"Anything good?" Elliot asked.
"Nada. Everything on this computer is encrypted except two pictures and a useless Word document," Alex sighed.
"Every perp makes a mistake, open the Word documents," Elliot rubbed the back of his neck.
Alex took out Dean's flash drive, which he had left on the desk next to his laptop, and synced it with the computer. He opened his hard drive and opened the first word doucment. It was a picture of Noah getting on the school bus. He opened the second one, it was a picture of Olivia and Noah at the play ground. Alex then clicked the word document and opened it.
Anthony "Noah" Benson- age 8, DOB: January 1, 2004 Hair color: Brown Eye color: Hazel School: John Adams Elementary Leaves school: 3 o' clock sharp
Account for today: Olivia takes him to the park. He has a lunchbox in hand, kinda like the one my nephew has.
He uses the swing and the slide. Too scared to use the see-saw, wimp.
Dad: Dead.
Olivia&Noah: soon to be.
Elliot looked at the computer and then at Alex.
"This is NOT useless!" Elliot said, slapping Alex on the back of the head. Elliot printed the document and ran into Cragen's office.
"It better be good, Elliot," Cragen said, as Elliot handed him the paper.
Cragen looked at it twice and stared at Elliot. "Jesus Christ, he was stalking them," Cragen concluded.
"I want Olivia under protective detail at ALL times, clear?" Cragen ordered.
Elliot nodded and raced out his office. He picked up his phone and dialed One Police Plaza.
"Detective Elliot Stabler, Badge 11287 16th Precinct, request of protective detail for Detective Olivia Benson round the clock, Badge 11285 16th precinct, address Bronson Street #24, Manhattan Drive. Clear?" Elliot hung up the phone and walked back into the cribs.
Olivia was sitting up on the bed, palms buried in her face. "How could he, El?" Olivia asked.
"I don't know but Liv, he's been stalking you and he was stalking Noah," Elliot replied.
Olivia stood up and put her gun in it's holster. "Where ya going?" Elliot asked.
"To FBI headquarters," Olivia sighed, pushing Elliot out of the way.
"I'm coming, it's Saturaday. Dean is the only person that comes in on Saturday, I don't want you alone with him," Elliot said.
Olivia knowing she was defeated threw her hands up in exhaustion. The drive to the headquarters was long and silent, until they finally got there.
"Do you think he really did?" Olivia asked. She wanted nothing more than for it to be untrue.
"No, I don't," Elliot said coldly.
"Why? Everyone else thinks he did it," Olivia replied.
"Because I KNOW the son of a bitch did it," Elliot said, matter of factly.
The two walked into the headquarters together and Dean caught sight of them. "Leave me alone," he complained.
"I could tell you the same thing, you've been stalking me for how long was it El?" Olivia asked.
"4 months," Elliot answered her.
Dean reached for his holster. "You didn't think I'd come here on Saturday alone without protection, did you? Do you have any protection Olivia?" Dean asked.
"Don't threaten her," Elliot said, standing protectively in front of Olivia.
"I just want a straight answer, Dean, did you kill Noah?" Olivia whimpered.
Dean put his hands up to the sky. "NO! Now get out!" Dean screamed.
Elliot walked up to Dean and smirked at him.
"We got you, we got more on you than you think or know. We got you and you can't even see it. The shooter had a tattoo on his hand," Elliot replied.
When Dean gave him a "so what" look, Elliot continued.
"A tattoo of a bald headed eagle," Elliot said, with a slight smirk. "Lift up your sleeve so I can collar you, come on," Elliot pushed.
"Get a warrant... El," Dean said, mocking Olivia's nickname for Stabler.
Elliot's veins began to pop out of his neck and his fists were really tight. He grabbed Dean by the collar and pushed him up against a wall.
"Easy 'roids," Dean taunted.
"When I get a warrant for you to show your tattoo, I'm gonna collar your ass," Elliot said, letting him go.
"Come on, El," Olivia said, tugging on Elliot's sleeve.
The two walked out of the building together and Olivia chided at Elliot. "Why can't you ever be civil?" Olivia asked.
"So you don't care that he put your son on a table in the morgue? Or are old flames excused from murder?" Elliot shouted at her. He opened his mouth to apologize after he realized what he said, but she stopped him.
Olivia swallowed a large lump in her throat. She never, in a million years, thought Elliot Stabler would say anything to intentionally hurt her, but here he was accusing her of being a dirty cop.
"That was low, Elliot," she said, getting in the driver side of the car and pulling off.
Elliot Stabler stood in the middle of the headquarter's parking lot in Queen's and looking around he started the trot back to Manhattan.