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3:17

3:18

3:19

The red numbers glared at Olivia as she stared at them without blinking. She sighed and rolled over. It was hard to sleep because she had yet to absorb all the information Cragen had given her. And then she had been to the crime scene…she shuddered.

Finally, at 3:43, Olivia decided to give up on sleeping. She hoped that Elliot, who had insisted he sleep over on her couch, was still up. Luckily, he was.

"I didn't know you were a Cheers fan."

Elliot jumped out of his seat, "Liv, you scared me. I didn't know you were up."

"Yea, well, did you really expect me to sleep after today."

"You're right," he said as he rubbed his eyes trying to remove that days' images from his mind. "And, as a matter of fact, I am a Cheers fan. I wish people would yell my name when I walk in a room the way they do Norm's."

Olivia threw a couch pillow at him. "You are so cocky."

Elliot laughed. After a couple moments of silence, he asked her, "Do you want to talk about it?"

She just stared at the ground for a long while, her hands playing with a loose thread on the arm of the couch. Finally, she let out the breath she'd been holding.

"He'd been following me my whole life, El. There were pictures on that wall of me taking my first steps at the park and my school pictures. There were even pictures of me working. I can't help but think that if my mother had died when I was still a kid would I have lived the same life as Amelia? I knew he'd been following me because Margaret Leaverson told me that at the hospital, but I didn't know it was to this extent. This is ridiculous. I am a NYPD detective! I should have noticed someone following me! It just makes me so angry!"

"We're often oblivious to the things that happen in our own lives. Besides, there were no hints that you should have been extra careful of your surroundings."

"I know you're right. It…I don't know. I am so angry and scared and sickened. I think it was better that I never knew who my father was than to know that he knew me," and with that, Olivia began to cry.

"Come here." Olivia scooted over and let Elliot put his arms around her as she cried herself to sleep. Elliot was glad that they had been taken off the case. She didn't need to be around this right now. Cragen had taken Elliot off the case so he could be there for Olivia and help back her up in case this psycho did try something.

11:08 am

"COME ON DOWN! YOU'RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT ON THE PRICE IS RIGHT!

Olivia jumped from her sleep. She didn't expect the TV to be on. Then she realized she'd fallen asleep on her couch, and she could smell the scent of French Vanilla roasted coffee coming from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead," Elliot said as he carried two coffee mugs over to the couch.

" The Price is Right? Really, El?"

"Well, it's your TV," he said as he tossed her the remote. She quickly changed the channel to Dr. Phil. He just looked at her and rolled his eyes.

"What are you going to do with your day off, Detective Benson?"

"Well, I wish I was working. I'm glad that Cragen let you have time off too so I won't be myself…not that I can't take care of myself mind you, but it is nice to have company."

Just then, Elliot's phone rang. "Are you kidding me..? Stabler. Uh huh. Okay, good. Okay… not so good. Yep. Yea. Alright. I'll tell her."

He hung up. "Tell me what?"

"Well," he said as he picked up his coffee cup and leaned against the back of the couch. "Amelia's been released from the hospital. She went home with her grandmother and she's got protective detail. But, they still haven't found him yet; however, Cragen would like us down at the house."

"Why? We're not working the case, we're caught up on our paperwork, and we have the day off."

"Everyone knows he looks after you like a father would a daughter. I just think he'd feel better if he could keep on eye on you too."

1:00 pm

Elliot and Olivia showed up at the house. They went to Cragen's office to let them know they were there.

"How you holding up, Liv?"

"I'm okay today. I was thinking about visiting Amelia later, if that's all right. It wouldn't mess up the case, would it?"

"No, I think it would be alright. Just take Elliot with you. First, though, go out there and let Munch and Fin fill you in on the details of the case. Since he is your father, Olivia, I think you have a right to know."