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Second, I would like to appoligize for it taking so long to post Chapter 2, sorry about that.

Third, I know this chapter is longer than the first , but it's really good.

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St. Catherine's Hospital – June 4, 2005 12:30am

Olivia stepped off the elevator and into the all too familiar floor of the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. She walked down the corridor, stopped at the nurses' station and showed the nurse behind the desk her badge. "Detective Benson, Special Victims. Is Dr. Hanson around?"

"She's in room 422 with your victim." The nurse said as she pointed down the hall.

"Thanks." Olivia said, pushing off the desk and heading down the hall. She rounded the corner and nearly collided with the good doctor herself.

"You trying to put me in the hospital too Detective?" Dr. Hanson joked while re-organizing her files.

"Sorry Janet. It's just been one of those days."

Dr. Hanson checked her watch. "How can you already have had 'one of those days' when we're only thirty-two minutes into it?"

Olivia shook her head. "I don't know, but this call certainly didn't help."

The doctor apologized as they began to walk down the hall she had just come from. Olivia got out her notepad and pen. "So, what have we got?"

"Approximately sixteen year-old Caucasian female brought in at 10:45 last night unconscious and unresponsive. Once she was stabilized and once I began my evaluation, I found a large contusion on the back of her head."

"Doctor." The nurse who had been sitting behind the desk interrupted as she walked towards them. She handed the doctor a file and without a word walked right back down the hall and out of view.

Dr. Hanson thanked her and opened the file as they continued their walk. Once they reached room 422,she had found what she was looking for. "Well, that would do it."

"Do what?" Olivia questioned.

"Knock her out." Olivia gave her a questioning look. "Versed." Olivia was still confused. "Her tox screen shows heavy amounts of Versed in her system. Versed is a paralyzing drug, which would explain why she had no defensive marks. All the perp would have to do is give her enough every few hours and she wouldn't be able to move or speak."

Olivia looked through the window at the girlwho isher next case. "So in other words she wouldn't have been able to fight back."

"She wouldn't have had a snowball's chance in hell. And with the amount in her system, I'd say she was in a coma for a good two days before she was brought here."

Olivia looked back at the doctor. "She's in a coma?"

"Yeah." Dr. Hanson answered simply. "But that didn't stop the perp from beating her up anyway."

"What'd her do to her?"

"Well" The doctor began. "Aside from the contusionon theback of her head, he let her get some pretty nasty infections from using dirty needles to inject the versed. I would say that she hasn't had anything to drink in about a week and hasn't eaten in five to seven. Which makes me think that she was kidnapped around that time too. Add in a broken left wrist, minor concussion, being in a come, vaginal bruising and a positive rape kit and you got yourself Jane Doe #583."

Olivia cringed at hearing 'Jane Doe'. This poor girl went through way too much to be labeled Jane Doe #583. This girl has a life, a family and a name somewhere. She cleared her throat and vowed to think of a real name for the girl later. "I would appreciate a copy of her file as soon as you're finished."

"Sure thing detective."

Olivia thanked the doctor and walked into the room.

"Detective." The doctor called just as she was about to close the door. 'You know,' Olivia thought. 'I am getting really sick of not being able to get through a door without someone needing something.' She stepped out of the room, but just enough so that she could hear the doctor.

"I know you have to take pictures and everything, but she's due in surgery in fifteen minutes."

"Why?"

"Ruptured spleen." With that she walked away, leaving Olivia alone with the girl.

Oliviaentered the room and closed the door without any interruptions and got her first good look at the girl. It wasn't as bad as she expected, but it wasn't as good as she would have liked. Olivia's first thought was to a china doll she had when she was a little girl. She was just lying there one the bed being kept alive by at least half a dozen machines, if you take away the machines, she did look like her doll.

The doll was made out of a pale, pale porcelain, pretty much the same color of the girl's skin. She went over and touched her forehead. "Yep, she was a fever." Her skin was sunken and clammy too. "Has to be dehydrated." Without even thinking, she lifted up each of the girl's eyelids, green eyes. Her doll had green eyes. The only difference was their hair color. The doll's hair matched Olivia's, where the girl's was a mix between caramel and honey brown. Oh, and the fact that that one was a doll and the other was an actual human being.

"What was her name?" Olivia asked herself. 'Oh, well' She thought. 'This isn't the time for a trip down memory lane.'

A few pictures later and Olivia was almost finished. "Alright sweetie, smile for the camera." She took the last picture she needed, but she couldn't bring herself to leave. For some strange reason, she felt an odd connection to the girl. She put the camera down on the bed, pulled a chair over to the bed, sat down and just stared at the girl. "How do I know you?" She knew she couldn't answer, but she was more asking herself anyway. 'Knock it off Liv. She's just another victim in another case…I just need to convince myself of that.'

"Know who?" Elliot asked as he entered the room holding two cups of coffee. He held one out to Olivia. "I still can't understand how you drink that stuff."

"Thanks." Olivia ignored his comment. Another one of her ways to cope with Alex's 'death' was to drink her favorite kind of coffee. Before Alex left, Olivia drank her coffee black with an occasional sugar packet or two if she needed an extra jolt. But now, she refused to drink any coffee other than Alex's chosen favorite of French vanilla.

"Liv." Elliot called, snapping her out of a daze.

Olivia snapped her head up. "Yeah?"

Elliot looked at her as if she had just forgot an important piece of information. "You haven't answered my question."

"Sorry." She said, looking back at the girl and deliberately not answering his question.

Elliot sat down in the chair next to Olivia. "Are you okay?"

She took a sip of coffee before answering, as she tried to think up a response, but then she realized that this was Elliot she was talking to. They were partners and like it or not, he would be able to tell if she was lying. "I know her Elliot, I swear I do….I just can't place her.

He looked at the girl. "Well, I don't think she's going anywhere anytime soon, so you'll have plenty of time to think about it." It didn't sound like he had meant it to, but she knew what he was saying.

"I'm sorry detectives," Dr. Hanson said as she entered the room. "But she needs to be prepped for surgery."

They both silently got up and headed out the door, but Olivia stopped to speak with the doctor. She reached into her coat pocket, got out a business card and handed it to the doctor.

"I'll call you as soon as she's out of surgery."

"Thank-you." She nodded and headed down the hall to join Elliot at the nurses' station, where he was talking with the nurse.

"And the rape kit?" He asked as he took the brown paper bag the nurse handed him.

"Already sent to the lab."

One Police Plaza Crime Lab - June 4, 2005 2am

The lab was quiet, which wasn't surprising given the time, but it was still eerie.

"This had better be good." The disgruntled lab technician complained a he entered the room.

"Oh, come on Scott." Elliot joked.

"Not happy to see us?" Olivia asked seductively as she made her way over to the computer Scott just sat down at. Elliot stifled a laugh. It was no secret that Scott had a huge crush on Olivia. It was painfully obvious to anyone who was ever in the same room with them. But, unfortunately for poor little Scott and fortunately for Olivia, he had no idea about her preference to women. 'Might as well use it to my advantage.' Elliot must have thought the same thing because he suddenly became very quiet. 'Work your magic Liv.'

"What do you guys need now?" Scott asked.

"Come one Scott don't be that way." Olivia instructed seductively. Within a matter of seconds, he was in the palm of her hand and she was back in detective mode. "Now, we need her stuff tested and lifted for prints and DNA." She took the bag from Elliot and put it on the table next to the rape kit. "And we need her rape kit tested and run through the system."

Scott remained silent for a minute while he stared at what could possibly be quite a few hours of work. He sighed and asked, "When do you need this done by?"

SVU Squadroom - June 4, 2005 2:30am

Olivia sat alone, yet again, in the empty SVU squadroom. Elliot was staying at the lab so that he could bring their victim's things to the squadroom as soon as the lab tech was done with them. Which, thanks to Olivia, wouldn't be very long. So, in the meantime, Olivia was looking through Missing Persons.

"Alright….female..Caucasian…14-17 years old….approximately 5'6''….green eyes….light brown hair." She recited to herself as she typed the requirements into the Missing Persons Database. "Wow." Over 200 matches. "Okay" She said, getting more comfortable. "New York Only." 42 matches. Still a lot, but certainly more manageable than 200. "Alright, what else do we have?" She looked at her notepad for anything she wrote down that may be considered helpful. "Ears double pierced….small scar between her middle and ring fingers on her left hand….another small scar on the back of her left heel….large scar below her right knee….two small freckles just below her left cheek bone."

-1 Hour Later-

"Find her yet?" Elliot asked as he strolled into the squadroom, with the same bag that he had brought to the lab earlier.

"No." Olivia answered, frustrated. "I'm double checking now. And then I'll triple check and quadruple check." As she always does when she's upset, Olivia was now pacing. "But it's not going to make a damn bit of difference because she's not in here. I read every single letter of every single word on over 200 reports and not one, not even one single report comes anywhere near matching Ella."

Elliot snapped his head up. "Wait, who's Ella?"

Olivia calmed down and sat back down across from Elliot. "Jane Doe #583." She took a deep breath. "I had this doll when I was about 9 or 10." A tear rolled down her cheek, but this time she made no effort to wipe it away. "The porcelain that she was made of is the same color of our victims skin and she had these vibrant green eyes." Another tear rolled down her cheek. "Just like out victims."

Elliot filled in the blanks. "And her name was Ella."

"Yeah." Olivia admitted as she wiped her eyes. "And she just been through way too much not to have a name."

Neither spoke for a few seconds. "How do you know her Liv?"

"See Elliot that's just the thing. I have absolutely no clue." She paused for a moment as she examined the key chain on the girl's backpack that was just sticking out of the brown paper bag Elliot had placed on his desk. It was a horse, encompassed in a heart. "You know, I might not even know her. Maybe she just reminds me of someone I know…or used to know."

Elliot nodded. He knew that Olivia knew this girl from somewhere. She was just feeding him the crap about Ella reminding her of someone to get him not to ask questions. He could take a hint. So, he sat down at his desk and emptied the contents of the bag. Out of the bag came a multi-colored backpack with the initials 'MPJ' embroidered on it and a black pocketbook with a big 'M' on it in the same pastel colors as her backpack.

"The lab find anything?" Olivia asked as she took the purse. These are just somethings in a girls purse that a guy is not meant to see.

"I didn't stick around long enough to find out.He kept her clothes and jewelry for tests and I figured that we could look through her other stuff whilehe's doing that and then go back for the results later when we go to get the results from the rape kit. And I'm hoping that she'll have something here that will tell us who she is."

"Good idea." Olivia nodded as she opened the purse and dumped its contents out onto her desk. "Lip gloss, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, a compact, lotion, body spray, a cell phone and a set of keys. Nothing unusual for a teenage girl.' The she unzipped the inside pocket and pulled out a picture envelope.

"Anything good?"

She answered as she opened the envelope and took the pictures out. "No, not really. Just the typical teenager stuff…and a few pictures."

Elliot took his attention off the backpack and walked over to Olivia's desk. "Pictures? They have a date on them?"

She looked through the pictures. "Not the date they were taken, but-" She flipped one of the pictures over and found the development date. "They were all developed on April 20th."

Elliot flipped through a calendar Olivia had sitting on her desk. "That about six weeks ago. It fits the time frame. The doctor said five to seven weeks right?"

Olivia nodded as she continued to look through the pictures. Some were just of the victim, a few were of her and a horse, but the majority of them were of her with a group of girls, who looked about her age, at different places.

"Pretty horses." Elliot said as he saw a picture of Ella, two other girls and three horses.

Olivia looked at him skeptically.

"What? Kathleen went through a horse phase. But judging by the height of those jumps, I'd say that this girl didn't just go through a horse phase. I'd guess that she's been riding for at least a few years."

Olivia examined the picture a little closer. All three girls were wearing show-riding gear, with their helmets in the crooks of their arms and the horses' reins in their hands. The horse that Ellahad was a Palomino Paint Horse that had a blue ribbon on its bridal. The girl to Ella's left was a little taller than her with blonde hair and was holding the reins to a black and white Paint Horse with a yellow ribbon on its bridal, and the girl to Ella's right was about Ella's height with dark brown hair and she was holding the reins to a chestnut Paint Horse that had a red ribbon on its bridal. She put that picture aside and continued flipping through the rest of the pile.

Elliot picked up the photo envelope in hopes that there would be an address of where she got them developed. No such luck. But there was one picture stuck to the inside that Olivia missed. He carefully unattached the picture and took it out of the envelope. "Liv, look at this."

Olivia took the picture. This picture was different than all of the others. In this one, Ella was sitting on a bench holding a baby. She wasn't really sitting though, she had her feet up on the bench and was leaning on the older girl sitting next to her, who in turn, had her arms around Ella. Behind them was an older woman, possibly their mother, and she was leaning on the bench with an arm on each side of the girls. "Family Picture?" She asked. It had to be. They were all wearing outfits with a matching pattern, just in different colors. Ella was in a light purple sundress, the older girl was in a light pink sundress, the woman was in blue and the baby was in a pale yellow ruffled dress, complete with matching booties and a headband with a flower.

"Could be." Elliot said. "Ella, mom, older sister…..do you think the baby's hers?"

"Could be or she could be her little sister."

"The baby only looks a couple of days old." Elliot added. "And no one in that picture looks like they just had a baby."

"Well you can't really see the woman. She's behind the girls."

"Trust me." Elliot began. "I have four and Kathy didn't look like that a few days after any of them were born." He looked at his watch. "Well, it's after 3. I'm heading home. Don't stay too late."

"I won't."

Once he was gone, Olivia put everything back into the purse, except the pictures, and opened the backpack. 'Notebooks, folders, schoolbooks, agenda book, calculator and a bunch of pens and mechanical pencils. Oh, how very exciting.' She opened up the books, hoping to find her name or school written somewhere in them. But nothing that would help was written. "Spanish II, French II and German II? What teenager takes three languages at the same time?..And I thought taking two languages over the course of four years was tough." She looked closer at the books. They were brand new and had no writing on or in them whatsoever. "She has to go to a private school. Public school books don't stay this clean for long." And the fact that Ella still had the books, even though it was summer break, and that she took German, when none of the public schools that she knew of offer German as a language, added to her suspicions. "Wait a minute." She sorted through the pictures in search of the picture of Ella and the group of girls in uniforms. "Bingo." She looked closer at their uniforms and saw that there was a school crest on their blazers. She could tell that there were letters on it, but she couldn't make them out. "Damn it!"