All the Pieces Fell into Place

Discalimer: I don't own them. (Very sad, I know)

Summary: See previous chapters

A/N: This is the longest chapter yet! To everyone that has reviewed, I just wanted to thank you! You give me so much confidence in my writing. You guys rock!

Chapter 9

"Liv…" Cragen called quietly into the crib. "Liv, you guys awake?"

"Yeah! Yeah." She said jutting up from the bed. "We're awake, what'd you find?" She asked hastily

"We brought in the ex. She wants to speak with you." He answered.

"Okay. Just, give me a minute." Olivia answered.

Cragen closed the door, and returned back to the interrogation room to inform Lavinia that Olivia would be with her shortly.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Elliot asked as Olivia got her gun belt secured.

"I have no choice." She answered. "I have to do this to get our baby back. I would die, if that's what it took."

"I know you would." Elliot answered as he patted her backtenderly. With that she hurried down the stairs and into the interrogation room. She found Cragen, Munch, Fin, Alex, and Casey all crowded around the two way mirror.

"You guys get anything?" Olivia asked, causing them all to jump a little.

"Not yet." Cragen answered hoarsely. "She only wants to talk to you.

Olivia took that as her cue to open the door and let herself in.

"Hello Ms. Miller." Olivia greeted. She walked over to the table with her hands in her pockets. She had completely broken down inside, but it was time to put on a brave face, and do her job. She needed to be strong now more than ever. "Nice to speak with you again."

"Detective." The woman said, looking up at her coldly. "I understand that you people need my help to find Martin. Is it true what they tell me?"

"Well, what exactly have you been told?" Olivia asked, opting to stand against the mirror.

"That he kidnapped some kid at her school. I asked them what they thought his motive was, but they wouldn't tell me." She explained. "I hate to tell you, but you guys are barking up the wrong tree."

"Why do you say that?" Olivia asked.

"He likes his woman, a little older. He's a sick man who likes them young,but even he isn't that sick." She answered. "He never hurt anyone under 18."

Olivia noticed that her attitude seemed to be leaning towards being difficult. This woman had no intention of helping. She just wanted to jerk Olivia around.

"Well, I've been told that you haven't been very forth coming with us. I thought that you hated Martin, why don't you want to help put him in jail for what he's done?" Olivia asked, trying to break the woman.

"Where were you guys when I needed you?" Lavinia asked, anger rising in her voice.

"You weren't raped Mrs. Miller." Olivia countered, equally as angry.

"I slept with a rapist for 10 years! He raised my son for 10 years!Don't you think that should have counted for something?" The woman argued. "All I ever asked of you people was a restraining order to protect my boy. But that was too much to ask, so why should I do anything for you? Especially you, you little bastard bitch. You're just like him"

Olivia finally had found the woman's weakness; she knew just how she was going to crack her. It was only a matter of time now before she started to talk.

Olivia decided to ignore Lavinia's comment, and move in for the kill immediately. "You love your son, don't you Mrs. Miller?" Olivia asked, as she pulled out the chair opposite the table form Mrs. Miller, and sat down in it.

"Of course I do." The cold woman answered, sitting up straight in her chair at the mention of her son.

"Can you imagine how you would feel if something happened to him?" Olivia asked. "How far would you go to get him back?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Lavinia asked. Olivia could tell that she was becoming uncomfortable now.

"Because the little girl who was kidnapped; the little, innocent, girl that your ex-husband kidnapped form school is my daughter." Olivia finally revealed. She pulled out a picture of Emma and showed to Lavinia. "She's four, and last night was the first night she has ever spent without her stuffed pig, Mr. Snuffles. She is probably terrified right now, and I can't do anything to help her." Tears began to form in Olivia's eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. "I will do anything I have to do to get her home safe. Right now, you're the only person who can help me. I know that you don't like me very much, and, ya know what, I can't say that I blame you for it. But please, please, don't take it out on my daughter. What if it was your baby?" Olivia asked, pleading now.

Lavinia looked into Olivia's eyes. and realized that she was being sincere. "What… whatdo you want to know?" She asked, finally breaking down.

Olivia placed Emma's picture back in her wallet. "Did Martin ever tell about any place special? Maybe somewhere where he liked to relax; somewhere he could clear his head and think maybe?" She asked.

Lavinia thought for a moment, and then her face lit up in realization. She looked up at Olivia. "When we were dating, he took me to this small lake in Central Park. He said that he and his friends camped out in the boat house one night when he was a kid. They stole a set of keys, to prove that they had done it or something. The lake was too small for boats, and it eventually became abandoned. The boys still had the keys, and they would bring dates back there sometimes." She offered.

"Okay, do you think he would still go there?" Olivia asked, intrigued now.

"He told me that the place would always be special to him. He said if he ever needed a place to stay on short notice, it would be there for him." The woman answered.

That was all Olivia needed to hear. "Where is it?" She asked.

Elliot was watching the whole scene unfold from the opposite side of the window. While Olivia got the directions, Elliot grabbed their coats and keys. He was already waiting by the front door of the precinct when Olivia emerged from the interrogation room.

The two didn't even need to exchange words to know that they were both ready to get their daughter back. They headed to the car, and lead the pack as everyone headed to the park.

At the Lake

The squad ran through the park until they reached the boat house. Cragen ordered that everyone maintain a radius of at least 35 feet from the small shack, to insure that they wouldn't be spotted.

"Liv, El, I know that this is the last thing that you want to hear, but I want you two to stay back. Let Munch and Fin handle this one." Cragen ordered.

"Cap, that's out daughter in there." Elliot protested.

"Exactly why you need to stay out of this." Cragen answered. "If either of you take a shot, even it's called for, you'll be looking at an investigation. No one needs that. And…if…the situation is bad…You don't need to see that." Cragen finished, turning back to the other cops, and away from Olivia and Elliotat his last sentence.

Elliot and Olivia were caught off guard by Cragen's bluntness, and had no choice but to sit back, and watch the scene unfold in front of them.

Fin and Munch cautiously approached the door of the boat house. "POLICE!" Munch yelled, and Fin knocked down the door at the same time. They entered the shack with their guns ready. Munch's eyes grew wide with what he saw.

Stanford was holding Emma, off the ground, by her shoulders with one hand. In the other hand he held a gun, which he had pointed to the girls head. There was a gag around her moth, but Munch could see the tears flowing from her eyes. He knew that she was terrified.

"Put the gun down." Fin ordered sternly. "Put it down, and let her go."

"You cops really think I'm that stupid? I know what'll happen. I let her go, and then you guys take me in. That's not gonna happen, not today, not ever." Stanford answered, tightening his grip on Emma. Thismade her let out a mall, muffled cry.

"So what do you plan on happening today then?" Munch asked. "What do you think's gonna happen if you shoot her? Lemme tell you. You shoot her, we shoot you." Munch explained.

"Yeah, so kill me then." Stanford dared.

"Oh, I get it. Then man doesn't want to go to jail." Fin observed. "He knows what happens to rapist in jail. He's afraid of loosing the control."

"I'm not afraid!" Stanford yelled. Fin had obviously hit a nerve.

"Oh, I think you are." Munch taunted. "You've been afraid since you were brought in for questioning the other night. What, you realize that the name Benson was a little familiar? You knew that as soon as your DNA was run, it would only be a matter of time before we realized who you were. It would be all over than, wouldn't it?" Munch stated, revealing Stanford's motive.

"If that bitch of a daughter of mine is going to ruin my life, then it's only fair that I get to ruin hers." Stanford said, calmly now. "She looks like me, doesn't she?" He asked, indicating Emma. "Too bad her mother pissed me off. She would probably have made a beautiful, tasty young woman."

Fin and Munch were becoming enraged. The knew that they wouldn't be able to steady their itchy trigger fingers for very much longer.

"Don't do this." Fin said, trying once again to get the man to drop his gun. "You think that we're gonna let you die if you hurt her? Hell no. You kill her; we make sure that you end up as everyone's bitch in prison. You let her go, maybe we can talk about keeping our mouths shut." He had resorted to trying for a deal.

Stanford had already made up his mind. Serena had gone to the police. It was her fault that the police had been able to connect him to the rapes through Olivia. His wife had found her ID card. What he had really wanted was to find Serena, and make her… experience… him all over again. When he discovered that she had died, he knew that he had to make Olivia pay her mother's debts. He needed to see her suffering. He needed to take away her life, the life that he now held in his hands.

In his head he could see the future now:

Olivia ran into the shack at the sound of the gunshots. She saw her father lying dead in a pool of blood that had escaped the bullet wound to his temple. In his arms lay her baby girl, motionless.

She didn't even hear herself scream as she ran over to her lifeless daughter. She held her in her arms as she called for help, even though deep down she knew that it was too late.

Elliot knelt down beside her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. He placed his other hand on his daughter. Cragen came in, and pulled them away from Emma's lifeless body. He led them out side where Olivia finally collapsed.

Elliot let her pull him to the ground. They held each other, and cried. Both too numb to feel the tears stinging their faces.

Neither Olivia nor Elliot could even remember their baby's funeral. They were never the same two people after her death.

Elliot and Olivia tried to be strong for the other children. When they came over on their weekends, the two would do their best to put on a brave face, and act like they were okay, butin reality, they were anything but.

They both left the squad the day Emma died. They didn't have the heart to do it anymore. There hearts were taken away by Stanford. They were living on their disability checks now. Olivia turned to the bottle for comfort, she had gotten to the point where she didn't even feel the sting of the alcohol anymore. Elliot had grown accustomed to carrying her home from the bars at night.

The night of Emma's birthday finally proved to be too much for Olivia. She kissed Elliot goodnight, told him that she loved him, and then swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills, with a bottle of jack Daniels as a chaser.

Stanford was suddenly snapped out of his day dream when Fin warned, "Last chance."

This could work out perfectly. With Emma dead, Olivia wouldn't be able to continue living, and then with Olivia dead, Elliot's life would be over, and then his kids would suffer. With one bullet he could destroy an entire family.

"You do what you need to detectives." Stanford said, grinning as his finger tightened on the trigger.

BAM

TBC... cliffhanger! I want to know how you guys think I should end it. I have written two endings. Should Emma live?