Hostages
Everything was as normal as it could get working on the special victims unit. There weren't many big cases or anything so the detectives could relax a bit. Casey was in her office going over some paperwork, when she heard a gunshot. Well, maybe one of the team's pistols had misfired or something, she thought getting back to work. It wasn't until a man burst into her office that she knew something was really wrong, wait a sec, is that... no it couldn't be... it was Charlie.
"Oh my freaking God, Charlie what are you doing?" Casey shrieks.
"I came for a visit, babes" Charlie replies grinning crazily. He moves up to her and grabs her by the waist at the same time whispering "How much do the detectives down in the squad room care for their "perfect" little ADA, hm?"
"Charlie, they barely know me and they really don't need me," Casey lies through her teeth.
"Oh, really then, why is that Benson chick pointing a gun at me? Let's see her reaction to this," he puts the gun to Casey's temple and Olivia puts down her gun."Just what I thought.They'll do anything to protect you, hm, this could be fun." Charlie chuckles.
"Now are you going to tell me where my daughter is or will I have to kill someone?"Charlie asks.Casey is looking at the floor under her desk, at the small girl there and wondering exactly how all this happened."What daughter?" Casey answers coyly. Slap! "You know, the one you thought was dead until maybe a month ago when my no good wife brought her to you, because she couldn't handle the brat!!"Charlie's voice raises and peaks as he starts punching the hell out of Casey.
"Oh, you mean the one you took from me, last time I saw her she was at daycare,"Casey lies almost whimpering from pain.
" Fine, I'll just search the building for her, starting in here." Charlie says starting to rummage through everything. Suddenly the little girl jumps up and runs to hide behind Casey.
"It'll be OK,sweetie. I promise you won't get hurt.OKay?"Casey whispers.
"Ok, mamma. I'm scared, why is daddy hurting you?" Anna whispers back.
"He's mad because I don't like him anymore,"
"oh"
"Aha, found ya, you little bitch! Cassey get over here now, I won't hurt ya." Charlie yells.
"Her name is Anna, and why don't you just leave her alone and take me instead." Casey yells back.
"Because she deserves to be punished too because she left me, just like you did."
"My name is ANNA, not Cassey, daddy don't you remember?"
"OK, let's make a deal Casey, if I let Cassey stay here but not get hurt, you do what I want, kay?"
"Okay, but if you hurt so much as a hair on her head you will die a horrible painful death, this I swear"
"Anna, sweetie, no matter what you see, remember that I love you.Okay? and you should probably get back under the desk."
"Please Olivia leave, I don't want you to watch this" Casey says sadly. Olivia goes outside, where everyone else is and is mobbed by the team.
"What's going on in there?" Elliot asks softly as he stands beside Olivia.
"Charlie, Casey's ex-fiance has taken her and her fourish looking daughter hostage. He's using the little girl to get Casey to listen to him. He might kill both of them, he might kill Casey and kidnap the girl. I just don't know." Olivia replies sobbing.
" Holy shit. Casey's got a kid," Munch says.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly."
Meanwhile,
Casey has been beaten, raped, shot, cut, whipped, almost strangled, and several more things that no one deserves to have done to them. She's unconscious, as Charlie places her in a black trash bag, she starts to come to. He whacks her over the head and she goes limp. He opens the window and looks out, only a story up it won't kill her, he thinks as he ties the bag and heaves it over his shoulder. He carefully walks to the window and lays the bag on the sill, then gently pushes it out. Anna screams as she sees her Momma go out the window.
Crash! The bag with Casey in it lands on the squad car behind Cragen. "What the hell, was that?" He yells as he starts opening the bag. Blond hair, turning red from blood, beautiful face smashed, the person in the bag looks like a broken rag doll, more than Casey.
