Story Summary: An old adversary has made his way back into Olivia and Elliot's lives. The rules of engagement have been erased. Richard White had fun stalking Olivia early in her career at SVU, and after years of watching her relationship with Elliot grow past the platonic, he knew that two would be more fun than one.

1-6 Bullpen

Olivia Benson walked into the squad room as if in a trance. Her brown eyes empty of emotion, her hair working on three days of neglect.

"Anything?" Broke the eerie silence of a normally boisterous 1-6. Cragen looked at her with the sad puppy dog eyes he reserved for deaths and grave injuries.

"Liv, we, uh, no. Nothing. Its cold. Munch and Fin have been canvassing along with more than our fair share of unis. I've leaked bits to the press to get word out. Elliot's been missing for…"

Cragen's update was punctuated by the sound of Olivia's body dropping into her chair, her face stoically gazing forward into nothingness. Silence. The slow, steady whirring of the ceiling fan affording the only evidence that time was indeed still passing.

"Elliot. I let my guard down. It was my fault. Mine. He's out there. Somewhere…" Liv's voice began trembling and hitching. Her words ceased, replaced by her trademark nose crinkling and a forced, defeated sigh. Cragen looked at his detective and started to give her what he knew were powerless words of encouragement. Liv's body was taking a massive hit from her emotional state. She had consumed nothing but caffeinated beverages for the past 72 odd hours, and only because they served to keep her moving. Sleep had become a foreign concept; her dark eyes and pallid face were becoming a growing physical representation of a gauge.

Tears of hurt and frustration pushed their way out over the rim of her eyes and began to blur the inked pages beneath her.

"Shit…shit…" Liv slammed her fists on the desk, showing the first signs of emotion in days. Se wiped her face with her sleeve and silently moved past the captain and towards the coffee pot. She watched the slow, monotonous drips of the brewing coffee, turning into an hourglass in her mind. Every drip representing another minute Elliot was in the custody of Richard White. Running her fingers through her matted hair morphed into scratching and pulling- taking her frustration to a new physical level. Seeing the ticking self-destructive bomb, Cragen gently pulled her arms down and walked her into his office. He sat her down in the chair, still shocked by the passivity of the usually independent, strong willed detective, and sat on the corner of his desk.

"It should have been me, Captain," Liv stated in an eerily low and quiet tone, "he grabbed him out of MY bed. I know he originally thought of taking me. Instead he was given a better avenue to torture me."

"Liv, you know you can't focus on this. It is not your fault. Beating yourself up over this is not going to help find Elliot." The minute he finished his last sentence Don knew he had made a mistake. Olivia leapt out of the chair verbally lashing at her supervisor.

"What, you think I'm not doing enough?! I KNOW I'm not, but I also don't know what else to do." Tears now free flowing down her reddened cheeks, flushed with anger.

"Olivia, I'm just trying to tell you we are all doing the best we can. I wish there was more to say."

They were interrupted by Fin sprinting through the precinct and bursting into the office, " I got it! New Jersey staties saw a van matching White's description driving to a pier in…"

Liv grabbed Fin's arm and charged out the door shouting back, "Call the Jersey police and tell them we are on our way!" She grabbed the keys out of his hand, practically growling when he tried to reclaim them.

Unknown Location

"Liv?" Elliot moaned as she struggled to regain consciousness. Slowly his senses began to kick in. The feel of a rough fabric over his eyes and the minor throbbing of a tight knot at the back of his head brought Elliot Stabler to the realization that the makeshift blindfold was not a Benson creation. He panicked once he attempted to stretch his body. Reaching with his arms and legs brought instantaneous electric waves of pain. Elliot's hands and feet were bound together by thin piano wire and connected to each other, leaving him in an awkward sitting position with his knees to his chest.

The Docks

The police standard Impala raced through the docks by the riverbed. Olivia drove furiously, off-roading through the urban jungle of scrap metal and broken shipping crates. Fin shifted in the passenger seat, not knowing if or what to say. He glanced at his interim partner, taking note of her ghostly white knuckles and quivering chin. The pregnant silence thankfully ended as Olivia cut over to an alleyway between two warehouses.

" Liv, there!" Fin pointed to the white van parked in the corner of the alley, not quite hidden behind the rusted navy dumpster. The car screeched to a halt, Olivia escaping the confines of the car as she threw it into park. Ripping her gun from its holster she charges the van, Fin not far behind and yet completely forgotten. Liv versus the van. She had stripped all forms of protocol from her brain, only working from the motive of finding Elliot—alive. Death was not an option or thought she was entertaining.

"El!" Olivia yelled as she violently tugged on the handle to the back of van. Fin was soon behind her lending his help to the locked door. She quickly moved over to the driver's side door, hands holding her weapon in a vice grip. Shaking with adrenaline she peered into the front of the van, making sure there were no occupants. Finding no one, she tugged at the door in vain. Frustrated, she shot at the uncooperative door and ripped it open.

"Liv?! You ok?" Fin asked, knowing the answer from the sound of the busted door hitting against the side of the van. She jumped into the van, clawing at the draped fabric that kept her from the back of the van. Ripping it down, wide-eyed and panting, she let loose a chilling, guttural scream.