In the beginning, this is a very angst story, but it'll be a three chapter fic, I think, so hopefully it turns out all happy! But who knows, with my muse! Haha enjoy!

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"It's 9 o'clock, how come Liv isn't in yet?" Munch questioned Elliot, who shrugged and checked his watch, saying,

"Good question. I don't know. She didn't call me."

"And she didn't call me." Cragen stated as he walked out of his office. Fin, Munch and Elliot looked at him, and he added, "We got a case."

"Me and Munch taking it?" Fin asked, assuming because Olivia wasn't there.

"No. We're all going. Homicide was taking it, but then they said it looked like the work of a serial killer we've been looking for."

"Which one?" Munch scoffed, knowing there were at least 5 serial killer cases open in SVU.

"The one where he slits the throat of a woman after he rapes her, but he redresses her so the cops on the scene never suspect rape until the autopsy."

"Is he the one who's victimizes any type? He doesn't just specialize in brunettes or blondes, right?" Fin said, slowly recalling the case.

"Yeah." Cragen said, grateful for the chance to finally catch this guy, they didn't even know his name, but Cragen was bound and determined to catch him this time.

"Then let's go." Elliot said, feeling the same thing Cragen was feeling.

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Fin and Munch rode in one car, and Cragen rode with Elliot in Olivia's place. "I'll probably get an email later about her being in the ER." Cragen muttered.

"Knowing Liv, you're probably right."

Olivia never took a day off, unless she was contagious or in the hospital. Even then, she tried her hardest to work.

They pulled up at the crime scene, and they both spotted the Chief of Detective's pacing outside the tape. "What the hell...?" Cragen said, getting out.

"Don!" The Chief exclaimed, walking over to him.

"What the hell is going on here?" Don asked, and the Chief looked confused.

"I...Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"Oh my God," The Chief exclaimed, and then whipped around and yelled, "Who's the incompetent idiot who called SVU but didn't tell them who the vic was?"

When he didn't get an answer, he muttered to himself, "There will be hell to pay later, mark my words,"

"Chief?" Don questioned, absolutely confused now.

By this time, Elliot, Fin and Munch were standing in a group a few feet away from the Chief and Cragen, and just as Don asked his question, Elliot looked over the crime scene and spotted the vic.

"Brown hair, from the looks of it. Since this is gonna be our case, we better go check it out, don't you think?" Elliot said to Munch and Fin, who nodded. They started walking over to the victim and under the tape. All three of them noticed the looks they were getting, and it was more than a little confusing to them.

"I'm echoing the captain, what the hell is going on? You'd think we lost a member of our own..." Fin trailed off as they got close enough to the victim to see her face.

The woman lying on the cold, hard ground had shoulder-length brown hair, and her body was splayed with arms and legs spread. Her clothes were neat, but a little scuffed, and her throat was slit clean open. And she had the all too familiar face of Olivia Benson.

"Liv..." Elliot whispered, not believing it. Refusing it to believe it.

"No freaking way," Fin said, and Munch just gaped. It was Elliot who finally took action, bolting towards Olivia and Melinda, who was kneeling by her body.

"OLIVIA!" He screamed, and when he got to her body, Melinda stood up and blocked him, saying,

"Elliot, gloves! We need the evidence, Elliot; you need to put on gloves!"

Elliot was almost past listening, but he blindly put the pair of latex gloves on that Melinda handed him.

Cragen was alerted by Elliot scream, and heartbreak filled his eyes as he stared at the Chief. "Olivia?" He questioned, and the Chief could only nod, putting his hand on Cragen shoulder and saying,

"I'm so sorry, Don. Detective Benson..."

"Save it for the funeral, Chief." Don said harshly and started the walk to Olivia's body. He quickened his pace until he was running, and he stood there with Fin and Munch while Elliot knelt next to her body, her face in his hands. His whispered pleading could be heard by all three of them, and Melinda, who stood with them.

"Livvie, dear God why you? Why did the bastard have to choose you?" They could all hear the tears in his voice, as he said the words that were running through their emotion-riddled minds.

"Olivia...Liv please...don't be gone...Livvie...LIV!" Elliot said, starting out as a whisper, getting louder until he was shouting.

"Liv!" He shouted, thrashing around. Suddenly he realized he was lying down, and his eyes were shut tightly. He forced himself to open his eyes, and all he saw was a ceiling and darkness. He felt warm, but it was December in New York already. After he sat bolt upright, he realized he was in his bed, and it was all a nightmare, none of that had really happened.

"Dear God..." He muttered, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbed his bottle of water, downing it all in one gulp. He laid back down on the bed, blinking his eyes a few times, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, desperately trying to get the images of his partner lying dead in Central Park. He eventually fell into a restless sleep, with images of a funeral, and just before his alarm woke him up, images of his partner lying dead in a casket. He was glad when his alarm finally woke him up, and he didn't have to go back into his nightmare.

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Elliot walked into work looking like hell from his bad night. Fin and Munch immediately ragged him about it for a half hour, and that's when they realized that Olivia still hadn't come in. "Wonder where she is..." Fin mused, and Cragen walked in, saying,

"She hasn't called me or anything. I'll check my email when we get back from Central Park."

"We? Case?" Elliot questioned, a slight sinking feeling in his stomach, but he ignored it. They all piled into 2 cars, Elliot and Cragen in one, Munch and Fin in the other. They drove to the scene in Central Park, and the Chief of Detectives was pacing the crime scene tape. Elliot slowly started recognizing the scene, but he didn't believe in premonitions, so he pushed those thoughts aside.

"What the hell...?" Cragen muttered, getting out and striding over to the Chief. While they talked, Elliot got out and stood off to the side with Fin and Munch. They eventually decided to make their way to the victim, as it was clearly going to be their case. Elliot looked over and saw the Chief yell to the general scene, and finally realized that his dream was really coming true, in every sense of the word. Without thinking, Elliot ran over to the brunette victim, his mind screaming, "NO! NOT OLIVIA!"

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Well, wasn't that a cliff-hanger? This will probably turn out to be a three chapter fic, and thank you so much for reading! Adios for now!