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A/N- Yay! I got another chapter up! Go me!

It was the stereotypical apartment building of a rapist, or a murderer. Dimly lit, dirty and absolutely no sound barriers. As Elliot and Olivia followed the S.W.A.T. team with a couple of uniform officers, they could hear individual arguments and conversations. Olivia was convinced she heard the sound of a smack at one on the 3rd floor. But she couldn't be too sure.

"On three. One, two..." One of the S.W.A.T members said, when they reached the apartment. "Three" The door was smashed down. The two detectives burst in with the rest of the team.

"Clear." Elliot said, moving into a room to inspect it further. Olivia went down the hall, gripping her gun. She hoped she wouldn't have to fire it.

"Clear." She called out, moving into what appeared to be a kitchen. The stove looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in several years.

"Liv, come here!" The tone of Elliot's voice was ugent, and she hurried to the room he had gone into. In his arms was a small girl with curly brown hair. Michelle, she thought, feeling relieved and worried at the same time.

"Is she alive?" Elliot felt for a pulse at her neck.

"Yeah, just unconscious." Olivia pulled out her cell phone and called for a bus. Elliot lightly stroked the girl's head. Olivia knelt next to him.

"Bus should be here soon."

"Detectives." Olivia looked up. "Thought you guys might be interested in this." Olivia stood up to see what the officer had for them. Pictures of Tonya and Cadence. "Looks like he took them from a hiding place."

"Yeah." She said, inspecting them. There were tree branches in some, leaves in others. In one, there was a fence blocking part of Cadence's face. "These look like they were taken over the last year. He's been stalking them." She ran a hand through her hair. "You find anything else?"

"Still looking."

"Thanks." She went back to Elliot. "Michelle wasn't a target. Cadence was." She showed him a couple of the pictures.

"Looks like some of these were taken at their schools."

"Think anyone would have seen him there?"

"It's a possibility. It looks like he was pretty hidden, though." Their eyes met for a second. "Sick son of a bitch." He said.

"Mmmm" Michelle moaned.

"Michelle? Michelle can you hear me?" Olivia took one of her hands.

"Mommy?"

"Michelle, my name is Olivia. I'm a police officer. This is Elliot, he's a police officer too."

"Is my mommy here?" She asked weakly.

"No, but you're gonna see her real soon, sweetie, I promise." She stroked her head while Michelle cried. "It's okay, sweetie. You're safe now."

"He didn't touch her, thankfully. Other than a few cuts and bruises, she'll be fine physically."

"Did you figure out what he used to knock her out?"

"Some over-the-counter sleeping pills. She'll be out until at least morning." Olivia nodded.

"Thank you, doctor." She went over to where Elliot was standing outside Michelle's room, watching her parents fuss over her. "Hey."

"Hey."

"She's gonna be out until morning." She sighed. "Thankfully, he didn't hurt her ."

"Yeah." There was a pause. "You okay?"

"Tired." She responded.

"You didn't sleep last night, did you?"

"Barely." She had spent most of the night tossing and turning in Maureen's old bed. He reached over and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She smiled at him.

"Wanna go get coffee or something?"

"That would be nice."

Twenty minutes later, they sat staring at each other, unsure of what to say. Elliot took one of her hands in his.

"Liv, what are we exactly?"

"I'm not sure." She said, giving his hand a light squeeze. "But whatever it is, I like it."

"So what are we looking for ?" Munch asked, sticking his head into a closet in the Smith's apartment "I mean, yeah, evidence linking Baker to the Smiths, but wasn't he one of Michael's patients?"

"We can use all that we can get." Fin responded. He was getting a little sick of looking thorugh endless folders of papers. "There has to be something suspicious here. I don't think they planned on the police getting this involved."

"I'm gonna go look in the kid's room. Maybe there's something there." Munch walked across the apartment to Cadence and Tonya's room. On his way, he noticed a little slip of paper lying next to the couch. He stooped to pick it up. "Damn..." He whispered, seeing what was on it. "Fin, I think I got something."

"What is it?" He asked, coming over.

"Liv's number." The little slip of paper had her handwriting on it.

"So that's how the bastard got it. But how did the Smiths get it?"

"Liv must've given it to Cadence."

"Hopefully that'll be good for something."

"So, do you care to explain to me how Jonathan Baker got Detective Benson's number?" Elliot asked, trying to keep his cool.

"I'm supposed to know? Maybe Michael found it in Cadence's school bag." Jenny Smith responded. She now had her lawyer sitting next to her.

"You seem pretty quick to sell out your husband like that." Olivia said. She glared at her. "Especially since you haven't seen him since the morning after the kidnapping. And according to you, Cadence was shut up in her room all night, am I right?" She continued to glare. "Am I right?" She repeated, louder this time.

"Once again, I don't know how he got it." It was Elliot's turn to glare. He hated this woman with all of his heart.

"Are you sure you haven't had any contact with him since you last saw him?" He asked.

"You don't have to answer that." Her lawyer said.

"Did he try to contact you? Leave any messages?"

"Don't answer it." Elliot gripped the edges of the table in front of him as hard as he could, trying to control his rage.

"So, let's talk about your kids." Olivia said. She was having just as much trouble controlling herself.

"What about them?"

"You hit Cadence pretty hard. Broke her wrist. And we have enough evidence to prove that this wasn't just a one time thing." Olivia crossed her arms. "You hit Tonya like that too?"

"I did no such thing."

"Oh, please. We have enough evidence to prove that this wasn't just a one time thing, or a fall. No teenage girl is clumsy enough to fracture or break her bones as many times as that. You know, you even broke her rib once!" Olivia was standing now, yelling in this woman's face. "How could you do that to your own children?"She and Jenny glared at each other for a few moments.

"I guess they deserved it, didn't they? I mean, come on. Cadence was such a little sl-" She didn't manage to get the rest of the word out. Olivia had lunged over the table, trying to hit this woman with as much force as she could. Elliot had grabbed on to her, and was pulling her back.

"Liv, calm down." She struggled against him. He dragged her outside of the interrogation room.

"Olivia, what the hell was that!" Cragen's voice came from behind them. She stopped struggling against Elliot.

"I...I don't know..." She stared at a spot on the ground.

"Liv, you need a few minutes?" Elliot asked. She nodded, and walked away from them.

"I don't think I've ever seen her lose control like that." Cragen commented, watching her walk away.

"Me either"

"Let's try this again." Cadence said. She and Tonya had been spending a few hours trying to break the window. "Maybe if I lift you up to do it..." She hadn't considered letting Tonya take the risk of getting hurt. In fact, she had been trying to avoid it. But her arms were getting tired, and her broken wrist was killing her.

"Let's try that." Cadence climbed back up onto the boxes. "Okay, I'll climb up on the side, or something..."

"Careful." Cadence cautioned. "Wait, gimme that thing first." Tonya handed her the metal bar that they had found. It wasn't the best thing to smash a window with. It was too small, and they were both too short. Cadence slipped it into her sweatshirt pocket. "Need a hand?"

"Yeah." She bent over and pulled Tonya up onto the top box. There was a sharp pain in her wrist as she did that.

"Okay, here goes." She wrapped her arms around Tonya's waist. She felt the boxes begin to give out under her. "Hurry, Tonya, I don't think that these can hold both of us at the same time." Tonya raised the bar over her head. The boxes slipped a little more. Tonya smashed the bar against the window with all her might. The sound of shattering glass was the happiest sound either had heard in a long time. "Pull yourself up onto the window sill." Tonya perched on the narrow sill.

"It's too high, Cadence."

"Dammit, there has to be a way out." Tonya continued looking for a possible way.

"There's a drainpipe..." She began. Did that actually work? She couldn't be too sure. Having lived in the city all her life, she never really got the chance to experiment. "Do you think it'll work?" Cadence took a deep breath, considering all of the possible outcomes of the situation.

"It might." She said after a while. Tonya made up her mind while Cadence was thinking. She was going to go for it.

"I'm gonna go for it." She slipped her legs out the window.

"Careful, Tonya."

"Always." Cadence nervously watched her sister slip out of the window. On the other side, Tonya had grabbed ahold of the drainpipe. This was way different from those poles on the playscapes in the park. She gripped it hard, and slowly began to let herself down. The warehouse was old, and the pipe was made of some sort of metal. So she wasn't too worried that it would rip off of the building. But there was a long way down. Somehow, she made it. "Cadence, it worked!" She called happily. She then saw her sister's head poke out and greet her with a grin. "Do you think you can do it with your arm and all?"

"It's worth a try." She called back. Cadence got one leg out the window, before she disappared totally.

"Cadence? Did it fall?"

"Tonya, Run!" Her sister's voice was faint. Baker had gotten to her. Tonya, didn't think, just turned and ran as fast as she could.

Olivia had gone up to the roof to sort out her thoughts. Staring out at the buildings in the city usually helped. She wondered what was going on below. Had her outburst caused her to be pulled off the case? She hoped not.

"Hey you." Elliot's voice pulled her outof her thoughts. "You okay?"

"I guess. Just really confused. I'm not off the case, right?"

"As far as I know, no." He came up and stood beside her.

"It looks so peaceful from up here." She said, looking back out at the city.

"Yeah." Her cellphone rang.

"Benson."

"Olivia?"

"Cadence? Cadence, sweetie, where are you?"

"I don't know. He's got me... Tonya ran away. Please, Olivia help me!" There was some background noise.

"Hello, Olivia."

"You sick son of a bitch."

"Put it on speaker." Elliot whispered. She hit the speaker button. Baker's voice came through loud and clear.

"Where's Cadence?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out. I just wanted to let you know that I had her, so that you wouldn't worry." He laughed at his own stupid joke. "I also wanted to tell you that you now have five days to find her. Because that other brat ran away."

"Don't you dare touch her!" Baker laughed.

"She is one hot piece of ass." She could hear Cadence crying softly in the background.

"You sick bastard, I swear when we find you I will personally rip off your-" Elliot interjected.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Elliot Stabler."

"Well now I know who your partner in crime is. Hey, I could even make this interesting and have a little fun with you, Olivia." Elliot protectively wrapped an arm around her.

"If you come wihin a mile of her, I swear I will-"

"It's been fun, Detectives. Just remember, you have five days." He hung up the phone. Olivia looked up at Elliot, for the first time scared for herself.