AN: Thanks to Futurama I will always think "cell phone telephone." It's catchy. Just thought I'd share that.

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Olivia's cell phone pulled her out of her sleep. She glanced at the alarm clock as she grabbed the phone off the nightstand, but her eyes wouldn't focus yet and she had no idea what it said. All she knew was that it was too early for anything reasonable.

"Benson," she greeted gruffly, her tongue trying to cling to the roof of her mouth.

She anticipated Cragen or Elliot on the other end, or an outside chance of Munch or Fin, but was thrown by a female voice she couldn't readily identify. "Detective Olivia Benson?"

"Yes, that's me. Who is this?" Olivia pulled herself to a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes until the digits on the alarm clock stopped fusing into indistinct blobs. Three fifty-eight.

"Beverly Chase, with ACS."

One of the women she had met at the group home. Sleep was quickly forgotten. "I remember you. What happened?"

Olivia finally noticed hysterical crying in the background.

"Actually, I'm not sure. I woke up and saw some lights on so I went to check on things. That girl you brought in, Sara, was just standing in the common room. When I asked her why she was up she freaked out. She's been huddled in the kitchen ever since, won't tell me why she's upset."

"Ok," Olivia said, searching through her closet for something to throw on. "I'll be right over."

During the drive over she wondered what could have caused Sara to react so violently. Hoping it was just some bad nerves, but pretty sure it wasn't that easy. Most people didn't go straight to hysteria just because someone startled them.

When she arrived Olivia saw that everyone was awake. Kids were clustered in small groups. She overheard bits of their conversations, theories why the new girl had lost it in the middle of the night. Sighing, Olivia followed their stares, knowing that was the direction she wanted to go.

Beverly was stationed at the end of the hallway, keeping the prying eyes from descending. She saw Olivia approaching and her expression turned to extreme gratefulness. There was sniffling, but the noise was nowhere near what she had heard over the phone.

"She still hasn't said anything," Beverly informed her.

Olivia nodded as she moved past. "Thanks." She turned the corner and saw Sara tucked up beside the oven. Her legs were drawn up tightly against her chest, face buried against the blue and purple pajama bottoms. Her chest still hitched, but the sobs had gone silent.

"Hey," Olivia spoke softly, announcing her presence. She slid in on Sara's open side. For a moment she just sat there, waiting to see what the girl would do. Eventually Sara leaned over, swiping her face on her sleeve. Olivia draped an arm over her shoulder.

"Can you tell me why you're so upset?"

It took a few tries before the words weren't a stuttered mess. "He was here."

There was no need to elaborate who 'he' was. Olivia's grip on Sara tightened. "Where was he?"

"Outside. He was on the street just looking over. Then he was looking at me." Sara had begun to cry again. Olivia tried to calm her down.

"It's ok, sweetie, you're safe. He can't hurt you."

"I knew he wasn't gonna follow the rules."

"Did anyone else see him?" Olivia asked. She looked over to where Beverly stood and the woman shook her head.

Sara got more insistent. "I saw him!"

"Sara, I know you did, but it would help if someone else did too."

"You said he'd get locked up if he came near me." Sara pulled away and stood up, grabbing the bunny where it fell on the floor.

"Judges want proof. Me and my partner will find it." Olivia came over to where Sara was now standing.

"I don't wanna stay here."

Olivia started to argue, there weren't a ton of places she could go. "Sara..."

"I wanna go somewhere else. I don't like it here anymore."

"You're safe here," Olivia assured.

"No," Sara argued. "No I'm not!"

She wasn't sure what to do, but she did have a temporary solution that would give her some time to think. Sara would need to go in to make a statement anyway, and hopefully she could convince the Captain to stash her there for a little while. With any luck they'd find a witness or something to put Mr. Holden by the building.

Olivia sighed. "Go change." Then as the girl took off she took out her cell phone and dialed Elliot.

"Better be good," he grumbled.

"I need you to meet me at the precinct. Eric Holden violated the Order of Protection."

His next words came out with a yawn. "Sara ok?"

"Just freaked out. She saw him outside, but so far I've got no other witnesses."

"All right, I'm on my way."

She also called Cragen, who was less than happy, but said he'd come in to get the details. By the time Olivia arrived she saw Elliot waiting at his desk and the light on in Cragen's office. The Captain wasted no time in waving them over. Olivia had Sara wait at her desk and followed Elliot in.

"So what exactly do we got?" Cragen asked after the door closed.

Olivia shook her head. "Sara saw her father standing across the street from the group home. I asked around, but none of the other kids or workers claimed to have seen anything."

"Are we sure he was there?" Elliot wondered.

"She is." Olivia frowned.

"I'm not putting it past the guy that he would, but it does seem a little strange. He just happened to be standing out there on a night she just happened to decide to look outside? So, is he just incredibly lucky, or does he sit there night after night on the off chance that she'll have a bout of insomnia?"

Cragen looked at Olivia. "Could she have been mistaken?"

Sara had shown her exactly where he had been standing. It was in between street lamps, and it would have been darker than when Olivia had arrived. Not impossible, but there was a lot of room for error. She was reluctant to admit it though. "It's possible. But she's adamant. Described what he was wearing. An old Bomber and dark jeans."

"Hardly proof positive."

"We have to believe her," Olivia insisted.

"I didn't say not to check it out. Maybe he'll make it easy for you and confess."

Cragen's tone made it clear he believed it was just as unlikely as she did.