Olivia knew that the only way to get to the other side of this was to push everything that had happened to the back of her mind…she had to leave the privilege of dealing with it until later, when she was safe, she'd got out and Carl Cooper was in jail. She counted to 5, practising something she'd seen off the television, and after 5 she forced herself free of fear. She looked up at Jennifer, thinking deeply. Where had she seen the girl before? How did Jennifer know her? She got it…
"Sanndie?" she asked quietly. She watched the girl. She froze, stopped giggling and turned slowly, her face livid.
"You're Sanndie Jane Frew right?" Olivia asked again.
"What the hell do you care?" Sanndie snapped. Drawing her arms across the chest.
"Why are you doing this?" Olivia asked softly…
"You know what happened to my sister Liv? She killed herself. Yeah. Slit her wrists. You know why?" Jennifer spoke coldly, her voice dripping with hatred. Olivia closed her eyes, and let her head drop. She knew exactly why.
"Because her rapist got off. Because you couldn't catch him and because of that I lost my sister and my best friend. So don't you dare ask me why I'm doing this? You need to pay Olivia. You really need to pay." She finished up and snarling. The shower stopped. Jennifers eyes flashed up to the bathroom.
"Carl Cooper can do that." She said simply. "A means to an end."
What Olivia had heard shocked her. The Sanndie Jane Frew she had met was completely different. The curvy, confident brunette had become a skinny, sunken, almost – withdrawn, greasy – haired blonde blonde. Over sized clothes and large glasses completely had fooled her. She was completely different. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp trilling from the kitchen work surface. Her mobile phone. She looked up, eyes wide and alert. Jennifer grabbed the phone, looking at the caller ID.
"Who's Fin?" Carl asked as he snatched the phone off her. Olivia knew it was another chance to send a message.
"My colleague. I was supposed to phone him half an hour ago. He'll be wondering what's up." She answered quickly. Carl shoved the phone towards her.
"You tell him everything's fine. One wrong word and you'll be so very beyond sorry." He ordered. She took the phone and answered.
"Hi," she spoke lightly.
"Olivia its John, when I say I need you to keep this conversation one-sided and speak in opposites ok?" Munch spoke quickly and decisively. Olivia almost rolled her eyes. It was something they had thought of a long time ago, a secret code almost.
"Of course I can. I promise." Olivia answered.
"OK start. Are you alone?" Munch asked.
"Yes of course I am. It's just me and Jennifer Andrews." Olivia answered as honestly as she could muster. She didn't take her eyes off Carl and he didn't take her eyes off her.
"Great Olivia. Are you hurt physically?" John asked.
"Yes. Yes… but its nothing." Olivia answered. The conversation sounded phony to her…probably because she knew it was.
"Olivia, we're on our way to get you now. Elliot, Fin and I. Olivia Jennifer Andrews is Sanndie Jane Frew, do you know?" he asked again.
"No I didn't, but its no big deal. Tell Cragen, he'll sort it." She answered lightly, shrugging.
"Olivia we'll be there in 15 minutes. We need you to get Sanndie in the bathroom alone then ok. It'll make a take down quicker and easier, and you may need to keep hold of Sanndie when we arrive ok. Can you do that?" John told her.
"Of course I can't. I'm busy." She said down the phone.
"Great Liv, we'll see you soon." Olivia handed the phone back to Carl. His eyebrow raised questioningly.
"Wondering if I was coming back to the precinct. I can't." she mumbled.
Elliot and Fin looked at Munch expectantly. Their hopes rising by the calm expression on Munch's face.
"We're on," he merely said as way of an explanation. They sat back in their seats knowing that the enext 20 minutes could mean the life or death of Olivia Benson.