Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. It belongs strictly to Dick Wolf. No copyright intended.
Flashback:
Olivia sighed in satisfaction. She had finally finished her paperwork after a long case. She filed her report away and grabbed her jacket.
"You're leaving?" Her partner Elliot asked.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
"Do you need a ride?" he asked. "I'm not done yet, but I can finish tomorrow. I heard about your car."
"No, it's fine," Olivia answered. "I'll walk."
"Okay," said Elliot, tensing a bit. "But my phone is always on if you need me."
Olivia rolled her eyes and strode out the door, ignoring the eyes of her male teammates as she left.
She was almost home. Only two more blocks. Her stomach had tensed up suddenly, and her palms were violently sweating. Her throat felt dry and tight. Maybe she should call Elliot, he had said his phone would be on. Never mind. She was almost home anyway. She walks cautiously past the alleyway. A hand reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, the other covering her mouth. She felt a gun pressed to her temple.
"You're coming with us, Princess," a deep, gruff voice whispered in her ear. Then something hard came across the back of her head and everything went black.
A/N: Ciffhanger! I'm mean, aren't I? Do you like it? Is it good? Bad? Please review and favorite!