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"Olivia," George said standing up from his chair and greeting her, "I'm so sorry. All of my files were locked up but the file cabinet was sawed in half."

Olivia gave a quick exam of the room and saw the split filing cabinet lying on the floor with papers strewn about. "Sorry about your office," she said, "I'm sure I'm the only reason they broke in."

George gave her a sad smile, "How are you holding up Olivia?"

"This isn't the time to shrink me," she replied a little harshly, "I just need to find out who is after my kid."

George nodded and sat back down in the chair as he watched CSU search around for prints and any other evidence they could use. "Liv," he said looking up from his computer screen, "I forgot I have a security system. Take a look."

Olivia walked around to the other side of George's desk and pulled a chair up to it so she could watch the tape. George fast-forwarded the tape to early this morning around 8 o'clock. That was the time Elliot and Olivia left for the precinct.

"There she is," Olivia stated pointing to the woman wearing a dark blue hoodie, "That's the woman who was chasing me with a knife."

They both watched intently as they waited for the suspect to show their face but, she never did. It's like she knew where the camera was in every room. "What else did my files say?" Olivia asked once the tape was over.

"I can't tell you that Olivia," George said, "You know that."

"It's not for my personal self, George," she said with a hint of sadness, "Someone is after my child. My only child whom I love with all of my heart. I need to know what my file said because this son of a bitch will surely try and use it against me."

George sighed and opened the bottom drawer to his desk pulling out a yellow folder, "I keep back-ups for everyone." He handed her the file and she opened it up to see what they said.

"Olivia Benson, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, anxiety, sleep deprivation," Olivia read down the list of notes that George had made when he had been seeing her after her attack. She didn't want to think about all the problems she had back then but, somehow now it was being brought up again.

"One of the papers at my place said that people with PTSD shouldn't have kids," Olivia informed him, closing the folder, "Is that true?"

"Absolutely not," George assured her, "You have learned to control your PTSD and right now it isn't a problem to you. The worst is behind you."

Olivia let out a deep breath and wiped her brow, "Who would do this?"

"I don't know Liv," George said, "I do know that Bailey has the best parents in the world and those parents aren't going to let anything bad happen to her."

"Thanks," Olivia said smiling sadly.

"We don't have any prints," a tech from CSU said, "We did find a blonde hair caught in the filing cabinet. We are going to take it back to the lab and as soon as we get more information we will let you know."

"Thanks," Olivia said. "I better go," she said to George, "Got to get back to Bailey."

"Where's Bailey?" Olivia asked walking into the precinct and seeing Elliot at his desk.

"Upstairs asleep," he answered not taking his eyes away from his paperwork.

"Damn it, Elliot!" she spat, "Somebody is out to kill her and you just leave her alone? Somebody has to be with her at all times!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Elliot said pushing his paperwork to the side and walking toward Olivia, "Munch was kind enough to watch her while I finished up some paperwork on a case so I could help you with our latest terror."

Elliot placed his hands on Olivia' shoulder and he could feel her muscles loosen up when she knew Munch was watching Bailey, "I'm sorry," she said, "I just… this whole thing is just getting to me."

"It's okay," he said raising her chin up and giving her a subtle kiss, "I know. Did CSU get anything?"

"They found a hair," she answered walking toward the steps, "They said they'll call as soon as they find out anything."

Elliot nodded and walked back over to his desk while Olivia went upstairs to release Munch from his baby sitting duty.

"Sorry we always stick her with you," Olivia said sitting down on the couch next to him.

"I don't mind," he said placing his newspaper down, "I love getting spit up on."

Olivia laughed, "Don't we all?"

"Have you gotten anywhere on your case?"

"No," she said sadly, "Just a woman with blonde hair in a hoodie."

"Blonde hair?"

"Yeah," Olivia said turning to him, "Why?"

"Remember that fall-out you had with Dani Beck?"

"How could I forget?" Olivia asked, "That bitch tried to steal my man."

"Yeah," Munch chuckled, "Well, I saw her in town the other day. We bumped into each other at the market. She has blonde hair."

"The psycho who chased me had short hair," she stated, "So that rules out that theory."

"Her hair was short," Munch informed her, "Just a little passed her shoulders. She said it being something about a new look for her new life."

"Really?" Olivia asked raising an eyebrow, "You think she would do this?"

Munch shrugged, "Like you said, she tried to take your man."

Olivia nodded and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket to dial Elliot's number.

"Are you really calling me from upstairs?" he asked as he put the phone to his ear.

"Dani Beck," she stated, "Blonde hair. She's in town," Olivia informed, "Munch saw her at the market a few days ago with a new haircut."

"Dani wouldn't do this," Elliot said which made Olivia more angry than she already was.

"Seriously?" Olivia spat, "She kissed you and you let her! Now you're defending her! You don't know that she wouldn't do this so just run her name through the damn system and see what trouble she has been up to lately." On that note, Olivia slammed her phone shut and turned to see Munch who was trying not to be so obvious at eavesdropping.

"Tough love," he said darting his eyes back to his newspaper.

Olivia just rolled her eyes, she wasn't in the mood for jokes.