A/N: Well, well, well… so you're back. You couldn't get enough from Kristen could ya? That's whatI thought...

Dickie's POV

I can't stand living with my mom and her new boyfriend, Rob. I just wanna… grab Rob by his throat and… choke him to death. He's not that bad, but… I don't know. I just can't stand him. He always has to get his way. He always picks the restaurant, always picks the movie. My mom doesn't get a say in anything. And she lets him act this way. And that's not the only bad thing about him. He's always bad-mouthing my dad. He doesn't even know him! But as far as I'm concerned, Dad's way better than Rob. The next time he does it, he's gonna have a problem… with me. Or not. He's like really… muscular. But I'll say something to him. Maybe I'll yell at him then see what he does. If he even tries to come near me, my dad will be hearing about it. I wonder what my mom would do if he hit me. She probably wouldn't even care. Rob has total control over her.

The next day…

I wake up and look at my clock. It's 11:45. God, I love summers. I get to sleep in. I get up and slowly walk downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and see Mom and Rob sitting on the couch. Great, it's a weekend. They don't have work. Maybe I'll just go to my dad's.

"Mom, can I go to Dad's today," I asked as I search for something to eat in the fridge. I just wanna get out of this place.

"I don't think he should go to Elliot's," Rob whispers. He was trying to be quiet but I could hear him.

"Yeah, I think I should go to my dad's," I say closing the fridge. God, I just wanna punch his face in.

"Don't talk to me like that," he says as he stands up from the couch. Whoa, he looks kinda crazy.

"I'll talk to you how ever I want. You're not my dad." What am I doing! Am I that stupid? His fists are clenched as he starts walking towards me. I kick him where it hurts and I start to run out of the house. Okay, maybe I could walk to Dad's. Hopefully it won't take very long.

2 hours later…

I finally make it to Manhattan and that takes way longer than you think. Now I just have to make it to Dad's apartment. As I walk down the street, I notice a van driving slowly behind me. I speed up and so does the van. This is so not happening. I take a detour through an alley. Oh my God. Never go through a dark alley when you think someone's following you! I take a look behind me. Nothing. Thank God. All of a sudden, something hits my head and I fall to the ground hard.

Elliot's POV

Wow, there is nothing on TV. I'm sitting on my couch trying to find something to do. Then my phone rings. Hopefully, it's Cragen with a case. I looked at the caller-I.D. What the hell does Kathy want?

"Hello," I answered.

"Elliot, is Dickie there?" Why would Dickie be here? You never let me see him.

"No. Why?" She better know where he is.

"A couple hours ago, he kicked Rob in the balls and ran out," she says bluntly. Good boy, Dickie. I hope you kicked him hard.

"Well, did you follow him?" Oh my God, if anything happens to him, I swear Kathy and this Rob guy better run… fast.

"No, but I figured he walked to your apartment. Before he left, he asked if he could go there." What is wrong with her!

"Kathy, you let him walked from Queens to Manhattan. He's only 13. What were you thinking?"

"I had to see if Rob was okay." Wow, she's saying all the wrong things. Sometimes I wonder why I ever married this bitch.

"Your son ran away and all you could think about is your little boyfriend. Maybe you should get your priorities in order, Kathy, or I'm suing for custody," I say angrily.

"Like you'll win." And with that she hung up on me. Great, now I have to go search for my son. Maybe Olivia will help.

Olivia's POV

My cell phone rings and I run into the kitchen to find it. Geez, where is it? Maybe I should keep it next to me at all times. I look around the kitchen and finally find it by the microwave. It's Elliot.

"Hey Elliot. What's up," I ask casually.

"Hey Liv," he says. "I need your help. Kathy, who was too worried about 'Rob', let Dickie run away to my apartment and we can't find him. Could you help me look for him?"

"Sure. I'm bored out of my mind here."

"Okay, I'll pick you up in twenty."

Dickie's POV

I finally wake up from the major blow to the head. Damn, that hurt. I look around the small space. There's three men standing around the chair I was tied to. One's fat and ugly; another's skinny and ugly. And the last one's just plain ugly. The fat one walks closer to me. I try to stay calm.

"So, Dickie Stabler, son of Detective Elliot Stabler, of SVU," he says walking around me. How does he know so much about me?

"Do you know Olivia Benson," the skinner one asks. I don't answer right away and he slaps me.

"Yes! I know her," I yell. This is so not cool! He nods.

"Great. That's exactly what we wanted."

"And what is it that you want," I ask. Hopefully he won't get mad and hit me again but I think I have a right to know why I'm here.

"We want Olivia… dead. Is that all right with you?"

"What did Olivia do to you," I ask. God, I'm being a total asshole right now. Yeah, Dickie, be an asshole to guys that can kill you in a second. That's smart.

"We were hired by someone who shall remain nameless to eliminate her because her fiancé has an unhealthy obsession with her."

"Who's this obsessive fiancé? Anyone I know?" Oh, God! They are so gonna kill me! I am totally scared. Maybe I don't show it but I'm fricking terrified! The man I was talking to glanced back at the other guy, who nodded.

"You know a Brian Cassidy," he asks.

A/N: I wanted to make it so every chapter was a new POV but my POV's aren't long enough but whatever. Should I continue? Am I wasting my time? I don't care if it's a bad review just do it!