Just wanted to say that most of the credit for this story should go to SVUNUT85 who came up with the idea one day and the basic plot line. All Augusta had to do was fill in the blanks and come up with a few original characters. So, thanks SVUNUT85.

Chapter 2:

December 2003, Staten Island

Todd Saxon turned up the volume on this television in his hotel room. He'd been a free man for a week now and still found it hard to believe he was finally out. All through his incarceration he kept up his plea of innocence and was on his best behavior. It had paid off. Instead of the full sentence, he'd gotten off with five years.

He laid his head back and enjoyed the sound of freedom. Because of his inattention to his surroundings, Todd didn't realize his window was open and that someone had crawled through and was now pointing a gun at his forehead.

"This is for my little girl."

BANG--

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Olivia stood over the body, impassive. The homicide detective on site was momentarily occupied talking to an officer about something or the other.

"I know it's not a SVU case, but when I recognized the vic's name, I thought you'd like to know." The detective explained.

"Yeah, thanks."

Before she could continue with more mindless chatter, her phone decided to ring. "Benson."

"Hey, Liv."

"Enjoying your day off, Elliot?"

She heard him lean away from the phone and call for Dicky. A few seconds later a large, wet raspberry was blown in her ear.

"That good, huh?"

"Actually, the kids are great. Kathy still hates my guts though."

"Sorry."

"Why are you sorry? It's not your fault. But, as to why I called. Did I hear your message right? Todd Saxon's dead?"

"Yeah. Warner figures it was around two this morning."

"CSU find anything?"

She looked at the plastic bag in her hand. "Slug in the wall. Looks like a .45."

"Any leads?"

"Nope."

"Hey, weren't Christine Century and Julia Anderson's dads jar-head, Navy boys?"

"Elliot…"

"They probably own a couple .45's. We should talk…"

"ELLIOT!"

"What?"

"Turn off the cop and go play with your kids. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Fill me in then?"

"Yes! Now go."

"Bye."

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January 2004, Manhattan

Elliot tossed the thin folder on his desk and slumped in his chair. "This is ridiculous. We should already have David Century and Michael Anderson in lockup for murder."

"Problem is, they both have an alibi." Fin said.

John propped his feet on his desk and looked at his partner over his glasses. "Yeah, each other."

Olivia reached across the two desks and grabbed the folder, dropping it in a box marked 'UNSOLVED' to be placed in the police archives. "I know guys. But we did everything we could."

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Chapter 3 should be up soon. Keep reviewing and we'll try to keep posting.

Oh, and also:

Csismylove: Glad to hear there's other fanatics out there like us.

Jessica Summers: Patience is a virtue. All will be revealed…eventually.

MyBella131: Elliot and Olivia don't actually get to Vegas till Chapter 5.