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A/N: Another chapter. This is the post Christmas post. I think I got the best book in the whole wide world for Christmas. If you Law & Order fanatics haven't read Law & Order: Dead Line, read it. It's the best damn book ever WRITTEN! Anyway, please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.

My dearest love
What does it take
To make you fall
For me once more?

Is it danger you seek?
Revenge?
Spite?
Or simply the phrases of love once turned?

Abbie was sifting through the contents of the files with Connie staring over her shoulder. She was beginning to place faces with names and locations. She thought that maybe this was the only way to prevent such a travesty from happening in the future. Only time could tell what these misguided adventures may bring.

Instead of waiting for the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place, Connie was helping Abbie try to piece together the events that were relevant to what was going to happen. However, the Russian Mob is relentless when it comes to protecting their own. They have no feelings whatsoever for the ones that they're about to destroy. If Abbie had managed to put away members of the Russian Mob for murder eleven years prior, why wait eleven years before seeking revenge? That should have happened much earlier- when Abbie was prosecuting another case or when she was working with the Feds. This seemed so out of place so much later.

Then Connie got a revelation. All that trouble she went through for months after putting him away in jail for murder. All of the things he did to her- raping her, stalking her behind bars, trying to take the love of her life away from her. Surely Woll must have something to do with this. All of this is not making any sense without some of the behind the scenes involvement. Her revelations were nothing but scruples, but the conclusion was not ignorable.

Abbie put a hand over Connie's, trying to see into her thoughts. "What are you thinking about?" asked Abbie.

Connie stared at the pictures once more, her conclusions jumping around in one jumbled mess. They all seemed to mesh together in a way that no one could figure out. But when she thought hard enough and clearly enough, she figured all lines lead back to Woll. "I just can't help but think that someone else may be manipulating these men behind the scenes," said Connie, letting her revelations be known to Abbie.

"Yeah, and it's Woll," chuckled Abbie, not realizing how serious her revelation was until her laugh was shot down with a somber gaze from Connie. "You're serious?" asked Abbie. "Woll? Come on, Connie, let's be reasonable. He's been quiet for months."

"Don't you find that suspicious?" asked Connie.

Abbie paused for a moment. Woll has been giving Connie trouble since she fell in love with Mike. Three months ago, they had invited Abbie into another round of trouble with that bitch Martina Martinez. "That bastard," Abbie growled. "I should have figured this out."

"Abbie," said Connie softly. "I think you should get dressed and meet me back at the office. We can work everything out there."

"But-," Abbie began to argue, but Connie silenced her.

"No buts, Abbie," ordered Connie. "ADA Abigail Carmichael, I think all four of us need to have a sit-down and talk about this first. At least before either of us does anything rash."

Abbie got up and headed for the bathroom without argument. When Connie heard the swift whoosh of the shower starting up, she left Abbie's apartment to scout out the men in her job.

"Where did you come from?" asked Mike, taking her by the waist and pulling her to him in a one armed hug.

"Abbie's," said Connie, "and we should be expecting her in a few minutes."

"How is she?" asked Jack worriedly from behind.

"About as good as one can be from being stalked," said Connie. She turned her head from side-to-side, trying to detect Abbie's presence in the office. Her head cocked to one side every time she heard a faint click of heels. Each time Connie looked, it wasn't Abbie.

"Are we going to talk about this?" asked Jack, motioning for them to stroll over to his office.

"We will, but not until Abbie gets here," said Connie, trying to tone down the men. She clopped alongside them, waiting for the return of the once calm Abigail Carmichael.

When they heard the door open and shut after all three of them entered the room themselves, they turned around. "Waiting for me?" asked a familiar southern drawl.

Jack motioned over for Abbie to sit down next to him.