Sorry, I took so long to update. I've been taking advantage of the beautiful weather we've been having in my area. Well, here's Chapter 9! Enjoy!

Location: SVU Squad Room.

"Well, that was a waste of time," Munch griped, sitting down at his desk.

"You can say that again," Fin grumbled, throwing his jacket on the back of his chair and plopping down.

Elliot looked up at them from his computer.

"You guys didn't find anything at Tucker's place?" he guessed.

"Nope," answered Fin, putting his feet up.

Munch whirled his chair around. "Six hours of searching for nothing. It looked as if he hadn't been there in weeks. The place was dusty and dirty. Not to mention his mailbox was overflowing and there was a pile of newspapers by his door. Figures he would be too smart to leave a trail."

"Tell me about it," Fin said sarcastically. "That man is one slick son of a bitch. He used his IAB authority to put himself on our case. Just so he could stay one step ahead of us. How the fuck did we miss that?"

"We're all wondering the same damn thing," Elliot said. "And believe me when I say that is not an understatement."

"And if that wasn't bad enough," added Munch. "There was no sign anyone else besides Tucker was there. No foreign prints or DNA at his place."

"What about you?" Fin asked Elliot. "Did you have better luck than we did?"

"Good question," Cragen was standing behind them.

All three detectives jumped, nearly falling out of their seats.

"Holy shit!" Fin exclaimed.

"Geez, Captain!" Elliot cried out. "Are you trying to give us a heart attack?"

"Hey, I'm still in my prime," Munch cracked. "I'd like to live a few more years, if that's okay with you."

"Enough with the wisecracks," ordered Cragen. "Do you have something or not?"

"I do," Elliot said. "First of all, I contacted Tucker's bank. He closed all of his accounts the day after he attacked Liv."

"Okay," Cragen said. "So it's safe to say he's never returning home."

"He knows were on to him," Fin assumed. "He took what he had left and is laying low till he can find a new identity to steal."

Munch spoke up. "Which means we have to find Tucker before he finds his next victim."

"Any idea where he's hiding?" Cragen questioned.

"Follow me," Elliot instructed them, getting up from his desk.

He led them to the media center in the squad room. He turned on the plasma screen and typed some words into the keyboard. Two photos popped onto the screen. Both were of young men in their twenties, wearing Marine uniforms. One had dark hair and eyes, and the other had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Who the hell are these guys?" Cragen demanded to know.

"Meet the real Lowell Harris and Ed Tucker," Elliot stated. "Both were Marines who served in the same unit in Kuwait during the Gulf War. Both were only children, whose parents died years ago. And both were reported as going UA by the Marine Corp. after they returned from Kuwait."

"So are we thinking foul play?" Cragen questioned.

"It's possible," suggested Elliot. "Carl and Dennis murdered them and stole their identities. With Harris and Tucker's military backgrounds, it would be easy for them to get into the police academy."

"Sounds plausible," nodded Cragen. "But if Carl and Dennis murdered the real Tucker and Harris, where did they stash the bodies?"

"Maybe wherever Dennis is hiding," guessed Fin.

"Well," Elliot began, pulling up Harris and Tucker's files. "According to Harris' file, his family had a house upstate. Harris sold it before he deployed. It's been turned into a bed-and-breakfast. I guess we can rule that out."

Elliot continued searching, but nothing stood out. So he moved on to Tucker's file.

"Here's something," Elliot called out. "Tucker's family owned and operated a storage facility located just outside the city. It closed down ten years ago and has been abandoned ever since."

"Sounds like a good place to start," Cragen commented. "I want you there first thing tomorrow morning. Also, I want you to re-interview Alan. I want to know what he did with his cousin's bloody shirt. As for now, it's getting late. Go home and get some rest."

Location: Hospital. Intensive Care Unit. The Next Day.

Elliot sat by Olivia's bedside, holding her hand and waiting patiently for her to awaken from her coma. He had been with her all night and all morning. He talked to her, as he always did, about the latest cases and goings on at the precinct, Munch's latest conspiracies. And if he ran out of topics, he'd simply talk about the weather or whatever else he could think of. Once, Elliot swore she smiled when he reached for her hand. He took it as a sign the Olivia knew he was there, comforting her, waiting for her. As he watched her sleep, he couldn't help but admire how even comatose, she was still beautiful. He thought back to the fairy tales he used to read to Maureen and Kathleen. He thought about how the princes awoke Sleeping Beauty and Snow White with a kiss. Elliot wished he could wake Olivia with a kiss. He leaned close and planted a gentle kiss on her soft, sweet lips. He waited but nothing happened. He felt silly, thinking that for a moment it would work. He was tired after all. It had been a long day.

"I'll be right back, Liv," Elliot whispered in her ear. "I'm going to get more coffee. I'll be right down the hall."

He kissed her hand and stood up. Elliot stretched and yawned, then left the room. He stopped outside her door and turned to the uniformed officer guarding Olivia's room.

"Just going down the hall for coffee," Elliot said. "Do you want a cup?"

"Sure," replied the officer. "Thanks."

"No problem," Elliot told him. "Cream? Sugar?"

"Both," answered the officer.

Elliot made his way down the hall to a small room at the end of the hall. In the room were four vending machines lined up against the wall to the right of the door. A small table was against the wall next to the vending machines, across from the door. Sitting on the table were two coffee makers, one holding a pot of regular coffee, the other holding decaf. In the center of the room were two tables, each surrounded by four chairs. Elliot pulled two foam cups out of the bag next to the coffee maker. He poured regular coffee into both and added the necessary amounts of cream and sugar. He stirred the ingredients, then picked up the cups and made his way back to Olivia's room.

He handed the officer a cup.

"Thanks again," the officer took a sip.

Elliot was about to say something when the both heard a scream come from Olivia's room. Both Elliot and the officer rushed into the room at lightning speed. There on the bed was Olivia, awake, sitting upright, and screaming. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears flowing down her face.

"HELP!" she shrieked. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Elliot rushed to her side. Olivia was dazed and confused. The last thing she remembered was Tucker attacking her. Now she was looking around a hospital room. Elliot was holding her in his arms, trying to calm her down.

"It's okay, Liv," he spoke softly and gently. "I'm here. You're safe now. No one is going to hurt you. Calm down."

Olivia turned to see Elliot staring at her. Her screaming turned into a whimper as she stared into his crystal blue eyes. She had missed those eyes so much.

"El?" she whimpered, touching his face and realizing he wasn't a dream. "Oh, El! It's really you!"

She threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder.

"Yes, it's me," he comforted her. "Oh, Liv! I'm so glad you're alive!"

Elliot cradled Olivia in his arms, gently stroking her hair as she trembled in his arms. Her head felt as if someone was pounding it with a hammer. She breathed deeply, closed her eyes and tried to relax, but all she could see was Tucker's face hovering above her, taunting her. His warm breath on her neck as he panted and grunted. She could feel him inside her, torturing her with pleasure. Olivia shuddered, her eyes snapped open. She tried to make sense of everything happening in her mind and in reality. What seemed like a million questions raced through her mind.

"How long was I unconscious?" Olivia, inquired, searching for the right words, but finding it difficult to speak. "What happened after...? And where is...?

"Take it easy," Elliot voice was warm and comforting. "You were in a coma for nearly three weeks. Just lay back and rest. We don't have to do this now. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?"

"My head hurts," Olivia touched the left side of her head, running her fingers over the scar. "And I don't want to wait. I need answers now."

"Liv, don't be like this," Elliot gently pleaded. "You've been through enough already."

"Stop that," she told him as she pushed him away. "If I was any other victim, you'd be trying to get my statement while it's still fresh in mind. Don't treat me any differently just because of our relationship."

As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. He wasn't sure if he could handle hearing the details of her attack. But he knew it would hurt her more. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain by making her relive that horrific day.

"Are you sure about this?" Elliot asked her. "You literally just came out of a coma. The stress could affect your recovery."

"Yes, I'm sure," Olivia insisted. "I want to do this. I need to."

"Okay," he gave in, reluctantly. He then proceeded to question her as he would any victim. "What can you remember from the attack?"

As Olivia began speak, recalling details of her attack, she felt confident. But the more details she remembered, the more unstable she felt. She would pause every now and then, sobbing and shaking. At that point, Elliot would comfort her and try to convince her to save their conversation for another time. But Olivia remained persistent. She knew it had to be done. Meanwhile, Elliot could feel his temper flaring with every detail of Olivia's rape. He swore when he found Dennis, Elliot would make him wish he were dead. When Olivia finally finished, she sat quietly weeping, staring blankly into space.

"I know this wasn't easy," Elliot put his arm around her. "But you did great. You're very brave, Liv. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a victim to talk about their attack so soon after it has happened?"

"I do now," Olivia wiped away tears. "Now it's your turn, El. Fill me in on what's happening. Please."

Elliot updated her on all the case details. He told her about Alan's interview, and Tucker's real identity. He even told her about the evidence they had against him, the video footage, the bloody shirt, and Alan's testimony.

"What about my rape kit?" she asked. "They did do one, right?"

"Yes, they did," he answered. "We're still waiting for the results."

He felt terrible about lying to Olivia, but it was too late to take it back now. Also, he was afraid if he told her the truth, she would feel as if she had been violated all over again. He continued updating her. When he told her that Dennis was still in the wind, Olivia became uneasy.

"What if he comes to the hospital?" she panicked. "He knows I'm here."

"Don't you worry," he assured her. "I'll kill him before I ever let him come near you. And besides, there's a uniformed officer posted outside your room. Also, the hospital is on full alert."

Elliot then told her about the storage facility owned by Dennis' alias, Tucker. And that he, Munch, and Fin would be searching there the following morning. But that didn't relieve Olivia's anxieties. She continued to worry.

"What if he's not there?" Olivia asked, panic stricken. "What if he's waiting for me when I leave the hospital?"

"Let me worry about that," he consoled her. "You just concentrate on getting better. Whatever happens tomorrow, Munch, Fin, and I will take care of it. And you're not leaving the hospital just yet. We'll figure out what to do when the time comes."

Elliot embraced Olivia and kissed her forehead. She looked up and gazed into his sky blue eyes.

"I thought I'd never see those eyes again," Olivia sighed.

"God, I've missed you," Elliot smiled.

Elliot sweetly stroked Olivia's hair, as he held her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder, her emotions running rampant. Her mind was still piecing everything together like a giant jigsaw puzzle. She tried her hardest to relax, but she knew peace of mind wouldn't come anytime soon.

Location: Store Moore Storage Facility.

"Store Moore?" asked Munch, staring at the sign in front of the facility. "The family name was Tucker. Why use Moore?"

"It was his mother's maiden name," explained Elliot. "The real Ed Tucker's mother. It was her family's business. When she married Tucker's father, her parents passed the business onto them."

Elliot, Fin, and Munch walked up the concrete steps to the storage facility. An office building stood in front of the facility. The facility itself consisted of six long rows of storage units. Each row consisted of fifty units, in which twenty-five units were lined back to back against twenty-five more units. Altogether, they had three hundred units to search through, plus the main office building in front. All six rows were completely surrounded by a twenty foot high iron fence.

"We are definitely going to need back up," said Fin, surveying the facility. "Ain't no way in hell we're searching this place by ourselves."

"I second that, my brother," agreed Munch, pulling out his phone and dialing Cragen's number.

The three of them walked to the gate guarding the facility. The gate was built to slide open when customers wanted to gain entrance to their units. What baffled the detectives was how to open the gate. There was no keypad, or lever, or anything that would allow them entrance inside.

"Back up is on the way," Munch hung up his phone and looked up at the fence towering above them. "I say we draw straws to see who gets to climb over."

"Or we could cut a hole in the fence," suggested Fin. "There's a toolbox in the car."

"Maybe there's a button inside the office," Elliot pointed to the office. "If not, then we'll cut a hole in the fence. Unless Munch really wants climb."

"Why me?" Munch asked.

"You suggested it," Fin and Elliot replied in perfect unison.

The detectives made their way over to the office door, only to find another challenge awaiting them.

"Dammit!" Munch exclaimed. "There's a padlock on the door. Now how are we gonna get in?"

"That's what guns are for, genius," quipped Fin. "Now back up! Both of you!"

It took Fin four shots to break the padlock off the door.

"I was gonna suggest using bolt cutters," Elliot stared at the broken padlock on the door. "But that works too."

Once they were inside, they split up and began searching. The main office building consisted of an office, with a kitchen area in back, and a small bathroom. The office itself took up most of the building. So Elliot and Fin searched the office. Meanwhile Munch took the kitchen and bathroom.

"So I hear Liv woke up last night," Fin said to Elliot as he searched through a file cabinet. "How is she doing?"

"She's alive. Thank God," Elliot searched through the desk. "But she's really shaken up."

Elliot and Fin continued searching, while Elliot gave Fin the details of Liv's statement. Neither could think of anything more to say, so they just searched in silence. Munch emerged from the kitchen area, holding his nose.

"Whatever you do, stay away from the kitchen," His voice was muffled. "Smells like something died in there! Let's just hope the bathroom isn't as bad."

Elliot brushed away some papers on the desk to find a two buttons, one red and one green, built into the desk. He assumed green was to open the gate and red was to shut the gate. He firmly pressed down on the green button. Suddenly, there was a loud clanging noise as the rusty iron gates slowly slid open. The noise was so loud and ear-piercing the detectives had to cover their ears. When it finally stopped, Fin spoke.

"Are we done in here?" he asked. "Is back up here yet?"

"No back up yet," answered Elliot. "But we've done all we could in here. How about you, Munch?"

"Nothing in the kitchen," replied Munch. "Let me just take a peek in the bathroom and then we can leave."

Munch turned the nob and slowly opened the bathroom door a little.

"DAMN!" Fin exclaimed.

"HOLY SHIT!" Elliot cried out.

The entire office building was immediately fill with the stench of septic tank that had not been cared for in years. The odor was so intoxicating, their nostrils felt as if the were on fire and their stomachs churned. All three detectives made a mad dash for the exit. They ran to some bushes on the side of the building where they began to vomit.

"Munch, I ought to kick your ass!" moaned Elliot.

"I realize now that padlock was on the door for a reason," groaned Munch.

Fin held his stomach. "I'll keep that mind for next time."

All three detectives exchanged looks. The thought of a "next time" made their stomachs flip. Once again, they vomited into the bushes. By the time they finished and cleaned themselves off, back up had arrived. Leading the way up to the storage facility was Cragen himself, along with Warner and Morales.

"What's wrong with you guys?" asked Cragen, noticing how green his detectives looked.

Fin explained what happened in the office. Then Cragen split them into teams. Cragen and his team were assigned to the first row. Elliot was assigned to the second row. Fin took the third row. And Morales and Warner took the last two rows. They all grabbed walkie talkies, bolt cutters, and whatever necessary tools, and began to search the units.

Fin must have been on his seventh or so unit, when he cut off the lock and slid the door open. Laying inside the unit was a pile of bones in one corner.

"Captain?" Fin called in on his walkie talkie. "I found something."

"Really?" answered Cragen. "So did Munch and Elliot."

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