A/N: Let's go with the typical "If you recognize it, it's not mine."

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, guys! I was on "vacation" (basically, did some house cleaning and went out to eat...it's not as bad as it sounds) and the computer was off limits. Anyway, I don't know what happened to my reviewers from the last few chapters, but thank you onetreefan, KaydenceRei, Unconscious-Regret, Kelly of the midnight dawn, MrsAbbyCarter, XxChelly, Neela149, solciss1, Livstrong2364, Alicat Sanders, and AliasCSINYFriendsER for reviewing last chapter. Everyone, please continue to review!

Kay, Kelly: Fess up. Which one of you challenged me to that "Baby Week" game on Or was it Cilla? (It has to be one of you three - you're the only ones who call me Essy) :D

solciss1: Haha. Sorry, no. :)

"Do you know how much I love you, Liv?"

Olivia's smile deepened. "How much?" she asked flirtatiously.

Elliot turned her around to face him. "This much," he whispered, as he gently kissed her. Olivia moaned slightly against his lips as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Olivia draped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, all thoughts about chopping the carrots forgotten.

"Police!"

Elliot's eyes snapped open. He was lying, sprawled on his back, a severe headache threatening to force him to close his eyes again. Behind him, he could hear officers swarming the building; shouts of "Clear!" rang throughout the area. Elliot heard a shout and then footsteps rushing towards him.

"Elliot!"

Elliot's eyes found Fin's. Fin had dropped to his knees beside Elliot and was quickly scanning his body for injuries. "Are you all right, man?"

Elliot blinked confusedly. "Fin…" he said as he struggled to sit up. Fin slowly helped Elliot get to his feet. "What are you doing here?"

"Bit of a nasty cut back there, Elliot," said Fin, examining the spot on the back of Elliot's head where he had hit the table.

Elliot shook Fin's hand off of him impatiently. "It's nothing. Why…" Elliot's voice caught in his throat as he noticed where he was. "Where's Olivia?" he asked, suddenly.

Fin bit his lip. "We were hoping you could tell us."

Elliot's eyes widened. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked sharply.

Fin looked uncomfortable as he shifted his feet. "She…didn't show up for work today. Do you have any idea where she could be?"

Elliot frowned. "Should I?"

Fin looked at Elliot with concern. "Can you – I mean, do you…remember what happened?"

Elliot furrowed his brow, trying to remember. He opened and closed his mouth several times before shaking his head slightly in disbelief. Fin looked at him sympathetically. "We were…making spaghetti," he whispered. "And then…"

"Then what, Elliot?" asked Fin urgently. "What happened next?"

Elliot's eyes widened in fear. "I don't remember."

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"Elliot," said Huang simply. He did not sound surprised to see the disheveled detective standing in the doorway. He nodded towards the chair opposite his desk. "Cragen said you would be here to see me," he said gently.

Elliot gave a half-nod, half-shrug. After Warner had checked out his head quickly, he had reported to Cragen, only to find out his boss was concerned about the memory loss. Elliot was ordered to see Huang as soon as possible – which for Cragen meant that afternoon. Elliot therefore found himself seated in Huang's office mere hours later.

"I can't remember, George," Elliot choked out, his voice breaking slightly.

Huang nodded. "The blow to the back of your head has caused some amnesia." He paused. "What's the last thing you do remember?"

"Making spaghetti," said Elliot dully.

Huang bit his lip. "I want to try something, Elliot." Elliot nodded. "Can you close your eyes for me?" Elliot did. "Who was cooking?"

"Olivia was," Elliot answered softly.

Huang leaned forward. "Do you remember what you were eating with the spaghetti?"

Elliot's brow furrowed. "I -"

"You do remember," interrupted Huang. "Was there garlic bread?"

Elliot faltered, and then shook his head.

"Salad?"

"Elliot, we're out of Caesar," she said disappointedly, turning to him.

"Want me to run to the store quick?"

"Would you?" asked Olivia gratefully. Elliot nodded and planted a quick kiss on her lips good-bye.

"Caesar," Elliot murmured. His eyes suddenly opened in the shock of the detail. "We were having Caesar salad, but…" He suddenly broke off, uncertain.

"Close your eyes," suggested Huang gently. "It'll come back to you.

"But we were out of dressing," finished Elliot, his eyes closed again. "So I went to the store to get more."

"Good, good," said Huang quietly, nodding, even though Elliot could not see him do it. "So you were having spaghetti with Caesar salad, but you were out of dressing so you, Elliot, went to the store to get more." Huang paused. "What happened when you got back?"

Elliot was silent for a long time as he struggled to remember. His fists clenched in frustration as the memory failed to come back to him. "Take your time, Elliot," Huang coached softly. "The memory won't come back if you force it to."

"I'm not trying to force it!" yelled Elliot. His eyes flew open in his anger and frustration. "I can't do this, George; I don't remember anything else! No amount of time is going to change that! Meanwhile, Olivia is out there somewhere – god knows where – god knows if she's still alive! And I'm sitting here, wasting my time when I could be looking for her!"

"Elliot," said Huang sharply, though still trying to calm Elliot all the same. "Elliot, listen to me, please. Cragen and John and Fin and Casey want to find Liv just as much as you do – and they're helping her right now. I know you want to be out there with them, but right now, you need to help yourself first." The words seemed to be making an impact on Elliot; his breathing slowed and he began to calm down. "We will find her, Elliot, I promise," said Huang. He sighed. "Are you ready to try again?" he asked softly.

Elliot nodded, sighing heavily. He closed his eyes, waiting for Huang to begin. "Okay," said Huang. "Envision the scene where you left for the store. What do you see?"

"I'll miss you," he murmured against her lips.

"Will you?" laughed Olivia as she pulled back from him. "You'll be gone for ten, maybe twenty minutes."

"When I'm away from you, twenty minutes seems like an eternity."

"I kissed her good-bye," said Elliot quietly. "I told her I missed her."

"Okay," said Huang as he took in the information. "Where's the store?"

"A couple blocks down from her apartment building," answered Elliot.

"Did you walk there?" asked Huang.

"Yes."

"What did you buy at the store?"

Elliot shrugged. "Just the dressing. I didn't want to dawdle."

Huang nodded. "Was Olivia in the kitchen when you returned to the apartment?"

"Liv?" called Elliot as he entered. "Liv, I'm back…Where are you?"

Elliot was struggling again, Huang could tell. "Don't force it, Elliot," he whispered. "It's coming; wait for it…wait for it…"

"Liv?" called Elliot as he entered. "Liv, I'm back…Where are you?" Elliot walked down the hallway and restrained himself from screaming when he saw the kitchen. The floor was splattered with the spaghetti sauce from when Olivia had thrown it at her attacker; blood was also plentifully staining the white tile. "Oh my god," he whispered to himself. "OLIVIA!"

"No," gasped Elliot. "No, she wasn't in the kitchen."

"Was there anything in the kitchen?"

"It was – it was a mess," Elliot narrated. "There was spaghetti sauce everywhere, mixed with something else…"

"Blood?" offered Huang. "Was the sauce accompanied by blood?"

Elliot paused, and then nodded. "I yelled for her – but she – didn't answer me."

"What did you do when she didn't answer you?" asked Huang urgently. "Did you look for her?"

Elliot nodded frantically. "Her gun was on the table. I picked it up and started running towards the bedroom."

"How did you know which room to go to?" inquired Huang curiously.

Elliot furrowed his brow.

Ring…ring…

"I'm sorry," said Huang suddenly. He opened his phone and turned off the ringer.

"That's it!" exclaimed Elliot suddenly. "I called her – her phone was ringing from the bedroom!"

"Liv?" he called softly. "Liv, are you in there?" Elliot pushed the door open and immediately received a blow to the side of his head as the man whacked him with the lamp post. Elliot staggered, but managed to stay on his feet as he seized his attacker and threw him up against the wall. "Where's Olivia?" he growled at the man. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?" Elliot yelled, lunging at the man.

"What happened in the bedroom?" asked Huang quickly. "What happened, Elliot?"

The man caught him and threw Elliot from him and to the ground. Elliot's head hit the edge of a hall table on his way down and he felt his world go black.

"That's it," he answered slowly, opening his eyes. "That's all there is."

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"And reports from the NYPD just came in this morning that Special Victims' Unit Detective Olivia Benson has been reported missing. Things are looking bad as the NYPD continues there search -"

"Abby," said Carter urgently, shaking her. "Abby, wake up!" Abby moaned and pulled the blanket over her head, blocking out Carter's loud voice. "Abby, wake up; Olivia's on the news!"

What?

Abby threw the covers off her in time to see a picture of Olivia flash up onto the screen. The caption below read in large white letters: DETECTIVE OLIVIA BENSON – MISSING

The newscaster didn't look nearly as grim as the news. "Anyone with information surrounding the whereabouts of Detective Benson should call the NYPD tip line directly."

The broadcast cut to a shot of the captain, who was addressing several cameras. "We don't know where Detective Benson is or who could have her. So far no ransom notes have been received; we can only hope she has a safe return to us-"

Carter turned off the TV with a click of the remote. "We have to talk to Captain Cragen," he said urgently. "We have to tell him about Bloomberg."

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Carter and Abby entered the precinct to find an ocean of chaos. Detectives ran around, scrambling to deliver messages as several more answered all the tip lines. Detective Munch spotted them as they walked further into the room.

Munch's normally twinkling eyes were dulled with worry. He greeted the two doctors solemnly. "I take it you've heard," he said quietly.

Carter nodded. "We need to speak to Captain Cragen - right away. We think we know who it could be."

Munch nodded, eyes widening. "I'll take you there immediately." He ushered them through the crowded room and led them to the captain's office.

Cragen was sitting at his desk looking overwhelmed and under lots of stress. He was rereading what appeared to be a card when Munch and the two doctors entered. His eyes widened when he saw Carter and Abby. He offered them a faint smile. "Fancy seeing you back so soon," he said grimly, dropping the card.

Munch noticed the blood red lettering of the card. "Is that a threat?" he asked, pointing to the card.

Cragen sighed and held it out for Carter and Abby to read. "We believe it's meant for you," Cragen said heavily, nodding towards Abby. She took it with shaking hands.

Dear Detective Benson, the card read,

I know you, though you may not know me. Someone you know is in grave danger. Just when you think you've won…remember that you haven't. I'll be watching you, and I suggest you do the same.

Carter frowned. "It sounds like he's threatening Olivia."

Cragen shook his head. "Look at the front."

Carter flipped the card over and he and Abby leaned into read it.

Something to put on her grave…

"It came with flowers," said Cragen.

Abby suddenly leapt to her feet. "I'm going to be sick," she groaned. Munch immediately came to her aid.

"Take her to the ladies' room, please," said Cragen. Carter's eyes followed them worriedly out the door.

"It means – Abby?" he whispered. Carter was beginning to feel sick himself.

Cragen nodded, sighing. "Dr. Huang – the psychiatrist – seems to think so. Have you any idea you could've sent it?"

"Yes," said Carter, remembering suddenly why he and Abby had come to the precinct. "Michael Bloomberg."

Cragen looked shocked. "Are you sure?"

Carter nodded grimly. "Abby and I treated his wife, Sydney. She died; the husband was very violent with Abby, I remember, after he found out." Cragen nodded, rubbing his forehead. "There's – something else, sir," he began hesitantly. Cragen looked up. "I received an anonymous call that said…apparently the man said that Jennifer was dead."

There was a loud noise from behind Carter. He whipped around in time to see the color drain from Elliot Stabler's face.

A/N: Please don't hate me, Kelly - it's not that much of a cliffhanger, is it? Or do I just think that because I already know what's going to happen? Anyway, next update will be on Friday or Saturday I think, and that will definitely end in some kind of cliffhanger as it will be the last until mid-July. Don't forget to review!