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Once again Olivia sprung to her feet but this time made her way to lean over Munch's computer screen and read aloud.

I first noticed the man following me when I was coming out of the subway after college. I remember I thought it was weird because I'd seen him in my college common room the day before and at that point had thought he was a new lecturer. I saw him again a few days later when I was getting coffee on the way to college and he followed me from the coffee shop all the way to the tube. I have been seeing him like this for around a week and yesterday I got a bunch of roses delivered to my door with a note saying 'I'm watching you baby Benson, be a good girl x friend of the family'

This morning I woke up and there was a double sided photo in my mailbox. On one side was a picture of me and on the other was a picture of some woman. On her side writing said 'she begged' and on my picture it read 'will you?' I've kept all of it in a trash bag just in case.

"I need to see the photo" was all Liv said to start off with.

"Why?" Munch asked, looking confused.

"I need to see who the woman on the picture is" again Munch looked confused, Elliots face showed his brain ticking away as he tried to piece together his partners thought process and Fin looked from the ground to Liv.

"Because she needs to see if it is her." Liv bit the inside of he cheek and nodded, that was when it started to make sense to the team. They were all wondering the same thing, but no one wanted to suggest it was a possibility.

Cragen stepped out of his office and surveyed the scene in front of him, his team were silent and all looking towards a downward facing Olivia; her arms crossed in her usual 'no one can get in' manner. On his arrival all but Detective Benson looked up at him expectantly, awaiting his orders.

"At this point we are looking at young Benson being our only lead, as of yet we don't know whether she is even aware there has been a murder, so tread carefully. Munch, Fin I want you to go and see what she knows; whether she can tell you who our vic is." The pair nodded and got up, put their coats on and left. Cragen watched Olivia's body language, she was strong. Her stance was tall but in contrast her arms still hugged herself and her head still bowed. "I can't let you question her yet" he told her gently, she feigned a smile and nodded in understanding.

"I know" she said quietly. With that Cragen was back in his office and Elliot sat down opposite Olivia, prompting her to sit down and face him.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked her, moving his head to catch her gaze and held it.

"I guess, I mean I've spent 18 years wondering what this day would be like. I just never in a million years expected it to be here, through a case you know? But I think I'm ready to see her" she said reflectively, but then replaced her usual 'made of stone' exterior. "besides we need to know who our vic is" she changed the angle of their conversation so that she was the one with control.

Fin and Munch stood outside the apartment they had been given the address to. Both feeling a strange feeling of nerves mixed with guilt that they would be seeing what Liv's daughter looks like before she had. Munch gave a few taps at the door and after a few seconds they heard a girls voice.

"Hold on" she called from the other side. They could clearly hear the sound of chains and locks being clicked before the door creaked open. "Uh, hey?" she looked confused, not knowing who they were. The girl couldn't have been any taller than 5ft4 and was a slim build, but had strong wide shoulders; like Liv. Her hair was a chestnut brown and went down to the middle of her back and her eyes were huge and bright blue. The two men stood for a moment and studied the girls appearance. At first glance you wouldn't notice any resemblance at all, but on closer inspection their realisation was simultaneous. They both saw that 'rock solid' glare, her cheekbones, jaw line. The way she stood completely cock sure with a hand on each hip was their colleague all over.

"Miss Benson?" Fin asked and immediately felt a strange wave of attachment to

this girl that he had never met before.

"Yeah..." she looked momentarily wary of the men, then leaned sideways down on one hip. "...why?"

"I'm detective Tutuola, this is detective Munch. We're from the special victims unit at NYC police department. Can we come in?" Fin asked gently, the 18 year old thought for a moment then stepped backwards for them to pass her through the doorway.

"Would you like a drink or...?" the youngster offered them, both shook their heads, it was nice of her to offer though.

"Thanks" Munch replied, smiling slightly.

"What is this about?" Danielle asked as the detectives sat down on her couch, she followed suit and perched on the one seater opposite them.

"We are here to ask you a few questions about an incident that happened last night, a young girl was found in the parks this morning" Munch started to explain, the teen didn;t fully understand what he was leading to.

"I was here all night last night...I'm taking my policing exam in a month, I can't afford to be going out..." she paused at the shocked expressions on both men's faces. Of course they were shocked that even with no contact with her mother and as far as they knew no knowledge of Olivia's profession; this girl was taking the same route! Danielle mistook the looks for doubt though and bit her lips in. "...you can check if you like, my mentor's badge number is..."

"We don't need that" Fin interrupted her and she leaned back in her seat slightly. "Danielle...is it okay if I call you Danielle?" Fin carried on and the girl nodded so he continued "Did you lend any of your friends a jacket last night?" He asked outright. Danielle furrowed her brow and frowned.

"Yeah, my friend Louise" she told them, not catching on in the slightest "it went with her dress, she's my flatmate we share everything...hold on. Has Louise been arrested?" the detectives looked at each other.

"Is that something you would expect?" Munch questioned.

"Well, she's never been caught but, last night after she went out I realized my drivers licence was gone...she's done it a couple times. She doesn't drive, doesn't have ID so can't get into SohoNights...they're the only place around here that let you in at 18" she rambled.

"Danielle, Louise wasn't arrested" Munch stopped her there, he knew that if it went on record that she had allowed her friend (even if not this time, but at some point) use her ID then her policing career would be on the line. He didn't want her to admit to that.

"What then? Wait" her eyes grew wider, realization kicked in "you said you found a girl...you mean? Oh my god!" she sprung to her feet and took a deep breath. "Is she dead?" she asked bluntly, wanting that part over with.

"I'm afraid in the early hours of this morning the body of a girl in her late teens was found. Your jacket along with your ID and a pair of your earrings were found near to her"