Chapter 6.

10:00 a.m.

"I can't believe you lost her Marc!" yelled a very angry J.B. as he opened the door to the van and steped out into the fresh air. They were parked at a gas station, thinking of what to do next. "Damnit we fucking had her..."

Tank came out after J.B. and leaned up against the van. He had a "I told you so look" on his face. Marc came out the driver side looking like a child who just got in trouble. He looked down at the ground his hands deep in his pockets.

"So what do we do now genuis?" asked Tank.

J.B. glared at him for he had no clue what to do next. "She probably got rid of the car and phone by now..."

"So we find her using our heads. We look at her contacts and see who she might talk to. From there we play the game smart." He smiled and patted Marc on the shoulder. "Don't worry kid, you'll have next time. Meanwhile we need to go to J.B.'s for further planning."

"Who made you boss?" asked J.B. as he folded his arms across his chest.

Tank rolled his eyes in annoyance, "When your way took a turn south."

11:50 a.m.

Sam Emerson sat comfortably in his recliner watching the CNN news. To most people Sam Emerson looked like a grumpy, lonely, old man. Sam was none of those things, well he was indeed getting old, it showed on his face. He had the look of a man who seen to many bad things in his life. Most people didn't know he was a retired police officer. So when someone knocked at his door he automatically reached for his gun, which he kept with him at all times. He got up and stood by the door.

"Who is it?" Sam asked in a husky voice from years of smoking. His hand tightened on the handle of his gun.

"It's Benson," came Olivia's voice from the other side of the door. Olivia knew Sam back when she was a rookie. He was the captain of her old squad. Sam saw something in Olivia know one else did. He saw a rare determination in her that he saw in none of the other rookies. She worked hard on each case having the rest squad trying to keep up with her. Sam retired once Olivia transferred to SVU, the two keeping in touch.

Sam opened up his door just enough for his face to show. He had to see if it was really Olivia, you really couldn't be to safe.

"Hey 'Liv what brings you to this dump?" Sam now opened his door fully. He looked down at her bag with curiosity.

"I need your help..."

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"...So basically your in a world of shit." Said Sam pouring her some tea. He sat down at his kitchen table and poured himself a cup. "Whats your next move?"

"I was hoping you let me stay here for the night? If you don't mind?"

"Sure 'Liv anything for you. You can sleep on the pullout couch. But what I want to know is whats your plan Meaning what are you going to do to stop these attempts on your life?"

"I don't know Sam, so far I've been taking one situation at a time. They might know I'm here..."

"So lets use that to our advantage," Sam said causing Olivia to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

6:45 p.m.

"Detective Stabler... 'Liv are you alright?" Elliot said as he leaned back in his chair in relief. The squad room was remotely empty now. It was a boring day nothing but more paper work. All day he sat anxiously waiting for Olivia call, he was starting think something happened to her.

"I'm fine...I'm staying with a friend."

"It's good to know your okay-"

"For now," Olivia finished for him. "Look I can't talk much longer. I'll call if something new comes up. Okay?"

"Yeah sure."

"Bye El..."

"Goodnight."

Olivia hung up wishing more than anything that he was with her right now. 'I would feel a lot better...'

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At ten Olivia said goodnight to Sam and laid down on the pullout. She couldn't sleep something didn't feel right. She made it through the day without any encounters.'I know these guys don't give up easily.They're probably planning to blow up the squad... What a fucking sense of humor 'Liv.'

She looked at the green numbers of a digital clock. 'Ah come on it's only 10:30.' Olivia closed her eyes and fell asleep, hoping not to be woken up by one of her nightmares.Instead she woke up to Sam's voice, gently shaking her. She looked back at the clock to see it was only 11:30. 'One hour is what I get!'

"Olivia grab your gun and hide in the bathroom quick," Sam said in a whsiper. Olivia asked no questions and did what she was told. As she left Sam turned his attention to the door, gun in hand.

"Who is it?"

"NYPD. I need to ask you a few questions and ask permisson to search your apartment."

Sam opened his door few inches revealing a uniformed cop. "Badge." The officer showed Sam his badge. "What can I do for you officer?"

"We got a tip that someone in this complex might be holding a suspect. Do you mind if I search your place?"

"Not at all officer." Sam let the officer in and turned on the light.

At once the officer noticed the pullout couch,"Whose staying with you sir?"

"A friend of mine from out of town is staying with me."

"Where is this friend?" the officer said turning to face Sam.

"Oh he's at a bar having a couple of drinks." The officer nodded and continued his search.

Olivia was laying down in the tub, gun in hand. She pulled the shower curtain around the tub hoping this would do. Footsteps came in the room and a light switched on. The steps came closer to the tub. Olivia could see the shadow of the officer reaching to pull on the curtain.

"Hey asshole your badge is fake." Said Sam from the doorway. The next thing Olivia heard was a body hitting the tile floor with a loud thud. She quickly got up, pushed the curtain aside and pointed her gun down at the officer.

"Sam you got his gun?"

"Sure do..."

Olivia climbed out of the tub but kept her gun trained on the fake officer. "Whats your name!" She bent down and put her gun to his head. "Your one of the bastards trying to kill me. Give me your name.. now!"

"Marc my name is Marc."