Author's Notes: SWEET! I finally got this up. I worked on it most of the day yesterday before I fled the state and ended up crashing with my dog at my best friend's. It's nice though since I haven't seen my best friend in two years and you know it's a load of fun for me bad mouthing her to her girlfriend. It's been fun. Plus I get to scream obscenities at college kids from her third floor balcony. I remember being that age well but you know I gotta make sure they know the old fart is here. Anyways I tried my damndest to get this one done and up but you know I'm sure there are mistakes. I was writing it early yesterday morning while sitting in cafe waiting on my wife watching other self important assholes trying to make themselves look good. I'm sort of bitter if you can't tell. Don't me to be insulting but you know well it's me and I don't really give a damn anymore. As always I'd appreciate your thoughts and I am experimenting a bit with my writing style here with fragmented thoughts and memories.

Chapter 2

"Can I help you?" A woman in a maid's outfit answered the door of the stately house. Elliot shifted uncomfortably glancing over at his partner of three years Ashley Hall. She glanced at Elliot as the woman smiled at them waiting for them to speak.

"Yes ma'am. We're with the NYPD we were wondering if we could speak to the lady of the house?"

"May I ask what this is concerning?" The woman asking still smiling at them.

"It's about her daughter Jocelyn."

"Did something happen to Miss Jocelyn?" Now the maid looked concerned.

"She was witness to a crime that was committed a few weeks ago in New York City we're just following up since we haven't been able to talk to her."

"My daughter is in London Detectives. She has been for two weeks now. She's not due home for a while." A beautiful older woman stepped into their line of sight. The maid curtseyed and left quietly as the beautiful older woman stepped forward. She looked every bit the part of the Kennedy's she was related to. At least from what they'd read about her. Elliot couldn't help but wonder where the woman they were investigating got her looks. She appeared completely different from her mother's dark hair and eyes that classified many of the Kennedy's relatives.

The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she stepped back motioning them to step out of the doorway and into the large marble foyer.

"When was the last time you spoke with your daughter Mrs. Carver?" Ashley asked reaching up to brush her red hair behind her ears as she studied the rich furnishings around her.

"A few months ago. My daughter doesn't keep in contact with me constantly. I only knew she was going to London because she mentioned it to me a while ago." The woman shrugged her brown hair swaying slightly with the movement.

"If you could have your daughter call us when she gets back to the states it would be appreciated. We'd like to get this solved as soon as possible." Elliot spoke with a smile which got him one from the Carver matriarch in return.

"Of course."

"Livia. Little Livia. It's time to wake up my sweet pet." Livia opened her eyes to her Mistress' beloved voice. The beautiful warm green eyes she adored looked down at her from her Mistress place sitting up on their bed. Livia stretched her arms over her head smiling happily up at her Mistress. "Did you have a bad dream precious?" Jocelyn reached out gently pushing Livia's brown hair out of her beautiful face. Livia shook her head but didn't say a word. She knew better than to speak in Jocelyn's presence.

"Are you certain my little one? You were tossing and turning. You fell on my feet at one point." Jocelyn was watching her closely looking for any signs of distress.

Livia smiled softly and shook her head pleased with the amount of attention her Mistress paid to her moods. She didn't immediately sit up as Jocelyn settled back on the bed stretching slowly herself before she slid from underneath the covers and walked over to the large floor to ceiling windows and pulled the thick curtains open so sunshine poured into the stately room. She smiled looking out. "It's a beautiful day Livia. Perhaps we should have breakfast in the garden instead of in the dining room." Jocelyn looked out the window as she reached back and began to undo the braid that kept her long thick blonde hair from getting tangled when she slept.

Livia watched entranced as her Mistress' long beautiful hair spilled free in crimped waves. She slid from the foot of the bed where she always slept and crawled to her settling herself at her feet and leaning against her thigh. Her brown eyes stared adoringly up at Jocelyn as the woman continued to run her fingers through her hair untangling it from the plaiting.

Jocelyn turned slightly catching Livia's upturned expression. She smiled and leaned down carefully pressing her lips in a tender little kiss to Livia's nose which caused Livia to wrinkle it cutely and make a little noise similar to a purr. Jocelyn laughed and moved past her towards her closet intent to get dressed for the day. "I have so much to do after breakfast Livia. How will I ever be able to get it done with you looking so precious?" She asked as she poked her head out from the large walk in closet before moving back inside.

Livia remained in her sitting position though she twisted to watch Jocelyn as the woman came out from the closet looking as pretty as ever in a black pair of pants and a teal colored blouse. The black jacket was thrown over her arm as she walked to her vanity and pulled out her ring and simple earrings. She smiled at Livia holding out her hand meaning for her precious pet to come towards her for a little affection. Livia didn't hesitate to move towards the outstretched hand preening at the attention like the prized treasured pet she was.

"Now little one…" Jocelyn's voice sounded like it was coming through water as the image warped and faded.

Livia jerked staring hard up at the white tiled ceiling. She frowned and sat up realizing from the kinks in her body that she hadn't slept on the warm soft bed of her mistress but rather curled up in the corner of the hospital room they'd brought her to. She stared hard at the corner still wishing silently for her Mistress' soft soothing touch. She always felt at ease when Jocelyn put her hand in her hair or stroked her back. And her Mistress lavished her with affection, that wasn't to say she wasn't tough on her. She was but Jocelyn spoiled her by giving her whatever she needed and Livia knew it well.

She looked up when the door opened and a pretty woman dressed very similarly to how her Mistress dressed came into the room. She curled tighter into the corner until she saw the woman's blonde tresses. They were the same color as her Mistress'. It wasn't nearly as long but it was thick like Jocelyn's as well. The woman stopped at the bed looking at it and then down at her with a frown. Her features were different from Jocelyn's, her face not the same shape, her jaw a bit heavier and her eyes a bit smaller but her skin tone was similar to Jocelyn's. They were both natural blondes from the appearance of the woman's skin. She was also leggy and tall like Jocelyn. Livia found herself easing forward slightly without even realizing she had done so.

"Olivia why aren't you in the bed?" The woman's soft lilting voice asked. Her voice was a bit lower that Jocelyn's but only by a pitch. "Why are you on the floor? Everyone is so worried about you." The beautiful woman looked like she was about to cry as she stared down at Livia through black framed glasses and pretty clear blue eyes. Not sea foam green like Jocelyn's but still light in color that put Livia even more at ease when she looked at the color. She eased forward a bit more not answering the question as she'd been trained never to speak in her Mistress' presence or that of her friends and judging by the way this woman stood so proudly, even stooped a bit with sorrow, she would've fit in just right in Jocelyn's circle.

Livia eased forward once more watching the woman's face for any sign of anger or negative emotion that would've sent her back to her corner but when it didn't come she eased herself up by her leg and finally settled down pressing her cheek up against her knee leaning only slightly onto her leg thanks to the high heels that looked like they wouldn't balance right if she were to put her weight on the woman.

She heard a gasp and looked up thinking it was the woman above her but when she saw the wide eyed look she realized it wasn't. She looked past her leg finding the blue eyed man and the red haired woman that had brought her here standing in the doorway. She skittered back from the woman scooting quickly back into her corner as she looked at them wearily. They were the reason she was here and she wasn't happy that they had decided to interrupt what little comfort she'd begun to draw from being close to a woman that looked so similar to her Mistress.

"Alex, can we have a word with you?" Ashley asked frowning at what she and Elliot had just witnessed.

Alex turned looking at both Detectives before nodding. She didn't even look back at Livia as she left the room with the Detectives.

"What the hell was that?" Elliot demanded as soon as they were out in the hall as he turned on their ADA.

"I wanted to ask you the same thing." Alex demanded angrily as she folded her arms. "What the hell happened to her?"

He grit his teeth as he stared at her. When Alex had left them after the Liam Connors trial Olivia had been heartbroken. She had always loved Alex and though she'd never admitted it to Elliot or the rest of the squad they had treated her like they would've treated any grieving widow. Olivia threw herself into her work in return which is exactly what had gotten her into this mess he suspected. They had been working what they believed to be a regular rape/murder case. When they'd discovered the identity of their rapist he'd made a deal with their ADA Casey Novak in exchange for a lighter sentence he would roll over on a group of human traffickers that were selling men, women, and children into slavery. They were being used for anything from sex to manual labor. Though they'd all hated to cut the deal they agreed it was a good idea since they'd heard of the group before and knew they were proving impossible to catch anything on. Before they'd gotten the full story from their confessed rapist he'd been killed in Attica likely by someone hired by the group to silence him.

Olivia and Elliot had stayed late pouring over the case file and their now dead witness testimony trying to find anything that could link them to the group but to no avail. When they'd finally called it a night, they were the only two left in the bullpen and Elliot concerned for his partner's well-being had offered to take her home. She'd refused asserting her independence and that had been the last time he'd seen her. He knew she could take care of herself but he still wondered even now if he'd walked her home would she have been kidnapped like this and warped into whatever this Jocelyn woman had made her into.

He sighed as he stared at Alex's worried blue eyes. They had all worked the case to its dead ends two years ago and finally had given up hope on ever seeing Olivia alive until suddenly a report had come in. She'd been spotted in Boston in the presence of a pretty red haired Japanese girl. He'd immediately followed the lead down to Boston planning to go alone but he'd ended up with Ashley coming along since she'd refused to allow him to run the lead alone being the good partner she was. They'd tracked her it to an outdoor market where indeed Olivia was walking around with the girl now known as Mitsuru. Though his former partner still looked as beautiful as ever there was something distinctly missing from her. The confident swagger was no longer there but her eyes were no longer haunted and dark as they used to be.

He shook his head coming out of his musings as the beautiful ADA tapped her foot waiting. "I can't say Alex. I'm sorry. I don't know what to tell you. I don't even know myself. We're still tracking down the woman who made her like this so as soon as we have her we'll know what's happened to her." Elliot sighed looking sadly at his partner.

Alex moved away from the Detectives and back towards the room. "Then I'm going to sit with her and see if maybe she'll talk to me since everyone says she won't say a word to anyone."

Ashley looked at Elliot, "Let's go and see what we can find on Jocelyn before she gets back. If we do we might be able to find out how to get Olivia to talk."

Elliot nodded, "Yeah you're right. Let's go."

Author's Ending Notes: Wohoo! I managed to get this one up from my place on my best friend's couch. Had to flee from my home and to my best friend long ass fucking story but say la vie. I haven't seen my best friend in two years and I'd forgotten what the stench of stale pot is like. Ah hippies. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with anything like that but you know I can't really sanction letting illegal drugs go. But I'm WAY out of my jurisdiction so I can't say anything. Anyways, let me know what you think like always yeah?