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Chapter 1.

3 Months ago.

Richard White looked through the glass window that was between him and his associate. His associate had the look of a cold killer, dark blue unlively eyes, a scar ran down the right side of his cheek, his hair was a dark brown and hung around his face. He had the look of experience, not exactly what you would call smart but he was cunning. A chilling smile came across Richards lips as he picked up the phone to listen. The man on the other side did the same and started to speak.

"We got her schedule, we know her friends, places she goes. After five years Rich, we consider her part of our family." Richards smile grew wider at the good news he was hearing. His plans were now beginning to take shape and ready to expand.

The man continued on, "She's been on edge since you've been sending her those letters. I don't think her partner knows about them though. She's to proud, won't show her fear that one."

Richard got a strange gleam in his eye. The woman thats been the main face of his dreams since he saw her. The woman that he thought of touching in unspeakable places. She gave him goosebumps on his arms just speaking her name. In his cell he'd draw pictures of her and hang them next to his bed. Before lights out he'd kiss her and imagained her taste in his mouth. The woman he couldn't let go. "Yeah thats Olivia Benson for you."

The man on the other side simply nodded and said "When do you want us to start?"

"When are you ready to?" asked Richard that sick smile still playing across his face.

Now it was time for the man to start smiling. Him and his team have been ready, they were just waiting for the word of Richard to begin. "Anytime now..."

An officer next to Richard signaled for him to wrap up his conversation. Richard nodded and hung up the phone. Before leaving the room he gave his visitor a wink and left.

Present Day.

Dear Olivia Benson,

You know you'll never forget me Liv..I'll always be waiting...and watching you. One day I'll get you and untill that day I want you to be scared. Scared to go outside, scared to call your friends and family. I know you better than most people do. I know that theres something inside you that you're afraid to let loose and that quite frankly turns me on. My dear Olivia you don't know how much I love you. Your clock is ticking..

Your Friend,

R.W.

Olivia Benson woke up chest heaving and breathing hard. She looked at her alarm clock to make out the fuzzy red numbers to be five o'clock. She sighed and sat up massaging her temples. Another dream plauged her sleep, another dream about her letters. Letters that were sent to her every January from the man that haunted her mind. The lastest letter had been sent two weeks before. There were five in all, as if to represent his time spent in prison. Five letters for five years up in Rikers. She couldn't go back to sleep now.

She got up and walked across her room to her dresser drawer. The drawer had five drawers in all. The first storing her panties and bra's, the sceond with socks and 'wear around the house shirts', the third contained sweatpants/gym wear. The bottom two didn't contain any clothes whatsoever. Olivia knelt down and pulled on the fourth drawer. Switchblades, pocket knives, waist,ankle, and shoulder holsters were piled neatly inside. Olivia pulled out a waist and ankle holsters along with a switchblade. She opened the fifth drawer to reveal a nice set of guns.

A .50 Desert Eagle handgun, layed next to her standard issue .38. The next one was .40 handgun and last but not least was her sawed off shotgun. It took her a long time to save up for these guns. Anything that felt that would keep her safe from... Olivia shook her head and picked out her .50 (auto) handgun. She got dressed in a pair of heavy sweats with her gun and blade holstered.

Olivia never told anyone about the letters and never planned to. She didn't want the squad to worry and put her on desk duty or worse...paid leave.Not even her partner Elliot knew, for if he did, theres no doubt in her mind that he would go the extra mile to keep her safe. She admitted to herself that she didn't feel safe going outside with nothing.With her gun and blade at her side, it was all she needed. Even if she was just going out for a jog on a freezing, Feburary, New York morning.

As Olivia was getting into her car, one hundered yards away sat a white cargo van.The man that visted Richard three months ago, elbowed his partner that was snoring next to him. The man had been watching the monitors that were set outside Olivia place and watched as she got into her car. "Eh Tank, tell Marcus to wake his ass up and start moving."

Tank blinked a couple times not fully understanding what the man just said. After all it was early in the morning. "What...Why?"

"Shes on the move now tell Marcus before I fuck you up!"

"Yeah whatever J.B..." Tank turned to the front where the driver, Marcus, was sound asleep. He knocked at the small window that was between the front and back. "Wake up Marc operation "To early in the morning for this shit" is in motion."

Marcus sat up and started the van. Marcus was the quiet and young one, still wet around the ears as most would say. He was small but that didn't hold him back. He was a specialist in firearms anything he could get his hands on. He was all about loyalty and his loyalty to J.B. was undying. J.B. had found him on the streets when he was younger and took him in his care. For that he was truly grateful. His motto was: "Motherfuckers without loyalty, don't deserve to live." He lived and would die by that rule.

J.B. started loading his .45 ACP. " Look on the brightside boys..we'll be getting paid in no time."

"We better be paid a shit load," Tank mumbled and gave a yawn. Tank unlike J.B. and Marcus was huge, not huge as in fat but as in fit. A womans dream man, tall, dark,handsome with dark green eyes. Most people when they see Tank think all bronze and no brains. He had the brains alright, even if he didn't want to show it. Anything he did was for the thrill. Once he set out to do something, he would finish.

"Will get her.." said J.B. a slither of determinaton in his eyes.

"If you say so J.B. if you say so..."

Olivia parked her car next to the sidewalk close to the entrance of Central Park. The Van parked across the street at a Starbucks.

"You boys wake up and get you some coffee while I'll take care of the lovely Ms. Besnon." J.B. said while exiting out the back of the van to follow Olivia.

As J.B. left, Tank said "Twenty bucks says he'll come back empty handed." Marcus looked up in his rear view mirror and gave a grin.

She started out with a slow jog which got the juices in her legs flowing. Fifteen minutes into the jog she picked up the pace, small clouds coming out of her mouth. A mile into her run she felt a painful stich at her side. She stoped, put her hands on her head, and took deep breaths while walking.

'Come on Liv, I know it's been a while but you can do this push yourself...' She started back up again making her way down hill. She watched as the still icey waters of the lake and frosted trees go by. ' There you go 'Liv PUSH...!'

A bullet whizzed by her head hitting a near by tree. Out of instinct Olivia dove behind a tree already pulling out her gun. 'Who was that..' She peaked around the tree but pulled back just as fast as another bullet came her way.

"Great all I wanted to do is go out for a jog.." she mumbled to herself. She heard approaching footsteps come her way less than fifty yards.

"Come out Olivia...I came to play," came the voice of J.B. his eyes searching the surrounding area of trees and ground. Olivia not wanting panic to control her mind at the sound of this guy knowing her name, quickly came up with a plan. She reached down and picked up a rock. She threw it off to her right hoping it would distract her attacker. It was the oldest trick in the book but it was not as if there was someone to help her. She was alone.

J.B. heard the rock land and started walking, gun arm out, towards the area where the sound came from. Olivia peeked around the tree and saw the mans back. She lifted up her gun and slowly walked towards him. He was wearing a black overcoat and black pants. ' A typical killer straight out the movies.' Olivia thought.

"FREEZE! PUT THE GUN DOWN AND SLOWLY PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" J.B. stoped in his tracks and did what he was told. "NOW SLOWLY WITH YOUR HANDS STILL RAISED WALK BACKWARDS TOWARDS ME!" J.B. walked backwards without a thought of worry crossing his mind. He was going to get out of this situation one way or another and was not going to let this woman beat him. "STOP RIGHT THERE!"

As J.B. stoped three feet in front of her, Olivia cautionly moved foward gun raised. " Who are you?" J. B. didn't reply but a smirk came upon his face. Olivia stoped a foot away from his back.

"If I tell you would you give me a kiss?" Without warning J.B. swung his arm back making contact with Olivia's gun, knocking it out of her hands. With a blink of an eye he punched her in jaw making her fall back. J.B. looked on the ground and picked up a thick stick. "It truly is more fun without guns." He raised his stick and brought it down connecting with the the frost covered grass for Olivia quickly rolled to her left. She got on her feet, arms raised in a combat stance.

"Oh lady wants to play." J.B. thrust the stick forward at her stomch and Olivia moved back hitting a tree. J.B. came forward aiming for Olivias' head. She ducked and saw an opportunity to lower the mans defenses. She kicked him in the balls and watched as he droped the stick.

"You bitch!" he gasped while holding his crotch. Getting pissed now J.B. lunged at her underestimating the svu detctive. Olivia reached for her ankle holster and pulled out her switchblade. As he came at her Olivia pushed the button on the handle. An eight and a half inch blade appeared. Olivia taking no time to think stabbed the blade in the mans upper left thigh. J.B. droped to his knees, screaming in pain. There was no one to hear him besides a couple of bums sleeping close by.

"Theres no way I'd kiss you, bastard." Olivia said running off.

J.B. opened up the door to his van and hopped inside holding his thigh. "The stupid bitch..I'll kill her.."

Tank gave a small smile before saying "Hey Marc you owe me a twenty!"

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