A/N: So, just testing my waters. After the Lewis Ordeal. Goes as far in the season to Wonderland Story.

The TV in her apartment filled the empty and dark space with light, and the sound of her favorite TV show, The Blacklist. She was a thrill junkie, which is why she had turned to gambling in the first place. The thrill of the endless possibilities. God, she loved it. Maybe that's why she watched so many crime and drama shows. That anticipation you get. She was addicted to it.

So that's why she sat on her couch, alone. The TV on commercial and a beer bottle on her coffee table. She didn't have to work on this particular Sunday. There were times when she came close to gambling again. But maybe a conversation with Fin, a GA meeting or hell, even an episode of one of the numerous TV shows she watched and she was fine.

The rain outside her window at 5pm was what she caught herself staring at, until her phone buzzed from it place in her back jeans pocket.

Amanda Rollins quickly set her empty beer bottle back on her glass coffee table. Taking her iPhone out her pocket she sat up on her couch. She didn't have to look at the caller ID to know who it was and with a tap on the screen; she pressed the phone to her ear.

"What's up, Liv?" The blonde said as she put her TV on mute.

"Um, I need to talk to you."

Amanda was dumbfounded. Olivia 'Badass' Benson was calling her, her. Of all people to call. But Amanda got a feeling this wasn't social. "Is everything okay?"

"I just—I just need to talk to you. I'm sorry if I interrupted something—"

"No, Liv, it's okay. I wasn't exactly doing anything. Do you want me to come meet you somewhere?" The blonde was now on her feet heading towards her bedroom for her shoes.

"Can you meet me at my apartment?"

"Sure, Liv. Be right there."

Amanda sighed. She hoped that Olivia was alright. Normally, if something was truly wrong with Mrs. Badass Benson, she would talk with Fin or Captain. Even then, it was only a few mere words.

She made her way barefooted around her room. She had a moment of praise when she found her grey Nike running shoes thrown hazardously in her closet.

The junior detective exited her apartment building into the cold dark evening. Her keys in hand. She began walking down the empty street to where she parked her pick-up truck. Her mind floated back to Olivia. It had deeply concerned her as to why the strong brunette would need her help. She reminded herself that she was the only other female at SVU.

She didn't need Liv's address; she remembered it from all had gone to hell with William Lewis.

The blonde was just about to open the driver's side door when she felt a force press her against the door, closing it.

"What the he-"She didn't another letter out as a gloved hand covered her mouth.

"Shh, sweetheart." The voice was raspy and dark. Amanda was a cop; she knew what was happening, what was going to happen and even what could happen. She began trying to fight her perpetrator. But it was no use; he had her wrist pinned behind her.

"We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice." The voice continued.

But she wasn't giving up that easy, she keep trying to fight or even using some leverage from her petite body. No use.

She felt something cold pressed against her skin, and before she knew it, she was out like a light.

Olivia tried calling Amanda for the 4th time. It went straight to voicemail. She couldn't help going into cop mode right away. She gave up calling Amanda and began calling a different number.

"Hey Liv, everything okay?" Fin asked. He answered his phone right away knowing it was Olivia's number.

"Yeah, it's just, have you heard from Amanda?"

"She has the day off. Why?"

"She was supposed to be on her way to my apartment. An hour ago, I called her like 5 times, it went straight to voicemail."

"Liv, you don't think…"

"I don't know something just seems off."

"I'll swing by her place okay, calm down."

"I'm calm."

And with that, the brunette hung up the phone and set it on her kitchen counter. The last thing the department needed was another detective missing. That was the last thing they needed. The last thing.

Should I continue?