A/N: Wow, did you guys see Contagious? I have to admit, I was crying at the end it was so cute! And man oh man that smile Elliot gave Olivia when Maureen said she had called them!!!! Anyways, read and review please!! There's about two more chapters left after this.

Olivia pulled her knees protectively to her chest, resting her head on top of them. Her back was pressed up against the wall and the cold cement was rough and uncomfortable. The ground was wet and chilly, even with the blanket she was sitting on. Tyler had dragged her into his basement and thus the only light was a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. He had left her there for at least an hour by herself. This had given her ample time to analyze her situation. She had walked the basement, finding it to have one exit, which he had locked, and no windows. And oddly enough, it was completely barren. There were no boxes or anything.

She jumped to her feet the second she heard the bolt scrape across the door as it opened. Tyler looked down at her with mild interest as he shut it behind him. "I suppose you are wondering why I brought you here." Olivia folded her arms across her chest and indignantly raised her chin, remaining silent. Tyler sat down on the steps, appearing to be amused. He traced his fingers lightly along the barrel of the gun he held in his hand. "So… you are in your late thirties now, correct?"

Olivia nodded stiffly and said cynically, "You are an amazing mathematician."

"My, my. You have got quite the little attitude, don't you?" Tyler said, his face never changing from its mildly interested look, "Now, I have promised my friend that he can have you when were through, so if you want to shape up a little bit, perhaps I can give you some answers."

"What kind of answers could I possibly want from you?" spat Olivia, glaring over at him.

"Well, to start perhaps shed a little light on your identity." he answered, seeming impressed with his own sensibility.

Olivia opened her mouth to form some sort of angry retort, and then she paused. A smirk came to her face as she realized that Tyler had no idea that she knew he was her father. "Wow. Do you honestly think I haven't known you were my father?" Tyler's face contorted slightly, the first sign of a change of emotion Olivia had seen from him.

"You didn't know."

"Yes, actually I did."

"Then why did you never seek me out before?" Tyler questioned, regaining his composure, though he still looked disappointed he didn't have that piece to play anymore.

Olivia smiled, carefully weighting each word, "Well, Tyler it was not really a matter of knowing. It was more a matter of caring. I really had no desire to find you. Tell me, why on earth would I want to go see my mother's rapist?"

This comment registered quite the reaction from him. Tyler hauled himself up off the stairs and ran over to her, grabbing her by the sweater and dragging her up against him. The gun pressed to her chest didn't seem to faze her as she gazed at him out of calm eyes. He glared back down at her, his breath hot on her face, "You ought to have more respect than that. Maybe I should just kill you now."

"Oh I wouldn't do that. Your friend would be disappointed." Olivia said, shoving the gun away from her chest.

Tyler calmed slightly and said, "Well, you can deny that you didn't seek me out at first, but you are here now."

"Yes, because you had your little assistant lure me out." Olivia snapped, then she added, "Plus it seems to me you are the one who is concerned with finding me. You sure developed quite the elaborate scheme."

Tyler ignored her last comment and smiled. "I know you better than you think. You came to Colorado looking to find redemption. Your life fell apart in front of your eyes and you could do nothing. That was the fun part, for me. I had watched you all your life, and it became evident that it was far better than mine. So I did what I could to change that. Tell me Olivia, have you found your redemption?"

Olivia stared at Tyler. She refused to verbally acknowledge even an ounce of validity in what he had said, though her heart pounded knowing that it was true. Her face gave it away. He smiled and said, "You and I both know that's what you came for. But moving on, I have something to show you."

He led her back upstairs, keeping his gun out. They walked into a side room and he flipped on the light switch. Olivia's eyes widened. Spread all over floor were photo's of her, spanning from the time when she was little up until the week before her accident. The skin on the back of her neck prickled at the thought that he had been watching her that long.

"I caught up with you about once a year. Took some pictures and then disappeared. But these are by far my favorites." Tyler said, and he grabbed two newspapers from the shelf. The two that she and Elliot were on the cover of. "You two have quite the bond." Olivia glanced over all the pictures and then saw one that caught her attention. A photo of her at her son's grave. Tyler followed her gaze. "Thought you might like that one. Elijah James Stabler- I am really surprised you bothered to name him. He only lived what, four hours?"

Olivia whipped around, her fist colliding with his jaw. Tyler fell back in surprise and she hissed, "Yes, that's right, and it was because of you!"

Tyler gasped in anger at her, taking a swing at her face. She easily ducked and kicked him in the knee. He lunged forward, grabbing her in his arms and coming crashing down on top of her. Olivia smacked the ground hard and immediately struggled to free herself. Tyler grabbed his gun and put it against her temple. "Don't move." he whispered, his voice deeply venomous. She froze, her breathing quick and erratic.

"Tyler! You promised I could have her all to myself," a slow drawling voice said.

Tyler dragged himself up off Olivia and nodded. Olivia leapt to her feet, backing away slightly. The other man stepped into the room and Tyler walked out, but not before pausing and saying, "Don't worry. I will be back for you when he finishes."

With that he slammed the door. Olivia could hear the bolt sliding back from the outside. She looked wildly around, seeing a small window at the back of the room. If she really worked at it, she could fit through it.

"Olivia Stabler, I have wanted you for a long time." The man said, taking a few hurried steps towards her. Olivia could feel her pulse pounding through her veins as he grabbed her arms, dragging her up against him. She turned away as he tried to kiss her, earning a good hit to the abdomen. As she doubled over in pain, she suddenly realized what she could do.

Elliot threw Reagan Olivia's horses reins. "Are you hurt?" he asked, glancing over at her.

"No. He didn't do anything to me." Reagan answered, throwing the reins over the horses head and getting on its back. She turned and began to walk away. Elliot slowly mounted his horse and then stood still. Reagan looked back and called, "Elliot, come on! We have to get back before the storm starts up again!"

Elliot smiled slightly. "Go on without me. Hurry back, your husband needs you."

Reagan stopped and spun her horse around immediately. "Elliot, you can't go after her on your own! You could get killed!"

"Don't worry about me, Reagan. I'm a cop. It's my job." he answered, and impatiently took up his horse's reins, backing it up a few steps.

Reagan hesitated again and he gave her quite the glare. After a moment she sighed, "You are quite brave, Elliot Stabler. Take care. And, if you can tell Olivia thanks. I owe her my life."

"I will, you can count on it." Elliot promised, watching as she nodded and kicked her horse into a gallop.

Elliot's sturdy little police horse snorted. Elliot laughed and patted its neck. "It's just you and me now," he glanced up at the sky that was growing menacingly grey, "and of course the wonderful weather."

Reagan galloped back to her house, the horse soaking with sweat by the time they reached it. She ran inside and found Devon up wandering around the kitchen. "Reagan!" he exclaimed, turning and hugging her tightly.

"How are you?" she questioned, looking at him in concern.

"Not bad. I hit the wall a little harder than I thought though," Devon said, and Reagan noticed how carefully he guarded his right side, "and I have the worst hangover ever from that sedative."

Reagan smiled but was more than a little worried about the injury to his ribs. "Tyler has Olivia. He had her trade places with me."

Devon cursed furiously and slammed his fists down onto the table. "I should have been ready for something like this."

"None of us expected it! Besides, you put up quite an admirable fight against him even after he sedated you," Reagan said, remembering the episode quite vividly, "he isn't going to be waking up comfortable for a couple weeks!"

"Well it's a good thing I called the cops already." Devon said.

"You did?" Reagan questioned, her eyes wide.

"Yes. But it will take them a couple hours to get here, with the roads blocked and everything." Devon replied, glancing over at the clock. Reagan followed his gaze. That was a long time to wait. Unless…

"Elliot went after her." Reagan said.

"What?!" shrieked Devon, "He is going to get himself killed!"

"I tried to get him to come back but he wouldn't." Reagan said in frustration. Devon gave her a squeeze on her shoulder and then began to walk away. "Where are you going?"

"To meet the police. They will need some help when they reach the end of the road."

Reagan watched him suspiciously as he ran out the door, sneakily grabbing his gun from the shelf. As soon as he had stepped outside Devon hesitated. He put his gun into his jacket pocket and then ran to the back shed. Sifting through a crate he found the long lock box. He opened it up, pulling out his old sniper rifle. It was still in excellent repair. Taking it carefully up he turned and raced out the door.

He headed off down the road in opposite direction, knowing he had to stall slightly. He and the horse trotted around exploring the roadside for an hour, and then began the trek into the forest. Elliot kept the horse at a slow walk so that they moved quietly through the deep snow. Staying carefully in the path carved by Tyler's horse so not too arouse any suspicion by extra paths, Elliot followed it for about a half hour. Then in the distance he could see a small cabin, smoke furling up out of the chimney. Elliot turned and rode back a ways so that he was again out of sight. He slid off the horses back and tied its reins to a tree. "Be good," he told it, and then he made his way up to the cabin.

Elliot crept up the path to the house, carefully hiding behind trees and rocks periodically to check around. As he slipped behind a large clump of bushes he heard the roar of an engine. He glanced over and saw a man speeding off in the opposite direction on a snowmobile. As soon as the sound had faded Elliot sprinted over to the porch of the house, where the door was slightly ajar. Elliot seized the handle and jerked it open. Loud screams and crashes made his heart leap in fear. He raced through the living room and down a hall. A final shriek seared through the air before a loud thud and then silence befell the cabin. Elliot turned and saw a thick bolt on the outside of a door. Throwing it back he shoved the door open. Inside he found Olivia standing shaking slightly as she stood back against a wall. Her jaw had a huge bruise on it and her lip was bleeding. The blonde in her hair was now accented with blood oozing from a gash on her head, and her clothes had several tears. On the floor lay a man, who was knocked out cold. "El!" she exclaimed, running over to him, dropping the metal lamp she had been holding.

"Are you okay?" Elliot questioned, his eyes dark with worry.

"Yes. I knocked him out with the lamp before he could do much." Olivia answered, though her voice was wavering from adrenaline.

"Come on. We have to get out of here." Elliot said, grabbing her hand.

They sprinted outside, racing down the path, Elliot never releasing Olivia's hand. Just as they came into sight of Elliot's horse a light snow began to fall from the sky. Elliot quickly pulled the knot from the horse's reins, tossing them over its head. The loud shriek of a gunshot rang through the air. The horse jumped, the bullet ricocheting inches from his feet. Elliot turned and but couldn't see anyone. He listened harder, hearing the low rumble of a snowmobile's engine. Tyler was back.

Olivia had already jumped on the horses back and was yelling for him to get on. Elliot didn't wait a second longer, leaping on and holding tight to Olivia's waist. She kicked the horse's sides and it sprang forward, snow flying up in great sprays under its feet. Elliot could hear the snowmobile approaching, coming faster and faster. Olivia seemed to know this as well, as she was urging the horse into a sprint. A second shot rang out, hitting a tree nearby. The snowmobile was much closer now. "Come on, buddy! Faster!" screamed Olivia to the horse, who was now soaked with sweat, lather spread all over his neck. Despite this, he suddenly found another gear, stretching his legs out as far as they could possibly go.

But Tyler was driving his snowmobile recklessly fast and he caught up to them, swerving to the side. The horse jumped out of the way and off the path. There the snow was much deeper and they instantly slowed. Olivia slammed her heels into the horse's ribs, desperately trying to get it to speed up. It responded as best as it could, but suddenly his legs slammed into a fallen log hidden beneath the snow. Elliot felt a horrible lurch as they went flying off to the side. The horse recovered fairly quickly, standing and nudging Olivia to get her to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes, totally disorientated. It nibbled her hair, breathing heavily against her ear. Olivia sat up and moved over to Elliot, who wasn't moving.

"El! Come on, wake up!" Olivia exclaimed, gently stroking his face. She glanced over at the horse, who had frozen. Its eyes were wide in terror as the snow crunched loudly behind it. Olivia turned back desperately to Elliot, who hadn't moved as muscle. She wrapped her arms around him, attempting to haul him up off the ground.

"Well, well. Now I have both of you. Things just keep getting better and better." A pair of icy hands closed over mouth and waist, dragging her backwards. Olivia couldn't help it. She screamed.