Hello! I'm really, really sorry I haven't updated in like two months! I've been sooo busy! Also my father recently had major surgery, so I've been at the hospital quite a bit. But here is your chapter, and I hope to update a little more frequently now.

I also have something for you all. I'm not sure if any of you are familiar with The Sims 2, but I made the svu people in the game, and now I can control them! Mwah!!! I can be Dick Wolf!!!! Woo hoo!!!! I can make Elliot and Liv do things… Grins Evilly Anyway, I am taking lots of pics for you guys, so you can see some El/Liv romance! Yeah! If you check out my homepage and click on the SVU Sims 2 Style link, you can find the stuff. I know there's not a lot on there now, but I have a ton that I need to upload. Check it out!

Disclaimer: Mr. Wolf still hasn't held up his end of the bargain.

11:43 am Blaine's Auto Body

"Excuse me? Could we please speak with the manager?" Munch asked a young man working on a red convertible.

"What is this about?" Munch and Fin held up their badges. "Right this way." he said, wiping his hands on a cloth and leading them inside. He stopped at a small office. The sign read:

Blaine A. Clark Manager

"Hi. We're Detectives Munch and Tutuola. We need to ask you some questions about one of your employees." Fin told him.

"Alright. I'm Blaine, the manager here. How can I help you?" the man said politely. He was sitting at his desk signing a paper.

"Aaron Dreet. He's one of your employees. We-"

"I'm sorry sir, Mr. Dreet quit yesterday."

"Shit."

11:54 am Sixth Precinct

The phone on Cragen's desk rang. He picked it up.

"C-Captain?"

"Elliot? What's wrong?"

"Maureen…"

"What? Elliot, what happened?"

"Maureen…she…she's in a coma.

"Oh God Elliot." The phone beeped. There was another call. "Elliot, can you hold on a second?" He pressed a green button. "Hello?"

"Stop talking to him." a robotic-sounding voice demanded.

"Who is this?"

"I can see you. I can see him too."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Hang up or you'll pay." The dial tone blared. Cragen pressed the button again.

"Elliot?"

"Yeah?"

"I gotta go."

"Alright." He hung up.

"Sara?" Cragen called his secretary into his office.

"Yes?" The young blonde woman walked in.

"I need a trace on the last call that came in here."

"Okay. I'll call for one." She walked out. Cragen wondered who made the mysterious phone call. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Don shouted. Munch and Fin entered.

"He quit." John said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Dreet." Fin told him.

"What? Oh. Do we have anything else on where he is? A girlfriend maybe?" Cragen rubbed his forehead.

"Nope. We talked to some of his fellow employees but we got nothing." said Munch.

Cragen sighed. "Well, did you talk to some of his old neighbors?"

"Um… No. I don't think so. I guess we forgot." stated Fin.

"Well go check that out."

"Okay." John gripped the door handle.

"Oh. By the way, Maureen's in a coma."

"What? When did that happen?" Munch asked.

"I don't know. Not too long ago. After you go to his old building, talk to Elliot. I have business to take care of."

"Okay." Detectives Munch and Tutuola left.

12:21 pm Munch's Car

"Maybe we should just call Elliot now." Fin suggested. They were in John's car not far from the precinct.

"Go ahead." Munch directed. Fin dialed the numbers, 5-4-3-8-9-2-8. They talked for a while and Fin managed to get Elliot to go home and get some rest.

2:13 pm Elliot's apartment

Elliot was exhausted. Fin persuaded him to go home and sleep after a lot of arguing. He pulled up outside his building, parked, and entered the main lobby. He took the keys from his pocket and unlocked the mailbox by the reception desk. Luckily, Elliot found a really nice place during his separation with Kathy. They had pretty good security. He took the mail from the bin and closed and locked the door to it. Then he headed for the elevator and eventually reached his floor and stood outside of his apartment. He pulled out his keys again and everything in his hands went flying. He kneeled down to pick it up and noticed a certain envelope in particular. It was addressed to Detective Elliot Stabler, and it had no return address. In fact, it didn't even have his address.

Who is this from? He wondered. He tore open the letter and pulled out the perfect white piece of paper inside. It read,

Dear Mr. Stabler,

I would like to thank you for the pleasure you're beautiful daughter gave me. She is a gorgeous young girl, don't you think? As for the other one, she is too loud. Can't you teach your children to be quiet?

It wasn't signed. Elliot knew who it was from. He clenched his fist.

Bastard, he thought. He turned over the letter.

P.S. Your partner, or should I say, ex-partner, isn't so safe anymore.

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