Author's Notes: You reviewers are making my day! Also, thanks to anyone who's read it and not reviewed. Hope you're liking it.

Here's a longer chapi where you'll find out more about what Benson's gotten herself into. Enjoy!

Also, I'm sure that some of the events in this chapter would never happen but I took a little license.

Also, just an fyi, never become an RA (just j/king).

Disclaimer: Well I nearly crashed into the sun since I couldn't get the Enterprise to go into warp. But I'm not about to give up. I'm now visiting the House page and I'm gonna infect Dick Wolf with some strange disease and only give him his diagnosis when he signs over his rights to me. I will prevail…..

Now onto the Meat and Potatoes

Lizzie

Startling updates

Elliot Stabler helped Tommy finish setting the table while Jake and Katie worked on homework and Ally got ready for work. The smell of spaghetti made Stabler's stomach growl and served as a reminder to never live on fried fish and cole slaw. Ally returned moments later and called everyone to dinner. Stabler didn't realize the fuss his presence created but soon found out when the three children entered the kitchen.

"I want to sit next to the man with the funny accent!"

"Katie!" Ally had scolded, gently.

"Well his does, Mum!"

"Tommy, you behave."

Ally gestured for Stabler to take a seat at the end of the table. Katie and Tommy immediately clamored over and sat down on either side of him.

"I win!"

"I win, too!"

Jake rolled his eyes and sat down next to his sister. Tommy and Katie soon proved to be interested in Stabler because of his strange accent and his freshness to the household but Jake was interested in the case.

"Do you think you'll get anywhere with my drawing, Detective Stabler?"

The detective had shrugged while getting up to help himself to pasta.

"You never know, Jake. I think there's a good possibility that you might have paved the way for me."

Tommy reached over and pulled on Stabler's sleeve.

"What about me, Detective Stabler? I knew the man's name!"

Stabler reached across the table and grabbed a piece of bread before nodding his approval to Tommy. "That was a big help as well. You both did really well."

Right on cue, Katie pulled herself out of her pasta, her face a mess with spaghetti sauce. "Did I help too?"

"Of course, Katie."

Tommy also was a mess of sauce and noodles but leaned forward. "No you didn't! You're too little and stupid to help."

Katie turned red. "MUM, Tommy called me stupid!"

Ally had just taken a seat. "Tommy, if you call your sister stupid again you'll be excused from the table. Do you want that?"

Tommy shook his head and returned to his pasta. "No, Mum."

Stabler turned his attention to Tommy after a few moments of silence.

"Tommy, do you know anything else about Office Ulmer?"

The boy dropped his fork and forgot about his dinner. He was ready to tell all.

"Just that he's a cop and he catches bad guys. He keeps our streets safe. He's a really good guy. He says we can wave when we see him. He says he's our friend."

Jake had also put his fork down. Now that they were back on the case, food wasn't that important.

"I think he means anything of importance, Tommy."

"I mean anything, Jake."

Jake looked confused but than his face brightened. "Oh I remember now. It's like on tv when the cop uses everything to solve the mystery. Every little bit helps!"

"That's right. What else, Tommy?"

Katie was bouncing up and down on her chair. "He gave me candy and I yelled at him when he offered me beer."

Tommy stuck his tongue out at her. "He didn't really offer you beer, stupid. It was pretend."

"Mum, he did it again!"

Ally put her fork down and reached over and scooped up Tommy's plate. "You've had enough pasta so I want you to finish answering Detective Stabler's questions, get on your homework and go to bed. No tv tonight."

Tommy glared at Katie who was beaming. Stabler sensed danger, having had a few moments like this at his dinner table, and pressed on.

"Tommy, do you know where Officer Ulmer works?"

"At the police station."

"Do you know which one?"

Tommy screwed up his face in concentration. "I think the one right across the street from the park. He said that when he drives by the park, we can wave."

A knock on the door made everyone look up. Ally was on her feet quickly.

"That'll be Mrs. Sanders."

She opened the door and a woman in her mid fifties walked in, opened her mouth to greet the family but stopped when she caught sight of Stabler.

"Who's your guest, Ally?"

Stabler took a step forward and Ally motioned for him.

"This is Detective Elliot Stabler, Margie. Detective, this is Margie Sanders, my neighbor."

Stabler shook hands with the woman who gave him a smile. "It's nice to see a man over for dinner."

Ally turned red. "Margie, please. Detective Stabler wanted a drawing from Jake."

"He's working a case, Mrs. Sanders!" Jake couldn't hold it back. "We're helping!"

Margie nodded. "Is that the case, Detective?"

Stabler picked up the drawing and handed it to Mrs. Sanders. "Yep and everyone here has been a great help."

Ally had just returned with her coat in hand. Stabler hadn't seen her leave the kitchen. "I'm off to work. Jake and Katie have homework but than they can watch tv. Tommy is to go to bed as soon as his homework is done."

She kissed all three of her kids good-bye and headed for the door. Stabler decided that now was the ideal time to leave. He shook hands with all of the kids and Mrs. Sanders.

"Thanks for your help and I'll tell you how things pan out."

The kids had been disappointed to see him go but he had left his phone number back in the States so they could hear his funny accent.

Once outside, he hailed a taxi cab and turned to bid Ally good-bye.

"Look after yourself and your rugrats. I'll be in touch and thanks for your help."

Ally had shaken his hand warmly. "I hope you find Ms. Benson, Detective Stabler." She had then turned and headed towards Leisure Inn Hotel.

"I'm staying at Leisure Inn so I'll probably see you around."

Ally had waved once more while Stabler hopped into his cab and headed for the park Tommy had described.

ADA Casey Novak closed her phone and allowed herself one groan of annoyance. First Benson and now Stabler? Things were never going to calm down. Novak couldn't even be sure she had probable cause for a search warrant. Sure, she had gotten more with less but those were every day perps, not one of New York's finest. Squaring her shoulders, Novak headed to Judge Elizabeth Donnelly, an excellent judge and close friend. If anyone would be able to help her, it would be Liz.

Novak knocked and took a deep breath before entering. Judge Donnelly was facing her computer but she gave the ADA a smile when she walked in. However, after seeing the look on Novak's face, it quickly vanished. Novak looked like a woman on a mission and Donnelly knew that Novak's missions rarely were simple and strait forward.

"What can I do for you today, Casey?"

Novak hesitated, which further worried Donnelly.

"Liz, I need a favor."

Those five little words were the things that made Donnelly want to go mysteriously deaf. Novak was probably after some judge that she felt was corrupt or after a warrant with little to no evidence. While Donnelly would admit that Novak thrived in the SVU environment (was thrived the right word?) those detectives often put her neck on the block. Sometimes Novak would walk in claiming they had probable cause with nothing to back it up. While Donnelly respected the SVU detectives, she still held some ill will towards them for ADA Alex Cabot, the former SVU ADA who had been killed after the SVU detectives sent her to court not even knowing the name of the informant. Both she and the informant had been killed and Donnelly had yet to completely forgive them, even though it was discovered that Cabot really was alive. She was still stuck in Witness Protection. She didn't want Casey Novak meeting the same fate.

"What favor, Casey?"

Novak took a seat before stating the thing Judge Donnelly had been expecting least.

"I need a warrant to pull the credit card statements of Elliot Stabler."

Donnelly thought for a second she had misheard Novak but the woman's face was so set that she as positive Novak had said Elliot Stabler, one of the detectives involved when Alex Cabot was 'killed.' What had he done now?

"Why, Casey?"

Novak knew this was coming but she didn't want to go into the gory details. "May I have a drink of water first," she asked and while Donnelly went to grabbed her a bottle from her private refrigerator, Novak tried to think of the best way to say it fast and get it out of the way.

There's just no way around it, Casey. Just tell her and get it over with.

Donnelly returned moments later with a bottle of water in her hand. She handed it to Novak, who took a large swig before starting her tale.

It took the better part of half an hour to finish and when she sat back and looked at Donnelly, the judge looked to be in shock.

"You've got to be joking, Casey!" Despite her statement, Donnelly's face said that she believed the ADA. Novak didn't even bother shaking her head.

"That's why I need the warrant. If Elliot's gone to Europe after Liv than we can send a detail after him. There's no reason for something horrid to happen."

Donnelly still didn't move so Novak leaned forward. "Please, Liz."

Ten minutes later, Casey Novak walked into the sixteenth prescient with a warrant clasped in her hand.

Stabler really didn't have a clue where this park was and he berated himself for not bothering to ask. The cab driver had asked where to and Stabler had found himself tongue tied.

"The park with the police station by it," had been Stabler's best guess but luckily the driver had a vague idea.

"There're a couple of parks that might be the one you're thinking of. We'll try both."

Stabler knew in his gut that this Brit knew exactly which park but would drive him to the wrong one first just to run his bill up. Normally, Stabler would have considered complaining but he was so desperate he didn't care.

Sure enough, the first park was wrong. The second, however, had a police station just down the road a block. Stabler hopped out, paid the driver and headed inside. He pulled the drawing Jake Gall had done and kept it close for quick reference. This could be the tie that bound the whole puzzle together. It was almost seven in the evening and Stabler hoped that he and Benson would be on the midnight flight home.

Stabler entered the station to find officers working at their desks, the same as he would be doing at this time in the states. Some were getting ready to head home but others looked like they were in for a rough night. Deciding to pick one of the ones out the door, Stabler approached and cleared his throat. The man turned around and nodded to Stabler.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Stabler pulled out Jake's drawing and held it up.

"I'm looking for this man. I was told he worked here." Stabler pulled out his badge and showed it to the officer. "My name's Elliot Stabler and I'm from New York PD. I think this guy's name is…"

"Stabler?"

Both Stabler and the officer turned to face a portly man with a black mustache. Stabler's mouth feel open slightly. Except for a few mistakes, this man was a spiting image of the drawing. Stabler stepped around the officer and approached the other man.

"That's right. How do you know my name?"

The man froze and his eyes widened. "I have nothing to say to you. Please show Detective Stabler out."

Elliot Stabler rarely went down without a fight and this would be no exception.

"You can do whatever you want, Ulmer, but I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what you know about Olivia Benson."

The officer who was standing by Stabler looked from his boss to the American detective. "Who's Olivia Benson?"

Stabler walked up so he was face to face with Ulmer. "My partner," he answered without looking back. "My best friend and the person I'm not leaving Europe without. Where is she! I know you know and you're going to tell me. Don't make me start an investigation that'll lead to your serving jail time."

Ulmer gestured behind him to his office. "Please step inside, Detective Stabler."

Never once peeling his eyes from Ulmer's, Stabler entered and took a seat. The second the door was shut, Ulmer started to speak.

"Detective Stabler, I can't tell you anything."

Stabler's anger was rising. "I told you I'll…"

"Start an investigation where I might serve jail time. Fine, if that's the case, I'll go to jail."

Stabler jumped up and slammed the man against the wall. Despite the fact that Ulmer was younger than Stabler, he wasn't as fit. He went down easily and gasped as the wind was knocked out of him.

"Just tell me what you did with her! Please, she's my best friend!"

Ulmer struggled futilely against Stabler's grip. "I didn't do anything with her. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I begged her to keep her nose in her own business but she's stubborn as a mule, that one. She insisted on becoming involved."

Stabler loosened his grip slightly. "Involved with what?"

Ulmer shook his head. "I can't tell you. Now release me or I'll have my officers come in and you'll spend the night in the lock up."

Stabler released the man after slamming him into the wall one last time. He returned to his seat and fixed Ulmer with a stubborn look.

"Liv is one of the most stubborn women I've ever known, but I'm the same way. I'll sit here all night if I have to."

Ulmer got up, grabbed his suit coat and headed for the door. "Suit yourself."

Stabler turned around and smiled. "And I'll be here in the morning."

Ulmer threw his coat on the ground and glared at Stabler.

"What do you want from me?"

Stabler looked him in the eyes and never blinked. "I just want Olivia Benson back. Tell me where she is and I'm outta here."

Ulmer's shoulders slumped. "I can't, Stabler."

Stabler slammed his hand onto the desk and cursed loudly. "Son of a bitch, just tell me what you can!"

Stabler's temper tantrum was met with silence while Ulmer seemed to be pondering his next statement. Finally, he walked back around the desk and took a seat.

"I'll tell you what I can but than you have to leave. I don't want you any more involved than you already are."

Stabler wanted to yell that he was the most involved. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Stabler suddenly realized how some of his perps felt. He would do anything to protect Benson, anything. However, he might get enough information here to point him in the right direction. He decided to give Ulmer a chance and see what happened.

Randolph Ulmer had been preparing to leave for the evening when his phone rang. He groaned because he only wanted to go home, put his feet up and have a cold beer. The caller had other plans though.

"There's been a suicide from the Radisson SAS Portman Hotel. A girl around the age of sixteen."

Ulmer had groaned into the phone but announced that he was on his way. The beer would have to wait. Ulmer hated himself for thinking this but at least it was suicide and not homicide. This way he'd pass the dirty work off on his underlings and be home in time for the ten o'clock news.

Ulmer took the underground to West End and found himself outside the posh hotel. There, lying on the ground covered with a blanket, was his victim. He pulled back the cover to see the corpse. She was a beautiful young girl scantly clad in a lace nighty. Her skin was pale and she was so thin Ulmer thought she had to be anorexic.

"Anyone know where she fell from?"

One of the first responders shook his head. "No, we've check all the rooms but no one remembers seeing a girl. All of the rooms are full but number 721 was empty. The room was in shambles and it looks like whoever was there left in a hurry."

Ulmer looked up to the seventh story. "Got a name for me?"

"Dewey Jackson, sir."

Ulmer didn't recognize the name.

"Did you go through the room?"

The first responder nodded again. "Yep, working on it. They should be on their way down."

Ulmer studied the girl. She looked to pale to be a Briton. If it weren't for the way her body was mangled, she would have resembled an angel. She had a beautiful face, which was painted up perfectly with makeup. Her mascara was caked on her cheeks, which, Ulmer decided, meant she had been crying.

It was than that Ulmer heard the mumblings of the crowd. A small group had formed and they were watching intently, none so much as the woman in the front. She seemed to be staring, not at the corpse, but at everything. She was taking in the crime scene slowly. Tearing his eyes away, Ulmer focused on the situation at hand.

"Did you inspect the body?"

The first responder answered in the negative this time. "No but she wasn't wearing any panties, which makes me believe she might have been raped."

Ulmer cursed silently. Maybe this was homicide.

"Damn, where's a medical examiner when you need one?"

The first responder shook his head. "No idea, sir. We didn't think we needed one. I mean, she's a suicide so I thought we'd just take her to the morgue."

Ulmer held back his sharp tongue. This responder was very young and inexperienced. He'd simply find someone to do a rape kit and then they could decide if it was rape-homicide or suicide. He turned to the first responder.

"Know how to do a rape kit?"

The young man looked confused and shook his head. "No."

"Do you have anyone who does?"

The young man shook his head again. "No. Like I said before, it was suicide so we kept the sex police at home."

Ulmer cursed quietly before returning to his car. How hard could a rape kit be? Just swab the genitals and that's all. But how far did he swab? Should he just lightly swab so he was barely touching her or go over every area of flesh? What about the anus? And the mouth? He really had no idea. He pulled out his cell phone and called the captain of the sex police.

"Hey, Jeff, it's Randy…yeah, I need someone down here for a rape kit…yeah it was suicide but I have no idea what to do…yeah…hang on."

Ulmer felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to tell whoever it was to wait and came face to face with the woman from the crowd.

"If you're looking for someone to start a rape kit, I can."

Ulmer stared at her for a few moments before turning back to the phone. "Stand by, Jeff." He hung up and turned to the woman in front of him. Her apparel and accent let him know that she was a tourist. She was wearing jeans, comfortable shoes and a hoodie that said Paris on the front. Her accent was American.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to step back. This is a crime scene."

Before he could lead her back she had pulled out a badge.

"My name's Olivia Benson and I'm a member of New York PD. I'm a member of the SVU squad, the American equivalent to the Sex Police here."

Ulmer surveyed her for another moment. If she was a member of the American sex police than she might know how to handle a rape kit. It was a long shot but one Ulmer was willing to take.

"Okay, Detective Benson, you just became of member of London PD. You know what you're doing?"

Benson had nodded and walked over to the victim.

"I'll need swabs along with plastic bags that are sealable."

Soon Benson had everything she needed and had set to work. A medical examiner had arrived and took over for Benson.

"This poor girl has been raped several times. She must do this often because she's torn up. I doubt she'd be able to have children."

Ulmer had kept his distance. Homicide he could handle but sex crimes made him sick. He was about to return to his car when a young man from the crime scene unit hurtled thought the door of the hotel calling his name.

"Hey, Randy! This girl wasn't a Brit. She's from Lithuania and has been here for the past year."

Benson looked up, interested. "Is the passport legit?"

The CSU officer nodded. "I think so. Says her name is Larisa Kozlov and she was born in December 1990."

Ulmer turned to the medical examiner. "Take her to the morgue and keep her there until I tell you otherwise."

Benson stared at the girl. "Take the picture on her passport and send it to the Lithuanian government. They might be able to help if she's been reported missing."

Ulmer sat back and looked at Stabler. "That's how I met Detective Benson. She was a real asset that night. I thanked her and wished her a pleasant visit and I thought I'd never see her again."

"Bet you were wrong," Stabler muttered. Ulmer heard.

"How'd you guess?"

Ulmer barely got any sleep that night. He missed out on his beer and found himself back at the station early. However, when he showed up someone was already there and waiting for him.

"Detective Benson, what a pleasant surprise." They had shaken hands and Ulmer had showed her into his office.

"What can I do for you?"

"How's Larisa? Any luck finding her?"

Ulmer shrugged. "Not yet but the day is still young. My people took her picture and contacted her government. I hope they'll contact me soon."

Benson had nodded. The look on her face showed how much she wanted to be involved. Ulmer had never met anyone so dedicated to her job.

"Would you like me to buy you a doughnut?"

Benson had shaken her head. "I don't want to be under foot."

Ulmer had given her a genuine smile. "You helped me last night. Since you aren't on my payroll, I can't compensate you with cash but I can with doughnuts."

Benson had agreed and enjoyed a bear claw across the street. Ulmer had taken this time to find out about Detective Benson. He knew she was from New York, unmarried and worked for a man named Don Cragen. She had been sent on vacation to unwind after a difficult case. While Ulmer couldn't keep everyone strait, he remembered the names Munch, Fin and Stabler. She talked about the last man the most. He was her partner and a devoted one at that. She told him about some of their adventures and cases. He was quite impressed with everything he heard. He half wished she could join his force. She showed him various pictures of her friends but when he asked about her family she simply answered that they were the closest thing she'd ever come to having a real family. Ulmer sensed that he had touched on a painful subject and turned their conversation back to her experiences in Europe. She'd seen France and than Austria. She'd enjoyed both but loved London even more.

"I almost don't want to go home." When Ulmer had raised his eyebrows at her, she had laughed. "I said almost. I'm ready to get back to work."

After an hour, Ulmer had walked her back to the station where she bid him good-bye.

"I have theater tickets for a noon showing and I don't want to be late." She had thanked him for the doughnut and turned towards the local Underground entrance. She had stopped when James Keese had come sprinting out of the building.

"Ulmer, we found Larisa!"

Benson had turned back.

"I don't see why I didn't insist she leave. I should have known James had nothing good to say. If I'd pulled him inside, than maybe nothing would have happened, but I didn't."

Stabler felt as if he were experiencing déjà vu. He had said almost the same thing to himself on the ride here.

"It's not your fault, Ulmer. Just keep going."

James had been breathing heavily. His heart was racing.

"Larisa's parents reported her missing after she failed to check in a year ago. There had been a man from Mr. Kozlov's work who felt Larisa was intelligent and would have a better education in another country. He told them that he knew the perfect school and that she could get into college at her young age."

"Trafficked!"

Ulmer and Keese turned to face the American. "She was trafficked, wasn't she?"

Keese looked from Ulmer to Benson and back again. "Yes, she left with this gentleman and they never came back."

Benson seemed to have forgotten her theater tickets and was focused on the case.

"Did this gentleman have a name or mention anything?"

Keese looked at Ulmer again, who nodded.

"His name was Grigorii Machitov and the parents said he mentioned taking her to see a headmaster named Yaburov in Europe. He didn't give a last name."

This time, Ulmer was ahead of the game.

"Did you do any research on Yaburov?"

Keese shook his head negatively. "No but Wallock did and he said that he turned up a Vasyl Yaburov, an infamous trafficker. They say he has brothels all over Western Europe and the United States. He lures young women from poor countries, promising them a better future. He than helps pay their way into the new country, indebting them to him. He than forces them to pay him back by serving in his brothels for two years."

Keese broke off and looked at his boss before continuing.

"Yaburov makes sure these women don't survive long. Their numerous exposures to unsafe sex cause many to become pregnant and they die from botched abortions, many contact different STDs including HIV/AIDS. Many die from malnutrition and disease."

Ulmer had watched Benson closely. It was clear that she was thinking. When she began to speak, Ulmer was expecting something completely different to come out.

"Let's go inside," was all she said. Ulmer gestured up the stairs and the trio headed for Ulmer's office.

Once inside the confines of the office, Benson began to voice her views.

"We have to find someone. A victim or a pimp that way we can find out where Vasyl Yaburov is. If we find him, we can expose his brothels and get all of the victims home."

Keese looked at Benson with both respect and pity.

"Detective Benson, this man makes tens of millions of dollars a year on this business. He's not going to be easy to find or easy to take down."

Benson nodded. "I know but we can't just stand here. This girl was in a hotel with a man named Dewey Long. Let's look at the security tapes and see if we can get a picture. Maybe we can match him up and find him. If we find Long, we have a shot at finding out where this brothel is."

Ulmer took a long swig of water before facing Detective Stabler.

"That woman is one of the hardest working people I've ever had the privilege of working with. She and I spent the remainder of that day and almost all of the next running around looking for people. We found Dewey Long and quickly got him to rat out the brothel in exchange for a lesser sentence in statutory rape. Benson and I raided the brothel and the women are now in protective custody. They'll be transported home as quickly as the system will allow."

Stabler nodded. It seemed that this story would have a happy ending. However, seeing as his partner was gone, that wouldn't be the case.

"What happened next?"

"You know how dedicated to a cause Benson can be."

Stabler nodded. He knew, better than anyone, how tenacious she could be. "This isn't the end, is it?"

Ulmer shook his head sadly. "No, I wish it were though."

Benson, Ulmer and Keese had each taken their own pimp when they had been brought in from the brothel. While Benson's and Ulmer's were unrelenting, Keese got the weak one and he was quick to turn in his fellow pimps.

When he had come out to tell Ulmer about this victory, Benson had not seemed completely finished. She had requested time alone with the pimp and had spent the next forty five minutes with him. She had come out moments later with a smile of victory lighting up her face.

"Gentlemen, I guess this pimp got burned with the last bunch of women he brought in from Ukraine. He sang about everything. Mr. Yaburov has four houses around the globe: one in Switzerland, England, the US and… Latvia. When he starts up a new brothel, he goes to Latvia and travels around looking for eager young women to accompany him for a better life. He wants each brothel to have a strong start and he knows how to pick profit earners. Supposedly, he's traveling around for the next few months in an attempt to start another in New York City. My home," Benson added.

Ulmer had never been more impressed with Benson than he had been right at that moment.

"We have a chance to catch him then?" Keese looked impressed

"We do."

During this last part, Ulmer had stood up and was now pacing his office. "It goes against protocol to let an outsider get so involved. It was all an accident and I regret the day I ever laid eyes on Olivia Benson."

Stabler had a feeling he knew where this story was going.

"Now what?"

To Stabler's surprise, Ulmer shook his head. "I can't tell you anymore. If I do, it'll jeopardize Liv's mission."

Stabler's anger rose so fast he couldn't control it.

"What mission is that! To get herself killed searching for some wealthy pimp? And don't call her Liv!"

Stabler had no idea why he tacked on that last part. Maybe it was pure anger but Liv was a nickname that only a few people called her. Apart from himself only Fin, Munch, Cragen, Novak, Huang and Alex Cabot held the right to call her that. This cretin wasn't close enough with Benson to call her that.

Ulmer stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and gestured for Stabler to leave.

"I wish I could tell you more but I can't. Not with out putting her at further risk."

Stabler glared at Ulmer as he left. "Maybe it's best that you not tell me. You've done enough damage as it is."

Stabler then left. Normally, he would have stuck it out and gotten Ulmer to talk out of sheer annoyance but he had a good idea what he was doing.

Benson must have flown herself to Latvia or somewhere in Eastern Europe to try and find this Yaburov bastard.

As he took the Underground to Heathrow airport a horrid thought passed his mind. If Benson was going to try and go undercover as a potential victim it wouldn't work. Benson was in her forties and while she carried herself well, she wouldn't be mistaken for an adolescent. They would see through her phony disguise immediately and kill her. Stabler wished the damn train would move faster. He had to reach Eastern Europe before Benson did something she would regret.

"A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same."
Elbert Hubbard