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Olivia came back into the living room with two mugs of coffee and set one down on the coffee table. Elliot looked at it warily, relieved when she didn't ask him to drink it. She sat back against the cushions and sipped the hot beverage slowly.

"It's pretty gross out today," she said. "What do you say we act like couch potatoes today?" She gave him an enticing smile.

He looked at her meekly. "Can we watch another movie?" he asked, hesitant.

She waggled her eyebrows. "You're speaking my language," she said.

Getting to her feet, she helped him off of the couch and over to the entertainment system. He flopped down and she started digging through the piles. "Just yell if you see anything you like," she said.

After about ten minutes, a small pile of DVD's was lying on the floor in front of them, waiting for a final selection. Her picks were Charlie's Angels (to which he adamantly said, "Next."), A League of Their Own (she had dubbed it "their" movie since her first day on the job), Runaway Bride (he only agreed to that one because he liked "Coach Bob"), and Sleepless in Seattle.

His choices were The Fast and The Furious (She claimed he was feeding a childhood fantasy to be a race car driver, to which he replied with an indignant sniff), The Exorcist ("gotta love that crab walk scene", he said.), The Karate Kid ("Nice choice, Grasshopper," Olivia joked.), Frequency, and of course, The Sandlot.

"God, Elliot," she laughed, when she saw his collection. "What are you, 14? I haven't seen The Karate Kid since I was in 8th grade."

He looked at her with amusement. "Excuse me, Miss Tough-Girl Detective," he shot back. "Sleepless in Seattle? Quick, where's the tissue? I think I'm going to start crying just thinking about all the romance."

She shoved him playfully, careful not to hit his arms. "Okay, Mr. Movie Critic of the year," she said. "Which one do you want to watch?"

He wrinkled his nose in thought. "How about we compromise?" he said. "One of yours and then one of mine."

"Agreed," she said, immediately reaching in and retrieving Sleepless in Seattle and grinning at his look.

"Oh, yeah?" he retorted. He reached in and pulled out The Karate Kid. She looked at him with disgust, and he grinned. "Wax on, wax off," he said with a laugh.

He let her watch hers first. "Wake me up when it's over," he joked, going back to the couch. She shoved him again and flopped next to him. The opening credits had just grazed the screen when the phone rang. "Damn it," she grumbled. "Doesn't that figure?"

Sighing, she got up and went to receive the cordless receiver. "Hello?"

"Olivia." The frantic voice of Captain Cragen came across the line. "Are you guys alright?"

She looked at the phone, puzzled. "Of course we are, Captain," she said. "Why?"

"We're on our way out to you," he said. "Listen to me, Olivia. The kidnapper has your address. He might be trying to get to Elliot again."

Spots appeared before her eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?" she asked incredulously, lowering her voice when Elliot looked at her. She turned her back and spoke softer. "How did he get out of the holding cell?"

Don shut his eyes, anticipating the reaction he would receive. "Well, um…" He grimaced and admitted, "He never got arrested. He escaped from the sewer after we rescued Elliot and no one's been able to find him."

He wasn't disappointed. Olivia clenched her teeth so tightly that they almost ground together. "Did you just find out about this?" she asked, trying to hold in her temper. She was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt before losing it.

His answer was sheepish. "Um….not exactly. I actually find out, um…the first day Elliot was in the hospital."

"WHAT?" she screeched. She clutched the phone tight in her hand. "Are the others with you?"

"Yes," he answered quietly.

She swore and hissed into the receiver. "So you thought it fit to inform the rest of the squad about something that could endanger Elliot's life, but keep it from me when I'm the one he's fucking staying with?"

He flinched at her words. "Olivia-"

"For Christ's sake, Captain!" She interrupted him, her words venomous. "I thought we were supposed to be helping him get through this! Do you realize that you've put him in more danger? What if this guy had decided to come here last night? I wouldn't have had a fucking clue!" Her voice rose with each sentence until she was practically screaming at him.

"I didn't want to cause you any more worry," he said quickly. "And I certainly didn't want Elliot to find out. I was just looking out for you!"

"Sure you were," she spat out. The phone trembled in her hand. "Well, thank you so much, Captain. It's good to know we're in such good hands!" He tried again to cut in, and she once again interrupted. "Don't come here," she growled. "I mean it. I don't want to see any of you right now."

She slammed the phone down into the receiver without waiting for his response.

"Olivia…" The dial tone registered and he sighed. "Damn it," he said.

She felt tears come to her eyes, but she jammed her fists into her eyes to stop them from escaping. She had never felt so angry and betrayed in her life. The thought of that man coming here and she not even realizing it made her sick to her stomach. He could have taken Elliot and she wouldn't even know it….she stifled a sob at the thought.

"Olivia?" Elliot had paused the movie, and sounded apprehensive as he craned his neck to see her.

She ran a shaky hand through her hair and stepped out into the living room. He looked at her in concern. "Who was that?" he asked. He could see that she was trying not to show that she was upset.

Olivia shook her head quickly. "No one," she lied. "Just a salesman."

He eyed her suspiciously when she sat down again. When he didn't turn the movie back on, she turned to look at him. He was looking at her intently, trying to gauge whether or not she was lying. She knew that look, and purposely avoided his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly. "You sounded upset."

She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Yeah," she breathed, chuckling to mask a sob. "You know I can't stand telemarketers." Olivia grabbed the remote from his hand and turned the movie back on. He was still suspicious, but didn't push the issue further.

Her thoughts were swirling as she stared blankly at the TV, not seeing the screen. Fear lodged itself in her chest at the thought of losing Elliot again. She bit her lip and shook her head, trying to dislodge the feeling.

She suddenly shifted closer to him. Elliot looked at her in question, and she bit her lip again to fight the emotions. "Come here," she said softly, stretching one arm behind him. He looked puzzled as he obeyed. She drew him in and hugged him to her, wrapping her arms around him and lightly kissing his forehead. He relaxed after a minute and continued watching the movie.

"What happened?" Munch asked, watching the captain slam the phone shut and toss it on the dashboard.

"She's pissed, that's what happened," he said, sighing. "She said she doesn't want to see us."

Fin looked at him. "But they're ok, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah," he said. "They're ok." Cragen sat in silence for a few moments, the others waiting to see what he would do. "We don't know how long he's had her address," he said finally. "He's waiting for something. If he wasn't, he would have gone after Elliot the day he escaped."

Darkness was descending as the man walked casually along the streets of Manhattan. His poncho was covered by a black trench coat, and his face hidden under its oversized hood. He walked along and whistled Bach, hands shoved in his pockets. No one even gave him a second glance as he approached the stairs to the subway.

The three men pulled into the precinct parking lot. Cragen sighed tiredly. "Go home, guys," he said.

"Olivia's going to kill you if she finds out about that security detail," Fin couldn't help pointing out.

Cragen sighed in annoyance. "I know that, Fin," he said.

How well he knew! They had spent the day arranging for a team of officers to covertly survey her apartment during the night. Some were inside the building posing as tenants, and others were in cars parked within direct view of her window and fire escape.

"She can yell at me all she wants after we catch this bastard," he declared. "He's going to try again. We just have to be on alert until he does."