Sealed

Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything

Rating: M

Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.

"Elliot, I'm going crazy in here." Olivia said. "I need to do something useful." Olivia and Elliot had spent all of two days in the safehouse, leaving only long enough for Olivia to give her much needed testimony in three rape cases. Her phone rang, and she jumped for it.

"Benson."

"Liv, Munch. You were right. Harris only has two living relatives. One, of course, is his brother, Adam. The other is a younger sister, Lily. Could be your female killer." he said.

"Any idea where she is?" Olivia asked.

"We're still tracking her down. Sit tight, Liv. We'll get you out of there soon." Olivia clicked End and walked over to the table containing her files on the Harris case.

"What are you looking for?" Elliot asked.

"I'm not sure. We're missing a big piece of this puzzle." She paused, sorting through a stack of papers. "It all started in Boston, and there were two murders there since. They've had both SVU and Homicide on this case."

"Where are you going with this?" he asked, although he had a pretty good idea of what she was going to say.

"I want to go to Boston. Talk to their people. They might be able to give us the pieces that will solve this case."

"I'll call Cragen."

XxXxX

A few hours later, Cragen entered the apartment.

"I'm only agreeing to this because Olivia is safer in any city other than New York. You'll both be under police escort until you are on the plane. I've talked with a friend of mine in the Marshall service, and we've arranged for two Air Marshalls to fly on your flight. They've also extended permission for the two of you to carry firearms aboard the aircraft, and Boston PD knows you'll be carrying."

"Thank you, Captain." Olivia said, taking the boarding passes from him.

"You'll be meeting up with two SVU detectives at Logan Airport. Play nice, and behave yourselves." Cragen turned to leave. Olivia and Elliot got to work packing their belongings, and an hour later were en route to LaGuardia Airport.

The flight was uneventful, and they landed in Boston right on time. After collecting their luggage, the exited the terminal and saw a petite woman with short cropped dark hair leaning against a dark sedan. A taller dark haired man was standing next to her. Judging from the badges clipped to their belts, Olivia and Elliot assumed that these were the detectives they were supposed to meet. The woman saw them, and walked over to meet them.

"Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler, I assume?" she asked.

"That's right." Olivia said, as they shook hands.

"I'm Marissa Haggerty, and this is my partner, Christian Maloney. We're Boston SVU."

"Nice to meet you." Elliot said. Maloney picked up their bags and stowed them in the trunk.

"We figured you'd want to get straight to work, so we'll head down to the precinct before we get you settled into a hotel." Olivia instantly liked this woman. She seemed dedicated to her job, tough as nails, but she also suspected there was a compassionate side to her too.

"Hey, Chris! What do you think you're doing? I'm driving; you drive like you're from Maine." He stopped and moved over to the passenger side as Elliot and Olivia climbed into the back seat.

"Welcome to Beantown, kids." she said, clipping her seatbelt and starting the car. They drove down I-93 S to Mass Ave and over to the precinct. The lane changes were so quick, and the drivers were a little bolder in Boston than in New York, causing Olivia to close her eyes at times. Miraculously, they pulled into the precinct parking lot in one piece. They strode into their squad room with the same sense of ownership Olivia and Elliot had about their precinct.

"Yo, everybody, gather round. We have company." Two other detectives and a man who was obviously the captain stepped over to greet them.

"Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, I'd like to introduce you to the gang. This is Ike Thompson, Ronald Bolzer, and our Captain, Stan Florres. Benson and Stabler caught my numbers case when bodies started showing up in New York."

"Benson…why does that name sound familiar?" Ike said, riffling through a stack of papers on his desk.

"She's number 20." Marissa replied.

"Well, you're still alive, so Manhattan SVU must be doing something right." Bolzer said. Olivia gave a nervous smile. "What brings you to our city?"

"As far as we can tell, the first victim was from Boston, plus two other murders matching a similar M.O. were committed here. We figured if we could all put our heads together, maybe we could put this case to bed." Olivia said. "If you don't mind me asking, who's the lead detective on this here?"

"It's mine." Marissa said, perching herself on top of what was obviously her desk. "And it's been driving me crazy. Ok, people, you know the drill: what do we think, what do we know, what can we prove? Benson, why don't you start." she said, tossing a tennis ball to Olivia.

"It started with Adam Harris. He's the brother of a man I collared for rape last year. His apartment turned up a list of 20 women, 19 of which are now dead. He managed to murder 6 of them before we caught up to him. The next 13 were murdered by another person, quite possibly his partner. We believe our strangler is the sister of Adam Harris." she said.

"Over here." Ike said, motioning for Olivia to toss him the ball, which she did. "Vic #1 was here. She was found over by Simmons college. We caught the case because of the obvious sexual overtones, but the guy dropped off the map after that. We got a six inch hunting knife, a bunch of DNA evidence that made no sense, and a number 1 carved into her chest." He tossed the ball back to Marissa.

"All of our victims are between 5'5" and 5'9", brown hair, brown eyes. What else did you guys get?" she said, tossing the ball back to Olivia.

"It's more complicated than that. Their initials are all O.B., and their measurements are all within 5 inches. And they all part their hair to the right." she said. Maloney motioned for the ball.

"So, basically, they're all you. Or they could be you. The question here is, who is this guy after? 20 women, all of whom look virtually identical, with identical initials? This one is just a little freakier than usual." he said. "You said you collared the older brother for rape. Who did he rape?"

"The daughter of an inmate at Sealview Correctional. It's a women's facility near us." Olivia said. Maloney tossed the ball back to Haggerty.

"Revenge seems possible, but that's a lot of hatred. Every cop I know has made dozens, if not hundreds, of collars, and no one has ever exacted revenge on this magnitude. It doesn't quite fit. Is this guy after someone in particular, or does he just have a thing for women who seem to match Olivia's description?" Elliot eyed Olivia.

"He's after me." Olivia said. "It fits, and trust me. I haven't put all of the pieces together yet, but it fits." Haggerty sensed there was something Olivia wasn't telling her. She checked her watch.

"Hey guys, it's almost 6:00. I promised you're captain we'd have you tucked into a safe place by 6:30. Good work, guys. We'll pick this up tomorrow." Haggerty and Maloney drove them to the Hilton Hotel, which connected to the Prudential Center by a breezeway.

"Here we are, home sweet home." Marissa said, escorting them into their room. "Olivia, can I have a word with you?" Picking up her cue, Chris invited Elliot to step out for coffee.

"I didn't want to ask in front of the guys; it's tough being with a new squad. And, if the tables were turned, I wouldn't want your squad to do the same thing to me, but I have to know. Is there anything you're hiding about your connection to the case?"

"No, like I said before, I collared Lowell Harris for rape." she repeated.

"So, this has nothing to do with your undercover assignment at Sealview?" Haggerty pressed. Olivia looked up at her.

"How did you know about that?" Olivia asked.

"I pulled your jackets before you two got here." Olivia stared at her in disbelief. "Don't look at me like that. You would have done the same thing if Chris and I were visiting the Big Apple." And she was right. Olivia liked to know what she was dealing with.

"So, tell me about Sealview. I find it hard to believe that the Harris family has this much rage towards an arresting officer. You were undercover as an inmate, while a guard was suspected of raping inmates. Were you used as bait?" She was good. Olivia was good at reading people, but she couldn't tell whether Marissa actually knew anything or if she was going on a fishing experiment.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. While I was there, there was a TB outbreak. My partner and I were separated. I arrested Lowell Harris for rape, but not before he sexually assaulted me." she said. Marissa drew in a breath.

"That changes things. Revenge fits perfectly now." she said.

"How so?" asked Olivia.

"What's the penalty for rape in New York?" Marissa asked.

"15-25, depending on the crime, why?" Olivia responded.

"And how long did Lowell Harris go away for?" Marissa asked.

"20 years." Olivia replied.

"20 years, 20 women. One woman for each year he was sent away for. I'd bet my badge on it." Marissa said. Olivia contemplated her statement as Elliot and Chris returned with Dunkin Donuts coffee.

"I think we're finished for tonight. Olivia, Elliot, I'll leave my card with you. My cell is on it. Please don't hesitate to call, even if you go for a walk and can't find your way back." They looked at her like she had grown a second head. "Hey, it happens far more often that you think! That's what happens when you design a city to keep the British out. We'll be back for you at 7:00 am tomorrow morning. Sleep well, and stay safe." Marissa and Chris left, after bidding their guests goodnight.

"Well?" Elliot asked.

"She grilled me. About Sealview."

"How did she know about that?" he asked.

"They pulled our jackets. Is it just me, or do they remind you of us?" Olivia asked.

"Maybe a little." Elliot replied.

Please review! I'm just getting warmed up. Now that they're in Boston, anything can happen!