Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

"Listen up everybody! We have over a hundred different sightings on our rapist escapee, Raymond Hanson. I want everybody to man the phones from now on today, understood?" shouted Captain Don Cragen as everyone in the precinct continued to run around, papers flying and phones ringing non-stop.

Detectives Odafin "Fin" Tutuola and John Munch nodded as they continued on with their harrowing conversations on the phones. Detectives Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson also nodded as they slammed down their phones in disgust at another dead end.

"Good." Cragen turned on his heel as he headed back to his office for another agonizing conversation with the higher ups.

Elliot slammed his fist on his desk as he was put on hold with a woman who "claimed" to have seen Raymond rooting in her garbage in her front yard. Elliot's jaw started to develop a familiar tic as he was yet again put on hold by the same woman.

Olivia watched him, her phone pressed against her ear in an attempt to understand what the Hispanic man was saying to her on the line. She yawned and saw Elliot rub his right eye furiously with the palm of his hand, turning his bright blue eyes into a darker shade as he grew angrier and angrier.

He finally growled and brought the phone down and immediately picked it up again as someone else called in. Olivia thanked the man she was on the phone with, knowing it was another dead end.

Fin was in a pissing match on the phone with a young man claiming to have seen Raymond in his premonitions and Munch was tossing a Nerf football up and down in one hand, casually questioning an elderly woman on the phone.

Elliot wanted to throw his phone across the crowded room, but opted for tightening his free right hand in a tight, white-knuckled fist as his left clutched the phone he wanted to chuck so badly.

Olivia thanked the caller again, and answered another call from another "sighting" of the now infamous Raymond.

"No-excuse ma'am, I'm sorry but there is no reward if y-"Elliot looked taken-aback as he stared at his receiver.

"What's up?" asked Olivia, placing her hand over the end of the phone.

"Everyone wants a damn reward for nothing, she hung up on me" Elliot explained irritably as he answered another call.

Olivia nodded her understanding and returned to her caller on hold. After five minutes Elliot slammed his phone down once more before jumping up and grabbing his coat off the back of his chair in one fluid motion. Everyone was startled at first but continued with the never ending calls.

"I'm going to go get some coffee, what do you guys want?" said Elliot, keeping his anger in check for his friends.

"Black, for me please." Shouted Fin from across the busy room.

"Nothing for me, thanks." Said Munch, sipping some water from a plastic bottle.

"Liv?" asked Elliot.

"Hmmm? Oh, some steaming hot coffee with cream and sugar would be nice, please."

Elliot nodded and flicked his head towards the Captain's office.

"Would he want any?"

They all nodded, knowing Don must be in a heated conversation right now.

Elliot strode to their Captain's office and knocked on the door; Cragen looked up and waved him in, continuing his conversation on the phone.

"Cap, I'm going on a coffee run, want any?"

"Black. Sugar. Thanks." Cragen stated quickly, returning to his little "chat."

Elliot dipped his head and swiftly shut the door on his way out.

"Be back soon, have fun." Elliot said to Olivia who sighed as he grinned and blew past.


It was pitch black outside, although it was only six in the evening. Elliot's breath mingled in the air as stepped out from his car to enter the closest coffee shop. He rubbed his gloved hands together and entered the nearly empty shop. He surveyed his surroundings, noting everyone in the small store as he ordered the coffees.

After he paid he exited and placed the coffees on the hood of his car as he attempted to get his gloved, frozen fingers to hold the key steadily. Before Elliot could get the door unlocked a dark figure stepped behind him and hit him over the head with a slender lead pipe. Elliot grunted and hit the ground, sliding into an unconscious state unwillingly. The dark figure quickly dragged Elliot into the alley beside the shop, placing him behind a dumpster to hide him as the figure pulled everything out of Elliot's pockets.

The figure pulled out Elliot's wallet and pulled out Elliot's driver's license then he tossed the wallet under Elliot's car. The man stood and managed to take off Elliot's harness and gun and toss them under Elliot's car too. The man finally went to Elliot once more and whistled.

Five other all black clad men came from the other end of the alley, one man driving a van while the others walked along side him slowly. The doors of the van were open, as if they were ready to jump in at any given second. The men struggled to pick up Elliot's dead weight body, but managed to toss him into their van. They all jumped in, closed the doors and drove out of the alley as if nothing happened.


Officer Doyle answered the nagging phone ringing on his desk.

"27th Precinct, how may I help you?"

"My name is Joy Andrews, I just saw someone abducted."

"Okay, Ms. Andrews, do you know either person; the abductor or abductee?"

"No. I saw a man dressed in all black hit another man over the head with something, and then drag him into an alley. I wanted to help but I was scared. So when I saw the person who hit the man throw a wallet under a car I decided to help by seeing who the wallet belonged too."

"Okay, Ma'am. Did you touch the wallet at all?"

"Well, yes, so I could see who it belonged too.

"Alright, that's okay. Can you come in, so we can talk some more?"

"Okay, I can right now."

"Alright, thank you ma'am. Ask for an Officer Doyle, they'll come and get me right away."

"Okay."

Officer Doyle waited for ten minutes when his partner knocked on his desk.

"Doyle, have a Miss Andrews waiting for you."

"Good." Doyle hopped up and greeted the young Ms. Andrews.

As she settled herself she handed him the wallet which he grabbed with the white gloves he had yet to put on.

"It has a badge in it sir; I think it's a cop's."

Doyle looked up quickly and called his partner over.

"We may have a cop kidnapper."

The three crowded around Doyle as he carefully opened the wallet, the medical gloves now on.

"Whoever kidnapped the man didn't want his money." Said Doyle's partner as Doyle pulled out cash and credit cards.

"Frank, run this badge number for me. The number is 6313. Got it? Good, go run it now."

Doyle continued to search the wallet, noting pictures of children and family.

"The only thing missing is the man's driver's license, which the perp must've taken."

"We got it! It's a Detective Elliot Stabler with the Manhattan Special Victims Unit." Frank shouted from across the room.

"Damn, alright. Frank take Ms. Andrews to a room and question her about what she saw, I'll call the detective's Captain and tell him the news."


Cragen downed his stale coffee, impatiently waiting for Stabler to return with some fresh coffee. He rose and exited his office, sitting on Elliot's desk he asked Olivia, "Where's he at?"

Olivia shrugged and continued asking the caller questions.

Munch yawned and hung up yet again on another dud. Fin yelled at his caller and slammed the phone down.

"Cap, where's El? I need some coffee." Asked Fin, who was stretching his arms from his chair.

Just as Cragen was about to say he didn't know, his phone rang. He shrugged and jogged to his office and answered his phone.

"Captain Cragen, Manhattan SVU."

Cragen listened to the officer on the phone, his face tuning a sickly green color then a very pale as the blood drained from his face in horror.

He thanked the officer and slammed the phone down as he called out, "Guys, we have a problem!"

He stood beside Olivia's desk as he talked.

"Elliot was abducted while he was getting our coffee. The perp left everything at the scene, the coffee, Elliot's keys, the weapon, Elliot's gun and holster as well as his wallet minus his license." He let that soak in, watching their faces contort to confusion to looks of awe then horror.

"Shit, man! They know where he lives now, with his license."

"No Fin, they don't. His license has his address from before his divorce… the perp or perps have Kathy's address."

"Shit." Murmured Fin.

"We need to send a patrol car to Kathy's for her and the kids just in case, Munch call that in."

"Yeah, okay." Munch said, in a daze.

Olivia finally spoke up from her silent stupor.

"Weapon? Is Elliot hurt?"

Cragen sighed and nodded.

"CSU is working on it now; they think that Stabler was hit over the head with a lead pipe from behind. Makes sense, the keys on the ground as if he dropped them, coffee on the hood as he tried to open his door…"

Olivia shuddered and sat there in silence again.

"Guys! Come on, we need to get it together and find Elliot before- we need to find him."

The three nodded and got to work. While everyone else was working the phones for Raymond sightings, Fin called CSU for some facts, Munch called for some patrol cars, Cragen got on the horn with all the precincts in the area and Olivia stared at her partner's desk, her brown eyes flashing with renewed vigor.


"Wake him up now. Come on Ray, wake him up!"

Raymond circled Elliot's crumpled body on the floor. Elliot was breathing shallowly, stripped of his clothing save for his black briefs. He had pinkish red spots littering his body, the beginnings of many bruises. His hands were bound by his own handcuffs, his legs bound by a jump rope.

"Shut. Up. Roy." Raymond bit off, glaring at his younger brother who glared back.

Elliot moaned from the ground, shifting uncomfortably. He blinked a few times and groaned again as a wave of nauseating pain from his head washed over him. He tried to move his hands to his head, his eyes flying open when he couldn't move them. He looked around, his bright blue eyes showing a hint of fear.

"Don't be scared, Detective. You're in safe hands."

Roy laughed wickedly, only stopping when he was silenced with a glare from Raymond.

Both men were dressed in all black still; the only source of light a bare bulb swinging back and forth. They appeared to be in a storage room, one of many. The door was closed, the cement room completely empty.

"Alright guys. I'm a Detective, okay? You don't want to hurt me, if you don't I may be able to talk the DA into leniency."

"That's if they find you, Detective."

"They will, Raymond. I'm a cop; they'll put everything on hold to save a cop."

Ray laughed, and stopped his circling. He gazed longingly at Elliot, his eyes scanning over Elliot's muscles, his strong arms and puffed out chest.

"You'll be a great fuck, my dear friend."

Elliot's face remained calm, although his eyes widened just a hair. He wanted- no he needed to remain calm.

Ray's face contorted from one of humor to one of anger as he sent a powerful kick into Elliot's stomach, making him grunt in pain.

Roy sent a pleading look to Raymond, who finally nodded his consent. Roy grinned and silently bent over Elliot, tugging at his briefs.

Elliot struggled, attempting to kick him with bound legs. Raymond punched Elliot in his face and he stopped struggling for a moment, allowing Roy enough time to slip Elliot's briefs to his knees, leaving him exposed to the men.


Olivia bit her lip in concentration, as everyone continued to hustle about downstairs, this time to find Elliot. She was forced to retire to the crib after five full minutes of intense staring at Elliot's desk in concentration. She couldn't sleep though; everyone knew that she couldn't… not now, not after this.

She felt Raymond was connected somehow. She just felt it in her gut, and CSU said the crime scene was like Ray's other ones. Sneak, attack, drag, and go. No cleaning up, no prints. It was luck that they got him, pure luck. Due to a faulty mask, Ray's face was exposed to his victim who made a positive ID. They matched his MO to many others and got him.

We fuckin' had him. Thought Olivia.

Roy, Raymond's brother, managed to "become" a cop who managed to forget to put the cuffs on his big brother. He may have gone after Elliot because Elliot threatened him, physically and mentally and Ray doesn't like to be challenged.

Olivia scoffed and stood, she needed to help somehow.


Elliot was in a happy place mentally, physically he was in the very depths of Hell. As Raymond and Roy finished raping Elliot, they called more friends in. Elliot just kept thinking, where are my kids right now? Are they okay? I need my kids. I need Olivia.

Elliot did fight back, or fought against the cuffs as best he could. He couldn't be a victim; he was Elliot Stabler for fucks sake! Elliot tried to yell in anger and pain, but by this time they had gag him with his own briefs. He had known to relax his throat, though it took awhile with his choking on the intruding object in his mouth.

They had all the men who kidnapped him rape him, beat him, laugh and humiliate him; Elliot never felt so lonely… so lost.

"Nice tattoos Detective!" shouted one masked man.

"Very nice, should we add another?" asked another masked man.

"Hell yeah! He'll remember us forever and ever and ever-"

"Shut up I'm trying to concentrate!"

Everyone laughed as the youngest man raped Elliot, who by now was completely empty of life by now, his blue eyes dark and lifeless.

Raymond re-entered the storage room that was now full with men, lawn chairs and beer. A small television was set up and some music was playing too, as if this was all a harmless party.

Raymond was carrying little pieces of metal and a few lighters. He wanted to give Elliot some more tattoos.

"Here boys, give him some kick ass tattoos." He said laughing as they all rushed to get some of each object in his hands.

The young man who suggested tattoos went first. He made sure the metal was very hot before burning an arrow pointing to a circle on Elliot's left shoulder. Elliot flinched in pain, but was void of any other emotions.

Another man burned a small Nazi symbol on his right shoulder while the other men just burned his skin with lines, and zigzags

"Very creative guys." Raymond said sarcastically.

After the men grew bored and retired to the television set, Elliot moaned in pain. His back was covered in burned lines of different sizes and slightly different shapes. One man even burned a line from Elliot's right eyebrow, over his eyelid, down to the base of his nose.


"Fin! Anything? Tell me CSU has something." Cragen asked hopefully.

"CSU says there are many partial prints around Elliot's door, and tire marks in the alley that match a van, possibly dark blue or black according to the witness."

"Any of those partials our perps?" Cragen asked.

"Two of them are. According to our witness the perp wore gloves but I guess it isn't Raymond's lucky day. Faulty gloves too apparently." Fin said, happy with what he found.

"Raymond? The partials are our rapist escapee?" asked Munch in trepidation.

"Five point match to Raymond's prints."

"Okay, now we really need to find Raymond and his gang to find Elliot." Said Cragen, exhausted.

Olivia crept down the stairs during this conversation.

"Maybe if we look over his files again, we can nail the sonofabitch's location." Olivia said, daring anyone to tell her to lie again with her liquid brown eyes.

"Good idea, files, now, everyone." Cragen said grabbing some files himself to look over.

They pored over little detail of each Raymond case, until Olivia had an idea.

"What if we each jot some notes down and compare them? Maybe somebody mentioned a location and if we all have that same location we-"

"Can find Elliot. Okay, everyone start reading it over again, jot notes down." Cragen finished for her.

They didn't protest as they re-read all of the facts and notes in the files. After thirty tense minutes of reading, they all stopped to compare notes.

"Okay, my notes include a warehouse like room, a black van, and many men dressed in black." Said Munch, showing his notes.

"What kind of notes are those?" asked Fin, showing his papers filled with notes.

"Mine are storage room, black or blue van, many men in all black, rape, beaten, and a few letters and numbers the vic managed to see upon entering the 'storage' room." Said Olivia, flashing her notes too.

"What are the letters or numbers?" asked Cragen.

"1-1-1-0-1; may be a zip code or something… Q-U-E-N-S, which I'm assuming is Queens and 21st." Rattled Olivia.

"Holy shit that practically tells you where he was, how did nobody see that?" asked Fin in anger.

"I have Q-U-E-N-S and the numbers 1-1-1-0-1 as something my vic saw too." Stated Cragen.

"We may have our location Cap, there's a storage unit up in Queens. Address is 39-25 21st St, Queens, 11101." Munch shouted from his desk, checking on his computer.

"Let's go then damnit!" shouted Cragen as they all got up.

"Call for back up too." He bellowed over his shoulder as they all headed to their cars.


Elliot was dragged to the corner in the storage unit. He sat on his bare bottom, his sore back pressed against the wall. He cringed in pain whenever he took a breath, and he hurt everywhere, inside and out.

Elliot slipped in and out of consciousness, and groaned in pain when he breathed. His jaw and dry throat were aching after having the briefs removed.

Raymond raped him once more before throwing Elliot into this corner like a rag doll. Elliot managed to ask him how he thought he was going to escape since he saw his face and his brothers.

"I'm going to kill Roy and possibly myself, I don't know if I can live like this anymore…" he said, half serious, half joking.

Elliot didn't want to give up, but in a way he did. He no longer felt like a man, Elliot felt so lost and hopeless as he waited for his partner to save him.

Olivia. Olivia. Olivia. Olivia. Olivia. Brown eyes… slender tan legs, brown hair pulled into a ponytail high on your beautiful head… you keep me sane and in check, and I continue to push you away during my divorce and after… after Gitano and the little boy…I can't live like this Liv, just let Ray kill me since I'm unable to do it myself… suicides a sin.



The detectives met with Queens local police, and they all headed towards the storage unit. They felt they lost more precious time since it took a few hours to get to Queens from their precinct.

It took them twenty minutes to reach the storage unit.

We're here El; we're here for you Elliot. Though Olivia, gun at the ready.

They searched over fifty units before a television set could be heard at the end of the row they were starting to search. Everyone held their breath as they heard laughter and banter coming from the room. Cragen nodded to his detectives who nodded back, guns all at the ready. Olivia and Cragen on one side, Fin, Munch, and some Queens's officers on the other. The manger cut the lock, and then rushed away as the cops poised at the ready.

Elliot heard them through all the laughter and noise. He sighed, knowing help has arrived. He heard some whispering then the door swung open. Cops poured in as Raymond hopped off his couch and grabbed Elliot. Ray pulled out a gun and pointed it at the officers, who were busy cuffing all the black clad men running around attempting to escape. As everyone was taken away, Roy included, Raymond pointed his gun at Elliot's head and shouted, "One move and he dies!"

Cragen called everyone out, but Olivia, Fin, Munch and himself stayed in the storage room, Elliot and Raymond in the corner.

Elliot tried to say something, but his throat was so dry. His eyes were still dull, and Olivia almost cried when she saw he was naked and beaten, most likely raped too.

Fin wanted to look away in disgust, his heart went out to Stabler.

Munch blinked a few times and ignored the fact that Elliot was naked in front of him; he kept his gun trained on Ray.

Cragen's hand shook as he stared at Elliot's naked battered body in front of him, a gun pointed to his head. Elliot and the others were like his children, they were his children. He couldn't wait to put a bullet into Raymond.

"Back off! Now or he gets it!"

Olivia felt like this was Gitano all over again, and she knew Elliot thought so too when he kept looking at straight her.

"Back off, now!"

"Calm down, Raymond. Calm down. Just put the gun down slowly and let Elliot go. We can settle this now." Cragen said, in a lame attempt to soothe Raymond.

Elliot squeezed his eyes shut, and felt tears prick them. He opened them again, and stared right into Olivia's brown wet ones. He couldn't talk so he mouthed, I'm Sorry.

She tried to understand him, by then it was all to late. Olivia shouted "No!" as Elliot pushed back hard into Raymond who fired off one round into Elliot. Everyone rushed forward and grabbed Raymond. Olivia cradled Elliot's naked body in her lap and arms as Munch and Fin cuffed Raymond and Cragen shouted for a bus.

"Officer down! Call a bus!"

"El! El! Elliot, talk to me baby. Come on Elliot, talk to me."

Elliot looked up into Olivia's eyes and smiled weakly as his eyes glazed over.

"Elliot!"


To Be Continued...