Since it's Halloween, I figured I'd make this chapter a tad…spooky.

Anything owned by Dick Wolfe is his. I own everything else.

Enjoy the story…

Note: This is a bit of a flash back to the beginning of the story…remember the case that brought Olivia to where she is right now? Well…this would be the case in question. And how does evidence link Mack, Olivia and the little girl? Ok you junior detectives, get your thinking caps on! Get to work!!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!

8:30 pm – Saturday

The dark figure stood in the shadows across the street. She had a nice view of the small house. She saw the little girl bouncing around her grandparents. A sinister smile formed on the stranger's lips. She never would have tolerated that kind of behaviour…ever. Again the little girl jumped about; obviously she didn't want her grandparents to go out. She tugged at her grandfather's arm and began to pout. We'll see about that the stranger thought. Making her way across the street to the front door, she inhaled deeply and calmed her screaming nerves.

She took a minute before she knocked to plaster a fake smile on her face. I will find you. I'll make you pay you little shit. Starting with them…the stranger thought and knocked on the door. She heard voices as she waited. The door opened and an old woman greeted her with a warm smile.

" Hello! You must be from the agency. We've been expecting you. Come in, please," stepping aside, the grandmother let the stranger in. As she entered the house, the little girl came bounding out from behind her grandfather to inspect the new visitor more closely. She looked up at the stranger and felt a chill run through her and she backed away quickly. The stranger just stared at her.

"Don't go gran! Don't want you to!" The little girl yelled and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

"Elizabeth! We discussed this already. Grandpa and I need to run into town for a few hours. We'll be right back." The little girl just shook her head. She looked firmly at the little girl and said sternly but gently,

"Lizzy, your grandpa and I will be right back. I promise. You'll be safe with…" realizing she didn't get the name of their visitor she looked at her.

"Sara. Sara Randall," she said with a smile.

"You'll be safe with Sara, sweetheart"

" No I won't," the girl said matter a factly.

"Elizabeth Morgan! I will not have you speak that way to our guest. I thought I taught you better then that. Apologize"

"No!" And with that, Elizabeth ran to her room.

Turning to Sara, the grandmother apologized.

"No need to Ms. Morgan. I completely understand. I used to be that age myself," she said with a fake smile. Smiling a little, Ms. Morgan relaxed a little bit. She had this nagging feeling about Sara but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Honey, we better be on our way. Our cell phone numbers are on the fridge and also the number for any of our emergency contacts, just in case," said Mr. Morgan.

"No problem." Sara just smiled at Mr. Morgan. He got the same eerie feeling that his wife did as he looked at Sara. Something about her seemed oddly familiar.

As the couple gathered their coats, Sara stole a quick glance in the direction of where the little girl ran. I'll start with her…Sara thought and began to think of the many ways she could bring her plan to life.

She turned to Ms. Morgan and said,

" You have nothing to worry about. I know a thing or two about what it's like to be a nine year old. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Um…alright. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call us." Ms. Morgan had a chill run through her bones as she looked at Sara and again, she couldn't figure out why.

"Alright then. We'll see you in a few hours." The couple turned to leave and headed for their car. Sara stood in the doorframe and waited until they drove off. She shut the door and turned in the direction of the girl's room and smiled an evil smile. She knocked on the door and heard a muffled reply,

"GO AWAY!!! I WANT MY GRANMA!!!"

"Come on out. I won't hurt you. In fact I just wanted to see if you wanted any…ice cream." Sara tried to sound as genuine as she could. Apparently it worked. Lizzy opened her door just a fraction and looked closely at Sara. She didn't really trust her.

"I'm not supposed to have ice cream this late."

"Well, I won't tell if you won't. It'll be our little secret," Sara said as she knelt down in front of Lizzy.

Elizabeth thought for a moment. She didn't like Sara at all. She got a weird feeling every time she was near her. But then again, it could be because she missed her grandparents. Sighing, Elizabeth slowly nodded her head and said,

"Only if Oscar can come."

"Oscar?"

Nodding again, Elizabeth held out an old raggedy teddy bear.

"Sure he can come. Come on. We better get going so we can get back early. We're gonna have lots of fun," yeah…lot's and lot's of fun tonight Sara thought. She felt the little girls hand slip into hers and they got their jackets and shoes and headed out the door.

They two walked down the dark quiet street. Liz held on tight to Oscar. Little did Elizabeth know that her fate was now forever sealed and there would be no turning back for her. All the while, Sara's smile got more sinister by the moment. She almost felt giddy with excitement. I'll find you. Whether you like it or not…I'll find you.

They turned into an empty street and Sara picked up Elizabeth.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry…I won't hurt you," Sara said and headed into a dark alley.