Olivia and Elliot sat at their desk just looking through all the piles of paper work. Elliot threw down his pen and leaned back in his chair and let out a big sigh. Olivia just looked up at him. She knew what he was thinking. He was thinking that this is going no where.

"What do you want to do now partner," she said.

"I think we need to stop looking at the crime scenes and look at every detail of the victims lives," he said rubbing his eyes.

Cragen walked out of his office and overheard what Elliot said. "Well that's going to have to wait. There's been another victim." Cragen handed him the address and walked back to his office.

Elliot looked at Olivia. Her eyes were wide. He didn't want to put her through this. She got up from her chair and grabbed her coat.

"Damn it," he yelled as he got up and push his chair in. He pushed it in so hard that his picture of his kids fell down and shattered. Olivia bent down to pick up the pieces. Elliot saw her picking up the pieces and immediately grabbed the waste basket and went down to help her. Olivia looked and felt sick to her stomach. She didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry," she said, not knowing why she was apologizing to him.

"No I am. I'm just frustrated with this case," he said still picking up the pieces. The frame that said #1 Dad was scattered everywhere. They both looked up at each other at the same time and were about an inch apart. Elliot saw that her face was white. They both slowly got up still looking at each other. When they were standing straight up Elliot spoke up, "Are you going to be ok?" he asked.

She was at a loss of words and her mind was somewhere else now.

"I-I think so," she said hesitantly and finally blinking. Elliot put his hand on her shoulder just as he always did when she needed to be comforted.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," he said looking straight into her eyes.

"No I need to go," she said. There was something different about the way her eyes looked. They looked dimmer. Her brown eyes were missing that fire he used to see everyday.

He sighed, "Ok then. Let's get a move on."

"Wait," she said. She handed him the picture that had been in the frame. He looked down at it and gave it a faint smile.

"Thanks," he said.

They finally arrived at the scene of the crime. It was the pent house of crime novelist Kelly Swann. Olivia and Elliot walked in to the catastrophe in the pent house. Blood was on the walls, there was glass from broken knick knacks, and the couch was tipped over along with the lamp.

"It looks like she put up a hell of a fight," Elliot said walking over the broken glass.

Olivia just swallowed down the thought of that happening to her. She couldn't think about it. She had to believe that it wouldn't happen. Elliot walked in front of her to the bedroom of the pent house. Elliot saw the victim first and gasped. This had to be one of the worst killings in the case. The body was mutilated. Cuts all over her face and stabs all over her body. Her right had been cut off and it lay next to her. Underneath it was an envelope that said "Open." Elliot didn't have to wonder who it was for. Olivia had followed Elliot into the room. She felt like she was going to get sick, but she held it down. Her eyes went toward the note. She instantly put her gloves on and walked to the bed and picked up the hand unwillingly so she could grab the note. She hesitantly opened the blood splattered envelope. She could feel Elliot behind her and his gaze on the letter. She unfolded it and they both quietly read its content.

My Dear Olivia,

I see that leaving my last victim alive was a big mistake. It seems that even a description of me didn't get you any where. I left you another present of mine. She was a good writer. Her books were always on the best sellers list. You think that after writing all those crime novels she would know better. Tisk tisk. Her hand being chopped off was her idea. Of course she never thought it would happen to her, but now she was able to live through the pain of one of her characters. Nevertheless my dear, your time is drawing near. I just hope that you realize that no one can stop the inevitable, not even you knight in shining armor.

Sincerely Yours

They both finished at the same time. Elliot was quick to say what he felt, "I swear to God Liv, I want to kill this son of a bitch with my own two hands." His fists were clenched. He turned to face the crime scene.

Olivia couldn't hold it down any longer, she was going to be sick. She hurried outside the penthouse without saying anything to Elliot. She rushed down the stairs and ran down to the door and kept running till she got to the alley. She threw up onto the ground. She reached for the wall and braced herself as breakfast came back to visit.

Tears came from her eyes and she felt as if her heart were going to leap out of her chest. While she was in the middle of throwing up she felt someone very familiar hold her hair back. She thought it could have been Elliot but for some reason she knew it wasn't him. After she was done throwing up she was instantly curious as to who was holding her hair. Then she felt the person pull her hair and pull her gun out of her holster and threw it. She was about the scream but he put his hand over her mouth. He pulled her farther down the alley and into a corner. She couldn't see anything because he was dragging her from behind. She could feel his breath on her neck as she cried muffled screams. He let go of her hair and started to talk but he still had his hand tight over her mouth. He had a voice distorter device so she couldn't hear his real voice.

"Now is not the time detective," said the distorted voice behind her, "but I just want to make clear that no matter where and when I can take you away at any time. There's no hiding." Olivia was still struggling against him. She then found what she was looking for, a foot. She quickly stomped hard on the top of his foot and then elbowed him in the ribs so that he would let go of his grip. She hoped that she could get a good glance at him when she spun around but his face was hidden with a ski mask. He was very careful not to let any curse words out. He then kicked her hard in the stomach. She felt the impact and instantly the wind was knocked out of her as she fell down onto the ground.

He then started to flee the scene. She got up quickly to run after him. He ran down the alley and turned to run down the street. She had never ran that fast before, she had to catch him so she could stop this madness right now. He then ran into a crowd of people. Her eyes lost him in the crowd. He must have slowed down and took off his mask because he was now lost in a crowd of many faces. She kept running and looking for him, but she couldn't find him. Olivia then felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly spun around and kicked the person who touched her. She then saw Stabler on the ground looking up at her with his hand in the air.

Olivia quickly bent down and gave her partner a hand to help him up. "You scared me Elliot!" She said breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry," he said as he grabbed his stomach where she kicked him.

"I almost had him," she yelled and threw her arms up in frustration.

"I know, I was running after you when I saw that you where chasing the guy," he said looking around, "I lost him the same time you did."

Olivia started to pace back and forth. She was livid and terrified at the same time. The guy could have killed her and she could have caught him. Elliot saw the panic in her face. He stopped her pacing by putting both hand on her shoulders and guided her out of the way of people on the sidewalk.

He then said in a quite voice, "What happened Liv, you're shaking." One of his hands went to her cheek.

"I-I couldn't stomach the crime scene any longer and I ran down to the alley to throw up. When I was throwing up someone held my hair back. At first I thought it was you but then I knew it wasn't. He took my gun and threw it and pulled me into the corner of the alley. He had a voice distorter and he was taking to me," she said looking blankly.

"What did he say?" Elliot's voice still stayed calm but his eyes got wider.

Olivia answered back in a shaky voice, "Um… he told me that my time was almost near and that no matter what the circumstance he would get me," she paused, "I then got away and he started to run."

Olivia was still shaking. Elliot grabbed her and held her in a full embrace. He wasn't going to let go until she could stop.

"I don't know if I'm shaking because I'm angry or terrified," she managed to muffle out.

"It's both Liv," he said in an assuring tone. He stared out into the street as he held her. Now Elliot felt sick. Even though it was during the day and she was with him she still was attacked. He didn't know how he was going to get him and her through this. All he knew is that right know he had to comfort Olivia.

A/N: I hope this chapter was better. I got it up as soon as I could. Hey Tina did I do a better job and describing? I hope so. Thanks for the constructive criticism.