he told her, kicking the horses sides. It instantly sprang to life, galloping off through the snow.

If the situation hadn't been so frightening Olivia would have enjoyed herself- holding on to the waist of the man she loved as they rode double back across the pristine Rocky Mountains. But as it was she couldn't wish for anything but for the horse to go faster. Elliot was a good rider, skillfully steering the horse across the path at such a high speed. Up ahead Olivia caught sight of another rider, coming at them at a sprint. Elliot pulled back on the reins of their exhausted horse, slowing it to a trot. The other rider caught sight of him and slowed as well.

"Devon!" Olivia cried in relief.

He smiled back at them, looking quite as relieved as she was. "We had better get back." He said flatly, looking up at the sky. Olivia and Elliot both glanced up, seeing it darkening quite threateningly. "Where's your escort?"

"The DPD sent one of their mounted officers with me, but his horse turned up lame and so I said I would be just fine by myself." Elliot answered.

Devon's horse abruptly snorted and half reared. "Storm's coming. And fast." Devon said, stroking its neck to calm it, "Let's go."

By the time they reached the stable, the wind had picked up severely and snow was beginning to fall in big fat flakes. Devon smiled knowingly at Olivia and Elliot after they had unsaddled their horses and rubbed them down. "You two can have the guest house. My wife has been getting it ready."

"Thanks Devon!" Olivia said, hugging him briefly.

Elliot shook his hand and said, "I owe you so much for helping her."

"It wasn't a problem. She's a sweetheart, she didn't deserve what he was doing to her." Devon answered, "Now, I don't know how bad this storm will be, but you guys have enough supplies for two weeks, so don't get worried. And I wouldn't worry much about the freak chasing after her either. Colorado blizzard's aren't to be messed with, especially in the mountains. Just get in the house, lock all the doors, and get ready for the long haul."

Olivia and Elliot had just gotten settled into the house when the snow began falling with a vengeance, made worse by the severe wind. The temperature was well below zero and the wind-chill even worse. Elliot finished putting logs on the fireplace as Olivia bandaged her hand. He turned and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "How did you get out here so fast?" Olivia questioned, looking into his bright blue eyes.

"Well the DPD bought me a plane ticket because they felt so bad about what happened and Doctor Swanson released me early." Elliot answered, "And so they drove me up here and gave me a horse to get back to Devon's. That's when I found you. They are planning to come and pick us up and escort us to the airport as soon as the storm lets up."

Olivia nodded and then pressed her forehead against his. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Elliot said, kissing her on the lips. He didn't have to wait long before she parted his lips with her tongue and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands settled on her waist, rubbing her sides gently before slipping underneath the fabric of her top. Olivia shivered slightly as his cool hands came into contact with the soft skin on her belly. Suddenly she pulled away, asking, "How's Riley?"

"She's fine. I left her in the care of William and his two protective details." Elliot whispered, kissing her neck gently as he finished.

Olivia sighed in relief and allowed his hands to explore. He was very gentle around the scar on her abdomen and bruised sides. After a moment he picked her up in his arms, carrying her off the couch and into the bedroom. She grinned at him as he set her down on the edge of the bed. "Elliot… it's only three in the afternoon."

"I know. But we are in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a blizzard." he replied with a smile. Olivia laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid her shirt off over her head and she pressed her lips too his, pulling him over on top of her. His hands slid to her pants, slipping them off quickly. He then picked her up and shuffled them both into the center of the bed. In this brief action he suddenly got a good look at her body. "What did he do to you?" he questioned, gazing at the thick bruises and welts that were now apparent.

Olivia shut her eyes and quietly answered, "He smacked me around pretty good a couple days ago. Used his fists and his gun."

"Did he…" Elliot began, but she shook her head. He wiped a tear from her cheek and continued, "We don't have to do this."

"No. I want to. You have no idea." She replied, kissing him passionately as she undid his pants. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck she kissed him with more fervor. He pulled them into a sitting position and she looked down into his eyes, tilting his chin up with one hand. "I love you, Elliot."

"I love you too." he answered, running his hand through her blonde hair. He smiled and pressed his lips to her collarbone as he undid the clasps to her bra.

Later that evening Olivia snuggled against Elliot's chest, exhausted but quite happy. He stroked her back and glanced out the window, where snow was still flying. Their breathing was still coming quickly and he felt her ribcage expand rapidly against his palm. He brushed a piece of sweaty hair from her face and said, "I will be back. Get some rest."

"Where are you going?" Olivia questioned as he kissed her forehead.

"I am going to take a shower. I won't be long." he said, getting up out of bed and walking over to the adjoining bathroom.

"Wait for me!" she exclaimed, hurrying in after him. Elliot grinned at her and put an arm around her waist as he switched on the water. Needless to say, the shower didn't end up being all that short after all.

A/N #2: Finally after four chapters of separation I have reunited our favorite detectives! I was feeling a little bit lost and confused having the two apart, it was difficult to write! Anyways, a nice fluffy scene for you all!