AN: Wow…muchos gracious for the reviews, y'all! I am touched! I will forewarn that although I'll try, updates are not necessarily going to be frequent. I always try to update frequently, but both writer's block and life happens. I'm also going to try several different POV's (including Huang!) in this story…I'm new at some of these. Bear with me.

Spoilers: 'Hooked'


Stabler Residence

Queens, New York

March 7th, 2:00 PM

Kathy Stabler's POV

I sit in my old living room, in the house where I used to live with my husband, shock overcoming me. Martina…the entire Andreas family have always been close to us, but Martina…she and Kathleen are inseperatable, and they practically lived at each other's houses. Or had. For all I know they're all dead. And Marianna, my best friend…Marianna, oh God, what would the bastard who had them do to her? To her husband? To their children? What had been happening to Martina when whoever it was that had them gave her the phone? She was a good lover? Half the junior class hadn't nicknamed her Virgin Marty for nothing…how did he know that was her nickname? How could he be holding a grudge against someone so sweet? What was happening to the family right then and there?

I had to stop. I couldn't keep thinking this way. I had to be strong. For the Andreas children, and for their parents, Marianna and Daniel. For Elliot. For my children, who were going to come home to this house in less than two hours.

I looked around the living room. Olivia had released a family portrait to the press. It had appeared on the news, and word had spread quickly. Church parishioners, knowing that the Andreas's were like family to us, had come quickly to try and offer whatever comfort they could.

It was an attempt in vain.

Olivia was here, interviewing people who knew anyone in the family, probably to see who would have a grudge against such wonderful people. She'd told me that John and Fin were canvassing the crime scene, gathering whatever little evidence they could. What ifs plagued my mind, but then I noticed Olivia walking towards me.

"Kathy." She said quietly, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm not." I said quietly, "You'll find them, right, Olivia?"

"We're going to do everything we can, Kath. I promise. So, can you tell me about the phone call?"

I sighed.

"I has been on shift for three hours. I was taking a break at the nurse's station when they said I had a call over the intercom. I picked up the phone…said it was me, and I heard this really creepy-sounding male voice…he said 'your goddaughter isn't as innocent as she seems, Mrs. Stabler.' I asked who it was. He said that was for him to know and me to pray to God that I'd find out…what would he mean by that?" I gasped. "Do you think he'll come after our children?"

"Who can be sure of anything like that, Kathy? Don't worry. I'll make sure officers keep an eye on them. What else did he say?"

"He said something about the firstborn wanting to say something…"

I wanted to collapse just remembering.

"Then what happened?" Olivia asked, bringing me back to the present.

"He put Martina on the phone. She was crying, and she started begging me to do something." I started crying…and then…

"Martina!" I screamed, sobbing.

I watched as Olivia gave in to humanity, forgetting her professional demeanor and hugging me as I sobbed. Elliot walked over, letting himself cry. In the twenty years we've been married, I've seen him cry maybe five times, three of those were of joy when our children were born.

I couldn't handle this anymore. I couldn't do it…how was I supposed to be calm when the girl who was basically my fifth child was in the hands of a sadistic…

"Kathy? Kathy?" I heard Elliot calling, as I pulled away from Olivia's embrace. I started gasping for air, and everything was whirling around me…why was it so hot? I was trying to stand up, to organize a search party, to just do something. Anything. Why was Elliot holding me back from standing? And why was Olivia calling for someone to get a doctor?

Suddenly, everything went black.


Stabler Residence

March 7th, 2:30 PM

Elliot Stabler's POV

It's inconceivable…completely unfathomable. Yesterday she was laughing with me in the car, talking about college and her plans to go into acting. I can't believe that Kathy's lying upstairs in what used to be our room, sedated. I can't believe that within an hour I'm going to have to tell my children that people we love are missing, and that…well, I'm not going to tell them we may never see them again.

Olivia walked over to me. My best friend, one of my truest confidants. I wish I could cry, tell her everything. But she wouldn't understand…she cares about kids. But she doesn't have them, and she doesn't have godchildren.

"Elliot, tell me about Martina."

I look up, shocked.

"Why?"

"Nobody I've interviewed can think of any reason why anyone would have a grudge against the family, but from what I hear, Martina is relatively well-known around Queens. There's a lot of psychos out there, Ell…there's a chance someone could be stalking her, and the more I know about her, the more I get an idea of who would stalk her and why. Well…that is, the more information I can give to Huang so he can decide that, the better."

I sigh again. Now isn't the time to focus on my hatred of shrinks and psychology in general. If Huang can help me get them back, safe and alive, that's all that matters.

"Martina? Let's see. If the Pope decided to initiate a saint from St. Paul's Parish, and asked the parishioners who they thought was worthy, her name would be shouted out in unison. She sings in the church choir, she helps run the preteen youth group, as well as the kids group, and she's involved in the youth group. She volunteers at the soup kitchen, a homeless shelter, she's a candystriper at St. Monica's, she helps run blood drives, gives blood…she helps people whenever and however she can…she's America's Sweetheart. She gets straight A's at Glen Oaks High, she tutors Elizabeth with algebra. So, yeah, that could sum up why she's well known. She's met a lot of people, and to top off the fact that she's the sweetest person you'll ever meet…well, she's beautiful. I'm sure lots of people fantasize about having a relationship with her."

I smile, remembering all the times I've watched her live life to the full. She was so sweet, so innocent and so full of life. What would happen to that now? And then I sigh. There's another reason why someone might be fantasizing.

"She's also gifted at singing, acting and dancing. She plans on acting after high school. She wants to do Broadway, and already, there's about five drama schools that want her. She acts in community theatre, parish plays, high school plays. I've watched her onstage since she was a preteen…she's natural on there. Whenever she acts, sings or dances, it's what you hear anyone who watches her say again and again…that she's just…natural."

I remember all the times I've watched her act. She'd gotten my kids into it…I remember them doing plays for Kathy and I, as well as their parents, together when they were younger. They had grown up, and the plays had stopped, but all anyone had to do was say the word, and Martina would start up on a monologue. She'd asked me to critique a scene for her that she was doing for drama class a few days ago…it had been perfect, and I'd been quick to tell her that. Her typical shy, modest smile and quiet "thank you" was the constant result. She was great, but she was humble. Except for that one time with Brian…Brian!

"Olivia!" I said, "She was dating this guy…Brian, but he wasn't Catholic, and he didn't approve of her being Catholic, or doing all she did within the Church. She broke it off, and…well, Brian just called her a waste of his time, and started dating someone else, but…his parents were really angry. I remember talking to Daniel, Marty's dad…Brian's parents had called him and started going on about how pathetic Martina was…I told him to talk to the cops, but he wanted to hold out on the situation."

"When did this all happen?" Olivia asked. I noticed her rage rising with mine

"A week ago."


Stabler Residence

March 7th, 3:30 PM

Kathleen Stabler's POV

I sit in my room, crying. Dad told me when I got home, which happened to be before Liz and Dickie. I'd collapsed into tears…he'd held me, and I know he was glad to have one of his daughter's in his arms…I also know he wished it was Marty, Helena and Joy. Dad promised me that it would be okay. But he can't promise that. He thinks I'm stupid or something; that I don't know what he sees. I know more than what he thinks.

I know that Marty's probably not a virgin right now. She was a virgin, and proud of it, and not ashamed to say so. It was thanks to her constant friendship that I didn't do anything with my boyfriend…the one dad was warning me about…Marty and I were both single, and that just made us closer. When our other friends went out to movies and hotel rooms with their boyfriends, we'd go to mass, youth group, or somewhere else together. We'd talk, laugh, cry and vent. She is…or possibly was…my best friend, and until she's home, nothing else matters to me.

I walk to my dresser. I see the friendship scrapbook she made me, and I remember her giving it to me on Valentine's Day…we'd been goofing about how our ex-boyfriends were cut and we were gonna go steady. We'd laughed, and she'd given it to me, saying she'd rather celebrate our friendship that sit around in pity because she hadn't found Mr. Right. She always was confident that God would put the right guy in her life…when he saw fit.

She was always saying things like that. Always laughing, always making the best of everything. She found the best in everybody, and there was nothing but the best in her. I flip open the scrapbook. The first picture is of us, volunteering at the soup kitchen. The picture portrayed her just as she was; beautiful inside and out, and on top of the world. It was thanks to her that I was a better person, a stronger Catholic, and…no one could ask for a better best friend.

The second one was of us in full costume before the school production of 'The Crucible'…she'd acted Abigail, and I had acted Mary Warren. Her character was the exact opposite of who she was, and yet she'd still managed to do it perfectly. And she'd helped me with my character until I had it done as flawlessly as she did.

I didn't realize how hard I was crying, and I didn't realize I was angry until I realized that one of my snow globes had shattered against the wall I had thrown it at.

"Damnit!"

I sobbed, and the knowledge that if she were here, she would just comfort me as I cried only made me cry harder. I looked up when I heard a knock on the door, and then the handle turning.

"Father Jacob…" I gasp out, unable to hold back my sobs.

I know he's trying to comfort everyone, but I'm sure that he's also feeling the pain of her absence…of the entire family's absence…they're everything to the church. I focus on Marty because she's my best friend, but if they hurt Joy or Helena…she'd never forgive herself, and I'd never forgive the bastard who would hurt such beautiful children. And Daniel and Marianna…two sweet people who have loved my siblings and I as their own. This was all too much for any of us to bear.

Father Jacob sat down beside me, starting to recite a prayer. I quietly join in, knowing that the Andreas' are going to need all the prayers we can give them.


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