AN: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had a competition to go to...but I'm working hard today so that I'll have a bunch of updates throughout the week!

Elliot knocked on Olivia's bedroom door, but she didn't answer. After about three times of knocking and receiving no reply, he gave up, deciding that she obviously wasn't going to talk about this situation anymore. He took a shower and wore the clothes that were in her guest bedroom closet. Afterwards, he immediately collapsed on her couch and fell asleep, hoping that Olivia had changed her mind.

When Olivia woke up in the morning, she took a shower quickly and then began to get ready. She walked into the living room, half-dressed with only her camisole and pants on, and woke up Elliot, who was still asleep on the couch.

"El, get up," she said, shaking his shoulder.

He opened his eyes slowly as if it were very painful, and then got up. Olivia flipped a lamp on and left him to get ready. She went back to her bedroom, finished getting ready, and came back ten minutes later, ready to go to work. Elliot was almost ready too; he was just pulling on his shirt. Other than that, he was prepared. They left quietly, not saying much other than a mumbled phrase every few minutes.

When they got to the precinct and had both had a cup of coffee and were really awake, Elliot noticed for the first time that Olivia still had that dark look in her eyes. She still looked angry and determined. Determined to kill. He leaned over his desk and spoke quietly to her.

"Stop thinking like this. You can't deal with things like this."

Olivia gazed at him, obviously irritated that he was still paying attention to her anger. "Elliot, stop getting yourself involved. All you're doing by talking to me about this is making yourself a co-conspirator. Leave me alone. Drop it. I'm not changing my mind," she said.

Elliot leaned back in his chair, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that Olivia Benson was going to commit murder and quite possibly go to prison with a life sentence. But the problem was that he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Nothing seemed to be working with Olivia. She was too determined, too sure of her decision. It made his heart beat furiously in his chest like a beast. But Olivia was obviously set on finding Rob and killing him. Elliot was just going to have to let that happen, unless he wanted to lose his best friend, and hope that she didn't get caught.

The rest of the day, Olivia worked hard on finding Rob. She searched his apartment again, hoping for something but finding nothing; she finally got a number for him, but he didn't answer. She talked to all the people that'd had contact with Rob in the past few weeks, but nobody knew where he may have been. Of course, he wasn't exactly the most popular guy. The few friends that he had hardly actually knew him at all. Olivia doubted that they'd known that he had been on trial for rape/homicide.

Elliot helped Olivia look for him, but he wasn't all that focused on Rob. No, he was thinking about Olivia. All day. All he could think about was what she'd look like sitting in a gray cell and never seeing a face. Not seeing a face for years. He thought about her never seeing him again, unless she got a sentence that allowed visitors. And even then, he'd hardly ever see her. He thought about what her face would look like when they put cuffs around her, and she realized that she wasn't going to be a cop anymore. But he didn't say anything to her. He didn't say anything because when he looked into her eyes, he saw that darkness, and he knew that anything he said wouldn't help. Had she gone crazy? Just how close, exactly, had she been to Glori? She had to have been pretty close to her, because she seemed pretty pissed for it to have happened almost thirty years ago. Yeah, what had happened to Glori was awful, but still...it had been twenty-seven years!

At the end of the day, they had still found almost nothing new. Olivia was more pissed than Elliot had seen her in a really long time. He followed her out when she left, hoping she wouldn't take her anger out on him. When she realized that Elliot was following her, she spun around and stared at him. Her eyes, to Elliot's relief, had begun to look more tired and defeated rather than angry and determined.

"What are you doing?"

"I should stay with you again, just to be sure," Elliot replied, gazing at her through the darkness of the parking lot.

"I'm fine, El," she said, walking to the edge of the street and putting her hand up to hail a taxi. Elliot grabbed her arm and gently pulled it back down.

"At least let me give you a ride home."

Olivia kind of smiled. It was a tiny, pathetic little smile, but still it was a smile. Elliot tried not to seem too happy about the fact that he was the only one who could possibly make her smile at a time like this. He led her to his car and she reluctantly sat down in the passenger's seat, yawning.

Elliot drove to Olivia's apartment, trying to make it go unnoticed that he couldn't stop thinking about her. When they got to Olivia's apartment, she got out of Elliot's car, and was surprised when Elliot got out too. He locked the car and walked into the building with her.

"You're not staying with me tonight," Olivia said.

"Yeah I am," Elliot replied effortlessly, clicking a button on the elevator.

"Oh, come on, El, I don't need a babysitter!" she said, ironically sounding just like a little kid who needed a babysitter.

"Look, you do until we know that Rob is...taken care of," he said, not sure if it was safe to say that he would be dead, but also not sure if it was safe to say that he'd be in jail. She had sounded pretty sure of herself when she'd said she was going to kill him, but Elliot was convinced that she just couldn't do it. Now that he had seen her happy side-well, her kind of happy side, anyway-he wasn't so sure that she could kill somebody.

Olivia wiped her eyes, clearly tired. "I don't want to bring you into this at all, Elliot. It's some personal stuff and I've got to handle it."

Elliot looked over at her. "Okay," he said as the elevator doors opened and they walked out.

When they got to her apartment, Olivia saw yet another vase of flowers. Didn't Rob understand that flowers didn't exactly win a girl's heart when you'd raped and murdered her best friend in college and done God knew what to her when she was knocked unconcious by a lamp? Olivia picked up the roses, sighing heavily, and took them into her apartment. Elliot held the door for her and glanced at the bottom of the vase, just to make sure he didn't spot any leeches.

Once inside, Olivia inspected the flowers, and then spotted a card. She opened it and read it, Elliot standing behind her, reading it as well. Olivia tried not to think about it, but she couldn't help but shiver with Elliot standing there behind her, his body heat reaching her, his breath warm against her cheek. Ugh, she hated when she thought like his. Back to business, she thought.

She now began to actually read the card, rather than just pretend to while she really thought about Elliot. She stared down at the card. All that was on it was a number.

"He left me his number?" Olivia thought aloud.

"Well, he isn't aware that you know about him raping Laura, so...he may not consider you dangerous yet. He probably still thinks you've got nothing to hold him on, so you can't arrest him. He wouldn't give you his number if he thought that you could arrest him," Elliot said.

"I'm going to meet with him. And I'm going to...take care of him," Olivia announced.

"No, you're not going to "take care of him." You're going to put him in prison for the rape of Laura Wilson," Elliot argued, grabbing her shoulders from behind and gripping them tightly in hopes of reassuring her.

"Yeah," Olivia replied quietly, quite obviously not really planning on abiding by Elliot's commands. She dialed the number on the card and waited.

"Hello?" she heard Rob's evil voice bellow through the phone.

"It's Olivia."

"Olivia? Oh, I'm so glad you called, dear! Would you like to set up a date? Get to know me a little better than you used to?" Rob breathed.

"Yes, I'd like that," Olivia replied, just as excited about their little date as Rob was. Yeah, so they were excited for two very different reasons, but still...

"Great! Where would you like to go?" he asked politely, like there was actually anything polite about him.

"Um...how about we meet...at Brooklyn's ice cream factory. And then we could have a nice stroll through Central Park."

Elliot knew that "a nice stroll through Central Park" was really either murder or an arrest made.

"Fantastic," Rob's voice came through the phone.

"I'm not sure what got into me the other day, Rob. I think I was just embarrassed because my colleagues were around. I'll meet you at the ice cream factory," Olivia said.

"All right. I'll see you there," he agreed, hanging up.

Olivia smiled. She had him. And she was going to kill him.

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