A/N: here you go hope you enjoy

"Can you think of anything that she may have done only once?" Olivia asked.

"Don't you think I have been?" George snapped, "I'm sorry," he said right away, "I'm trying, she used to write notes and e-mails to me all the time with little games in them but none of them like…" he trailed off, walking over to a desk. Looking up at Olivia, his eyes went wide. "I can't believe I didn't see this." He yelled catching everyone's attention.

"What?" Olivia asked walking over to him, but he was already headed towards the white board.

"When she wanted to get he mind off of things she would write me notes backwards. It only happened once or twice so I didn't think much of it." He began writing on the board everyone watching him.

'i f y o u w a n t t o f i n d y o u r d e t e c t i v e l o o k u p, s p a n i s h i n f l u e n c e s. e a t a n d a. k:o w e d n e s d a y.' he then began grouping the words together.

'If you want to find your detective look up, Spanish influences. Eat and a. K:O Wednesday.'

"It all makes sense until the end." Elliot said stepping forward to take a closer look. "maybe she's being held at a restaurant, KO maybe meaning knocked out?"

"Elliot, Olivia I want you two to search this guys past, schools he went to, jobs he may have had, any properties in his family, any Spanish shops, restaurants anything Spanish he may have come across, starting with places near where his car was found. Find out where this guy is." Cragen's voice boomed throughout the precinct and all the officers in the room sprung to action. Captain Cragen went through the rest of the precinct telling each officer or groups of officers what to do and where to go. New hope was felt for everyone working on the case, which was almost every officer in New York City. Parking enforcement had turned up his car yesterday, they had been entering every dark blue Honda, whether parking time was up or not to try and find him. George Huang had even called a couple of agents from the FBI that he had worked with numerous times to look through their database. Still nothing had turned up. George felt a hand fall on his shoulder.

"We'll find her," Olivia told him with a look that made it seem more like she was convincing herself than him. "We have to, I still have to talk to her." George looked up, so much had been running through his mind he had nearly forgotten the two just found out they were blood related, he nodded and headed to his temporary computer in the precinct to help them look. Elliot watched the two interact, both were set on this case for completely different reasons but both were still holding on to the hope that they would find her, and soon. Elliot couldn't help but notice the pain and fear in the eyes that had always been so calm and non-judgmental. He was always so composed, always a psychiatrist but not now, now he was a man scared for his friend, only it was more than that Elliot could sense it. Elliot shook his head it was late Monday night almost Tuesday the note said they had until Wednesday. He took a deep breath, this was the second RDK copycat they had come across and he was good. He tried to forget about the body of Emily Carson, but he couldn't, he didn't want to imagine the kind of pain the young detective was going through. He shook his head once again trying to clear it and took a sip of his coffee then began typing on his computer.

It was late Tuesday afternoon, Elliot and Olivia were wiping the sleep out of their eyes as John and Fin went to go rest theirs. Casey had been in and out helping where she could. Elliot looked at the figure slumped over a desk and walked over to the Captain.

"How long has he been asleep?" Elliot asked.

"About 4 hours, it's the longest he's slept since she's gone missing." Don said quietly.

"We let him sleep much more he'll be angry we didn't wake him." Elliot said, and then rethinking, "he needs the sleep." Don nodded in agreement.

"If he doesn't wake up on his own within the next hour one of us will wake him up." Elliot nodded and walked over to his desk. All of them were beginning to get incredibly frustrated none of them could figure it out. Elliot knew the lack of sleep and stress was beginning to get to all of them. Before Elliot could sit down Fin was back in the room looking at the message on the board.

'If you want to find your detective look up Spanish influences. Eat and a. K:O Wednesday.'

'9 6 25 15 21 23 1 14 20 20 15 6 9 14 4 25 15 21 18 4 5 20 5 3 20 9 22 5 12 15 15 11 21 16, 19 16 1 14 9 19 20 9 14 6 12 21 5 14 3 5 19. 5 120 1 14 4 1. 11:15 23 5 4 14 5 19 4 1 25'

"I may have figured it out." Fin said looking at the words closely. Olivia, Elliot and Don were by his side in two seconds flat. "Look at all these numbers, each one is separated by a space except for these ones." He said pointing to 120 and 11:15. "What if those stay numbers." He re-wrote the letters as numbers.

'If you want to find your detective look up, Spanish influences. E 120 and a. 11:15 Wednesday.'

"That looks like a time," Don said, "11:15 Wednesday."

What about the other," Olivia's eyes widened, "East 120 Street."

"Fin, go get John out here, you two can sleep in a little bit, I want each of you to take a group of officers and search East 120 for any Spanish shops anything and report back as soon as you find something." Don was trying to hide the fact that his heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Adrenaline pumping through his system, before the detectives could get much further he added, "and hurry we may only have until 11:15 tomorrow." With that the 4 went to find some officers to help them search and Don went into his office to look and see if he could find anything else they could have missed.

"Hi I'm detective Benson I need some information from you." The young women nodded, they were inside an antique shop on E 120th and 1st avenue, they had been searching for 2 hours turning up nothing. The four detectives had been calling each other for up-dates or ideas. This was the last thing Olivia could think of doing. "Have you had anyone who looks like this in the store lately?" Olivia held up a picture of Tobias, the women looked at the picture closely and nodded.

"Yeah he was in here last week, he's a regular, usually he comes in 3 or 4 times a week just looking at stuff, last week he actually bought something and he hasn't come back since."

"What did he buy?" Olivia asked quickly, finally she felt like they were getting somewhere. A strange look came over the woman's face.

"That's the weird thing he used to always look at our Spanish Antiques but last week he walked in and began asking why people now whip each other for sexual purposes, when 150 years ago that's how they controlled slaves and it was painful. I thought he was joking at first, though I was a little uncomfortable. I told him that whips you can buy for that purpose, they made them so it is very difficult to leave permanent scaring or inflict large amounts of pain. He began asking about why those ones hurt then." She pointed to one whip in glass casing. "I told him it was because of the way they were designed, the tip cuts into flesh much easier." The woman looked uneasy as she watched the reaction of the detective. Olivia cleared her throat.

"How do you know all that?" Olivia questioned although had her mind not been so foggy she would have figured it out. The woman looked at her strangely.

"Well I work in an antique store so know the history of most of the stuff here, and I'm African American, slavery is how my great great grandparents came to America. The stories were past down to me." Olivia nodded her brain barely registering what the girl was saying.

"He bought the whip," it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah," Olivia closed her eyes and tried to force the images that flashed through her head away, she didn't want to think about what he was doing with it. The woman walked towards Olivia concerned, "are you alright?" the question shook her out of her thoughts and she grabbed a card handing it to the girl.

"We'll call you if we need more," Olivia turned on her heels and rushed out the door her mind spinning as she dialed her partners' number, her cell phone beeped at her and died. "Shit" was all she could say, she looked around, the group of officers she was with were all dispersed. Looking around she saw a pay phone; this couldn't wait until she got to the precinct. Digging through her pocket as she reached the phone and put a quarter in. She rolled her sore neck; the beds in the precinct really weren't very comfortable. "Elliot, our perp bought a whip from an antique store off First Avenue." There was silence on the other end for a moment; he was obviously thinking what she was. As she rolled her neck her eyes caught something.

"Ok, Liv I'm a few blocks down I'll be there in a minute." When there was no response on the other end of the phone Elliot repeated it again. "Liv? Liv are you there?" he asked.

"Elliot, my cell is dead, call everyone and tell them to get back to the precinct now." Her voice was panicked and it worried him.

"Liv is everything ok, maybe I should come down and meet you."

"No Elliot call everyone and get them to the precinct. I found Spanish Influences."

"Don't go alone." Elliot warned.

"I'm not," was all she said before she hung up the phone ran back to her car, grabbed a digital camera, that she usually tried to carry ran back to the phone booth snapped a picture and searched the booth until she found an envelope reading, Detectives RE: Detective Madow. She grabbed it with her coat because she had no gloves and drove as fast as she could back to the precinct. The officer she was riding with gave her his cell phone, she called CSU and told them where to go. When she walked in she saw every officer already there, Elliot works fast, she thought to herself. In the front was George, Don, Fin, John and Elliot.

A/N: Yay I'm finally done my PSYC paper, it was on whether or not a child victim of physical or sexual abuse is likely to become a victimizer of the same crime. It was really interesting, I'll be so glad when the semester is over. I'm nearly done my diploma in criminology, thank goodness. Anyway I'll update as soon as I can please read and review.