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December 23, 2010

11:28 p.m.

Olivia sighed as she leaned back in her chair and covered her face wih her thin hands.

"Mhmm, I'm so tired! I can't believe we've been working all day and we still aren't any closer to closing this case."

The squad, or atleast what was left of them at this time of night, all seemed to nod in agreement as they continued shuffling through what resembled a mountain of papers. Their victim was a 39 year old woman, an elementary school teacher. She was found murdered in Central Park, tossed out in the open like she was nothing but garbage. She had been tortured. Even after all the horrific cases these dectives had seen, this by far was one of the hardest to investigate. Whoever they were looking for was clearly a pshyco with major anger issues.

Olivia continued to stare at the picture of the deceased teacher. Elliot looked up from his own work and simply stared at Olivia. This case was really messing with her head and he was worried for her. Elliot looked over at the school picture of the teacher before she was butchered. She was quite pretty. Shoulder length brown hair, big brown eyes, athletic build, perfect smile. It must be awful, he thought to himself, to see someone who looked just like you massacred like this. Everyone in the squad made the same connection as soon as they saw their victim, she looked exactly like Olivia. It was almost like the woman was Olivia. Maybe this was what was making the case so difficult.

"Umm, what are you staring at?" Olivia looked slightly annoyed at the now embarressed Elliot. He cleared his throat and quickly tried to stand up, knocking over his coffee in the process.

"Ahh, very smooth my friend." Munch muttered from across the room as Elliot frantically tried to clean up his mess. Olivia and Fin snickered at Munch's joke before remembering they shouldn't be laughing. This case was sucking all the life out of them. As Elliot continued to clean Fin closed his desk drawer and stood up.

"I'm out. There's only so much of a case like this you can take. I need to clear my head." Fin grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

Throwing away the last of his coffee soaked paper towels Elliot decided to make his get away too.

"This lack of sleep is killing me. I've got to get home. Not to mention Kathy keeps calling." Elliot rolled his eyes and smiled at Olivia.

"You need a ride?" Worry flickered in his eyes.

"No, I'm fine. Go on home. I'll leave here shortly." Olivia gave a half-smile before looking back down at her work.

"Munch, will you stay with Liv until she leaves?" Olivia's eyes shot up in anger. How dare Elliot assume she was unable to take care of herself. She was a cop for christ's sake. Munch sat down the coffee pot and looked over at Elliot.

"Sounds difficult, but I suppose I could try." Munch's sarcasm seemed to be laced in every word that came out of his mouth.

"What are you so worried about? I'm completely capable of looking out for myself!"

"Liv, please don't fight me on this. You know why I'm worried. The victim..." Elliot stared down at his shoes waiting for her reaction.

"The victim what?" Olivia replied, her eyes squinting with anger.

"She looks exactly like you, Liv. Aren't you the least bit concerned..." She immediately cut him off.

"So what? You're freaking out over nothing! And even if this did mean ANTHING, which it doesn't, why the hell does it matter to you? I can take care of myself. Go home, Elliot, now."

"I'm still here just in case anyone was wondering." Munch murmured.

Elliot rocked back on his heels before quickly spinning around to walk away. He was worried about her. Why did that piss her off so much?

December 24, 2010

1:56 a.m.

Munch looked desperatley over to Olivia as he attempted to send her thoughts of going home through brain waves. His attempts had failed all night, but he was determined to get home before much longer.

"Liv, whatever's in that pile of papers will be there tomorrow...uhh, later today."

Olivia continued to shuffle through papers ignoring Munch's comment in the process. Suddenly, and to Olivia's amusement, Munch got on his hands and knees and stared down at the floor.

"PLEASE LET ME GO HOME! i'M BEGGING YOU. I'M GOING CRAZY! CRAZIER THAN USUAL!" Olivia looked up from her desk in amazement. Was Munch crying? What a baby. She laughed to herself before standing up and putting all the loose papers covering her desk into a folder.

"Okay, okay. I suppose I can work on this at home. Get up, cry baby." Olivia snickered as Munch got up off the ground. His eyes filled with gratitude. He was finally getting to go home! He was NEVER agreeing to stay by himself with Olivia ever again.

The two dectives gathered their belongings from their lockers and made their way outside. It was snowing, caking the sidewalk in a white coating. Olivia smiled at the view. Snow was really quite beautiful in New York...

"Olivia! Yes, I'm aware the snow is just soooo amazing, but PLEASE!" He grabbed Olivia's coat and began to drag her forward forcing her to walk. She couldn't help but smile. Munch was like a little kid.

As they continued walking toward their cars Olivia heard footsteps behind them. Her eyes shot over to Munch who was obviously too distracted by the thought of going home to notice. Olivia's hand slowly reached down for her gun. Suddenly, Olivia was hit hard from behind, throwing her body to the ground. She heard a struggle, but couldn't move. Why wasn't she moving? Red? Red mixed with snow? Am I bleeding? Her head throbbed violently. The world around her was shifting and she saw Munch's body hit the ground beside her. Her vision was going out. What the hell is going on? Munch? Olivia counted three unknown men, all with masks. Before she knew it she was being lifted off the ground. This cannot be happeneing. The last thing Olivia saw was she and Munch being thrown into the back seat of a car, before being swallowed into black.