"Is it bring child to work day?" Cragen asked as he saw me carrying Bailey into the squad room.

"I don't want them home alone," Elliot said, "This was delivered to our house yesterday." He pulled the picture frame out of the diaper bag that Olivia carried and handed it to Cragen.

"Take it to the lab," Cragen said, "See if you can get any prints."

"Already planned on it," Elliot smiled.

"Don't worry," I said, "We will stay upstairs out of the way."
I grabbed the diaper bag from Elliot and shifted Bailey in my arms, heading upstairs to where the mini fridge was. When Cragen found out I was pregnant he was more than happy for Elliot and I and he decided to make some of the upstairs a place where Bailey and I could break if we needed to. I laid a blanket out on the floor with some baby toys an then laid Bailey down on the blanket for her to play.

"I guess I'm going to have to start calling her baby girl number two," I heard Fin say behind me.

"Hey Fin," I smiled.

"Hey baby girl," he said sitting down on the couch next to me. "So what's going on? Nobody tells me anything."

"I got chased by someone the other night," Olivia explained, "Then we found that someone has been in Bailey's room and took a picture and… things are just hectic."
"All everyone has been talking about today is finding out who would do this," Fin said making silly faces toward Bailey, "I'm sure they will find her in no time."

"I just don't understand why someone would want to do this," I said to him, "I mean, I would never hurt anyone's child."

"You really think they are after her?"

"Yes," I answered honestly, "The package they gave us had a picture of me when I was pregnant and my stomach was cut out. Then when she was chasing me she yelled that I took her child so now she was going to take mine."
"Sounds like psychopath to me."

I gave a small laugh, "Yeah."

"Well I better get back to work," Fin said standing up, "Gotta find your stalker."

While Fin left I sat on the couch and just listened to the sound of Bailey's beating heart. I thought back to the day she was born and how scared Elliot and I both were. I was so excited to be having a child and I wanted it to be healthy. Elliot stayed by my bedside and held my hand the whole time, no matter how hard I squeezed his fingers. When Bailey came out we didn't have a name picked out yet. We were indecisive with Ella May and Katie Joy. When I looked down at that precious little girl's face though, I knew she was a Bailey Hope Stabler. I told Elliot and he liked the name just as much as I did. So it was settled. The first few weeks home from the hospital were hell. Bailey was up all night crying and Elliot was always grouchy because he was exhausted for work. I wouldn't have traded any of those sleepless nights though because Bailey was my pride and joy.

"Hey Liv," Elliot said walking up the stairs, "Do you remember if there was anybody else following you that night?"

"I don't think so," I said with a raised eyebrow, "I don't know. All I remember is running from a woman with blonde hair and a blue hoodie."

"Well the crime lab ran the prints that were on the picture and besides ours there were two other ones."

"Who?"

"We aren't sure," Elliot answered, "When we ran them through the database, a virus popped up, stopping us from finding the matches."

"So whoever it is has to be already in the system," I said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't really help us out."

I sighed and looked up at Elliot who was staring at Bailey in her bassinet, "So, you're saying two people are after Bailey?"

Elliot didn't say anything. He just looked at me and I knew that meant a yes. "I didn't bring enough formula for her so I need to run back to the house and get some. Can you watch her for a bit?"

"Of course," Elliot smiled, "Be safe."

"I will."

I grabbed my purse off the couch and slipped my jacket on, buttoning it up. Then I grabbed my favorite blue scarf and tied it loosely around my neck.

"I love you," Elliot said giving me a smooch on the lips.

"Love you too. I shouldn't be long."

Outside it seemed like the day had gotten slightly colder. I didn't think that was possible this morning but, now I was freezing. I decided to walk though because I liked the peacefulness that came with it. It was just you and the natural sounds of the city.

When I turned onto my block I noticed a person walking in front of me that looked familiar. I only saw the back of her head but from what I could tell, she was my height, and she had blondish hair. I watched as she walked normally down the sidewalk. She seemed just like every other person. Maybe I was being a bit paranoid, but I couldn't help it. It was basically my job. When she passed my house and turned the corner onto the next street I let out a breath and felt safer going into my apartment.

I fumbled with getting the keys out of my purse and putting them in the lock but the door seemed to already be unlocked. I was going to kick Elliot's ass for that one. Until I saw the house.

There was red spray paint along the living room wall with a blown up picture of me holding Bailey with Bailey crossed out. There were pictures all over the floor of Elliot, Bailey, and I and Bailey had been cut out of every one of them. Then I walked into the dinning room and there was a note written in marker on the wall.

"People with PTSD shouldn't have kids," it read.

I felt the tears start to prick in my eyes. My first reaction was to call Elliot.

"Hey Liv."

"El," I said with my voice a little shaky, "Someone broke in. T-there's pictures everywhere and paint and…"

"Calm down," Elliot said to me, "Calm down. I'm on my way okay?"

"Hurry."

I finished walking through the house seeing if there was any other damage and when I got to my bedroom there were papers strewn across the bed.

"Psych reports?" I asked myself.

I scammed across the papers until I came to the one with my name on it. "Olivia Benson. PTSD." I flipped the paper over and it said, "How do you sleep with a man?"

I through the papers down onto the floor and started taking deep breaths. This was getting out of hand. Whoever did this had to know that I had PTSD and there was only a select few who did.

"Liv?" Elliot hollered walking into the house.

"They had my therapy reports," I said shakily showing him the files.

His eyes showed sympathy and he came up to me and wrapped his arms around me into a hug, "It'll be okay."

"I'm gonna kill the bitch," I spat, "She thinks she has the right to come in my house and do this to me? She thinks she can threaten my child? Bitch has another thing coming if she thinks I'm going to just sit around and let her."

"Liv," Elliot said in a serious voice, "Calm down. CSU is on their way and Fin said we can stay at his place for a couple of days."

"I'm working this case," I said to him.

"What about Bailey?"

"This is all about her," I said in a stern voice, "It's all about protecting her. What kind of mother am I if I don't go after this sick person?"

"Who all knew that you had PTSD?" Elliot asked sitting me down on the couch and handing me a glass of tea.

"You, Cragen, Fin, Casey, Melinda, and Huang," I said, "That's it."

"I just got a call," Fin said walking into the room, "Huang's office was vandalized."

"Damn," I sighed, "Somebody is really going out of their way on this."

"CSU is there now," Fin said, "If they find anything, you guys will be the first to know."

Almost about a month ago now, Huang had set up his own office just a few blocks away from the precinct. He was still working for the FBI but, he was also running his own practice in psychiatry.

"I'm going to go down there," I said tightening my scarf, "Make sure you get this back to Bailey." I handed Elliot the formula and headed out of the house, hauling a cab to take me to Huang's practice.

P.S It's not Alex :)