Chapter One

Dana was pacing the 1-6 waiting for Cragen to come in. Rollins and Fin were watching her. Munch was mumbling something about the Feds and it was never good. Amaro didn't know what to think of the Agent as she kept pacing in Cragen's office. It was the fifth time that she'd checked her phone, when Cragen finally came in from the elevators.

"How long she been here, John?"

"An hour, Sir."

"Cap? What's going on? What do the Feds want with us now?" Fin asked.

"I don't know, yet, Fin. But, I hope she has a good reason for being here. How are we looking on the babysitter prostitution ring? Any new leads?" Cragen asked, avoiding his office.

"Yeah, Cap, a few," Rollins answered.

"Then, why are you still in here? Go find something that we can make stick and make them turn on each other. They are all friends. One of them will crack, just keep pushing. If our dear friend Agent Lewis has something to add to the case, I'll call you. Munch, you and Amaro, go see Warner and find out why the babysitters' John was killed."

"Got it, Cap," Munch stated.

All four of them watched as Cragen entered his office. All of them wanted to know what Agent Lewis wanted or needed. Munch looked from the Captain's office and back at Benson's empty desk. Fin saw the look and follow Munch's eyes back to the Captain.

"Think she'll come back?"

"I don't know, Fin. I just don't know. I hope that something hasn't happened. But, we both know that we'll be the last to find anything out. It's how the Feds work. They aren't going to let us know anything that would tarnish their reputations or lose a case."

"I hope she's okay," Rollins added as they all entered the elevator.

"I am sure she is. I am sure that this is just a courtesy visit. Now, let's go find something we can use," Munch stated, as the elevators doors closed, hoping in the back of his mind that he was right and Olivia was okay.

Cragen entered his office. He noted the nervousness of the FBI agent before him. She was damn near frantic. It wasn't good news. Something horrible had happened. That was the only reason that she was there. He knew it. He could read it in her face, her pacing, her movements.

"Sit down, please," he offered as nicely as he could muster.

"I need to talk to you."

"I see that. You're here. Tell me what happened."

"She told you before she left. She told you she was going undercover for us, right? She at least told you that much didn't she, Captain Cragen?" Dana asked, panicked.

"Olivia? Yeah, she told me that she needed a change and that you offered her one. I gave her my blessing over a year ago. Honestly, I thought she'd be home by now. What's wrong?"

"She's broken contact. We don't know where she is. She's been unreachable for two weeks."

"I see."

"Has she tried to contact anyone here?"

"Not to my knowledge. I told them that she was working a case with the Feds, but I couldn't tell any of them any more than that. I don't know what she was working on. Neither of you told me about the case."

"I couldn't."

"I understand that."

"We are looking for her, Don. I … just don't know what to do. I can't go to Atlanta and start a man hunt for her. If she hasn't broken cover, it would break her cover. She has two contacts there. Then, I gave her an emergency contact in case something happened. Someone that no one could suspect."

"Part of her cover?"

"Yeah, she is, or was…"

"Was?"

"Yeah, we found her dead in Savannah two weeks ago."

"And, you think that it has something to do with Olivia being missing?"

"I think it has everything to do with it. I can't prove it. I can't go down there. I have to wait for the evidence to come to me. Look, the DEA and the ATF joined in on this venture. Everyone who was under knew who else was under. They were protecting each other. I just…I am tired of waiting."

"You think that there is something that I can do?" Cragen asked her.

"She listed you as her next of kin. She has a way of contacting family, randomly to let them know that she's okay. She sends something to another undercover, who forwards it. You know the drill. You've gotten your letters and such, right?"

"Yeah, I have, but I also know that in a pinch, she wouldn't contact me."

"Who? Who would she call? Who would she break cover for?"

"Elliot or Alex."

"Elliot's out of the picture, she told me this before she went South. But, Cabot, maybe the link I need. Do you think that she'll talk to me? I need to see her."

"That would be up to her. I can't speak for her. She is the E.A.D.A. of Hate Crimes and still serves with the UN for sex crimes. She stays busy. You can try to talk to her. But, last I heard, she'd just gotten back from the Sudan. Dana, is there something that you aren't telling me?"

"Plenty."

"I mean about Liv."

"Don…she wrote her letter."

"To Alex?" Cragen asked.

"Yeah, she did. I figured you or Elliot. Nope, she told me that she was only writing one to Alexandra Cabot. I promised I would give her the letter personally. I don't want to give her that letter. I need to know if she's had any contact with Olivia first. I don't know how to tell her about this."

"Well, you better think of a reason fast," Cragen said, pointing out his window, "Cause she's here and looks like a woman on a mission. Just be honest with her. She'll be honest with you. If you need my office, it's yours."