1 a.m. at Detective Olivia Benson's apartment in Manhattan, New York.
"Riiiiiig! Riiiinnngg!" went Liv's cell phone.
"Damn it! 5 more minutes!" Olivia moaned and unplugged the alarm clock.
"Riiiiiinnnng! Riiiiiiinnngg!" the phone kept ringing.
"Oh Shit!" Liv says realizing that it wasn't the alarm. "Hello- err- uh- Benson."
"Olivia, Olivia.. Is that you?" says an all too familiar voice.
"Yes, This is Olivia."
"Livvy. I- I-I need your help." Says the shaky female voice. By now Olivia was in the kitchen looking around the fridge for something to eat.
"Ewe!" Olivia says to herself pulling out hairy cheese "where did that come from?" she looked at the clock on the stove. "1 a.m."
"Casey, what happened?" Olivia says sympathetically.
"I-I-I- was." Casey begins to say with tears welling up in her eyes. "I was r-r-r-r—" Casey was cut short of her sentence as a man came on the phone.
"Who is this?" the man demands.
"Who are you?" Olivia replies.
"I asked first."
"My name is Olivia."
"Olivia who?"
"Olivia Benson." Liv yawns, "Now who are you?"
"Oooo! As in the famous Detective Benson? Eh?"
"Yes. NOW WHO THE HELL IS THIS? AND WHERE THE FUCK IS CASEY?" Olivia demands.
"My name is Michael."
"Alright Michael. What have you done with Casey?"
"Oh don't worry about your friend Casey." The man gives an evil laugh. "I haven't done anything too serious. Yet."
" You do realize who Casey is don't you sir?"
"Why yes. Yes I do."
"May I ask you something sir?"
"You just did, Olivia."
"Please! Don't hurt me!" Casey screams as this man throws her into a cage made for a dog.
"Shut-up bitch." He yells.
"Please, can you at least tell me your last name? I told you mine." Olivia begs.
"Fine. Michael, Michael Wilson." And the line went dead.
"Shit!" Olivia yells into her Cell phone. She dials Elliot's cell. It is now 1:30 a.m
"Mmmm Stabler." Elliot moans.
"El, its me." Olivia says. " We have a big problem"