Well there have been a few positive reviews to Chapter 2, so I decided to continue with tiff-mariska-livfanan's idea and I came up with this. I hope it's okay, and I hope you enjoy it. Here goes!!

A fortnight later, and Cragen hadn't mentioned anything about what he had witnessed. He had decided that as long as their relationship wasn't interfering in their work, he would just let it go on. They had both been happier lately, and their solve rates had gotten even higher than they normally were, which great for everyone. Him, them and all the victims and families involved.

They had been called to an apartment in Brooklyn, and when they got there, they saw two bodies, a male and a female, lying side by side on the double bed in what appeared to have been their bedroom before the blood was sprayed all over it.

Immediately they got got deja vu, and then that sinking feeling in the pits of their stomachs started as they recognised the positions and the just something about it - they had seen it before.

"Do you..." Elliot started, but Olivia just nodded, so he felt no need to carry on speaking. "What have we got?"

"Robert Jones," the police officer already on scene told him. "Age 35, his wife Laura, 32. Their foster daughter Emily is missing."

They looked at each other, shocked. No. Surely not. It couldn't be, could it? They both knew that they'd seen this before when her parents had been killed, but surely this couldn't happen twice in a row to the same little girl.

"Their daughter, how old?" Elliot asked.

"Uh..." the officer looked at his note-book. "Five.. why?"

"The bastard's done it again," Elliot shook his head.

"You've seen him before?" the officer asked.

"Two weeks ago. The foster daughter is an orphan because of this guy," Elliot snarled, looking round at the two foster parents.

Suddenly the sound of crying and banging could be heard, and Elliot and Olivia looked at each other, both starting to bolt off in different directions. A moment later Olivia shouted at the top of her voice, "ELLIOT!! BATHROOM!!"

Elliot ran through to find Olivia lifting little Emily out of the washing basket. Emily was crying her heart out as she held onto Olivia, who handed the little girl to Elliot. He cuddled her close to him, bouncing her gently, telling her it was okay. Olivia let out a sigh, rubbing her back as Elliot held her.

They made eye contact, and they shared a look of 'Poor kid.'

"Emily, baby, it's okay," Elliot kissed the top of her head, burying his face into her blonde hair and letting out a long sigh. "Ssshhh, it's okay, Elliot's here."

Later that night, Elliot and Olivia were sitting in the cot with Emily fast asleep on one of the beds. Olivia was sitting at Emily's feet, and Elliot sitting on the bed opposite her, gazing at her.

Olivia let out a long sigh, and Elliot looked up, nodding as she made a face as if to say 'She shouldn't be going through this..'

"It's not fair, Ell," she shook her head, eyes filling up.

"I know," he nodded, holding his hand out to her.

She grabbed onto it and sat on the bed next to him, cuddling into his side. "I hate it, Ell. She's 5, and she's already had her parents killed and then a set of foster parents killed. Why's he targeting her?"

"I don't know Liv, I don't know, but I promise you we're going to get him and he's going to get sent to Rikers and he's never going to be able to hurt here again," Elliot murmered, kissing the top of her head.

During the night, Elliot woke up to someone tugging at his shirt, and he slowly opened his eyes to see Emily standing in-front of him, eyes full.

"What's up sweetheart?" he asked softly, well aware of the warm weight of Olivia cuddled up to his side, her head on his chest.

"I had a bad dream," she sniffed, her bright blue eys glinting in the light from outside the cot.

"Oh, Emmy, it's okay. It was only a dream," he put an arm round her, hugging her tightly.

"Can I sleep with you?" she asked.

Elliot looked round at Olivia on his other side, and he paused before nodding, helping her up onto the bed and wrapping his arm round her so that she wouldn't fall out of bed, letting out a long sigh. This was always what he had imagined with Kathy and his kids, and for a while he'd had it, but then things had gone down the drain. It was weird now that he had everything he'd picture - this gorgeous woman and a beautiful little girl cuddled up to him - but the circumstances were all wrong.

In the morning, Elliot was rudely awoken by shouting downstairs, and when he tried to sit up he got stuck half way thanks to Emily practically lying across his stomach. He groaned, lifting her up and putting her back down when he got up himself.

He poked his head out of the door, looking downstairs to find that Fin and Munch were screaming at one another.

"You almost killed me, Fin!" Munch shouted.

"I did not, Munch! I swerved to miss the cat and you banged your head off the window! If that's almost killing you then my name is George W. Bush!!" Fin shouted right back.

"I should not let you drive me to work!!" Munch pointed his finger at his finger.

"Let me? Man, you force me!!" Fin exclaimed. "And if I didn't give you a ride to work every morning you would have to drive yourself! So don't get on my back for trying not to kill that damn cat, which, by the way, you screamed at me to watch!!"

"Only so we wouldn't done in the papers for killing some little old lady's demon furball!" Munch roared and stormed off.

Elliot allowed himself a chuckle, shaking his head. John Munch and Fin Tutuola. What a pair. They almost never saw eye to eye, and some of the arguments they had were just completely laughable, especially this one.

As he stood there, Olivia appeared at his side, and she asked, "Emily still asleep?"

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling slightly at her. "I know the situation's terrible, but last night was good. I actually had a good sleep."

"Me too," she smiled back. "I just wish we could make her safe."

"We can. By putting the bastard behind bars," Elliot nodded. "And we'll do that. I promise you."

"How can you promise something like that?" she asked, her eyes filling up.

"Hey, come on," he took her into the cot and closed the door, wrapping his arms round her. "It'll be okay Liv, don't you worry about it."

He looked into her eyes before very gently kissing her lips and letting out a long sigh. This case was going to be hard going.

So I know this chapter wasn't as good/funny as previous ones but I just needed to set up the scenario for the next chapter and what's going to happen!! Please still review though, even if it's awful. Just tell me whatever you reckon!! Thanks!