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Chapter 2

The team had all gone back into the squad room, leaving an officer watching over Rachael, aka Olivia. They were all discussing what had happened, what needed to happen. How they were going to move on.

"I need to talk to her." Elliot suddenly said, unable to wait any longer.

"There's something else." Cragen told them, "She has no idea who I am. She say's she's never been here in her life."

"What about me?" Elliot asked, "Does she remember me?"

"I told her we would call you, and she had no idea who you were either." Cragen told him sensitively, "I'm sorry. She has no idea who Olivia Benson is. She says her name is Rachael Cameron."

"Her undercover alias?" Elliot thought out loud.

"The hooker she was portraying when…." Huang began.

"When she died," Fin finished for him.

Huang nodded. He didn't need to be told. Olivia had been his friend. Her 'death' had affected him too. He too had spent just as much time as the others trying to make sense of it.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're telling me she really thinks she is a hooker called Rachael?" Elliot asked.

Cragen nodded.

"And she has absolutely no idea who you are, or of this place, the SVU?" he continued.

Cragen nodded his head again.

"I need to talk to her." Elliot said.

"Elliot, no," Huang said, quickly stopping him. "She's suffering from some sort of trauma. She genuinely believes she is Rachael Cameron. We need to approach this gently. Try to get her to remember, not force her. That will just make things worse."

"And whilst we're trying what are we supposed to do? Let her back out there to keep on picking up guys. Let them abuse her."

"She's probably been working as a hooker since her death, her picking up guys and sleeping with them in consensual and part of her life now."

"Well it's not right, that's not her. No one wants to do that job and I'm sure as hell not going to let some guy abuse her like that."

"For some reason that life is all she knows! She only knows how to be Rachael. Maybe that's the best way to find out where she's been, find out how maybe this happened." Huang suggested.

Elliot looked at him for a moment before replying. "Fine." he said before making his way to the interrogation room, making a quick stop first. "But we can't let her go back out onto the streets."

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Rachael was sat in down at the table, tapping her long red painted nails on the table, clearly frustrated. She'd long given up yelling at someone to let her out. She looked up but didn't move when she heard the door open, but when she saw Elliot walk in she stood up.

"About God-damn time, can I go now? I'm late for work." she said sounding as pissed off as she looked.

"Sit down." Elliot told her simply.

She watched as he placed a cup of coffee down on the table followed by an ice pack. When he sat down, she did. She took the coffee but not the ice pack. She didn't really want to show him she was in pain, even though she was, her cheek was killing her.

As she took a swig of the coffee, Elliot couldn't help but notice her raise her eyebrows. "Is it okay?" he asked her.

"Just the way I like it." she said, "Lucky guess."

Elliot scoffed. "It's the way you've always like it." he said.

"Oh Christ! Not you as well. Look I am sorry that you thought you had found whoever it is you're looking for but I'm not her, so keep looking and just let me go, please!"

"Okay," Elliot said, remembering what Huang had suggested. "But first can you tell me your full name?"

Rachael sighed before she answered. "Rachael Cameron." she said, sounding bored.

"What no middle name?" Elliot asked.

"Didn't need one." she replied.

Elliot just shrugged. "Where were you born?" he asked.

"Queens." She told him. Elliot knew her undercover profile by heart so instantly knew that was an answer only belonging to her alias and not Olivia.

"Parents names?"

"Stuart and Carrie,"

Another answer from her profile.

"Date of birth..?" he asked.

"A lady never reveals her age…"

Elliot just looked at her, "How long have you been working on the streets?"

This time she hesitated, clearly thinking about her answer. "For as long as I can remember." She told him.

"Where do you remember working before that?"

"Look, I know what you're doing. Don't I get a lawyer or something?"

"This is just a friendly chat." Elliot said.

"You're not my friend." She reminded him.

"Not anymore so it seems."

Rachael looked at him, she actually felt sorry for him, she secretly wondered about the person he was looking for. Who she was, what she was like, was she worth being.

A silence fell upon them, in which time Rachael put down her coffee and reached out and took the ice pack, she put it on her face and groaned in pain.

"Hazard of the job?" Elliot questioned.

"There are worse." she answered.

"I'll bet." Elliot said.

"Oh, please, like being a cop is such a safe job."

"You never cared about that before."

Rachael scoffed, "You know you guys might have arrested me but you all need locking up yourselves!" she yelled as she stood up, threw the ice pack down and stormed over to the door. "You wanna charge me with assaulting a cop, or whatever then do it already so I can go!"

"You're not going Olivia, there is no way I'm gonna go let you work the streets again!"

"I'm not Olivia and you're insane!" she screamed at him.

"You're name is Olivia Benson. You were born here in Manhattan, Your mothers name is Serena Benson! You've never met your father, the only thing you know about him is he raped your mother, you have a half brother called Simon!" Elliot began, forgetting all about what Huang had said.

"Let me outta here!" she yelled at the mirror, trying to ignore him.

Elliot grabbed hold of her and spun her round before pushing her against the wall, forcing her to look at him. "Why can't you remember this? Why don't you remember us?" he screamed at her.

"What am I supposed to remember?" she screamed back at him.

For some reason that was what hit Elliot hard into reality. That's what made him really realize that she didn't, for some reason, remember anything.

He let go of her and stepped back, just as Cragen opened the door. Rachael looked at Elliot for a moment before storming out.

Munch, who had followed Cragen in, walked over to Elliot and placed his hand on his shoulder. "We're gonna get her back somehow Elliot. Her mind might have forgotten us but her heart can't have." he said encouragingly.

Elliot looked at him and nodded. He had thought losing her was the hardest thing he'd ever gone through, but now, having her back, only to have her not know him was possibly even harder…

TBC

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