A/N I'm not sure where this is gonna go, but I thought I'd post this chapter anyway.

Olivia is kidnapped and forced to watch the torture of a 16 year old girl. The ordeal is so horrific she can't speak. Will she ever be the same again and can she ever work with Special Victims now she is one herself?

If anyone has any ideas to develop on the story behind the kidnapping, let me know- I will credit you for you're ideas!

It's the sort of one that starts where it ends if you know what I mean.

Dislaimer: Law and Order SVU does not belong to me. All characters belong to Dick Wolf and the story is entirely fictional, not based on any real event.

The beginning is purely conversation, I thought this might add to the effect of not knowing what has happened yet. Let me know what you thought.

Can you hear me now?

Mercy General Hospital

1st November 2007

6.00am

"Hey Captain" Munch said as he felt the familiar presence of his boss behind him. Cragen paused when he reaches Munch's side.

"How is she?" He asked staring blankly through the window into the dimly lit hospital room.

"I don't know who that women is in there but it's not Olivia Benson anymore" Munch sighed. He almost felt angry that the Olivia Benson he knew, the fighter Olivia, wasn't fighting now.

"Has she said anything?" Cragen said not once looking at Munch. Munch shook his head silently.

"Not a word, it's almost as if she's so distressed she doesn't know how to speak" Munch replied quietly.

"Have you spoken to Huang?" Cragen asked, wishing he'd been there earlier to handle the responsibilty and not just have left it to Munch, seeing as Elliot was far too distressed to put two words together.

"He tried to talk to her, even he couldn't get through to her. He said that she has severe PTSD. He also said in some cases the victims don't talk for years after their experience" Munch explained. He saw that Cragen had yet to look him in the eye and wondered how much of what he was saying was being taken in by his Captain.

"We have no idea what went on in that room, she can't tell us" Munch finished.

"What about Sarah?" Cragen asked, turning to Munch for the first time since he had arrived.

"She died earlier this morning" Munch looked away, he couldn't bear to be the barer of any more bad news

"Jesus Christ, has anyone told Liv?" Cragen gasped, at the extent of the situation, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach knowing that no one could help the young women he saw as his daughter.

"No, we're not even sure she can hear us she hasn't moved an inch she she was brought in" Munch said pacing over to a near by water cooler opposite where they were standing.

"The doctors said there wasn't a scratch on her" Cragen asked. Munch's nod assured him.

"I know, the only injuries she has are the bruises on her hands and feet where she was tied to the chair. Her damage is psychological, not physical and I think that's worse. Physical wounds can heal. Psychological scars burn deep, they can never fade" Munch's voice seemed to get quieter and quieter with every word.

"Why did O'Reiley do this? Why just take her there to watch?" Cragen asked venomously to no one in particular.

"He knew aswell as us how damaging it would be, this wasn't about Sarah at all, it was all revenge for Olivia" Munch suggested even though the thought itself sounded horrible.

"Have you seen the Sarah's M.E Report? I haven't had a chance to look at it yet" Cragen asked. Munch was hoping he wouldn't ask, but he couldn't lie.

"4 molars were extracted, with the roots still intact. 7 puncture needle marks in her gums, she was injected with the same subtance used in the beginning stage of the lethal injection. 3 of her fingers were severed off and her eyes had been burned with neat hydrochloric acid, need I go on?" Munch asked, a feeling of nusea rolling around his stomach.

"No, thanks. And to think that Olivia was present the whole time. Bound to a chair not being able to help her" Cragen winced at the scene where Munch, Fin, Elliot and himself had found her. He couldn't shake the image of Elliot screaming at the top of his lungs and grasping Olivia's bloodied shirt as she stared right through him as if no one was even there.

"Where's Elliot?" Cragen diverged back into reality.

"After I convinced him to leave her bedside and stretch his legs? He's gone to visit Sarah's family" Munch said looking around for signs of Elliot's return.

"I saw the flowers they sent Olivia, did you?" Cragen said pointing to a vase of beautiful orchids which had been placed at her bedside.

"Yes, they were beautiful" Munch replied

"This is so messed up, I've never seen Elliot look so broken" Cragen said almost in a whisper now.

"You know, I think if there really was a God up there he would have let Olivia die rather than let her live with what's happened" Munch's tone stiffened. He had never really believed in God and it was at times like this proved to him believing in God was useless.

"I'd love to disagree with you, Munch, but I think you're right" Cragen said before a thought suddenly struck him.

"Has anyone contacted her brother?" he said,

"We tried but there was no answer, we'll try again in the morning"

Munch and Cragen stared through the glass window into the room where the emtpy shell of their friend lay, still. Her skin was grey and the rings under her eyes tainted her with a hint of death. Every few minutes she would blink and let fresh tears fall over the dry ones previously fallen. She stared blankly across the room at Munch and Crageb and looked right through them as if there was no one there. To her all she could see were the events of the last forty-eight hours.

The rushing sound of another being could be heard racing towards the two men waiting anxiously outside Olivia Benson's room.

"Has she said anything? Anything at all?" Elliot Stabler said frantically catching his breath. Munch and Cragen shook their heads together.

"Not a word, I don't think she can, she's far to traumatised"

"Why aren't you in there with her?" Elliot said.

"It's not as easy as you think sitting at the bedside of someone you've known for like forever who is now nothing like you remember them" Munch said sadly.

"Cowards" said Elliot rudely,

"She'll be alright, you'll see, I'll help her through this, I'll be their for her all the way" He said again before gently pushing the door into her room open and stepping inside, leaving Munch and Cragen alone in the corridor. Fin came around the corner, much slower than Elliot had.

"Hey guys, seen Elliot? He took off after we finished talking to Hannah's family" Fin asked approching them with his arms folded. Like the rest of them, he looked as if he hadn't slept for days.

"Yeah, he's just gone back in with Olivia, how was Sarah's family?" Cragen said.

"They're devestated as you'd imagine. They're glad that Olivia is ok"

"She not, she's far from ok…they were found 36 hours ago and she has not said a word, not even muttered a sound"

"I heard about some people going completely mute after things like this" Fin noted

"I know, that's what George thinks is wrong, but it's impossible to predict when she'll snap out of it" Cragen sighed.

"She might never" Munch added, Fin frowned.

"You guys can't think like that, she'll recover. That's Olivia Benson in there. She's a fighter" Fin said, hoping to raise the spirits but his attempts were futile.

"I'm afriad to think that our fighter Olivia Benson has lost any battle she was attempting to fight…have you heard from Casey?"

"Yeah, good news on that front, O'Reiley's been given immediate sentencing"

"And?"

"Death penalty"

"Good ridence"

"I'd rather he rotted in jail"

"At least Olivia will be ok knowing he's dead"

"Olivia is not ok and we all know that except Elliot thinks she's just gonna get up and walk away from all of this"

"If anyone will be able to help her, Elliot can, and I'm certain he will"

Elliot could feel the eyes of Cragen, Munch and Fin burning into him as they watched from the other side of the glass panel. He turned his back to them and took Olivia's icey grey hand.

"Olivia? It's Elliot can you hear me? Everything is going to be alright, I'm not leaving you, I'll help you through this"

Olivia remained silent, her eyes ached with desperation to shake the violent images from her head and her ears rang with the constant screaming and begs of mercy from Hannah as the pain was inflicted on her.

Tears rolled from her face and Elliot raised his hand and wiped the tears away with his hands. Even her tears felt cold. She flinched when she felt him. She yerned for years to be touched by Elliot like that but him wiping away her tears like that now only reminded her of how O'Reiley did the same thing only O'Reiley had Sarah's blood all over his fingers.

Elliot sighed, he knew it was going to be the struggle of a life time, he'd lost count of the times they'd been at odds and he thought they'd never be close again. He was willing to give up everything just to see her smile. But he knew he had a lot of work to do first. He had to help her face her fears and overcome her anxiety. He knew she would fight him but he couldn't bear to see her in such turmoil. Olivia Benson was his life, and his life without her in it he couldn't even bear to think about.

The silence had become so deafening Elliot himself thought he had gone deaf. But he heard a sound, not from his own lips. It was so quite he thought at first he was imagining it.

"She's dead isn't she?" he heard her whisper.

His eyes glistened with tears as he couldn't bear to be the one to break her further. He could tell that she probably knew full well Sarah's fate but just wanted to make things clear.

And those were her only words for the next 2 weeks.