He didn't think it was possible for one's world to be shattered in mere seconds. He didn't think one person's actions could effect not only the life of the victim but all the lives around her.

And yet, there he was, running up the steps of the court house in search of his A.D.A., ready to beg for a warrant.

It wasn't until the judge signed the paper and he was able to make the call, ordering his detectives to tear into the domain, that Donald Cragen's heart began to slow from the rapid rate it had been ever since the name of their tormentor had been revealed.

He remembered Richard White from nearly twelve years ago. It was one of those cases that hung around, reminding them of the depravity in the world every time a new case was opened.

Cragen sighed as he headed back to the station house, waiting, hoping, that they weren't too late.

Location - Elliot's Apartment

"You doing okay?" Asked Elliot as Olivia sat down on the couch.

Olivia brought her knees up to her chest, wincing at the pain the movement caused her injured body. "What if we don't find him? What if he is already gone?"

Elliot sat down next to her and placed a gentle hand on her knee; guiding her to a more comfortable position by resting her legs on his lap. "He doesn't know we are on to him, Olivia. Harris hasn't been able to contact anyone. White has no reason to believe we know anything. He hasn't had a warning and, even if he had, he wouldn't have time to act. We'll get him."

Olivia let his words settle in her. She knew he was trying to be reassuring. She knew he was just as afraid as she was. She also knew that White was smart. He orchestrated this whole thing; from helping Harris escape, to the dumping of the bodies, to Harris getting to her first. Every detail had been planned out so intricately that no one had seen that it was him. He had the perfect cover, Harris.

He knew that no one would suspect him with Harris on the loose he could live vicariously through Harris until it was his time to strike. She could only hope that he wouldn't get that chance.

Location - Halfway 242

He knew they were coming. He knew, before Harris had even had a chance to call and warn him, he knew. The dishes were in the sink. The bed was unmade. It was as if Hhe had gotten out of bed, made breakfast and suddenly realized that the cops would be there by lunch.

He was gone. Once again, Richard White had alluded their grasp. No one knew where he was going. He certainly would not return back to his job at the hospital. He was just gone.

Munch called the CSU techs down the hall and into the room where White had been staying, sharing, with Harris. For a moment, he wondered how no one is the Half Way House had noticed an extra man in a room for one but then he remembered this place housed the worst of society. So even if someone did notice, no one would do anything. Hell, Olivia had probably put more than one of them in prison anyway. Why would they want to help her?

"Call Elliot." Said Munch as he approached Fin. "We found some of Olivia's stuff. I doubt she wants it back but I think she should know."

Fin flipped open his phone and scrolled down his contacts for Elliot's number, finding Benson before Stabler. He briefly considered just calling Olivia but soon remembered that she was hurt and needed her rest. Elliot could tell her later.

"Where do you think he's going?" Asked Fin.

Munch just shrugged. He didn't know. How could he? No one even knew White had been released. It was only after he read his release papers that he found that White had never been charged with murder and, having served most of his term for rape, was release back into society where he found a job as a janitor at Mercy Hospital.

His plan was perfect. Sometime in the time he had been a guest of the state in Attica he had met Harris and realized they shared a common hatred for the woman who put them there. A woman, who White had been "fixed on" for quite some time.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he was released; prisons were too crowded, he was a model prisoner, and his time was almost up anyway. So he knew; he had it all planned. He would go free, get a job, start over as a member of the public, and, when the time was right, he would help Harris escape and together they would bring down the person they held responsible for their demise.

Finally pushing the talk button, Fin brought his phone up to his ear, counting the rings until Elliot picked up. He hated that he had to deliver more bad news. He hated that it wasn't over.

And then he flashed back to interrogating Harris in the hospital; the smug look on his face as he ground out the words that everyone was now thinking.

It wasn't over.

I am really busy with "Trust" but I don't want to let this fall aside. I will update quickly if enough people ask for it. This is just the prologue; answering some questions. The plot will move forward shortly.

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