All the Pieces Fell into Place
Discalimer: Not mine
Summary: See previous chapters
A/N: I'm kinda depressed at the dismal amount of reviews I've gotten so far. I hope taht you guys don't hate it!
Chapter 7
BEEP BEEP BEEP The alarm next to Olivia's head went off at 6:30. To her dismay, it was Monday again. The weekend had been a nice mini vacation for her. She enjoyed seeing all of her step kids. They had gone to Elizabeth's dance recital, and had dinner with Josh's family on Saturday. On Sunday Emma had her first practice for the preschools' production of The Lion. The Witch, and the Wardrobe, and then Olivia and Elliot had taken her to the park. The rest of the kids had made plans to see friends that day. The only bad part of the weekend came on Saturday morning, when Olivia was awoken by Cragen's phone call.
He was forced to inform her that Stanford had skipped town. Today she and Elliot were scheduled to talk to his ex-wife, to see if she knew anything. Olivia wasn't looking forward to it, but she knew it had to be done.
Olivia rolled out of bed to get Rick and Elizabeth up for school. Maureen agreed to drive them there on the way back to her apartment. She was living in the city now. She also agreed to drop Kathleen back off at school. Olivia was thankful, because she had to get Emma off to preschool, and then head right over to Lavinia Miller's house.
She had developed a system, and could now get everyone up, fed, and out of the house on time in the morning. It took a few late drop off's early on, but now she was like a machine.
After dropping Emma off at preschool, Olivia and Elliot drove to the house of Lavinia Miller.
"You ready?" Elliot asked.
"Not really." Olivia answered flatly as she rang the door bell.
"Hello, how can I help you?" Lavinia asked as she answered the door. She was a middle aged woman of about 47. She had long, straight, blonde hair, and hazel eyes. She was fair skinned, and very thin. Olivia had figured that she would look like this. It was Stanford's type.
"I'm Detective Benson; this is my partner Detective Stabler. We're with the Special Victims Unit. May we come in?" Olivia asked.
'This is about Martin, isn't it?" The woman asked coldly.
"Yes, it is." Olivia answered warmly.
"Look, I can't help you." The woman said through the screen door. "I found my husband's little box of souvenirs, and I divorced him the next day. I had no idea what he was when I married him, and I don't…" Lavinia suddenly stopped mid sentence. Her face became stern with realization. "You said your name was Benson?" She asked, with ice in her voice.
"Yes." Olivia answered, confused.
"You, I want you gone!" Lavinia said, suddenly getting agitated.
"Mrs. Miller, we just have a few questions." Elliot answered, stepping protectively in front of Olivia.
"No, I'm not talking to her. One of his little ID cards, they were from a Benson. I don't want to talk to anyone that has his blood in them." The woman said. She than slammed the door in the detectives faces.
"Well, that went well." Olivia said as she turned to head back to the car.
"Liv." Elliot called after her.
"It's okay Elliot." Olivia answered, turning to face him. "She's as much as a victim as my mother was. I mean, she was sharing her bed with a rapist for 10 years. I don't blame her for not wanting me in her home."
"But Liv, still…" Elliot answered.
"Wait a second El." Olivia said cutting him off. "She said that she found his box of souvenirs."
"And?" Elliot questioned.
"And…, all his victims were found without there IDs in their wallets. Son of a Bitch still has them." Olivia said getting wide eyed.
"Let's call Casey, see if we can't get a search warrant." Elliot said, making his way to the car.
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"What do you mean we can't get a search warrant?" Olivia demanded at the poor, now waddlinginduced by pregnancy,red head in front of her.
"Liv, I'm sorry, but the judge won't take the word of a disgruntled ex-wife as probable cause." Casey said trying to defend herself from Olivia's wrath.
"What about the fact thatthe MO of his date rape matched the MO of our case?" Olivia asked.
"The charges were dropped. In the judge's eyes, that never happened." Casey explained. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do."
Olivia would have continued on her war path if it wasn't for the ringing phone on her desk. She turned to answer it, as Casey took her chance to get away.
"Special Victims Unit, Detective Benson speaking, how can I help you?" Olivia asked into the phone.
"Is there a Mrs. Stabler there?" A small voice asked from the other end.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Stabler, who's this?" She asked.
"Mrs. Stable, this is It's a Small World Preschool, I'm afraid that you need to get down her immediately." The voice said. Olivia's heart dropped into her stomach at the mention of Emma's school.
"Why?" She asked, panicked. "What happened to my daughter?"
"I just think you better come down here now." The woman said. Olivia quickly hung up the phone, and then rushed into Cragen's office. He was just getting off the phone himself.
"Olivia." He said a bit surprised to see her. "Just the person I was looking for. I know that everyone's working on finding Stanford, but I just got a call from the 2-5. There was an apparent kidnapping at it's a Small World Preschool on Oak…" He was cut off as soon as Olivia realized that he was talking about Emma.
"Oh God." She said, feeling her knees buckle under her. Cragen caught her by the arm before she could hit the floor at and helped her into a chair. Elliot, seeing the whole scene unfolding from outside, hurried in.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Emma, she, someone took her." Olivia muttered.
"What are you talking about?" Elliot asked.
"Her school called, they said that we had to get down there now. The 2-5 just called Don to tell him that there was a kidnapping there, it had to be her." She finished, finally looking up to Elliot, with tears in her eyes.
"Come on." Cragen said. "I'm driving."
He grabbed Fin and Munch on his way out, and the five of them sped to It's a Small World Preschool.
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