Taken on a Summer's Night
Summary: Olivia is taken hostage, and it s up to Elliot and the whole of New York's police department to save her. The problem is: they have no idea where she is. Can they get to her in time, or will they be too late?
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks, and not a single person in this god damn station had seen or heard from her. We've searched everywhere in this godforsaken city, and not a single fucking clue! It wasn't just terrifying, it was frustrating as well. We tried to track her cell phone, but, somehow it was blocked. One of your best detectives goes out on a routine case; one like many she's done before and just disappears into thin air as if by magic. Gone. As though she disappeared into thin air. People just don't disappear in the middle of god damned New York City; it's just not fucking possible. She would have to go somewhere, but where? That is the question that had been driving Elliot and the rest of the Special Victims Unit crazy.
The SVU had even enlisted the help of the Manhattan, Queens, Bronx, and Upper West Side Police departments to find her, but even they couldn't find her. No one could. With each passing day, it got more and more hopeless. Teams of detectives went down town to hang posters and go door-to-door asking if anyone had seen her or had an idea of what could of happened, hoping that, if by a miracle, someone actually did. Not a single god damn shred of information. It seemed like, no matter what they did, nothing worked. They couldn't find her; the squad wanted to know who took her and why. They would give anything to know what happened to their best detective.
After two weeks without a scrap of news, Elliot found himself back at the computer, his fingers running across the keyboard, as if in in a hurry. Each time, he tried a location they had already combed over a dozen times; every time, the same irritating little window would pop up: Unknown Location. Please try a new location. Nothing new had come in since she disappeared. Nothing. Nada. She was really gone, and there were no leads or clues pointing in a promising direction.
A few minutes had passed and Elliot stopped typing and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. Something had to open, something had to give way, but where to begin looking? The SVU team came through before, making it through every obstacle that popped up or got in their way. They had a case similar to this one, but it didn't last as long as this one had. Last time, they had clues that led them straight to their missing comrade. This time, they have to go in blind with nothing to point them in the right direction. It seemed with every passing second they weren't out on the street, looking, a second of Liv's life was ticking away.
Her kidnapping had taken a toll on everyone, but especially on Elliot. Everyone on the team was stressed and worried for Olivia's sake. The usually cheerful busy station had gone drastically quiet. Tempers flared and emotions were running high with frustration.
The detectives wouldn't talk with each other, at least, not much anyway. The only words spoken throughout the silent station would be something like "thanks" or "Mhmm." If they needed to communicate a thought, they'd write it down, and pass it along to the person it was meant for.
The air within the station was that of frustration, depression, and worry. Even those who weren't a part of the SVU knew this wasn't the usual air.
As Elliot leaned back in his chair, he hoped that today they would finally find something, that today would be the day they'd bring Liv home...
He turned slightly, as Munch came in, the usual look on his face. Elliot knew what he was going to say before Munch said anything.
"Cragen called every person on this case, and nobody has anything new," he said, sitting down at his desk. "The Bronx PD, the Manhattan PD, the Queens PD, and the Upper East Side SVU are all coming back down to help. We'll find her, Elliot, don't worry," said Munch, smiling a half-assed smile.
"When'll they be here?"
"I think Cragen said noon. Why?"
Elliot stood up. "Go and wait with Fin, then. I need to see the Capitan about something." And, without waiting for a reply, he took off up the spiral staircase towards Don Cragen's office.
Munch watched him for a minute, then headed for the foyer, where Fin was waiting.
"Hey, want some company?" asked Munch as he stepping into the foyer. "I thought Cragen set you to work on something," said Fin, as he leaned against the wall of the foyer. "Elliot sent me out here so I couldn't listen to his conversation with Cragen," said Munch.
"Figures. You were always a fly on the wall when it came to important, private matters," said Fin, staring out the window overlooking the street. "Hey, don't knock it. That's my specialty, being a pain in everyone's ass," said Munch, the half-assed smile back on his face.
Cragen was sitting at his desk again, his hands flying across the keyboard. He was working on trying to find her cell phone signal, in case by a slim chance, it was turned on again, but with little success. It surprised Cragen a bit that whoever had taken Liv knew she had a tracker on her cell phone, and make sure that they either turned it off or destroyed it somehow. A very interesting fact.
Cragen frowned again, and ran his hand through his hair. He made sure that whoever had Olivia was going to get the beating of a lifetime. As soon as he turned around, tired of looking at a useless computer screen, it changed. He turned around (again), this time, his eyes wide.
Munch and Fin stood in the foyer for almost two hours, waiting for their new team to arrive.
"Do you think we'll find her? You know, alive and unharmed?" asked Munch after about twenty minutes of silence.
Fin bit his lip for a second, unable to think of what to say. What should he say? He didn't know. No one knew what to say. Everyone in that squad hoped to find her alive and unharmed. They hoped and never gave up on it. But, would they really find her though? Would they be able to make it in time?
"Of course we'll find her. I know for a fact we'll find her." He smiled a half-hearted smile, even though he knew that it'd be a miracle if they did...
"Guys, I know you've all worked very hard, but I don't know what to say."
"We've searched everywhere, Capitan. Everywhere we look, there's no sign of her." The Manhattan, Queens, Bronx, and Upper West Side detectives were all gathered in the station room, all of them looking up at Cragen and Stabler.
Cragen ran his hands through his hair in frustration. This was getting them nowhere fast; for all they knew, Olivia could be lying somewhere bleeding to death and all they were doing was standing around with their thumbs up their asses. "All we can do for now is wait for Detective Munch to come back with something soon." She probably didn't have a damn thing. They've been searching for weeks now, why would anything new come up now?
"We sent a team from the Manhattan SVU go out into the city again with a heartbeat detector, but they couldn't pick anything up," said Munch, sitting down at his desk.
"She's not dead," snapped Elliot, his grip on the railing tighter (he was standing with his hands on the railing of the spiral staircase that led up to Cragen's office)
"I didn't mean for it to sou-"
"But you sure as hell implied it though! There are millions of places in this fucking city. Did they check all of them?" asked Elliot.
"Only about half of them; they'll let us know if they pick up anything," said Munch.
The mass of detectives stood in silence for a minute, Detective Tutuola being the first to speak. "Who could it have been? Could it be someone that knows who their up against?"
"I'd be willing to think so. If it wasn't, my next bet is someone who's been watching either her or us. Whoever it was knows our technology and our tactics."
"What tactics?" asked Cragen, looking down at Detective Green.
"Can you think of any other way they'd be able to keep her this long without us finding her?" asked Green, his arms folded across his chest.
"I see," said Cragen.
"Ok, so basically, she went off by herself on a case, and never returned?" asked Detective Carter, a detective from the Bronx SVU.
"Yeah, pretty much," said Elliot, his grip tightening even more on the railing.
"I see. Has anyone been released or broken out of jail recently?" asked Green.
Elliot and Cragen thought for a moment. "Um, Manson was released two weeks ago. Warner broke out a couple days ago. Stevens, that crazy Dr. who experimented on women broke out a week ago, we haven't been able to track him down," said Fin from his desk.
"What's up Green? Are you getting at someth-"
But before Cragen could finish his sentence, Detective Beck skidded into the room, a piece of paper in her hand.
"Detective Beck, what the hell happened? Something scare you or what?" asked Cragen.
"N-no sir! I-It's Olivia's signal. I found her sir," she gasped...