All the Pieces Fell into Place

Disclaimer: Not mine

Sumary: See previous chapters

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! Ypu guys are awsone! I'm super busy today, so I wasn't even going to update, but after I read all the reviews, I decided that I had to!

There has also been some confusion with Elliot and Olivia's daughter's name. Her name is Emily, but usually they call her Emma as a nick name. I have used both names in the story.

Chapter 8

Olivia was the first one out of the car. She jumped out before Cragen had even stopped the car.

"Where is my daughter?" She demanded to one of the officers on the scene.

"Mrs. Stabler." The principal of the school called to Olivia when she saw her. "I'm so sorry."

"How did this happen?" Olivia asked.

"An older gentleman came in, demanding that we release Emily to him. He said that he was her grandfather. We told him that without a signed note, Emma could only be released to you, her father, or Sylvia. He became agitated, but left. I though that that would be the end of it."

"Then what happened?" Cragen asked from behind Olivia. He had come up when the principal began her recollection, and was taking notes.

"Emma was playing near the fence at recess. An aid looked up, and saw her talking to the same gentlemen. She went over to bring Emma back into the playground, but when the man saw her coming, he grabbed Emma by the hood of her coat, and pulled her over the fence. I'm so sorry." The woman finished.

"Did he look like this?" Cragen asked, holding up a picture of Stanford.

"Yes, yes that's him." The woman answered.

"Oh God, he realized that I was his daughter. This is my fault; I should never have interrogated him." Olivia said, gripping Cragen's arm to keep herslef steady.

"Olivia, calm down. We'll get her back." Cragen said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Fin turned to Casey, who had insisted on coming. "We got enough for probably cause now?" He asked.

"I called Alex from the car. The warrant is being signed as we speak." She said.

Martin Stanford's residence

Elliot and Olivia had begged to be kept on the case. Neither one would except sitting around doing nothing while their daughter was missing, Cragen knew that if he didn't allow it, they would just do the police work on their own, so he sent them to do the search.

Olivia was in her father's bedroom, while Elliot was searching the living room of Stanford's apartment.

Olivia went into the closet, where she soon found a large blue shoebox. "I think I got something!" Olivia called, causing Elliot to rush in.

She opened the box, and turned it over, causing 14 Ids to fall to the floor. Olivia fingered through them, and finally stopped at a blue bus pass from 1965. She picked it up, and examined it.

"It's my mother's." She said. "Son of a Bitch, it's hers." After all these years he still had it.

"Bag it." Elliot said to the CSI who was in the room. "Come on Livia." He said, pulling her back to her feet, and out of the room. He could tell that the day had left her exhausted.

"We need to talk to his ex-wife; she'll know where he would take her. She has to talk to us." Olivia said.

"Okay, Liv, we'll figure something out." Elliot said.

The two returned to the 1-6 without much more than they had left with. They both already knew that Stanford was guilty of the rapes, now they just needed to find their daughter.

It was already after 7 when the two returned. "Did you get anything?" Olivia asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry Liv, but we don't have any leads so far." Cragen said, trying to hold eye contact, if for nothing more than out of respect. "Listen, why don't you two catch a few in the crib? Being exhausted won't help anyone. Someone's going to be working this case round the clock until we find her. I'll come get you if we get anything." Cragen said.

Elliot and Olivia obeyed. Neither knew how they would be able to sleep, but they were too tired to argue.

Elliot went into the bathroom while Olivia went directly too the crib. When Elliot joined her, he found her staring out the window into the city, with her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

"I want her back." She said, without turning.

"I know babe, I do too." Elliot said.

"She's never spent a night without Mr. Snuffles." Olivia said suddenly. She was referring to her stuffed pig that Cragen had gotten for her when she was born. "It's so cold out. What if she's cold? And she hasn't had any dinner." Olivia continued, suddenly turning into Elliot's arms.

"She'll be okay Liv. She has your brains, and courage. She'll get through this. We all will." He comforted, holding Olivia in his arms. It was so hard. He knew that Olivia needed him now, but all he wanted to do was break down with her.

"Why is he doing this?" She asked into Elliot's chest. "He's already taken so much from me, why did he have to take my baby?"

"I don't know babe, I don't know." Was all Elliot could think of saying? He rubbed her back until she cried herself too sleep. He then carried her over to a bunk, and gently laid her down. He didn't care about rules or protocol tonight. He needed to feel her next to him as much as she needed him next to her. He slid into the bunk next to her. To his surprise they fit. Olivia was more on top of Elliot than next to him, but it didn't matter tonight. Although he didn't want to sleep, exhaustion finally caught up to him, and he soon joined Olivia in sleep.

In a small shack in central park Emma sat in a corner, wrapped up in a blanket. She had finished her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and was watching the man that called himself her grandfather sleep. She was confused though. Her grandpa lived in Queens. He was nice man, with white hair,who called her his string bean, and gave her hugs, and presents. This man was nothing like her grandpa. She was afraid of this man, she wanted to run, but he had handcuffed her feet to a pipe on he wall. Emma wanted Mr. Snuffles. He always made her feel better. Uncle Don put a police pin on the bow around his neck. He said that th epig would always be there to make her feel safe. Emma cried for her parents that night, she cried forMr. Snuffels as well.She had never been so scared before. Eventually she too was overcome by sleep, and allowed herself to pass out from exhaustion in the corner of the small, dark room..

TBC... I'm hoping to get the next chapter up by tomorrow. There aren't many left though. I have 2 more, and then an epilogue!