That afternoon, Alex, Serena and Sarah went out to the spa. Abbie and Olivia decided to go out to the shooting range, leaving Tim and Casey to have a long overdue conversation.

Being Novaks, they decided to have this conversation over cheesecake.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Casey hoped that someone in her family would have been there for her and if not Tim then who?

"I wanted to," he told her, "but dad said if I talked to you I was cut off."

"But you have a job and your own place."

"I was barely making ends meet, and I know how spiteful Dad can be. I thought you were better off cutting us all loose, even me."

"How could you think that?"

"Dad has always forced you into doing things his way. You went to the school he wanted; you dated Charlie because that's what he wanted. Olivia was your chance to escape, and I thought if I pushed you away, I'd push you towards her. I know it was mean, but I didn't know what else to do. I wasn't sure when I'd be able to escape from him, and keeping my ties to you did neither of us any favors. You know how spiteful that man is."

Unfortunately, Casey knew that all too well. "I missed you Timmy."

"I missed you two Case."

The siblings hugged it out.

Alex and Serena were regulars at the spa. They had their favorite masseuses and they always got the princess treatment. This was all new to Sarah. The young woman had never been pampered before, and although she was wealthy, her wealth had been hidden from her. She thought she was just a middle class college dropout.

"They will take care of everything you need," Alex assured the girl: massages, skin treatment, manicure, pedicure, and hair.

"We will come home goddesses," Serena bragged. Abbie always complained about how long it took Serena to get pampered, but she always loved the results.

Sarah blushed when she saw her masseuse. They got Hans for her, the 6'3, hunky, blonde with soft brown eyes.

"Enjoy," Serena whispered into the woman's ear.

[Bang]

Olivia finished her target. She and Abbie would always start with pistols and end with rifles. The detective was better at the former, the prosecutor preferring the latter.

"Nice grouping," Abbie teased. Olivia had given the target a smiley face.

"I was aiming for a frowning face."

Abbie stuck with the easier chest shot. "I wonder if Sarah can survive a day at the spa with Alex and Serena."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Those two are nuts. They have to get a massage, then their hair done, then their feet done, then the back of the elbows done."

Abbie started cracking up. "It might be fun if they didn't spend like five hours there."

Olivia shook her head. "I need to be physical. I can't just lie on my back all day."

"Even with Casey and Alex on top of you?"

"Well … I can make exceptions."

Sticky tried Casey's apartment, but no one answered the door. He didn't want to wait outside of the building all day for her, so instead, he came back with a uniform and said he was with the security company.

"We have an annual review to make sure that our service is up to par. I need the tapes over the past week, so we can analyze them."

They made a copy for him and he took it back to his apartment. Sticky found a photo of Casey online and used it to look for her in the video, starting with that day and working backwards.

He looked at the elevator footage and the footage from her floor, but he did not see her at all. Six weeks later, he had to wonder if she was even living in the place.

He called James.

"Sticky, did you find them?"

"No. I got the footage from her building and she's not even on the tape."

"What?"

"Are you sure she lives here?"

James growled. She could have moved. How would he find out? "She might have moved in with her girlfriend, Olivia Benson."

"Where does she live?"

"I don't know. It's your job to find her." James hung up.

Sticky growled. "Job? He's not paying me shit."

When Alex, Serena, and Sarah came back to the apartment, they were looking glamorous.

Casey and Tim (along with Olivia and Abbie) had polished off the cheesecake. In their sweatpants and t-shirts, the Novaks were looking like fatties.

Of course Alex noticed the empty plate when she got home. "I can see you two had a productive afternoon."

Tim stretched his arms. "All in the day of being a Novak."

"They had some help," Olivia told her as she came out of the bedroom. "Although it was mostly Casey."

"Hey!" she complained.

"I'm sure she burns it all off in bed," Abbie teased.

"EW!" Tim complained.

"I'm hungry," Sarah told them.

"Pizza!" Olivia voted.

With seven people, and two Novaks, Alex knew they'd need a lot. "How about two larges and a medium?"

"Meatlovers!" Casey and Tim said at the same time.

They ended up with one meatlovers, one pepperoni and capers, and one mushroom, spinach, and feta.

"I'll call it in." Olivia took out a cell phone.

Abbie took a good look at her girlfriend. "Aren't you looking pretty?"

Serena kissed her. "How was your day?"

"Shooting guns and cheesecake, it felt like home."

Tim did his best to make sure that Sarah was comfortable. "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," she admitted, "perpetually nervous, but I feel safer here than I did back home."

"We're safe here Sarah," Tim told her. Jamie and the others didn't know about Alex. They had no reason to look here.

When the pizza arrived, everyone grabbed a plate and a seat at the table.

Alex thought it was as good a time as any to start strategizing. "It's only a matter of time before your fathers either come to New York or send someone to New York to find you." Sarah had no living siblings and the only person Tim could turn to was right here. "We need to get you out of the city as clandestinely as possible."

"I got it," Abbie announced, "let's smuggle them into Canada."

Serena bopped her head. "Great idea. Let's get them in trouble with border patrol and the Canadian authorities; that won't rouse suspicion."

"Do you have your passports?" Casey questioned.

Tim had his but Sarah never owned a passport. "I've never left the country before."

And to get the paperwork she would need for a passport would rouse suspicion.

Alex decided to start listing ideas. "My family has a house in Martha's Vineyard you could stay in." No one lived there and it was always empty when it wasn't summer.

Serena vetoed that. "If she has a trust fund, the odds are too high that someone at Martha's Vineyard knows her father." Society was small but big mouthed.

"How do you feel about going somewhere tropical?"

"Like Florida?" Tim questioned.

"I was thinking the U.S. Virgin Islands, but Florida could work too."

"How would they get there without leaving a paper trail?" Abbie questioned.

"Easy, Cabot family jet."

"Your family has a jet?" Olivia was wide-eyed.

"Technically, it's the corporations jet, but Warren takes it on vacation all the time."

"And it won't have our names on it?" Sarah questioned.

"No. I'll just say it's a trip to meet with some investors. They don't care whose on the plane," and they won't need ID since it's a private jet.

It sounded extreme, but who knows what Sarah's father might do if they find them.

"It won't be forever, just until we can figure out what happened to Sarah's inheritance. Once we get an injunction from the court, you two should be able to come home." Also, she'll need to write a will.

They needed to work out where to send them and how to afford it.

"The cost of living there is fairly cheap. You'll need cash, obviously, no cards, and I think renting a villa for two weeks would be cheaper than a hotel that will charge per day."

Again, Alex's money in the safe was proving to be useful.

"Five should be enough," she told them.

"How are we going to hide for two weeks on $500?" Tim thought she lost her mind.

"Oh, I meant $5,000."

"I can't take that much money," Sarah told her. She never had $5000 in her life.

"Think of it as a loan that you never have to pay back."

Olivia raised a brow. "That's what she would tell me when I needed money for rent." Olivia always paid her back, but Alex would try to refuse the money at least three times before she accepted it.

There was no arguing with Alex Cabot. A phone call later she had arranged for the jet to pick them up tomorrow morning and fly them to the US Virgin Islands.

From there, they could take a cab to get a villa.

"If you need us, use the disposable phones. Oh, we should also get encrypted e-mail accounts."

Abbie shook her head. "She's totally going to start geeking out on us in 3-2-1."

"What about code words?"

"You need to stop watching Casino Royale," Casey told her.

"You can't take Daniel Craig from me!" Even Alex could appreciate his rugged sexiness.

Olivia shook her head.

"Don't be jealous, Liv."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm really jealous."

"His gun's bigger," Alex told her.

"It's fake."

"Still bigger."