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"I don't know if you know this about me but, I don't give up that easily." Olivia Benson stared straight ahead at the unknown man who had yet to take of his ski mask. The smell of gasoline engulfed her and her eyes were beginning to burn. After she had waken up here she knew it was going to be a hell of a fight.

The man pretended to laugh. "I know all about you, Olivia." He began to walk closer to her after sitting down the knife that was in his hand. "Your favorite color, favorite food. I even know your favorite pair of panties. The ones you always wear when you're with your precious Brian."

The mention of his name made her tear up. All she could think about was never getting the chance to see him again. She kept thinking about how he would never get to meet their child...

"Don't worry," the man said checking Olivia's wrists and making sure she was still tightly secured, "I won't hurt your baby... too bad."

"You won't touch my baby!" Olivia screamed.

"We'll see."

Olivia hadn't realized she was crying until now. She looked across the room and saw a broken mirror leaning against the basement wall. Her hair was matted against the sweat her forehead produced and her make up had long ago been ruined. She looked at her swollen abdomen and she knew this was it. If Fin and Rollins hadn't found her by now then chances are she wouldn't make it out alive.

"Okay Anna," Olivia began to whisper as she looked into the mirror and nowhere else, "Mommy needs you to listen now. I love you so, so much. More than you can ever now. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe," she hiccuped as her sobs now ripped through out her body. "I'm sorry..."

"Are you done?" the man asked causing her to snap her attention toward him. He had a bottle of gasoline in his hand and Olivia watched him carefully. This was her worst fear; burning alive.

"Take off your mask," she said buying some time and attempting to stop her tears. "It looks like you aren't letting me out of here alive so, what's the point of the mask now?"

The man stopped for a minute as he seemed to contemplate what she had said. "You're right." He reached his hand up to his face and slowly pulled the mask off. Olivia was shocked. "How could you do this?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper. In that moment she felt like the whole world had betrayed her. "Your own sister..."

Simon shrugged, "My kids were taken away from me. You have pulled strings before Olivia and this time, it wasn't worth it? Your own niece."

"Simon..." She wondered why she didn't figure it out before. It wasn't like he had tried to disguise his voice. She was too worried about Anna who was due in less than a month now.

"Sorry it had to be this way." He picked up the can of gasoline again after putting his mask back on. He began pouring it around the concrete floor around all the openings of the room.

"Simon, please!" She was begging now. She shook her body using all her strength trying anything to get loose of the chains that were keeping her held. Simon was to the stairs of the exit now and he turned around to get one last look.

"I'm sorry."

She saw the look in his eyes and she was so confused. He was crying. If he was crying then why was he doing this? Why now? She saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a box of matches. The lump grew bigger in her throat and she felt a kick in her stomach. "I'm so sorry, Anna."

"I'm sorry, Liv," Simon said before striking the match against the box and igniting the flame.

She watched as the flames roared and grew stronger around her. They kept getting closer. She kept talking to Anna telling her that she loved her and that she was sorry. She cried until she passed out.

The faint sounds of beeping made their way into Olivia's conscious and she opened her eyes, realizing she was in the hospital. She looked around and saw that Brian was asleep in a chair next to her bed. She looked down and saw that he was holding her hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze and he began to wake up.

"Liv," he cried, rushing out of his chair and wrapping his arms around her. "Thank God you're okay."

Olivia recalled the events that had last happened and she wondered how she had gotten out alive. "How?" she asked him.

"We got there just in time," he said kissing her cheek, "You have some minor burns and there was some smoke inhalation but, you're going to be okay."

She let out a sigh of relief and then asked, "Anna?"

The look on Brian's face immediately answered her question. She could see the sadness in his eyes. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around her even tighter. "She didn't make it," he whispered near a sob. "The stress you were in caused the early labor... her lungs weren't fully ready yet and... the doctors tried everything."

Olivia felt numb. They hadn't tried to have a baby but getting pregnant was a blessing and Olivia and Brian both loved Anna more than anything else in the world. Now Anna was gone... just like that.

Brian pulled away from her far enough to look at her face. He reached up and wiped her tears with this thumbs. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"She's dead?" Olivia asked, not able to understand.

Brian nodded sadly. "I'm sorry... she didn't make it."

Olivia sniffed and the next bout of tears rolled down her cheeks. How could she have let this happen? Why couldn't she save her baby? How was it fair that she got out alive and baby Anna didn't?

"I love you so much," Brian whispered into her ear as he held her tight and rubbed her back soothingly. He cuddled up next to her and held her tightly until eventually her tears subsided and she went to sleep.

Up next: Does losing Anna put a strain on Brian and Olivia's relationship? Can they get through the pain together?