After a while, Benson and Stabler realized there was nothing more they could do for Emily from the hospital. When they arrived back at the precinct, A.D.A. Casey Novak was waiting for them.

"Good news," she said. "We've received a blanket search warrant for Emily's home."

They had been unable to search the home, because the attack had occurred outside, and Emily's parents were not official suspects. Thankfully, things had changed.

Stabler snatched the warrant.

"Thanks, Casey," he said. "What about protective custody?"

Casey shook her head.

"Unfortunately, there are no grounds for that at this time. Search the house, and if you find something, we can proceed from there."

Benson and Stabler turned around and headed out their door, on the way to Emily's house. When they arrived, no one was home. They had brought Munch and Fin with them, as backup. Fin went around to the back, in case anyone tried to run, and Munch stayed in the hall, just inside the door. They didn't want to chance that someone would come home, see them, and run away.

Stabler searched the upstairs, and Benson took the downstairs. For the most part, it was a regular house, not in very good condition, but livable. It wasn't too dirty. Searching around the kitchen, Benson found something very interesting.

"Bingo," she said. She found the father's crack pipe - grounds for moving Emily into some sort of protective custody, until her father could be cleared of the attack.

Upstairs, Stabler had found Emily's room. Glancing around the room, he saw a "Bratz" doll, and a few assorted toys laying about. A typical 11 year old girl's room. But suddenly, he heard something.

"Emily, is that you?" squeaked a tiny, high-pitched voice.

"Who said that!" demanded Stabler. He headed into the direction of the voice. Just then, Benson appeared at the door holding the crackpipe in a plastic bag.

"Who were you talking to?" she asked.

Elliott put his finger to his lip, gesturing Olivia to remain quiet. Silently as a fox, he tiptoed over in the direction of the voice. He came upon a dollhouse. The voice had definately come from inside. Quick as a flash, he grabbed the house and flung it open. Elliott and Olivia could never have in their wildest dreams imagined what they would see next.

Inside the doll house, shivering with fear, was a small blue creature. It looked humanoid, 2 arms, 2 legs. It stood erect on 2 feet, and wore white pants, a white hat, and white shoes. It stared at them with wide eyes.

"Are - are you friends of Emily?" it asked.