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He let the door swing slowly open, revealing the same room he had occupied only hours earlier. This time though, he wasn't looking at an unconscious women lying in a bed, in so much pain and discomfort that she had to be sedated. It wasn't a matter of whether or not Olivia would wake up or whether she would remember the horrific events that had taken place in her apartment or whether the first questions out of her mouth would be in regard to her son.

No, this time all of those were expected.

When the doctor had come back to find Barba in the waiting room, he had finally explained to him what had happened. Liv did have a seizure, but when they had gotten to the operating room, where the doctor assumed he would have to go in to take care of the swelling in her brain that had been found earlier, he was instead surprised when Olivia came to. She was rather confused, but seemed to be stable all of a sudden. The doctor said that they had to change her medications and stabilize all of her blood pressure, heart rate, and glucose levels. Basically, the doctor seemed to think it was almost a miracle that she was suddenly doing so well. And it was calming to know that Olivia had woken up and would not forever be confined to a hospital bed, but Rafael knew exactly what Liv would be asking about and he wasn't ready to admit they still hadn't located her poor little boy.

"Rafael." She said his first name like it was the most normal thing she had ever done. But it wasn't, she didn't use his first name, ever.

He stood a few feet away from the bed still. "How are you feeling, Liv."

"I…umm…I don't really know…" It was the best answer she could give him. She was still a little confused and worried and trying to make sense of all that had happened in the time that she had been unconscious.

"Well I'm just glad to see you awake and talking. I was worried I may never get to see you take down another criminal." He tried his best to make a joke that would lighten the tension that was in the room. A tension not between him and Olivia, but between the need to know what was happening and the lack of want to tell what was happening.

"Umm... Where..." Liv ignored the joke and she was obviously getting ready to ask the all dreaded question. "Did they... Did they find Noah?"

Rafael noticed then how small and quiet her voice was; how much it sounded like the pain she was feeling both physically and emotionally. She still did not sound like the Olivia Benson who was never questioned or who held authority or who when she walked into a room, was immediately listened to and he didn't imagine that she would be back to normal for some time. But he also had to consider how much it meant just to be talking to her at all after all that had happened.

"They think they found the house of the woman, but I haven't heard anything else." Barba admitted.

Liv's face dropped. "But... they... they know he's there?"

He shook his head. "I don't think they did. It was just a hope that the man and woman were home and would have Noah with them." He hated to have to tell her that no one knew anything for sure about her son. "I'm so sorry Liv."

"It's... uhh... it's not your fault." There was a quiver in her words, the tears that filled her eyes threatened to spill down her face, revealing just how desperate she was to have her little boy back. She could care less in that moment if she would be okay or if she was unharmed; all she wanted was for Noah to be safely with herself or anybody from the team who would protect him.

Rafael finally came closer to Olivia and leaned down over the railing of the bed, his eyes meeting hers. "I know that all of this is more hell than you deserve and that Noah means more to you than I will probably ever understand, but Nick, Fin, Amanda, and even Carisi, are doing every single thing they can for Noah."

The attorney could see the woman dwindling fast. She still looked upset about what she was told, but her body was still weak and she seemed to be giving into the exhaustion that was overcoming her. Within minutes Liv was fast asleep, a frown covering her face, even in her sleep. Rafael sat down in the chair he had occupied before and followed suit, falling asleep, although his head was filled with doubt and worry and a guilt that wouldn't go away until a certain little boy was brought back to his mother.

Nick, Amanda, and Fin stood among themselves, taking in the surroundings that were the crazy couple's living room. To think they had thought it was possible that the attack had been somewhat random, now there was no possibility that any of what had happened in that apartment had been random.

"What the hell is all of this? How does someone get all of these?" Fin was taken aback and shocked that someone could do something like this without being noticed.

Nick sighed. "I don't get why the hell they need all of this. What did they have against Olivia?"

"I've never felt so violated and this doesn't even have anything to do with me." Amanda stared at the walls of the room.

Every wall and table was covered. They were covered with photos of Olivia, some of her at the precinct, some at home, some when she was simply running errands, but they were mostly pictures of Liv and Noah. It was their time in the park or walking down the street or even when Olivia had taken Noah to his doctor's appointments. All of it was an invasion of privacy and not possibly understandable that a cop hadn't noticed anyone following her through almost every day of her life in the past few years.

"There are pictures of literally everything. How they hell did they do this without getting noticed?" Nick looked between the other two detectives.

"And for it to be Liv. She's on high alert all the time, she knows when something is up, how did this slip past her. Or how did it get past all of us, we're with her more than anyone else. We should have noticed." Amanda made a valid point. Not that the team should blame themselves for missing out on these two people who had obviously been stalking their sergeant, but how, when they are with Liv at least five days a week, twelve hours a day, did they not catch on to someone following her every move.

All of a sudden they heard a cry ring out from another room in the house. And it most certainly belonged to a baby, a cry that even for a little one seemed desperate.

"Split up and find where that's coming from." Fin, Nick, and Amanda went in separate directions, all in hunt of the room holding who they hoped would be Noah.

Amanda kept her back against the wall as she took the stairs one step at a time, her gun strategically placed in front of her. When she got to the top of the staircase she turned around both directions to make sure no one had been behind her or on either side of her. It was an empty hallway, three doors in front of her. And then she heard it again, a cry, but this time it seemed quieter and followed by other sounds she couldn't quite make out. But she could however, tell that the noise was coming from in front of her. The door directly at the end of the hallway, that's where it had sounded like it had come from.

When her hand touched the doorknob, ready to push her way into the room, Amanda felt the presence behind and she knew even before she turned to make eye contact with him that it was Nick. And with him following closely behind, she opened the door.

Behind that door was the woman they had been looking for, a distressed look on her face as the crying seemed to magnify ten times now that Nick and Amanda were in the room. There was a crib and a rocking chair, along with a few other pieces of furniture. The man and woman had obviously been prepared to bring a baby home.

"NYPD. Put your hands up and walk away from the crib." Amanda pointed her gun directly at the woman.

"No, no you can't hurt them." She begged the detectives.

Fin had appeared with a few of the men from the swat team and he was quick to lose patience with the woman. "Oh yeah because taking a child from his mother isn't hurting him." Fin scoffed and pushed past everyone to grab the woman's hands, pull them behind her back, and cuff her. He appeared to be more upset about what was happening than he had led onto earlier.

Nick and Amanda moved immediately to the crib. In the heat of the moment that hadn't noticed until then that the crying they had heard earlier was now much less, but the coughing and wheezing sounds coming from the crib had taken over the room.

It was poor little Noah, lying in the crib, seeming to be unharmed, but suffering from what the detectives assumed was an asthma attack.

All the attention was on Noah and Nick went to pick him up, planning on taking him quickly out of the house, to his car, but that was when Amanda noticed. How they hadn't seen it before, she wasn't quite sure. She leaned over the side of the crib and gently, scooped up into her arms another baby that had been sharing the small space of the crib with Noah.

This baby was much smaller than Noah, probably not more than a few months old, and was wearing a pink outfit, so Amanda assumed she was a girl. She was calm in Amanda's arms and appeared to be rather unfazed by everything going on around her.

Nick had watched as she brought the baby out of the crib and stared in awe at the tiny human in Amanda's arms for a while, before he spoke over Noah's screams and coughs. "Is she… is she okay?"

Amanda looked down at the sweet infant and then back at Nick. "I think she is." But what were they going to do now with another stolen baby?

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