Hello again! I know that now the 15 season is up and running there is less interest in fiction (even I am a sucker for the real thing :P) and I guess this is leading to less people reading this fic...I don't mind though because it's kind of wound itself to an end and the 17 chapter (chapter following this one) will be the final chapter. Please don't hate me for how I'm ending it, I thought I do it in a similar way I see Dick Wolf ending something like this...hope you enjoy

x C

Liv let out a sharp, audible breath as she faced the door to her daughters apartment. One hand was clamped securely on the gun attached to her left hip, with the other she unconsciously touched her necklace; something she had done ever since she could remember and every time she felt uneasy about anything.

The detective let her breathing settle, her thoughts focussing on Danielle; then and only then her own feeling of fear seemed to disappear. The hand she had on her necklace was now resting on the door, should she knock? Before she could let herself decide she could feel her knuckles rap against the wood; she was on autopilot...'good' she thought. No answer, but the door slid open a little, that was what worried her; it was unlike the 18 year old to leave it unlocked let alone open for anyone to walk in!

"Danielle?" she asked warily, knowing full well that a reply coming from her daughter was unlikely. The apartment was completely silent as she stepped inside, no music like usual, no sound of the girl pottering around and the now familiar smell of cigarettes was gone letting her know Danielle hadn't been there for a while. "Dani?" she repeated, just checking but there was still no sign of life. It was then that she noticed what else was different; the normally spotless lounge was cluttered as if someone had pulled every trinket from its original place. The dining room was the same.

"Liv, everything okay?" she heard in her earpiece, Elliots voice was nervous for her. She gave a single tap on the microphone for yes and carried on through to the bedroom. There didn't seem to be much out of place in the girls bedroom, the bed was a mess and there were clothes on the floor, but that was normal...so whoever had made this mess obviously hadn't reached that room.

Just as Olivia had begun to think that maybe this mess wasn't going to lead her to anything; her eye caught a pile of photos on the floor in the hallway and she wasted no time in bending down to inspect them. The detectives face retorted and her eyebrows furrowed as she saw that every single one of these photographs was of her! Her walking down the street, her sat at her desk, her having a coffee...there must have been over 50 pictures there on the floor of Olivia just going about her day; it wasn't just Danielle that had been followed then!

The brown eyed woman scooped up as many of the pictures as she could into her hands and stood slowly to her feet, but what greeted her as she reached standing made her blood run cold and her heart skip a beat at the realisation of what felt like a gun held firmly to her head.

"Don't yell" a deep male voice told her sternly, Liv let out an audible shaky sigh and considered what she could say to this man.

"Where's Danielle?" was all she could think and at first all she got in return was a husky chuckle as if she'd told him a joke. "Where is she?" she asked again, this time firmer but still unmoving; not wanting to get shot in the head. She had forgotten for a moment that her team could hear her and it wasn't until she heard her partners voice that she felt a little more relaxed.

"Where in the apartment are you Liv? We gotta bust the door in, are you away from it?" Elliot asked her in a hurried but feigned calm voice, she twitched her head in the direction of the gun in thought.

"She's not here in the hall with us...where is she?" she asked again, this time interjecting her whereabouts for her teams sake.

"She's sleeping" he muttered, this worried her even more. What did he mean 'sleeping'?

"Where?!" she insisted, she heard him seethe and felt the gun nudge against her head, making her jump.

"I said no yelling!" he growled and pulled her hair causing Olivia to yelp.

"We're coming in Liv" Elliot assured his partner through her earpiece.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" the female detective barked as she heard the door being booted and seconds later felt herself jolt forward when the man behind her was thrown to the floor.

"Where's the girl Forsythe?" Fin demanded, Liv looked around to see Fin and Elliot holding who she now knew as Peter Forsythe; the 3rd wheel in this rape/murder case, to the floor with all of their force. It never helped a perps case to be violent towards Liv; they always came off worse than she did if the guys in her team had anything to do with it.

"Forsythe?" she questioned, piecing a mental puzzle together. If he was here, in Danielles apartment...with his track record... "WHERE IS DANIELLE!?" she screamed at him, lunging in his direction. He lifted his arm and pointed towards the bedroom, but she had already been in there. She followed his direction regardless and looked into the room. At first glance there was nothing to see, but when she walked further into her daughters bedroom; something she hadn't thought necessary earlier at seeing the room in normal order, her eyes clamped in on a small white socked foot poking out from behind the bed. She ran and knelt down next to Danielle on the other side of her double bed frame. "Dani, baby can you hear me?" she begged, there was blood draining from the youngsters abdomen; a shot wound and her face was as white as a sheet. "Elliot!" she wailed, pressing her hand as hard as she could on the wound, tears welling up in her eyes as she took in her little girls form. She had a cut on her temple, a purple bruise forming beneath it. Liv's eyes wandered down to Danielles attire and she grimaced at seeing the way her clothes were ruffled up and her skirt was ripped. The detective in her made her reach down and lift the skirt at the side of Danielles hip- so as to keep the girls dignity, when she realised her daughter wasn't wearing any underwear she softly laid her back on the floor and in contrast she charged towards the man who was now being led out of the apartment. "What did you do to her?! Huh? What the hell did you do to my little girl?!" she screamed at him, attempting to strike at him but was stopped by Munch grabbing hold of her to stop her doing something she could later get charged for. She'd thank him later. "Someone get a bus..." she started, not relaxing; but rather falling almost limp in Munch's grasp as she knew she had to say the one thing that was going to make what she was dreading all the more real "he shot her...I think he raped her" she covered her mouth with her hand then stood back up straight to go back to her daughter. When she got there and lowered herself down to be as close to the 18 year old as possible, she placed her palm on the girls face. "Come on sweetheart, come back to me" she pleaded and then gave her a gentle nudge; not wanting to hurt her but needing her to wake up.

The girls eyes began to flicker and Olivia's breath caught in her throat at the sudden thought of having to see the pain her girl eyes. Danielle looked around the room, not fully focussing at first but then when she became aware of her surroundings and current situation; her face crumpled up and she pushed herself to sit up. Olivia let her lean into her, then wrapped her arms around the 18 year olds little form and kissed her swollen temple. "Okay baby, okay it's gonna be okay" she reassured herself as much as Danielle.