Okay, here's the deal, pickles. This is my 96th story, and someone asked me in what forum my 100th would be. So here's what I'm going to do... I'm going to let ya'll decide! That's right, ya'll are going to vote if my 100th story should be in SVU or CI, and the one with the most votes will be it! So enjoy the story, and remember to review at the end!

Disclaimer: They're still not mine. Are they Jess? (Jess shakes head) Nope, still not mine.

This chapter is for Jess, Rach, Kelly, Kinseyjo, and Essy for all their help, listening to my insane rambling, and left shoe stealing!

Elliot smiled as Olivia slept peacefully, cradled in his strong arms. Her back was to his front, and he brought his hands to settle on her taut stomach. She had told him earlier that day, but he still couldn't believe that there was life, a life created of their love, growing inside of her.

As soon as he knew that she was pregnant, his protective partner mode kicked in. He wanted to her stay away from the stresses and horrors of their job, but he knew that she would be too stubborn to leave the job during her pregnancy.

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her sleeping form closer to him. Closing his eyes, he buried his face in her neck and kissed her softly. "I love you, Liv," he whispered, rubbing her stomach tenderly before he faded off to sleep.

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"Hey Elliot, where's your better half?" Munch called, and Elliot shrugged his shoulders and looked sadly at the empty desk across from his.

"I made her stay home today. She's been having morning sickness really bad, so she's at home in bed," Elliot explained, and Munch nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, tell her we hope she feels better. Poor thing hates being stuck at home," stated Munch, and Elliot nodded in agreement.

"Who's catching?" Cragen called from the door of his office, and Munch answered, "Me and Fin." Cragen nodded and said, "Okay, you guys need to go down to the crime lab. Morales has something for us."

Elliot watched them go, and he made a mental note to call Olivia as soon as he had a break.

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Olivia wiped her mouth with the cool washcloth and rose unsteadily to her feet, stumbling back to her bed. She sank down into the warm and comfortable blankets, and she closed her eyes and groaned.

I wish Elliot was here, she thought as she rolled over and tried to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. It didn't take long for sleep to reclaim her, and she slid into the darkness, unaware of the broken glass on the floor of her living room, and the footsteps that slapped against the linoleum of the kitchen floor.

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Break time rolled around, and Elliot quickly stepped into the cribs and dialed his house phone, waiting eagerly for his partner to answer. But after seven rings, the answering machine picked up, and his stomach sank.

"Maybe she's just sleeping," he thought out loud as he dialed the number again. The phone rang several time, and still nobody answered. With a worried sigh, he hung the phone up and walked back into the bullpen. "Cap, Liv's not answering the phone. I'm gonna go check on her," Elliot shouted, and Cragen shouted his permission. Then Elliot was gone.

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The apartment was silent as Elliot stepped inside, and bile rose in his throat as broken glass crunched beneath his foot. Breaking into a run, he shouted her name as he ran through the apartment. "Olivia!"

He skidded into the bedroom, and his heart nearly stopped as he saw the messy bed and the blood spatter on the wall.

"Olivia!" he screamed again, but no one answered, and he ran back into the living room, snatching the phone and dialing 911 as he tried to steady his racing heart. He shouted their address into the phone, and the rest was a blur as officers arrived in the apartment and immediately began asking Elliot questions.

He choked out answers, and when Munch, Fin and Cragen arrived demanding to know where Olivia was, he lost it. Choking on a sob, Elliot ran out of the apartment and into the pouring rain, tearing down the sidewalk as he sobbed her name.

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It was pitch black when Olivia opened her eyes, and she swallowed in an attempt to rid her mouth of the coppery taste that filled it.

Chloroform, she thought as her foggy mind cleared, and she stifled a scream as she realized that she was in the trunk of a moving car. She jerked her hands, but quickly realized that they were bound tightly with rope, as were her ankles.

Suddenly the car jerked to a halt, and Olivia groaned as her head collided with the lid of the trunk. As she fell back down, she could feel blood trickle down her temple, and a tear escaped her eye.

The trunk was flung open, and she cried out as duct tape was placed over her mouth, and a rag was tied around her head and covered her eyes. She could feel someone lift her up out of the trunk, and hot breath came in contact with her skin. She shivered and prayed as the person carrying her began to move.

Elliot, please find me, she thought, attempting to fight as a rag soaked with chloroform was shoved against her nose. Please… help…

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Elliot felt like his world was falling around him as the tech told them that the blood definitely belonged to Olivia, and he had to grab a desk to keep from toppling to the floor.

Munch stepped forward and grabbed the younger man's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "She'll be fine, Elliot," he said firmly. "She's a fighter. She won't let anything happen to your baby. I know she won't."

A tear escaped Elliot's eye as he pictured Olivia fighting off her attackers to protect their unborn child. He just hoped that she wouldn't be hurt for it.

God, please let me find her in time, he prayed silently as he gripped a framed picture of them. Please.

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Olivia felt the person toss her onto what felt like a bed, and she tried to cry out for help, but no sounds escaped. She sensed the person walk out, and the slamming of a door confirmed it.

She groaned and tried to relax, but was unable to. All she could think of was Elliot and their unborn child inside of her stomach. She just prayed that they would make it out of this alive.

TBC...

A/N: MWAHAHAHA!! I know, I'm so evil... Review, please if you want Liv to live! (evil cackling)