Olivia jerked back to consciousness at the sound of her phone ringing. She peered at her alarm clock. The red numbers were blurry at first but eventually became clear, 1:14 in the morning. She hadn't been asleep more than an hour. Her phone rang again and Olivia stumbled to grab it off her nightstand. The caller ID read Unavailable.

"Benson," Olivia fumbled into the receiver, still groggy.

"Olivia." a terrified voice called into the phone. "Olivia!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was familiar but Olivia couldn't place it. She had been startled out of a nightmare when her phone rang and she was still in a stupor as she tried to place a name or a face with the pleading voice on the other end of the line.

"Calvin!" she concluded, reality finally hitting her.

"Olivia! Help me! Help me please!" Calvin's voice was shaky and his breathing was labored.

"It's ok Calvin. Try to calm down. Where are you? What's going on?" Olivia's thoughts were racing. She was desperately trying to make sense of what was happening. She hadn't seen or talked to Calvin in five months. She thought about him all the time. Her sleep was constantly interrupted with nightmares of the day he had been ripped out of her arms. She could still hear him laughing in her apartment. She could see him everywhere on the streets. She missed Calvin so much it hurt.

"Hey!" came a deep voice on Calvin's end of the phone.

"No! Please don't! Olivia! Please, help me! Olivia! OLIVI..." Calvin was cut off, the line went dead. Olivia sat on the edge of her bed screaming Calvin's name into the receiver. Tears welled up in her eyes. Terror filled her body. She slammed her phone shut. Her thoughts were racing. What do I do? WHAT DO I DO DAMN IT? Olivia's emotions were overwhelming her and she couldn't think straight. She flipped her phone open and quickly punched in seven numbers she knew by heart.

On the third ring Olivia heard the phone click followed by a mumbled Hello?

"Thank goodness you're up!" Olivia started. "Calvin just called me. He was scared. He needs me but I don't know where he is. I have to find him. I have to help him. He's out there somewhere all alone and he..."

"Liv. Liv! LIV!" Elliot yelled into the phone. She was talking so fast he couldn't make any sense of what she was saying.

"Elliot, he needs me," Olivia said right before bursting into tears.

Elliot knew Olivia was still having a really hard time after losing Calvin. All he could do was be supportive of her.

"Hang on Liv," he said, pulling his pants on. "I'll be right over." He snapped the phone closed, pulled a T-shirt on, grabbed his car keys and raced out. He had never heard Olivia like this before. He didn't know what was going on. He wasn't sure if it was anything to be alarmed about, but Olivia needed him and he wanted to be there for her, even at 1:30 in the morning.


"It's me Liv," Elliot called out as he knocked on her door before letting himself in. He looked around the room. He could hear Olivia in her bedroom, talking on the phone to someone. There were papers thrown all over her desk and the floor. Her bedding was piled up on the couch. Elliot figured she was still sleeping on the couch. Even though Calvin had been gone for months, she was still saving the bed for him.

Elliot made his way back to Olivia's bedroom. He entered as she hung up her phone. He watched as she flipped her phone open again, only so she could slam it harder before swearing at it and throwing it as hard as she could onto her bed.

"What's going on Liv?" Elliot asked.

Olivia turned her attention to Elliot. She could see the compassion in his eyes; she could hear how much he cared in his voice. She felt so blessed to have him as a partner and a friend.

"Liv?" Elliot prodded.

"Calvin called me, he was scared. He was begging me to help him, then I heard a guys voice right before the line went dead."

"When, what time?" Elliot asked, obviously concerned.

"1:15 this morning," Olivia answered before continuing, "I called his grandparents to find out what was going on. He's missing Elliot," hot tears streamed down Olivia's face. Her voice was shaky as she continued, "He was taken on his way home from school last Tuesday. He's been gone for 8 days. Nobody even called me. Why didn't they call me?"

Elliot was trying to stay calm and keep his composure. He knew Olivia needed him to be strong for her.

"He needs me El!" Olivia sobbed.

Elliot wasn't sure what to say. What Olivia was saying didn't seem real. He had assumed Olivia had a nightmare or that Calvin had called from his Grandparents house upset about something. He walked over to Olivia, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him as she cried.

"Shh. Shh," he hummed into her hair. "We'll find him Liv. Everything is going to be ok."

Olivia quickly regained her composure, embarrassed that Elliot had seen her break down. She headed out to the living room and began cleaning up the mess of papers. She had destroyed her desk looking for Calvin's grandparent's phone number.

Elliot interrupted her, "Get dressed," he said in a firm voice.

"What? Where are we going?" Olivia asked.

"Newark," Elliot answered. "Let's go find out what happened to Calvin."

Olivia got dressed, packed a small bag and was ready to go.

"What's that?" Elliot asked, referring to the bag in her hand.

"A change of clothes," Olivia said. "I'm not leaving till I find Calvin."

"Newark is only 30 minutes away Liv," Elliot told her.

"It's over an hour in traffic El. You don't have to stay there but I'm not leaving until Calvin is safe."

"If you're staying, I'm staying," Elliot promised her. "Let's run by my house real quick so I can grab a couple things."