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Her heart raced as she was rushed from her apartment, told to pack up what she could in the next ten minutes, and to take whatever she absolutely needed. She had reached for the picture of her and Calvin, only to be stopped by a Marshall.

"We can't allow you to take that, due to the circumstances of possible exposure of you're true identity."

They had told her she was in danger, after being an important witness in the middle of one of SVU's cases connecting to a gang that ran a trafficking ring. It was highly recommended she stay in hiding before trial, until they got the men they needed, but had to go in secret, not having any of her squad know about it.

"At least let me take the only picture I have of me and my mother"

The Marshall looks at her seriously, only slightly nodding, while gesturing her to hurry.

"I don't understand why you have to make me do this in the middle-"

"Detective-please."

She grabs her long navy coat and walks out with the two tall men, only to leave the apartment alone, realizing she may not return for a long time.

A half hour later, they're at JFK, and one man drives the SUV off, while the other steps out of the SUV with Olivia, taking her small carry on out of the back.

He takes Olivia off to the side, close enough to feel the heat radiating off each other. The Marshall pulls out a leather wallet, placing it in her hand.

"This is your new identity, and you are only to go by this identity. Expenses are taken care of, as well as housing, medical needs, and transport needs. After we land in Georgia, we'll stay in a hotel for the rest of the night, then in the morning, I'll show you where you'll be staying, and then I'm off. Got it?"

"Got it." She says quickly

"Gate thirty-four, United airlines to Savannah, Georgia."

The flight is an hour and half, Olivia staring out the window, while the Marshall sips on a Canada Dry, allowing himself to relax a bit. Olivia thinks about what Cragen, Munch, Amaro, Rollins, Fin and Warner will be told about her sudden disappearance. The flight eventually lands and Olivia is half asleep, tired from being interrupted in the middle of the night.

The ride to the hotel is quiet, passing by the lights of Savannah, passing by the airport and into a close nearby hotel. Their rooms are adjoined by a door, but he gives her the privacy to sleep and shower, until he wakes her up at ten in the morning, by knocking on her door.

"Time to get up and going, I'm on a time budget here."

She turns in her bed, groaning from having to get up.

"Alright, I've had your car in the parking lot, I want you to drive to the address and to get to know the area."

"Alright.." She says, agreeing to his statement

She walks through the parking lot with the Marshall, where he guides her to a silver compact BMW.

"Alright, here's your ride."

"A bit fancy?"

He chuckles a bit while he unlocks the car

"It's a bit different from that mustang of yours , but thought this would do you good."

"Alright then, I think it will." Olivia says smirking a bit

"Okay, turn right here and pull up in front here."

It had taken a good twenty minutes from the airport hotel to the house they pulled up to.

"Alright, this is where I leave you off. Here's the keys, now go inside and in the kitchen drawer next to the sink are necessary papers and your resume. If at any point you need to contact me, my number is in your new cell phone located inside, labeled under "Mark"

Olivia nods, exiting her car, taking the luggage out of the back and walking up to a tan colored Victorian home, with a porch leading to a front door colored red and white trimmed windows. A bench sits on the porch, while old lamps hang from the ceiling. She unlocks the door and slips inside, facing a stair case straight in the door way, and on her right, the living room, which she enters, taking note of the dark orange color, adding warmth to the environment. Surprisingly the room is furnished with tan sofas and a black lounge next to a glass table with fresh flowers placed in it. In the opposite of the room stands a chimney and a flat screen tv on a stand next to it. Several paintings accommodate the walls. The door through the living room reveals a kitchen with brand new appliances and then a breakfast nook exposed by sunlight coming through the windows. A bathroom is off to the side of the breakfast nook.

Up the stairs, she discovers the master bathroom, painted pastel blue, with a large tub and shower, along with a counter with two sinks and two mirrors. Soon, she discovers the master bedroom connected to the bathroom, barely painted a noticeable green, decorated with a chimney and windows, along with furniture and a large closet. The other two bedrooms towards the end of the house, one painted yellow, the other two toned with tan and a deep red, decorated with guest beds. One more bathroom is located near the top of the stairway.

She never had the chance to have an entire house to herself, not since her mother had been drunk and left her alone to fend for herself. Now, this house was hers, and she doesn't know for how long. Olivia makes her way to the master bedroom, opening the door to the closest, only to find it fully filled with several types of clothes. She sorts through them, realizing they're her size, but they're not the blazers or work pants she's used to. They're jeans, sweats, blouses, t shirts, comfortable clothing she never got to relax in. In her section of fancy clothing, dresses she'd never wear, but the shoes are probably one of the advantages.

Her luggage is unpacked, with the few things she brought with her. She places one of the few pictures of herself and her mother next to her bed. The other, placed on the chimney ledge and one in the kitchen. It's about noon in the afternoon, and she gets hungry, only opening the cabinets to find out its empty, as well as the fridge. Great, they gave her clothes, a house, a damn sixty thousand dollar car but couldn't give her food?

Before she leaves, she takes her new cell phone with her, as well as reading her new resume. A job is already placed for as a high paying secretary in a law firm. She starts in a week. After she reads everything, she goes out to her car, figuring out the gps system, and eventually getting her way to a grocery store near by. Clark's deli and market, that's what it was called. She'd bought a few deli sandwiches for the next day or two, and bought a fairly large amount of groceries to accommodate her for a while.

Arriving back at the house with a few wrong turns, she pulled up to the curb in front of her house, glad the parking spot was still there. A few neighbors were out watching their kids circle the block. She placed the grocery bags on the porch stairs before she opened the door. A few bags in, and a few more to go, she's stopped by a tall man, around her age.

"Hey there, care for some help?"

In New York, she would immediately say no, but she'd heard the southerners down here offered generosity, and the southern hospitality wasn't something to say no to.

"Sure." Olivia says softly, watching him grab the the three bags left

"Just follow me, and you can place them on the counter."

"Alright."

He follows behind her, keeping the door open, which comforts her, allowing her not to feel trapped with a man she just met.

He places the bags on the counter, and she takes a quick look at him. He stands about six foot one with wearing a white cowboy hat, exposing some light brown hair, slight scruff, with green eyes, while he sports a gray Atlanta falcons football shirt and jeans with black cowboy boots. He reminded her of a older version of Liam Hemsworth.

"Scott Leary, I live next door." Scott smiles putting his hand out, making Olivia smile lightly as she takes his hand

"I'm-" for a second, she remembers reading her information on the papers provided, remembering she had kept her first name, but a different last name.

"Olivia Addison."

"Nice to meet you Olivia. I heard you just moved in."

"Yeah."

"I really appreciate the help." Olivia says softly as Scott makes his way out the door

Before she closes the door, he turns and dips his hat at her

"Hope you find it well here, cya miss"

Olivia smiles.

"Thank you."

Olivia closes the door behind her and walks into her kitchen, reaching for the deli sandwich and ice tea. She makes her way upstairs, walking through the glass slide door and onto the back porch. She sits down on the lounge chair, and finds her self looking over the city of Savannah, Georgia.

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