Summary: A serial killer known as The Dressmaker is terrorizing Washington D.C. When Quinn is taken, what extremes will Olivia, Charlie, Huck and Jake go to to get her back?

Rating: Strong T. Contains mentions of rape, torture, abuse, and sexy times. Reader discretion is advised.

Couplings: Olitz, Leo/Abby, Charliquinn

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Rain, Chapter I

"And tonight's top story is that of Amelia Georgio, who was discovered last night. It appears she is the fourth victim of the Dressmaker in two weeks. The FBI has released a statement on the progression of the investigation, warning young, brunette white women between the ages of 20 and 40 to be aware of their surrondings, particularly at night..."

Quinn Perkins walked out into the parking garage, looking for her SUV. Her bouncy brown curls fell around her face as she stared at her phone, considering ordering food for the night. She briefly thought about Gettysburger, or that First Lady pizza place. Pizza sounded really good, actually. She approached her car, digging through her purse to get her keys.

"Police are begging citizens to report any suspicious looking vehicles and or persons in their neighborhoods. There is a tipline, the number to which is appearing on the screen as I'm talking,"

She paused, listening intently. She thought she had heard something. Her hand slowly made it's way toward the gun she wasn't supposed to have. If it was Charlie or Huck, then she was fine, but with the crazy murderer out there, she couldn't be too careful.

"As a person who's lost someone to this murder, I'm begging you: call the tipline, and ladies, stay safe,"

She didn't hear him come up behind her, she only felt the piercing of his needle into the nape of her neck. She collapsed, and he caught her in his arms, carrying his latest doll.

Rain

Olivia sat on her brand new white couch, watching TV and sipping wine, all while eyeing her cell phone. She wondered if she could call him, just briefly. To talk to him, to hear his voice...

I went to war for you.

For some reason, that was the line from their argument that really stuck with her. He went to war for her. She closed her eyes and sighed, sipping the wine.

KNOCK KNOCK

Olivia stood, swallowing hard. Kidnappers didn't ring the bell, she told herself as she approached the door. She looked out, but there was nothing. She hesitantly undid the locks, opening the door and looking from side to side. Nothing. She looked down to see an envelope lying on her doormat. She picked it up, locking the door back up and making her way back to the couch.

Olivia Pope, it read in calligraphy. She opened it carefully, pulling out a folded up sheet of stationary. She unfolded it, and began to read.

Miss Pope,

It has come to my attention who you are, and I must say I'm impressed. That's why I've written this, actually. I provide every one of my clients this opprunity, of course, but I have hope for you. You will move mountains, and you will move them because she needs you.

To avoid muddling the matter, I have taken Quinn Perkins. She will live for three days, and on the fourth she'll die. In the meantime, I'll sew her the dress she'll wear when they will find her. Assuming, of course, that you want her alive, follow my instructions to the letter. You won't get her back unharmed, but you will get her back.

First, go to her apartment. There's something waiting for you, and your journey will begin there. I'm eager for your choices, Ms. Pope.

Respectfully,

The Dressmaker

Olivia scanned the letter several times, before setting it in her lap.

He has Quinn, Olivia thought to herself. The Dressmaker...he has Quinn.

Rain

The Dressmaker stood over her, stroking her unconscious face. She was so beautiful...she was by far his favorite. Part of him wanted to hold on to her, to have her forever, but he knew that couldn't happen. She would die at his hands, or she would suffer for the rest of her life. Either way, he was happy.

The Dressmaker turned back to his sewing machine. It was time to start another dress.

A/N: And so it begins. I'm really excited to write this! Disclaimer: I suck at updating. I'm literally the worst. I apologize for that, but bear with me. Reviews are appreciated!

Love Always,

Kate