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Chapter 4

Elliot was adding the finishing touches to his bed for the night. He was trying to make it as comfy as possible. Even though, really, he knew there was no way he could succeed. His couch was old and lumpy and had never made a suitable bed. He decided if he could persuade Rachael to stay another night that he'd sort out the spare bedroom. It had become the junk room since the kids had stopped stopping over enough. They were too happy to kip on the couch for a night.

With his bed made, he looked over at his bedroom door, it was open slightly and the lights were still on. He was a little puzzled as Rachael had long gone to bed, well before he'd decided on having a shower before going to sleep. He decided to go check everything was okay.

He quietly crept over to the door and lightly knocked on it. "Oliv….Rachael?" he called out quietly. Willing to humor her if it meant keeping her here, where he knew he could look out for her. "Rachael, are you okay?" he asked, knocking again.

Upon still getting no reply he pushed the door open and poked his head around it. What he saw made him smile. He pushed the door fully open and walked in and looked at Rachael who was sound asleep on his bed, not even having bothered to get under the blankets before she had drifted off.

She was wearing his old NYPD hooded jacket. It was far too big for her but looked comfortable enough. He quickly noticed her legs, which were exposed. He couldn't help but study them. They were long and slim, toned and perfect, and her skin was a soft smooth caramel colour. He also couldn't help but think she looked so perfect, just like she always had to him.

Part of him wanted to wake her up, to tell her to get under the blankets, knowing how cold his apartment got at night, but the rest of him said 'no'. She looked peaceful and already deep in dream land. So, he walked over to the bed and reached over, folding the blankets over her, tucking them right up under her chin.

She snuggled into them and sighed before beginning to softly snore again. Elliot didn't even realize he was smiling as he looked down at her, watching her sleep. It was her. It was his Olivia. It was just that, for some reason it was not her mind. It made his heart sink even lower than it had to think he may actually never really get her back.

He smiled at her before getting up and wandering out, ready to climb into bed, determined that in the morning he would try to help her remember who she really was and what her life was really about and what the people in it, like him, had really meant to her.

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The two men who had been driving the van pulled up outside a well maintained town house. "Can't we just keep driving, I mean, as soon as Carlos knows we lost her we're both dead." the youngest man, Rich, said.

"He's not gonna shoot us," the other guy said, looking up at the house that was all lit up. Clearly full, as usual. "He's gonna kick our ass's but he's not gonna kill us. Besides we pretty much had her, would have had her if it wasn't for that guy." Brendan, the guy, said.

"Well, I'm not in the mood for getting my ass kicked, it's still pretty sore after the last ass kicking I got off this prick. Dude, can't we just go back to Brooklyn? We gotta better work there anyway, and no ass kicking's I might add."

Brendan looked at his younger brother. "If dad could hear you right now he'd be doing back flips in his grave and star jumps as well as the YMCA. You know he and Carlos were like family. He isn't going to hurt us. Thanks to dad, we're like his family too."

"This is Carlos you're talking about… The guy KILLED, killed, his own father, his own wife and his last eight girlfriends. The guy don't care if we is like family to him. I'm telling you brother we go in there and we is gonna be walking back out dead men."

Brendan looked at his brother, sometimes he wondered if he actually heard himself when he spoke. He slapped him upside the head. "Fool." he yelled at him as he pulled up and parked in the drive.

Rich just looked at him, pissed and rubbing his head.

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Rich and Brendan had been let into the house and both nervously walked to where Carlos' study was. Brendan was much better than his sibling at hiding his nerves.

The rest of the guys shouted to them as they walked along, all knowing they were in for it for having not brought Rachael back with them. They got to the study and Brendan had to look up at Buck, Carlos body guard, as he spoke.

"Need to talk to Carlos." he told him.

Buck, as he had been nicknamed, no one but Carlos actually knew his real name, looked around Brendan and Rich, making what he was doing obvious. "You don't have what he wants." Buck pointed out.

"We had a little problem." Brendan informed him.

"What, you two together can't take on a hooker? Guess Carlos should have sent some real men to fetch her."

"You gonna let us in or not?" Brendan asked, becoming more nervous as time passed but annoyed by Buck.

Buck smirked and stepped aside and knocked before opening up the door for them. "It was nice knowing you both." he said sarcastically as they walked in.

They both jumped as Buck slammed the door shut behind them. They stood looking at Carlos, who was leaning against his desk, with his back to them. After a moment he turned to look at them. "One more minute." he told them before turning back around.

Brendan and Rich looked at each other, a little confused as to what he was doing.

"That'll do." Carlos exclaimed after a minute or so had passed by. He was sounding very satisfied with someone.

Rich and Brendan watched as Carlos suddenly pulled up a girl from in front of him, a tight hold on her hair. The girl was dressed in skimpy underwear and looked no more than 17 years old, her eyes dead and cold. They watched as she wiped her mouth. They both suddenly knew what had just been happening before their eyes.

Carlos let go of the girl and pointed to a door in the corner. "That a good girl." he said, slapping her ass as she walked past him and disappeared through the door. Carlos straightened himself out and pulled and zipped up his trousers before walking round the other side of the desk.

"She's good, but not as good as my Rachael. Speaking of which, where is she? Still in the van? I told you I want her in one piece when I get her boys."

"We had a little problem." Brendan said, nervous as hell.

"What sort'a problem?" Carlos asked, seemingly staying reasonably calm.

"We'd just picked her up when some guy jumped outta a car behind us. He had a gun. I think he was a cop. We had to just run." Brendan told him.

"So you're saying that a cop has Rachael?" Carlos asked. He was beginning to sound a little pissed.

"We followed her from the Special Victims Unit place." Brendan said, half expecting Carlos to pull out a gun and shoot them both there and then.

"So she's blabbing to the cops about me? That ungrateful bitch! Who's the cop that has her now!" Carlos yelled.

"We don't know. We went to the meting place, like you told us, to pick her up and when we got there she was having some argument with a guy, think he was trying to get some, she was having none of it. Cops showed up and they arrested her when she hit one of them."

"Still as aggressive as ever I see." Carlos said as he calmed down again. "Where is she now?" he asked them.

"We don't know." Rich said, finally speaking up.

"You two know what this cop looks like, you know what I mean, would you recognize him if you saw him again?" Carlos asked them, in a tone that said, 'I'll only ask you once'.

"Yeah," Brendan said, not totally sure he would but praying it might be a death row pardon if he could find the guy.

Carlos looked at them. "Then you two just got lucky. You find him and I'll let you off. You bring him and Rachael to me and I'll make sure you two get all the best jobs from now on. I'll give both you boys a pay rise." he said, smiling smugly as he walked behind them before moving to stand between them, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. "You boys disappoint me again and I'll make sure your heads a mounted on my wall. Got it?!" he yelled.

"Yeah," they both said sheepishly.

"Good, now get the fuck outta my house and go find them. Oh and boys, remember, I want her in one piece." he reminded them.

They both nodded and quickly left the room. Both of them finally let go of the breath that they had each been holding. They moved swiftly through the house, out to the van, out to safety, neither giving Carlos the chance to change his mind and send Buck after them.

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Elliot woke up to a pain in his back and neck but an amazing smell of eggs and bacon. He sat up and looked over to the kitchen. He could see Rachael, still in his jacket, stood by the cooker, eating toast and flipping bacon, singing along to the radio that he hadn't realized was on till now.

He threw the blankets up and stood up, rolling the aces out of his neck. He was wearing sweats so figured that not wearing a shirt wasn't too bad. Olivia had seen him without a shirt on dozens of times.

He walked into the kitchen and was a little shocked to see Rachael was only wearing his jacket, her legs exposed to him once more. Luckily his shirt was big enough to cover her ass. Well he supposed that was lucky…for her…

"You cook now?" he said as he opened the fridge and pulled out the orange juice.

He startled her and she quickly spun around, "Oh hey, good morning. You kind'a jumped me there." she said as she turned the radio down. "Hope you like eggs and bacon." she said as she turned around and continued cooking. "Well I guess you must, I mean, you had them in your fridge and you live alone so they must be for you, right." she rambled.

Elliot just continued swigging juice from the carton, looking over it as she spoke, nodding at what she was saying.

She turned to look at him. She sighed and quickly turned around and grabbed a glass off the drain board and then took the juice from him, causing some to spill onto his chin as she snatched it away from his mouth.

"You may live alone but that doesn't mean you should drink from the carton. You never know whose grubby hands have touched this. Then you go putting your lips all over it, gross." she rambled as she poured some juice into the glass then held it out to him to take. "This is much healthier." she told him with a smile.

Elliot knew his jaw was wide open but he couldn't stop it. He wondered how this person, who he knew was Olivia, could be so totally different from her. Olivia never rambled, never really told him what he should or shouldn't do and certainly didn't stand around half dressed, nor did she go on about germs on food and drink cartons, that was more Munch's thing.

He took the glass from her then watched as she turned and grabbed a plate, ready to put food out for him.

"You not eating?" he asked her, seeing she'd only grabbed one plate.

"Oh I never eat breakfast. Well, just some fruit usually, which by the way you haven't got." she informed him as she turned and passed him a plate filled with bacon, eggs and toast. He took it from her, immediately thinking how delicious it looked.

"You're welcome." she said with a smile, seeing the one that had appeared on his face at the sight of the food in front of him.

"I may be bad at maths but I know I can cook." she said as she walked past him.

Elliot turned and followed her. "You're great at math's." he said as he sat down at the breakfast bar.

She turned and looked at him, scowling. "Are you gonna start that again already, you just woke up."

"Sorry." Elliot said before tucking into his breakfast.

Rachael looked at him and sighed. She couldn't help but notice how adamant he seemed that she was this person he was looking for. "Do you mind if I use your shower before I go? I really don't want to be seen out looking like this."

Elliot looked at her. His mouth was full of food so he just nodded.

"Thanks." she said before heading off to the bathroom.

Elliot swallowed the mouth-full of food he had and watched as she practically skipped across his apartment to his bathroom, singing again. As soon as the bathroom door shut his apartment was silent. Part of him was almost wondering if this really was Olivia or just a really great look alike. He thought about it. He'd never seen Olivia practically skipping and he'd certainly never heard her singing.

He pushed his thoughts aside and tucked back into his breakfast, loving every mouthful.

TBC

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