Disclaimer: I do NOT own Law & Order:SVU. All that credit belongs to Dick Wolf and his crew…lucky people. Do they realize how lucky they are? Anyway, yeah…moral of the story: DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. grins

Summary: What happens when a perp's family member comes in search of his own form of justice?

For Kelly. She's been my continuous support for this story…even though I'm slow about updating.

Chapter 4

"I will make Detective Elliot Stabler pay for sending my uncle to death row," Julian Cuveé muttered to himself. He shuffled through the thousands of pictures he had of Elliot and Olivia. Some by themselves, others of them hanging out or working together.

Slowly, he selected one of Elliot and Olivia playing basketball together and pinned it up on his wall. He stared hard at it for several minutes before glancing at his watch and seeing that the detectives would be arriving at Olivia's building any minute now.

I could go for the woman or I could go straight for him…maybe torture him for a few days before killing him, he thought as he gathered his high-resolution camera and a jacket. Glancing around his apartment, he stepped out into the hall and locked it up tight. He smiled a friendly smile to the little girl who lived across the hall from him before moving to the elevator.

Once outside, he headed toward Broadway and 56th. He turned up the collar of his coat to protect his neck from the wind that was whipping about the city. Arriving at Olivia's apartment, he took refuge in a park across the street where had the perfect view of her window. Twenty minutes later, he sat up straight and watched as Elliot and Olivia arrived at her building.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Elliot said to his partner. "I'm having my kids over for dinner tonight."

Olivia smiled, loving how he was so devoted to his children. "Why don't you all just come here for dinner? I'll cook," she offered. "You know I love spending time with your kids."

Elliot grinned. "Ahh, so now the real reason comes out. You only hang out with me so you can hang out with my kids," he teased.

She laughed as he put the car into park and shut it off. "You caught me," she said, playing along. They walked up the front steps together and Olivia got out her key and unlocked the security door.

Julian snapped a few more pictures of them talking and laughing as they entered her building. He glanced up at her window and watched for the light to come on. Once it did, he trained the camera on that window instead.

"I'll call Maureen and tell her to bring everyone over to your place then," Elliot said as she opened the door of her apartment.

"That's fine. I'm gonna go change," she told him. "You have some spare clothes in the hall closet if you'd like to change too."

Elliot nodded as he held his cell up to his ear and called his oldest daughter.

Olivia headed into her bedroom and flicked on the light. She shut her door partway and headed to the bed where she sat down and pulled off her shoes. After she changed, she joined Elliot in the living room where he had changed as well and was making himself comfortable. "What did Maureen say?"

"That she can't make it but she'll call Kathy and tell her where to drop the kids off," Elliot said, moving his legs so she could sit next to him on the couch.

"Why can't Maureen make it?" Olivia wondered as she plopped down next to him.

"She has finals to prep for so she's been studying extra hard this week," Elliot explained. "But she's sorry she can't make it and told me to tell you hi."

"Well, tell her hi back when you can," Olivia grinned. "What do you want me to make for dinner?"

Elliot sat and thought about it before requesting lasagna and a salad. She agreed and left his side to head into the kitchen and he searched around in the hall closet for the duffel that held his spare clothes. "I'll just be in the bathroom changing," he hollered at her as he headed into her bathroom.

"Okay!" she hollered in reply, a grin on her face. He was a great detective but could be such a dork at times; especially knowing he was getting a chance to spend some quality time with his children.

Outside, across the street, Julian placed a few pictures of the two detectives into a manila envelope. He wrote a quick threatening note and placed it with the pictures before sealing the envelope. Maybe this will bring them down a few notches, he smiled to himself. Glancing both ways before crossing the street, he dashed across and slinked along in the shadows of Olivia's building before locating her name and apartment number on the directory out front.

Putting on a nonchalant attitude, he casually rang her doorbell and waited for her reply. Identifying himself as a deliveryman, she let him through and he climbed the steps to her floor. He walked down the hall, glancing at the numbers as he went before finding hers. He knocked twice before leaning down to put the envelope in front of the door and headed back to the stairs. No need to be recognized before it was necessary.

Olivia, wiping her hands on a towel, opened the door and frowned when she didn't see anyone in the hall. Stepping out slightly, she looked up and down the hall before shrugging. Just as she went to shut the door, something caught her attention. Kneeling down, she lifted the manila envelope into her hands cautiously. "Hey, Elliot?" she called into the apartment.

Elliot poked his head out from the kitchen where he had joined her since changing. "Yeah?" he replied, coming over to stand next to her. "What's this?" he asked, taking the envelope out of her hands and turning it over as he inspected it.

"I have no idea. I found it outside my door just now. Do you think it's safe to open it?" she asked as they moved back into her apartment and she shut the door.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard his cell ringing. "Stabler," he answered, propping the phone between his ear and shoulder, as he gently shook the envelope. "Oh hi Kathy. Yeah, to Olivia's apartment," he said, giving Kathy the address. "See you in a bit," he hung up. "I don't see why you can't open it," he told Olivia, handing it back to her and setting his phone on the end table.

She shrugged. "Why not?" she peeled back the little prongs that held the seal to the body of the envelope. She peeked into the envelope before sticking her hand in. "Just some paper," she said pulling out the contents, "or some pictures," she frowned. Her expression hardened as she added, "Of us."

Elliot grabbed them out of her hands as she skimmed the note. She subconsciously shivered and stepped closer to Elliot. "What the hell is this?" he asked gruffly.

"Well, Elliot, apparently someone has been spying on us," she replied sarcastically, grabbing the pictures back to take a closer look herself.

He, in return, took the note from her and read through it. "What the hell?" he repeated.

Olivia took a deep breath and let it out calmly. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. We're going to put these back in the envelope and then take them to Cragen in the morning. I want to enjoy the night with you and the kids," she said firmly. She placed the envelope on her hall table so she could remember to take them in the morning.

Julian smiled to himself as he returned to his post across the street, not paying attention to the traffic around him. A car honked and he gave a friendly wave in return, as if not having a care in the world. Just as he returned to his bench, he noticed the car that honked had stopped in front of the building and a teenager along with two younger children stepped out, waving to the woman driving.

He watched with curious eyes as they were let into the building. I wonder…he thought to himself, no, better to kidnap just one of the detectives. He sat back and put his scope to his eye to watch the activity above the street. He observed that they were in Olivia's apartment and hugging both of the detectives. He also noticed that they hugged Elliot differently than Olivia. He concluded that they must be Elliot's kids.

He moved the scope from his eye and jotted some notes on his notepad. Well, it's nice to have a few options, he thought. He sat back and watched them play happy family for a while longer before growing bored with the scene. He packed up his stuff and made his way back home. He'll return at a later date and time, but at the moment, he wanted some dinner for himself.