When the phone rang, Olivia knew by instinct that it was Elliot

When the phone rang, Olivia knew by instinct that it was Elliot. She hesitated before answering, but in the end she gave in and answered.

“Detective Benson,” Olivia said.

As soon as Olivia heard the gruff voice, she knew that she had been wrong – it wasn’t Elliot. She quickly went into cop mode. “Who are you and how did you get my cell phone number?”

Olivia heard the man breathing into the phone. For a second she thought he had hung up, but then he spoke in a low, sinister voice. “I have another victim. You or her.” Then he hung up.

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Olivia forwarded the message to Elliot and drove over to the precinct. Who did he have, and who was he? She couldn’t let him rape or kill another innocent woman. Why did he call? But inside she knew, he wanted to antagonize the police….make them stressed so they would have a harder time doing their job.

For 8 p.m., it was pretty dark outside. Olivia walked into the building that was the precinct. She wanted to catch the bastard.

“Liv…” Elliot said.

“Elliot…the bastard called me, and then hung up.”

“I know, you forwarded the call to me.”

“Maybe he will call again and we can pick up a trace,” Olivia said.

“Go home, you just got out of the hospital,” Elliot said.

“No way,” Olivia said. “I’m working this case. I’m going to find him.”

“Liv, he threatened you.”

“I don’t care, I’m going to catch him.”

“I won’t let you use yourself as bate,” Elliot said. What he didn’t say out loud, Olivia knew he was thinking. She knew that Elliot was thinking of the time Olivia had gone undercover as Kat in Sealsview and had almost gotten raped by one of the guards.

“I didn’t say anything about using myself as bate,” Olivia said.

“Who’s to say he won’t go after you?”

“I don’t care; it’s my job to stop him,” Olivia said. The amount of determination in her voice was astounding. Elliot knew Olivia. She was stubborn. Once she set her mind to something, there was no stopping her, no matter how much he wanted to; no matter how painfully his heart cried out to save her. But Olivia was a detective, and it was her job. Both of them had chosen this. Elliot and Olivia were good partners, and in reality Elliot was never going to stop her.

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Cragen decided that in order to get leads, a press release would be the best option. It also might make the chances of the perp calling back more likely. They needed to get a trace in order to determine who he is.

“I’ll do it,” Elliot said.

Cragen said that if a woman was the one delivering the news, the perp would feel less intimidated and more likely to call.

“I’ll do it,” Olivia said.

“Are you sure?” Elliot asked.

“Yes,” Olivia said.

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The TV equipment was set up for the press release. The reporter was holding a microphone, which Olivia spoke into, alerting the public about the perp and giving a phone number to call if they have seen anything or if someone they know is missing.

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Later that day

Once Olivia was home, she dialed Simon’s number. “Hi, Simon,” Olivia said.

“Hey Liv,” Simon said. “I saw you on the press release today. Looking hot, babe.”

“Shut up,” Olivia joked.

“Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me and get drinks?” Simon asked.

Olivia did want to take her mind off of the case and the perp’s semi-threat. Sighing, Olivia said, “Sure, just let me get ready. Pick me up in half an hour.”

Little did either of them know, someone was listening into the phone call.