A/N: So i know its taken a long time to get it up but im drawing to the end and i really want it to be right, so if there's ANYTHING you think needs adjusting i'll take it on board and try and amend it until i've got a fab fic. PLEASE enjoy

Fly away from here…

Elliot, somewhat reluctantly left the building. He knew he'd never get in to the apartment even if Jennifer said it was ok, Olivia was unnaturally stubborn, and there was nothing useful achieved by wearing the soles of his shoes thin. He got in his car and picked up the phone, dialling Munch's number.

Olivia backed up to the couch. Carl purposefully and deliberately followed trying to inflict as much terror as he possibly could in her, the corners of his mouth in a permanent grin.

"What do you think you're going to do?" Olivia asked, her voice controlled, her eyes constantly flicking between Carl, Jennifer and the door, assessing the situation, needing to find an escape.

"You're going to pay." The words barely audible came from Jennifer. The mouse like woman looked strong, and confident.

"For what?" Olivia asked. Jennifer looked enraged.

"What? Does perfect Olivia Benson never make mistakes? Better than everyone else?" Jennifer snapped. Carl walked over and placed his hand on her shoulder, whispering something in her ear, placing the gun on the kitchen counter. He looked up, turned and stalked over to Olivia, grabbing her hair. Olivia gasped and put her hands to her head. He dragged her to face Jennifer. Pain shot through her body from her head.

"You bitch, messed my life up. You messed my sister's life up, you messed my entire families life up," Jennifer spoke stressing each word. Carl yanked Olivia's head back and started kissing her neck. Olivia struggled. A flash of light and a soft whirring filled the apartment and Olivia caught a glimpse of a camera. They were taking pictures. Olivia could imagine it now, the photos plastered on the sicko's wall. Maybe they'd be posted to the precinct… she concentrated on he whirr or the film as she struggled. The noise from the camera was punctuated by girlish giggles from Jennifer, Carl continually kissing at her neck, his hands moving down her body.

"Yeah," Munch snapped down the phone. Fin shot a curious glance at him.

"I've just spoken to Olivia, she says she's fine." Elliot told him down the phone.

"She is?" Munch sounded slightly surprised. Maybe she was and he'd just misinterpreted everything, jumped to conclusions. I mean Elliot and Olivia were close, she could never fool him could she?

"Yeah, I'm heading back to the precinct now." Elliot told him. Something in Munch's voice made him un-easy. "Are you ok? What's going on?"

"The Search of his apartment got us a lot. This guy has a serious obsession with Olivia and a young girl named Cassie Louise Frew. She was a rape victim, committed suicide last week. Her sister Sanndie is naturally pretty pissed with us."

"So?" Elliot asked and then remembered his message. "Olivia told me to tell you that she wants you to come back to her like last time."

"DAMMIT," Munch shouted hitting the steering wheel. Fin was shocked.

"Pull over John. NOW" he ordered. Munch complied.

"What's up?" Eliot asked a trickle of fear lining his voice. He'd never heard John really sound angry, not this much anyway.

"Gimme a pen and paper." He barked at Fin. "I'll explain in a second…"

Fin handed a pen and pad to Munch from the glove compartment. He watched as Munch scribbled away names and various letters. He watched Munch shaking his head.

"Elliot, Olivia's in trouble. I'll tell everything later we need to get to Olivia. Jennifer Andrews is an anagram of Sanndie Jane Frew – Cassie's sister."

They snapped their phones shut and urgently sped on to Jennifers apartment.

Carl was in the shower, cleaning himself. Jennifer was in the kitchen giggling quietly to herself. Olivia sat huddled in a corner. Mascara stains down her face, her clothes torn and ripped.

Memories seep from her veins.