Donald Cragen had been awake all night. From the moment that he realised that two of his officers were still in danger he had been searching for them, exhausting every tiny possible lead. How had they not known? How had he not realised that Elliot and Olivia were being lured into danger? He had demanded that every officer in the station dragged themselves out of their beds and into the station to help find their missing comrades.

He had begged, silently that Elliot and Olivia would be okay. He hadn't spoken to Olivia and Elliot directly about what had happened in Chicago, he'd heart a few details from Elliot but nothing more. He had, however spoken to George Huang, and from what George had told him it sounded like they had been through hell and back. The men who held them captive enjoyed torturing them, enjoyed seeing how Elliot reacted when Olivia was in danger, and how Olivia acted when Elliot was threatened.

When Elliot and Olivia first returned from Chicago Cragen found himself relieved that Elliot was no longer a permanent member of the team. Their unique bond had, for the second time, been something that a perp had used against them. It had happened once before, as far as he knew, and Elliot and Olivia's partnership had barely survived. Olivia left the squad and Elliot had been on self destruct mode. When Olivia came back, Don had been faced with the prospect of separating them, of accepting that they were too close and preventing them from another situation where their feelings were use against them. But he didn't. They had managed, for years after that, to remain professional, they had learnt a hard lesson after losing a little boy.

Don had seen great acts of courage from officers when their partners were in danger, it happened every day, but he had never seen partners who were so in sync as Olivia and Elliot. Before Elliot had transferred Don wondered if one could actually survive without the other? He had seen the look on Elliot's face when a perp got too close to Olivia, and he'd seen Olivia jump to her partners defence without thinking more times than he could remember. They had yet to cross the line, Elliot had never reacted to the perps, and their leering, although Don was sure he'd come close, and Olivia had never crossed the line of insubordination in regards to Elliot, although she too had come close.

Don had, at one time, questioned just how professional Olivia and Elliot's relationship was. He hadn't dared to ask either one of them, but at one point, after Elliot and his wife had separated, the tension between the pair had been excruciating. He knew that he had avoided asking because he was afraid of the answer. He had heard rumours, faced questioning from superior officers and he decided that he'd rather not have to lie, so he ignored it. He still didn't know what had happened, If anything. He only hoped that they had managed to escape the lure of adultery, he was sure Elliot would never have cheated on his wife, almost sure. He tried to pick the point where it had become so complicated.

He had never met partners more fiercely loyal to each other. When Elliot left, Don watched silently as Olivia struggled to find her own routine. It had been, at times painful as she struggled, but she managed, she had survived and he had yet to hear of Elliot exploding while he was with homicide. They had coped without each other. But that changed after Chicago. Don had seen the strain in their relationship, he had seen Olivia avoiding Elliot's stare, and Elliot's rage had reared its ugly head more than once. Don wasn't sure if it was because of the time apart, or the time spent being slowly tortured with the idea of hard coming to either one of them but something had changed. He had been worried, even spoken to Huang who explained that after such a trauma, and being forced to watch the other being tortured, sexually assaulted and nearly killed, they simply needed time to come to terms with just how frightened they had been at the thought of the other being harmed and after the feelings of helplessness.

Donald Cragen had had all kind of thoughts about Elliot and Olivia, he had spent years trying to ensure that they remained the outstanding team that they had always been. But now, as Don simply stood and stared at the carnage in front of him, he could barely think of anything at all. His heart physically ached in a way it never had before.

"Captain…" Fin walked towards him slowly, unsure of what to say. Cragen simply stared. "Warner wants to… She needs to take the bodies," he spoke slowly. Fin's gaze turned to the burnt remains in front of him.

They had got the call twelve hours after Olivia and Elliot had gone missing. A burning car registered to Elliot Stabler, two bodies inside. Fin and Don had been forced to sit and watch as fire fighters struggled with the blaze before they could ask about people, about whether anyone was inside. Don struggled not to empty the contents of his stomach as the fire fighters walked away and he saw them clearly, in the front and passenger seat, two charred bodies.

"There's nothing we can do now-" Fin placed a strong hand on the older man's' shoulder. He felt completely numb.

"I have to tell Kathy, his kids…" Don couldn't believe they were gone. He closed his eyes as he thought of the horrors they must have been put through before they died. His heart ached as he wondered just how scared they must have been. He prayed it had been quick, but secretly, he knew that they wouldn't have been that lucky…

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Eleven hours earlier

His head hurt. His ribs ached. The last thing Elliot remembered was being dragged out of the car, screaming that if the bastards who had rammed into them touched Olivia he would kill each and every one of them. Someone hit him from behind. He'd woken up in a small, dark and damp room. Olivia was inches away from him. Slowly, he had crawled to her, terrified that she was dead. She had dry blood trailing from the top of her head, down her neck and chest from a nasty gash on her head.

She was breathing. He had released a breath he hadn't even realised he was holding. His shaking hands pulled her towards him, cradling her and thanking God and whoever else would listen that she was alive. The relief that she was alive quickly turned to fear. They had been set up. They were trapped, held captive by the men who had so nearly killed them just weeks before. Olivia was the target. He knew that they were both in danger but that Kieran had fixated on Olivia, that he would stop at nothing to break her. He knew that they wouldn't let them get away this time, that there was no way they were walking out.

He sat for what seemed like hours just holding her, silently begging her to wake up, to be okay. Then he started to wonder if perhaps it was best that she didn't wake up. She would be scared, she'd know, just as he did, that the chances of them escaping for a second time were slim to none.

"El…" Olivia mumbled slowly, struggling to open her eyes.

"You're okay, Liv, you're okay," he whispered as she shifted in his arms. "We were in an accident but we're okay. We're going to be fine," he whispered holding her closely, hoping to God that he was right.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

"Warner is still at the scene, they can't move… the bodies yet…" Munch took a deep breath. He and Fin were sat with Cragen in his office. A bottle of unopened rum stood alone on the desk. None of them could bring themselves to open it, to do anything. Their colleagues were gone, dead. Munch had been chasing another lead with Phil when he got the call from Cragen to come back to the station. He and Phil had listened as the Captains voice cracked as he shared the sad news. Phil had left right away, without a word, none of the men had the strength to go after him.

"Have you spoken to Kathy?" Fin asked, unsure of what else to say. He had lost a colleague before, when he was with narcotics a young officer had been killed, it was awful and it was sad, but not like this. Fin was very rarely lost for words but he didn't even know where to begin. He had had issues with Elliot, they'd fought on more than one occasion, but he was a damn good cop and eventually, a damn good friend. Elliot would have spent his last minutes, seconds trying to save Olivia, Fin was almost sure of it. He didn't even want to think about the wife and children Stabler was leaving behind, he just couldn't.

Olivia was a different story, she had become a friend right away. She had constantly played referee between him and Elliot and offered advice on how to deal with the sometimes irrational Stabler. They had been closer after Sealview, he knew that she'd spoken to him about things that she wouldn't speak to anyone else about. She trusted him. He sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat. He wished he'd known, wished he'd been there to help them, he would have fought to the death for them, just like they would have for him.

"No," Cragen answered slowly. "I want to…I want more information from Warner first, I want to be able to tell her everything she wants to know." They had no information as of yet, just that they were dead. That wasn't enough, Kathy Stabler deserved more. "I never wanted to have to make this call…" he sighed.

"What about Olivia?" Munch asked, he hadn't spoken to Olivia too much recently. That was his first thought when Cragen had told him what had happened. She had been busy, so had he, but he should have taken a moment, he should have asked her how she was, should have let her know that he was doing everything he could to find the bastards who had hurt her. He didn't think for a second that he would never get the chance. He would never get to speak to her again, his friend.

"Elliot was her next of kin… I don't even know who to call…" Cragen closed his eyes for a moment, Elliot had his children, his wife, that was a tragedy in itself, but Olivia had never had that chance. She would never know what it was like to hold her own child, to get married. Their lives had been ended so suddenly, so brutally. He shuddered.

"I think I have her brothers' number… Somewhere…" Fin started. "But he wasn't around, he didn't know her. We should…" again, Fin swallowed the lump in his throat. "We should arrange the funeral. We were closer to her." Suddenly the numbness had ceased and he was enraged. Anger quickly replaced the shock and sadness. He got up, quickly and stalked towards the door, his fists clenched.

"Fin," Munch stood in front of him, he placed a hand on his partners shoulder. "We'll find these bastards," he promised. "There are people out there looking now, you going out there won't help. We need time to…accept this,"

"Accept it? Accept that our friends are dead?"

"We need to be here for Kathy and the kids, and for each other," John offered, his hand still on Fins shoulder. "We'll get them," he assured his partner. "We'll get them."

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

"Are you okay?" Olivia asked as Elliot used a strip of his torn shirt to try to clean her head wound and some of the blood that had literally covered one side of her neck and chest,

"Broken rib maybe, nothing I can't handle," he told her, pressing his shirt against her head. "The bleeding has almost stopped." He didn't want to address where they were, or what was going to happen to them, she knew that. He had remained in police officer mode, refusing to panic.

"They cut my cast off," she told him, confused as to why they would do such a thing. Her wrist was aching along with the rest of her body.

It looked like they were locked in a cellar. There were no windows, stone walls and metal door. Elliot had already tried to see if there was any way of getting around it, there were none.

"What do we do now?" Olivia asked, trying not to sound as scared as she felt. She winced as Elliot put pressure on her head wound. Had it not been for the seriousness of the situation they were in she would have already succumbed to the throbbing pain in her head and closed her eyes, just for a few minutes. But she had to focus.

"We just…wait," he answered solemnly. He wanted to tell her again that it would all be okay but he couldn't face lying to her. The likelihood of them both escaping again was slim, he knew this. Rogers and Kieran, and the other men out there had planned it to the very last detail. Olivia and Elliot knew that they had escaped last time, only by the skin of their teeth, and that Rogers wouldn't let that happen again.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

They had been sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Elliot had searched the small room trying to find anything that he could use as a weapon. He'd broken the handle of a sweeping brush, its sharp edge would impale at least one person. When he realised that there was nothing else that he could use he sat down next to Olivia again. He had, initially, been worried that Olivia had barely said a word, worried about the seriousness of the wound on her head but she assured him she was fine. He realised soon after that she was just as terrified as he was. She too was trying to think of any way that they could possibly get away.

They both froze as they heard movement on the other side of the door. Without thinking to Elliot reached for Olivia's hand, pulled her as far away from the door as possible and grasped the broom handle. The door creaked and opened excruciatingly slowly. Olivia's heart sank as she saw a familiar grin.

"Hello Darlin'" Kieran stepped into the room, closely followed by Rogers. "Glad to see that little bump on the head didn't leave you out cold for too long," he smiled, staying close to the door.

"What do you-" Olivia started, stopping as Rogers held his hand up, silencing her.

"What do we want with you? What are we going to do with you? Wouldn't you like to know." He held his hands behind his back and smiled. "You two must have known this was coming? I really thought you'd be a little more vigilant, we left you all sorts of signs. How is little Eli?"

Olivia tightened her grip on Elliot's arm as she felt him tense against her. She knew that as soon as Elliot reacted the games would begin.

"And Olivia, Jesus, we were in your house just a few days ago." Rogers watched as Olivia's jaw tensed.

"It's a really nice place sweetheart, lots of places to hide…" Kieran stayed exactly where he was, waiting for one of them to speak. The both knew better. "I was disappointed that you didn't bring anyone home, I would have enjoyed that show. Instead I got the showering, changing, sleeping…"

Again, Elliot tensed next to Olivia, and again she held him in place with just a hand on his arm. "You could have gotten away," Olivia spoke slowly. "You could have left and never been found, you could have taken the money, the kids to another country. Why didn't you?" She hated the thought of him disposing of the children in his care, but he could have so easily ordered it. It didn't make sense that he would risk so much just to have access to Elliot and her.

"When you guys embarrassed me last time, when you shot me and ran away like cowards, you made it personal. You didn't think I would let you get away with that?" Rogers smiled. "You thought you could just carry on as if nothing had happened?" He shook his head as Elliot and Olivia said nothing. "You know I spoke to the nice nurse who looked after you both, what was her name?" he reached into his pocket. "Oh yeah," he pulled out a small name tag. "Sam, she was a lovely little thing. I let Kieran have some fun with her. She told me a few interesting things about the two of you, not that she wanted to but we had ways of…persuading her-"

"Whatever you do to us," Elliot started, sparing Olivia from the details of what had happened to the kind nurse who had looked after them. "Whatever you do, they will find you."

"Maybe, but I think it will be worth it. Kieran has just been dying to see you again Olivia, you really caught his eye. You didn't really feel the true extent of his affection before, but don't worry, you will this time."

"You don't come near her." Elliot tightened his grip on the broken broom handle, speaking through gritted teeth.

"Elliot," Rogers laughed. "You're only here for entertainment, do yourself a favour and shut up. And honestly, do you really think a broom is going to keep us away from you, away from her?" he asked, producing a hand gun from his pocket. "Drop it," he ordered. Elliot swallowed the lump in his throat and did so. They had nothing to protect them, nothing at all. "We're going for a little walk."

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Kathy nervously sat waiting. Less than forty eight hours ago her life had been turned upside down. Donald Cragen had called a few hours before asking if he could visit. She had given him the address, and asked nervously if anything was wrong. She had been waiting for the call ever since Elliot had decided to stay with Olivia. Was he hurt? Or worse? Her heart sank as she struggled not to think about what could have happened to her husband, she would wait until she spoke to Captain Cragen, otherwise she would drive herself crazy. She was sure that Elliot had simply asked Don to fill her in on whatever was happening, that was it, he was just coming to reassure her that everything was okay.

She had thought that her days of worrying were over. It seemed strange to admit but homicide didn't seem as dangerous as SVU always had. It was crazy, Elliot was hunting murderers, but Kathy couldn't help feel that he was safer doing that that hunting paedophiles and rapists. She couldn't count the amount of times she'd had to rush to the hospital, unsure of exactly what had happened or how hurt he was while he had been working at SVU. It hadn't happened once since he'd left SVU. And then he went back… When Elliot joined homicide she noticed straight away that her husband was rushing home from work, happy to be at home and frustrated whenever he was called away from the family for a case. It wasn't like that with SVU.

With SVU Elliot was barely at home, left the family without a second thought to go to Olivia if she called, without a hint of frustration. As much as she hated to admit it Kathy was relieved that Olivia was no longer a major feature in her husband's life. She wasn't a jealous woman, she never had been, but there was something about Olivia and the way Elliot spoke about her, and reacted to her that left Kathy feeling uneasy. There were periods when she didn't feel worried at all, there were times when she thought of Olivia as she did Elliot's pervious partners but then… every so often something would change, thing would shift and she no longer felt at ease. Kathy knew, without even asking that nothing had ever happened between Elliot and Olivia, she had thought about asking, after she and Elliot had separated, she had wanted to ask but he beat her to it. In a heated argument about Elliot leaving to meet Olivia again, in the middle of the night Elliot blurted it out, the thing she had been terrified to ask.

"And before you ask, no, nothing happened between us. Nothing will ever happen between us, it's not like that."

It wasn't like that. As soon as he said it she believed him but sometimes, it didn't ease the worry. She knew that Elliot and Olivia shared something so unique, something that she couldn't ever understand. Elliot used to confide in her, talk to her about cases, allow her to comfort him but a few years into his and Olivia's partnership Kathy realised things had change. He no longer spoke to her, he bottled everything up and tried to pretend everything was fine. It took her at least another year to realise that he no longer confided in her, not because he was better at coping with the horrors that he saw on a daily basis, but because he was confiding in Olivia instead. Kathy hadn't liked resenting Olivia, and she didn't all the time, just sometimes. She hated feeling relieved that Elliot no longer worked with Olivia, she had always known that it wasn't SVU that Elliot didn't want to leave, but Olivia.

Eight months ago Elliot had stumbled through the front door at three o'clock in the morning. Kathy had been waiting up for him, worried after Cragen had called nearly twelve hours before asking if he could speak to Elliot, explaining that he had left the station without a word.

"What's going on?" Kathy had asked, concerned. Elliot had been drunk, drunker than she had seen him in a long time. "Talk to me," she had pleaded after what seemed like hours of silence.

"I can't do this anymore."

Just like that it was over. Elliot put in his transfer papers that week. She hadn't missed the look of regret on his face leading up to his last day. He didn't want to leave Olivia. In the end it had been a little girl, who had been the spitting image of Elizabeth when she was younger, who pushed Elliot away from SVU. Beaten and abused, strangled and stabbed the little girl's death was the final nail in the coffin for Elliot. Kathy had, of course, encouraged the move, she knew she was being selfish when she reminded him it was what he wanted, and encouraged him to follow through with his plan when he had voiced his doubts about leaving. She wanted her husband back, she had shared him with the job, and with Olivia for too long.

She had nothing against Olivia, but Olivia didn't have a family like Elliot did, it was easy for her to rely on Elliot but she couldn't see that it left him feeling guilty if even the slightest thing happened to her while he wasn't there. It wasn't Olivia's fault that Elliot had such a strong sense of duty to her, Kathy knew that, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow when Elliot left her and the children so that he could visit Olivia after a difficult day.

When Elliot had told her about Chicago, about going back to SVU even for a little while she couldn't help but feel like it was punishment for pushing Elliot so hard to leave SVU when she knew he wasn't ready. He had promised that it would just be once, but of course it hadn't. As soon as he got back from Chicago, battered and bruised he was back at the 1-6 again. Kathy didn't know much about what had happened when Elliot and Olivia were held captive but she knew that she woke every night to the sound of Elliot mumbling Olivia's name, begging someone not to hurt her. She had tried to ask her husband what had happened but he closed up, and the Elliot who spoke about cases, and rushed home to the kids was gone, he was back to brooding and spending every spare minute at work. She did understand, she knew what was at stake, hundreds of innocent children, but she had finally gotten her husband back, she just wished he wasn't so valuable, so good at his job, maybe then he wouldn't feel so compelled to be there so often. She knew that yet again, she was being selfish. She had dealt with Elliot and SVU for twelve years, she hoped that as soon as the case was solved he would move back to homicide and she would have her husband back for good.

She couldn't even begin to imagine how she would have coped had something happened to him. She knew that the people who were after him and Olivia meant business, there was no way that Elliot would have agreed to protection himself if not. He was always quick to protect his family, but never himself. Kathy used to have nightmares about Elliot dying, every time the phone rang her heart would stop, then she realised just how resilient her husband was. His daughters teased him constantly about how many times he'd been shot, he was so used to it he was usually back to work the next day. Elliot would do anything to ensure he got back to his family at the end of every day, Kathy knew that much. That didn't mean she didn't still worry, she did, but not like she used to.

She tried to stop herself from thinking, as she waited for Don, about what she would do if Elliot had run out of luck. Her heart ached as she thought about how she would tell her children. She thought about this for all of three minutes before snapping out of it and reminding herself, Don was just coming to reassure her that everything was okay. The only man that she ever loved was fine, the father of her children was coming home and everything was going to be fine.

"Mom, Captain Cragen is here," Elizabeth called from the hallway. Kathy looked up as Don walked in. She knew right away, the look on his face said it all.

"No…" she whispered, looking at the pained expression on the older man's face. Her heart felt as though it was about to implode. "No…"

"I'm so sorry…" Cragen's voice shook as he struggled to compose himself. "Kathy, I'm just so sorry."

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Olivia struggled against the handcuffs, there was no way that she would be able to squeeze her hands out of them, they were too tight. She and Elliot had been frog marched out of the tiny basement in which they were being held nearly an hour before. They were walking in silence with Kieran and Rogers in front of them.

Rogers and Kieran had stopped taunting them as soon as the handcuffs were on, this only worried Olivia more. She had no idea where they were, no way of getting away and now where to go even if they could get away. This had been planned so well, she knew that this had been planned to be her final few days, or hours depending on how lucky she was.

She wished, more than anything, that Elliot wasn't with her. He was only there, as Rogers had reminded them, just for entertainment, just to play with. They wanted her, they wanted her to suffer, that was bad enough and if she could have had two wishes the next one would have been for herself, but for now it was for Elliot. She wanted Elliot to be able to go home to his wife and children. She tried to remain positive, to think that there were people looking for them but she knew, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, that nobody knew where they were. She would fight, she would fight and try to escape and she'd make sure that Elliot had the best chance possible of getting away but they weren't playing anymore, she knew that if it came down to it and they were lucky enough for one of them to get a chance to get away then it was going to be Elliot. She wouldn't fight with him this time, not like the last time, the stakes were too high. They wanted her, maybe if she distracted them long enough Elliot could get away. She knew that Kieran would be focussed on her almost constantly, there was no way, even if Elliot caused a distraction, that she would be able to get away because she Kieran would notice straight away.

As they trudged through the leaves and mud, Elliot was desperately looking for any sign that would tell him where there were. They were in a wooded area, surrounded by trees with no sign of civilisation. He hadn't seen a person, or any signs of other people since they'd started walking. He had kept his eyes on Kieran at all times, the other men were dangerous, he knew that, but Kieran hadn't stopped glancing and grinning at Olivia since they'd been walking. Elliot knew exactly what was planned for Olivia, he was wracking his brain trying to think of every possible way out of the situation they were in but he knew they had only escaped before by accident. Rogers had told them it was personal, he wasn't going to let them get away again.

Olivia cried out as she missed her footing and landed in a heap on the ground. She cried out in pain as the handcuffs pulled on her still broken wrist. She struggled to get up..

"Careful sweetheart," Kieran hauled her up off of the ground and pulled her towards him. For a moment he held her, leaning towards her and taking a long deep breath. With his lips pressed against the back of her head he whispered, "You smell so good." Olivia shifted against him, closing her eyes in disgust as she felt his entire body pressed tightly against her.

"Can you feel that?" Kieran mumbled, rolling his hips against her backside, leaving Olivia with no doubt as to what he wanted to do to her. "That's all for you."

"Get the away from her-" Elliot had taken exactly two steps towards Kieran and Olivia before he was flung to the ground by Rogers who then placed a large foot on top of Elliot's chest, using all of his body weight to keep him subdued on the ground.

"Elliot, you're going to have to learn to share," he didn't even try to hide the grin on his face.

"Fu-"

"Elliot, don't!" Olivia yelled, ignoring Kieran as he stood impossibly closer to her. She wouldn't stand and watch while Elliot talked himself into a beating. She couldn't stand it.

"Yeah Elliot, don't," Kieran laughed, stepping away from Olivia and back towards Rogers. Olivia released the breath that she didn't even know she'd been holding. Rogers hauled Elliot up and pushed him towards Olivia.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly as soon as he reached her.

"I'm fine, please, just don't rise to it. They're doing this to get a reaction-"

"Did we say you two could talk?" Rogers stopped, turned and without warning back handing Olivia across the face. Elliot clenched his fist, and jaw, knowing that Rogers was just waiting for him to say something. He wouldn't. He knew that it wouldn't take much for the bastards to get carried away, he knew that if he spoke out now that where they were stood could be the place that they died.

"Okay, keep walking," Rogers pushed Olivia in front of him, next to Kieran. "You learn to hold your tongue Elliot," he whispered, loud enough for only Elliot to hear. "Every time you piss me off I'm going to hurt her, do you understand that? And then when I'm tired of hurting her I'm going to hand her over to Kieran and make you watch every little thing that he does to her, do you understand?" He waited and repeated slowly, "Do you…understand?"

"Yes."

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Kathy sat at the kitchen table, unsure of what to say, or think. She felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest. How was she going to tell the children, how was she supposed to tell them that their father was never coming home again? She swallowed a sob as Don placed a cup of something hot in front of her.

"I…I knew it would happen…" she whispered, unable to find her voice. "I just… I didn't…." Kathy shook her head as more tears slipped down her cheeks.

"I don't know what to say," Don answered, his heart aching as he watched Kathy struggling to compose herself.

"I have to tell the children… I have to… I have to tell them-"

"Kathy, not now. You need to take a little time-"

"How am I supposed to tell them?" she asked, meeting Don's gaze. "How do I tell them that he was… burned alive-" she brought her hand up to her mouth, she felt physically sick.

"We don't know…" Don didn't want to say that they didn't know if they were already dead when the fire was set. It wasn't a comfort. They were still dead.

Both Don and Kathy shared a glance as the doorbell rang. "Who else knows you're here?" Don asked, reaching for his gun. Kathy and the children were with a relative who had promised that no one would visit while they were there.

"I don't… no one…" for a moment Kathy thought it might have been Elliot, that it was all a big mistake and he had come back to her… As soon as she realised how silly it was her heart began to break all over again. Was this what it was going to be like? Every morning when she woke up, would she have those torturous few seconds where she forgot that he was gone? Would her heart ache every day for the rest of her life?

She was shaken from her thoughts as Don placed a hand to his lips, signalling for Kathy to stay quiet. Slowly, gun in hand, he walked towards the front door.

"Captain it's me!" Don sighed as he heard Fin's voice on the other side of the door. As soon as the door was opened Fin came in. "Kathy," he started, noticing her tear streaked face. He place his hands on Kathy's shoulders. "It's not them," he whispered. "It's not them, they aren't dead."

"What?"

"They bodies, they aren't Elliot and Olivia, they're exact doubles, same height, clothes but it's not them. Warner told me as soon as you left the office Captain, I tried to call you but you didn't answer so I came straight here."

"He's alive?" Kathy sobbed, her hand flying to cover her mouth. "Thank God, oh, thank God."

"We're gonna find them Kathy," Fin promised, "We're gonna find them and bring them home."