A/N: Maybe don't take some of the case details to heart? I know nothing about guns and only did minimal research. I don't remember how they answer radio calls. This is based off of a movie with talking household objects so just... suspend your reality for a minute lol. Thanks for all the love. We're winding down on this!


Olivia was thankful that she had a change of clothes in her old locker, and that they hadn't found a replacement for her in the time she'd been away so nobody had cleaned out her locker either. As beautiful as that gold dress was, it wasn't exactly made for finding out how to catch and take down a sadistic serial rapist and murderer who was part of a plot to take out your… friend? Crush? Soulmate?

Olivia shook her head as she stepped back into the 1-6 bullpen. It was familiar, it was nice. But it was also a little lonely without Fin's wit, Munch's conspiracies, and Amanda's well-meaning attempts at girl chat.

Cassidy and Jefferies were huddled around the board, like she'd never left.

"Hey Liv," Cassidy called out to her. "Long time no see. How'd thing go in chump town?"

"They were fine, Brian," she said, heading back over to her old desk to dig through the drawers. She knew there would be something in those notes from all that time she spent with Lewis in the box that first day. He'd gotten creepy, gross, divulging about things he'd "seen on the news" that she was sure were his own experiences. She just needed to comb through them and piece it all together.

"Olivia, find your file and then meet me in my office," Cragen said, ducking back through his doorway.

It took 10 minutes because Brian had apparently been using her desk as his second storage space for months, but she found the Lewis folder and then headed to Cragen's office.

"You wanted to see me Cap?" she said.

"Yeah, close the door," Cragen said.

Olivia did ask he asked and then sat down in one of the chairs on visitors side.

"So, are you back for good?" Cragen asked. "I mean I know 1PP didn't authorize a transfer back yet but…"

"I'm back," Olivia said. "I'm home. Elliot… Lieutenant Stabler is probably going to be out of a job soon. I don't know if they'll send me back there after that anyway, not if we catch Lewis."

"I thought we'd never see you again," Cragen said.

"I missed you and SVU so much," Olivia said.

"But…" Cragen said.

"But what?" Olivia asked.

"I kind of witnessed a moment out there on the balcony between you and Stabler," Cragen said. "You're calling him Elliot now. You accompanied him to the gala. Something you want to tell me?"

Olivia bit her bottom lip.

"He's different now," Olivia said. "From the day we both got transferred."

"What changed?" Cragen asked.

"I don't know," Olivia said.

"I mean, you know he has a reputation with 1PP and IAB," Cragen said.

"I do," Olivia said. "This really isn't my story to tell, but can you keep a secret?"

Cragen nodded.

"None of what the higher ups say about him is true," Olivia said. "I don't know how much you know or you heard in CompStat meetings or anything back when it happened. I remember they kept it pretty hush hush from us below CO level."

"I heard he was dirty," Cragen said. "Everybody knew his father was so nobody really questioned the details."

"His old partner set him up," Olivia said. "Frank Donnelly, do you know him?"

"No, but I knew his father too," Cragen said. "He and Stabler's father were both about a half generation older than me, but they had a reputation for being anything but wholesome."

"Well Donnely set him up," Olivia said. "And the perp that got away? Elliot thinks it was Lewis."

"What?" Cragen said. "That's five years he could have been locked up."

"I know," Olivia said. "Elliot has been torturing himself about it ever since. He's been trying to prove Lewis and Donnelly are connected and that they worked together to frame him five years ago."

"Should we call him in on the Lewis investigation?" Cragen asked.

"I don't think we need to yet," Olivia said. "I've been working with him for a few months trying to unravel it all. I've seen all his notes and case files. I don't think we need to get him involved unless we get a break. That could look suspicious to the higher ups if we call him in and jump the gun. We have to do all this by the book."

"So why has he been so fixated on this case for so long?" Cragen asked. "Aside from the obvious."

"Tucker didn't have enough evidence to kick him off the force," Olivia said. "He threw Elliot a bone, said he could have five years from the day of the incident to prove his innocence or he'd lose his shield, his pension, everything, for good."

Cragen nodded his head.

"He didn't do it," Olivia said. "He needs his job, his pension. He has four kids to support."

"You got close," Cragen said.

"We did," Olivia said. "He's really my first partner I guess."

"Partnership suits you," Cragen said. "Just like I always thought it might."

Olivia nodded at him and took her file back out into the bullpen to comare it with the evidence board that still held information about the lawyer's mother and father. The slugs in particular that Melinda pulled from the body caught her eye. She flipped through Lewis' paperwork and, no, he didn't have the right kind of gun registered to him to have fired those bullets. But he's too smart for that. He wouldn't use his own gun anyway.

"Jeffries, do we know what kind of gun these bullets came from?" Olivia asked.

"Uh yeah," Jeffries said, shifting some papers around on her desk. "Ballistics said they're from a LeMat Revolver. Super rare these days. The Confederates used them during the Civil War. But there aren't any registered in the state of New York."

But something about them still bothered her.

"Can somebody bring up a picture of one for me?" Olivia asked.

"On it," Cassidy said, pulling up an image on the screens.

And there it was. The same gun that had fallen out of Donnelly's grip and clattered to the sidewalk the night she and Elliot were attacked. And the curve of the handle, the shape of the whole thing, it's curled intricacies matched the scar on Elliot's face.

"Jefferies, when you say rare," Olivia said, "how rare is rare?"

"They only ever made about 3,000" Jefferies said. "And used by the Confederate so the ones surviving today? Probably not many."

That confirmed it for her. This was Donnelly's gun, and Lewis had used it to kill his lawyer girlfriend's father.

Bastard probably had a great-great grandaddy who fought for the South and had the thing handed down to him, unregistered for generations. That would figure just right.

"Wow, the print on that gun matches the scar on Lieutenant Stabler's face," a voice with a thick Staten Island accent said from behind her.

When Olivia turned around, she was face to mustache with Sonny Carisi.

"Sonny, what are you doing here?" Olivia asked.

"I'd like to know the same thing," Cragen said, coming out of his office.

"Munch talked to Lieutenant Stabler and he said you're leaving us," Carisi said. "I didn't want you to leave without saying goodbye, so I came by after my shift was over."

Olivia was touched but she didn't have time to get too caught up in it all.

"Did you drive here?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, why?" Sonny asked.

"Because I need you to take me back to the 3-7," Olivia said. "I need Elliot to confirm something for me. We might finally have proof to tie Lewis to Donnelly, and if we can do that we might be able to prove they've been working together and conspired against Elliot all those years ago."

"How do you figure, Olivia?" Cragen asked.

"Jefferies said the gun that shot the lawyer's father is rare," Olivia said. "It's not registered to Lewis, but I saw Donnelly with it the night he and Stuckey attacked Elliot and I."

"The night they did what?" Cragen asked.

"We don't have time for that right now," Olivia said. "Point is, we know Lewis and Stuckey worked together. We know Donnelly and Stuckey worked together, and this rare gun is connected to crimes committed by each of them. I need to get Elliot to confirm that this belongs to Donnelly and it's the gun used to pistol whip him that caused his scar. And then we just might have a lead."

"Olivia if you've figured this out, the three of them may have realized they made a sloppy error," Cragen said. "They might come after you."

"I can handle it," Olivia said. "Carisi will be with me. It's not like they're going to attack us at the precinct."

"Just wear this, okay?" Cragen said, grabbing a box from Cassidy's desk drawer.

It was another necklace with a circular charm.

"Um, thank you?" Olivia said.

"Just put it on okay," Cragen said. "Ask questions later."

So, Olivia did as she was told, slipping the chain over her head and letting it rest next to her "Fearless" necklace.

Olivia and Carisi headed to the elevator and out into the night.

"I had to park a few blocks away," Carisi said. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's fine," Olivia said. "I just wanna hustle up and get to Elliot. Was he back at the precinct yet when you left?"

"Nah," Carisi said. "But we can call him on the way. Have him meet us."

"I'll call him right now, actually," Olivia said, pulling her phone from her back pocket as they were almost to Carisi's car.

"I wouldn't do that Detective Benson," a voice said, and Olivia felt the cool barrel of a gun pressed to the back of her head.

She turned just slightly to see a large black woman with a badge on her hip putting a rag over Carisi's mouth. He passed out in her arms. She took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and smashed it on the ground.

Olivia's finger was already hovering over the call button on Elliot's name. It would be so easy to hit it.

"Press that button and I'll put a bullet in your skull," Donnelly said. "I don't care what I promised Billy. You're a damn liability."

Donnelly reached around her, grabbed her phone, and smashed it on the ground the same way the woman had smashed Carisi's.

"We're taking a little trip," Donnelly said, grabbing Olivia roughly by the arm while the woman pulled out Carisi's keys and tossed them to Donnelly, pulling Sonny along with her to his vehicle.

Donnelly took Olivia's cuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back and the woman did the same to Carisi with his own cuffs. The two shoved them into the back of Carisi's car while Donnelly got in the driver's seat and the woman got into a car parked right behind Carisi's.

Then they were off, speeding through the streets of New York at night.

"Where are you taking us?" Olivia asked.

"Oh, you'll see," Donnelly said.

"I know you want to gloat about your big elaborate plan," Olivia said, goading him. "Why Stabler? Why me? What's your endgame here, Frank?"

"My endgame is to be a filthy rich bastard," Frank said. "And I've been doing a damn good job at getting there over the years. I thought Stabler would have been my partner in crime, but he's nothing like his old man. No loyalty to his brothers in blue."

"Thank God for that," Olivia said. "It's not exactly loyal to frame your partner in a trafficking scheme, is it?"

"He got what he deserved," Frank said. "He should have just looked the other way and left well enough alone. It's what his old man did most of the time back in the day. But now, thanks to you, he's going to have to pay not just in reputation, but in blood."

Olivia felt her mouth go dry.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Frank said. "It's not completely your fault. You'll be paying too. And he'll get to watch. It'll be the last thing he sees before lights out."

"What'll be the last thing he sees?" Olivia asked.

"William Lewis showing you, how did he put it?" Frank asked. "Oh yeah, how a real woman takes it from a real man."

Olivia felt her stomach turn. Lewis was going to rape her while Elliot watched, and Frank was going to kill Elliot when it was over. He didn't know it was coming, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

"Better get your rest back there," Donnelly said. "You're gonna need it."

"Where are Lewis and Stuckey right now?" Olivia asked.

"Oh, they're off making sure your loverboy is in the right place at the right time," Donnelly said. "That's what he is now, right? My friends in higher places said they saw you draped all over him at the gala tonight. Two guys in one night. I have to say Olivia, you're turning into a whore like your mother."

She didn't want to think about how Donnelly knew or origin story, considering the only people in the NYPD that knew (that she had told, anyway) were Cragen and Elliot, and neither of them would have told Donnelly.

Olivia heard Donnelly's radio rattle with a call in the 3-7 district. The voice sounded suspiciously like Stuckey's.

"All units in the 3-7 district respond," the Stuckey voice said. "Hostage situation with potential suspicious arson. Request all units."

"And there's phase one," Donnelly said. "That should get your little band of misfits out of the house."

About 10 minutes later another call came through, it was clearer than the first, like it wasn't crossing through so many channels.

"10-13, officer down," the Stuckey voice blared. "Outside the 3-7 precinct. Badge number 4015. Send a bus. Oh God she's not breathing."

It was all a lie, Olivia knew that. She was sitting here uncomfortable but otherwise fine in the back of Carisi's car.

"Lieutenant Stabler, 6313 responding," Elliot's voice said, coming over the radio.

Olivia couldn't help the strangled squeak that left her lips.

"And there we have it," Donnelly said. "Closed-circuit call, hook, line, and sinker. Or should I say sucker?"

"It doesn't have to end this way, Frank," Olivia said.

"Oh, but it does," he said. "Don't worry, you'll get to see your man one last time. And think of it this way. You'll be the last thing on his mind as he leaves this earth."

Olivia felt the bile rising into the back of her throat. She tried to take deep breaths and stay calm. She didn't really believe in it, but she felt like she and Elliot had a connection deeper than just partners. She conjured up everything she could to try to send him telepathic signals not to answer that radio call. But she knew that wasn't going to work, so she did the next best thing. She said a few prayers instead.