Lost But Not Forever
It was a dark and windy night. Olivia was walking home. Her apartment was just a few blocks from the precinct and her car was in the shop. Elliot had offered her a ride home, but she had declined because she wanted some fresh air.
She was one block from her building when she started to feel like someone was watching her. Suddenly, she felt a hand go over her mouth and a gun pressed to her temple. She stood completely still, scared to death that he would shoot her. He pulled her into an alley and pulled out a rag. She knew that smell; it was the distinct and pungent smell of chloroform. She tried to get a look at her attackers face before her world went black, but it was to dark. She slowly slipped away into a dark world.
Olivia awoke later with a start. She couldn't remember at first as to what happened, but then she started to put together the scattered memories of the night. She tried to get up, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized that her hands were tied painfully to something. It was at that point that she realized she was on an old dirty bed. There was a thin sheet separating her from the stained mattress. Her hands were obviously tied to the bedposts and she was wearing the same clothes that she had been wearing when she was abducted.
She was in what looked like a basement. It was musty, and the only light was from a light bulb hanging from a wire. There was a small room to the side of her. The door was open and she could clearly see that it was a poorly maintained bathroom. She was pulling at the ropes that were bounding her hands when she heard footsteps. They were loud and she could hear them getting closer. The door to her prison creaked open, and in walked her abductor. She had assumed that it was someone she had put away, but she didn't recognize him. He was tall with brown hair. He looked like he was in his mid-to-late forties. He was clean shaven and his clothes were clean and neat. If the circumstances were different, she would day that he was handsome. However, at this time, all she saw was the man who kidnapped her and tied her to this bed.
Elliot has just arrived at his new home, which happened to be an apartment in Manhattan. It was his new home since his split with Kathy. He was happy despite of the divorce. He was able to see his children every other weekend and on holidays. It wasn't practical, but it was enough for him. He walked in and immediately grabbed his phone. He dialed a number that was embedded in his mind for life. His partner Olivia's number. She was supposed to call him when she got home so that he knew she got there okay.
The phone rang three times before he started getting antsy. Olivia always answered on the second ring. He was probably a little to protective of her, but he didn't care. He ran out of his apartment and climbed into his car. He sped off in the direction of his partner's building. If he could only admit it to himself he would say that he was heading in the direction of the love of his life's building.
He was about a block from his destination when a young woman walked out of an alley with something in her hand. It was shiny and gold, in a black case. He had a strange feeling that he should stop and see what it was. He pulled up along the girl and she started to walk away when he showed her his badge. She had a look of relief when she walked up to him.
"Thank goodness you're a cop. I didn't want to have to take this to the police station," the girl said before handing him the item and walking away.
Elliot looked froze when he realized what she had just handed him. He felt like his heart had stopped and the world was stuck in this moment. He was holding in his hand, Olivia's badge. He jumped out of his car and charged towards the alley.