Infamous

Disclaimer: I'm still hoping to get them for my birthday, until then I don't own them.

A/N: It looks like 2006 is the year of Richard White. I encourage everyone who reads this story to also read "Stalked" by svu101 and "On Borrowed Time" by future consequences. They are really awesome stories which also have Richard White as the villain. They are unique and I know you will like them.

A/N2: Here's chapter 4.

Elliot headed towards the door with every intention of going to the crime scene alone. Olivia wouldn't let him get away so easily, she grabbed him by his arm "Elliot," she said softly.

He turned to her "Not this time Olivia," he began "You stay here where I know that you're safe."

That was it "WHERE YOU KNOW I'M SAFE?" she screamed, infuriated "WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO?"

He held her close to his chest and she could hear his heart beating entirely too fast "Please," he began "I can't lose you. Please stay here."

Olivia's tone softened but she remained firm in her resolve "Nothing's gonna happen," she said pulling slightly away from him and laying a hand on his cheek "Why are you so worried all of a sudden?"

Elliot stared silently at her before drawing her back into his embrace 'I wish I could tell you,' he thought as he held her 'I'm just afraid of what will happen when I do.'

"Elliot," she said, finally separating from his arms "They're expecting someone to show up at that crime scene," she grabbed her coat and began to put it on.

It hadn't been easy to pull away from Elliot, it had just felt so right to be with him like that, it felt so safe. She knew that he only wanted to keep her safe but she had to be out there with him. She couldn't trust anyone else to protect her partner the way she knew that she could.

"Olivia," Elliot began again, in another futile effort to get her to stay behind.

"Elliot," she countered in a firm voice "Are you driving or am I?" and with that she was out the door.

Elliot shrugged and followed her "I'll drive," he said as he came up beside her and snatched the keys from her hand.

"Is this the right place?" Olivia asked as Elliot stopped the car in front of the 1-6.

"Yeah," Elliot answered grimly.

"In front of our precinct?" Olivia asked in total shock.

"More like the alley next to it but essentially yes," Elliot said as he got out of the car.

"But Elliot," Olivia began "this place is crawling with cops. How could he have done this?"

"I don't know," Elliot said softly, reaching for her hand as they turned down the alley that led to the crime scene. Still holding hands, the two made there way to where Dr. Warner was preparing to take the body to the morgue.

"What have we got?" Elliot asked her.

"Your victim is a male. Possibly late twenties," Dr. Warner began, looking up at the detectives "Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head."

"Any clue as to who he is?" Olivia asked.

"No," Warner answered "He had no wallet, no ID. The only thing that was found with the body were these," she held up a plastic evidence bag containing clothing.

Olivia took the bag and stared in disbelief "He was wearing these?" she asked softly.

"They were folded up next to the body," Warner informed her.

Olivia held the bag out to Elliot with shaking hands "The clothes that White was wearing," she said in a small voice.

Elliot took the bag and stared at the clothes himself. They were unmistakably White's clothes. Elliot gripped Olivia's hand tighter and turned to Warner "Rush the finger prints. Hopefully we'll get lucky. Who ever this guy is, White has assumed his identity."

"How long has he been dead?" Olivia asked.

"Rigor hasn't set in yet," Warner told her "So I'm guessing two to four hours."

"Are we looking at a dump job?" Elliot asked, almost positive that a dump job was the only way to explain a body found next to a police station.

"Looks like it," Warner said, unzipping the body bag to show them her findings.

Olivia caught her first glimpse of her name staring back at her from the man's chest. She felt physically ill and then she saw the rest of the man. His penis and testicals were missing.

"He wanted to make sure that SVU was called," she said, unconsciously inching closer to Elliot.

"Looks that way," Warner said softly, then she continued "It looks like our John Doe here was transported here in a vehicle."

"How can you tell?" Elliot asked.

Warner pointed to the man's right shoulder and with her finger she indicated an indent that traveled diagonally down the man's torso "He was belted in to the passenger seat," she motioned for a tech to help her turn the body over. She pointed to the reddish discoloration on the back of the man's thighs "Lividity indicates that he was put in a sitting position not long after he died."

Elliot put his arm around Olivia's waste "Thanks Doc," he said to Warner "You'll let us know when you get the results from those finger prints?" Warner nodded and Elliot led Olivia away from the scene.

"Well," Elliot said when they had reached the mouth of the alley "We're already here. Shall we get to work?" She nodded and the two of them walked inside the precinct. Elliot hadn't even noticed that his arm was still around Olivia until they had entered the squad room.

Captain Cragen noticed them immediately. While he seemed unsurprised to see Elliot, his reaction to Olivia was different "Olivia, you should be at home," it was an order but it was spoken without harshness but instead with concern.

"Captain," she began "I need to be here."

"After this afternoon," Cragen spoke to her, his voice quavering slightly "You should take some time off."

"I can't," she said, her own voice shaking just slightly.

"Okay," Cragen said, although his body language told a different story than his mouth did. Truthfully he would have felt much better if Olivia would just stay home. He trusted her and loved her like she was his own daughter but there was just something about having to chase down White again that didn't sit right with him.

Olivia and Elliot took there places by the bulletin board which was bare of even crime scene photos for the moment and addressed the captain, Munch and Fin.

"We don't have an ID on the vic as of yet," Olivia began. All assembled leaned forward an anticipation of what was coming next.

White parked the truck outside of a hospital in upstate New York. It had taken him hours to get there but it would be worth it if he could avoid too many questions. He knew that he was going to have a hard time explaining how a UPS delivery man had managed to get shot in the leg with out having to dodge the cops as well.

He pulled out the wallet that he had lifted off the body of the man he had killed and opened it. Quickly he memorized the information.

His new name for the moment was Damian Baker. He quickly memorized the social security number. Then he noticed the age on the ID 'This could be a problem,' he thought to himself. White himself was fifty one and he had the slightly graying hair to prove it but Damian Baker was twenty seven.

White sighed and inhaled sharply at the pain in his leg. He would have to come up with another plan to get the bullet out of his leg.

"Finger prints on our John Doe!" John Munch announced to the entire squad room as he entered.

"He has a record?" Elliot asked, standing up from his desk.

"Damian Baker. He and his family were victims of a home invasion two months ago," Munch explained "They printed the family for elimination purposes."

"Let's go inform the family," Olivia said, hopping out of her seat.

"Hold on Liv," Elliot said, laying a hand on her shoulder "Its 2:30 in the morning. Now is not a good time."

Olivia stopped and nodded. In her absolute need to find White and the other three men and her absolute frustration with being stuck at her desk while homicide detectives were doing the searching, she had lost track of time and was more than eager to do anything that would get her out of the office.

Cragen came out of his office and walked straight to Munch "So what did this Mr. Baker do for a living?" he asked.

"He was a driver for UPS," Munch answered "Fin's over there now. It seems that Mr. Baker's truck is still MIA."

Jake Emerson sat at the computer in the UPS main office. He was feeling more and more uncomfortable with the man leaning over his shoulder "I think I can pull up the license plate number," he said nervously "Just give me a minute," a few more key strokes and he had it.

"Do you have any way to track it?" Fin asked.

"You bet," the young man answered, glad that he was in fact being of some use. After all, he was very anxious Jake and Damian had been child hood friends and the news of Damian's murder came as a shock to Jake who now felt like he would do anything to catch the ass who took away one of the finest people who ever lived.

As Jake pulled up the GPS tracking software and set Fin up with the hand held unit, all he could think about was how he was going to break the news to Susan and how little Emma would never know her father.

"Thanks man," Fin said as he turned to leave.

"Good luck," Jake said softly as the sound of the door closing behind Fin reverberated in his ears.

Jake shut down the computer, informed his supervisor that he was leaving then he went out to his car. He opened the door, slipped into his seat, turned the key in the ignition. He thought about heading home, it was late and he needed sleep but he had been living in Damian's spare bedroom and going home meant facing Susan. Jake didn't want to have to explain to her why her husband wouldn't be coming home ever again. He turned the car off, tipped his seat back and deciding to spend the night in his car, tried to fall asleep. He wasn't able to.

"Go home you two," Cragen said to Olivia and Elliot. It was 3:00am and he could see the exhaustion in both their faces.

Olivia nodded and rose from her seat.

"I'll drive you home," Elliot said as he followed her out of the precinct.

"I would hope so," she said somewhat playfully "You still have my keys."

"You want me to come in with you?" Elliot asked as they pulled up in front of her building.

"Yeah," she answered. Olivia wasn't in the mood to be alone.

Olivia waited for Elliot on the sidewalk while he parked her car. A shiver went up her spine and she turned around. There was no one there. She felt shaky, she could have sworn that she heard someone behind her.

As she stared at the place where she thought someone had been, she jumped at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Elliot "I'm gonna kill you," she said more than a little startled.

"You okay?" he asked, drawing her close.

"I just… today… its been," she searched for the words to express exactly just what she was feeling.

Elliot new what she meant "Let's go inside," he said.

Jenna Stevens washed her hands as she prepared to leave the hospital. It was 3:30 and she was exhausted. She knew that when she finished her residency things would only get more hectic but she just loved helping people.

She walked out into the hospital parking lot. The buddy system was something for big cities 'What could possibly happen in a small town like this,' she thought to herself as she unlocked her car.

She was about to get in when she felt someone behind her and a knife pressed against her throat.

TBC

A/N: I started writing this chapter when I was still 21 but since its after midnight in Massachusetts, I am now 22. Please review, I need the feed back, I crave it.