A/N: I am soooo sorry it's been so long since I've updated but I have been tremendously busy...yes I know I had summer but I also had softball and all that. And when I did try to write, writer's block would kick in, but last night when I was hyped up on beer I decided to finish this chapter. But anyways the point is that I've updated so I would love some reviews. Ta ta.

Elliot dropped Olivia off at her apartment. They both had to change into something more comfortable and get an extra change of clothes just in case they had to stay over night. As Elliot was walking into his house, the phone was ringing. He threw his keys on the table and jogged into the kitchen to answer the phone. But when he looked at the caller ID, he cursed to himself. Mercy Hospital. It either had to be Kathy of Dr. Williams so he let the answering machine catch it.

"Detective Stabler, this is Dr. Mark Williams. Um… I know you would probably like to kill me right now…" Elliot grunted as he listened "…but we need to talk. I know you're busy with work and all but if you could just give me a call at the hospital when you have time, I'd appreciate it."

Thirty minutes later, Olivia opened the car door to the black sedan. One look at Elliot told her something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

He smiled. "Why do you always think there's something wrong?"

"Everytime I've asked there's always been something wrong."

His smile faded. He sighed and shook his head. "Nuthin's wrong."

"God dammit Elliot! Talk to me!"

"That doctor, Dr. Williams, called. He wants to talk."

"So what's wrong with that?"

"Cause he's a fucking prick!"

"Why? Because he took your wife?" She regretted saying it as soon as the words left her mouth.

"Excuse me?" He pulled the car over. She could see the shame in his blue eyes.

"Elliot I …I didn't mean-."

"No Olivia you're right, you're absolutely right. I'm jealous of that man because he loves one helluva woman and she loves him back. No that that's out can we please not fight anymore? I've got a fucking horrible headache."

She nodded and turned away from him, looking out the window.

After an hour of silence, Olivia turned the radio on. "What do you wanna listen too?"

Elliot shrugged. "Whatever you want."

She tuned into a country station which resulted in Elliot clearing his throat in disapproval. She turned the station to a rap station. She turned to see her partner glaring at her. She held up her hands in mock defense. "I'm just kidding." She found a classic rock station and judging from the look on Elliot's face this was where it was going to stay.

Olivia watched as Elliot drummed along with Eddie Money's Two Tickets to Paradise on the steering wheel. In jeans, a white T-shirt, his leather jacket, and sunglasses he looked like a normal guy with a normal life, a normal job. But he didn't have a normal life or job; in fact it was far from normal. He also wasn't a normal guy, or at least not to her.

Elliot, he has a certain kind of charm. He's not one of those guys where he can make a girl laugh no matter what the situation is. His sarcastic, smart-ass comments make up for that. But he knows how to make a woman feel good about herself. It seems he knows exactly what to say and when to say it.

Four hours later, they pulled into the Naples Police Station. They got out, stretched, and walked, through the steadily increasing snow, into the station. They were shown to an office where they shook hands with the town sheriff.

"Now you're guys in the city faxed their information up here. Your man is in a cabin here." He rolled out a map on his desk and drew a circle. "It's heavily wooded. There's probably a good three feet of snow out there by now. And before you ask, we do have a SWAT team."

Elliot and Olivia looked at each other and shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

There were about thirty uniforms surrounding the cabin. Elliot had told the SWAT leader not to fire because if Riley was in there he didn't want her to be hurt. As the SWAT team slowly and quietly advanced, Elliot and Olivia followed behind them, guns in hand. Elliot smiled in triumph as the SWAT team quickly knocked down the door and ran in. He expected to heat some sort of arguing but al he heard was 'All clear' three times.

"No no no! God dammit!" Elliot sprinted into the cabin. "Fuck!"

"Detective Stabler we found this on the table in the kitchen." The SWAT leader held up DeVries' cell phone.

"Son of a bitch." Olivia said as she walked in.

"Detectives we have blood over here." A member of the Naples CSU was knelt down by a small puddle of blood.

All of a sudden Elliot whipped around and slammed his fist on the cabin's wall. "Mother fucker!"

Olivia jumped in surprise at his sudden, but rapidly becoming common, outburst. She put her hand on his shoulder, hoping to calm him but he shrugged it off and walked outside into the bitter winter weather.