She wakes up to the feeling of a pin sticking in her arm. Within a second, the feeling of a pin prick turns into a burning. She begins to open her eyes. Before she can completely open them, she feels a hand cover her mouth. She immediately recognizes that it's not her own. She opens her eyes. She wants to scream, but she can't. She stares in horror, at the figure standing next to her bed. It's dark, and she can't make out his face. Panic begins to set in, as she realizes that this isn't a dream. Instead, it's her worst nightmare coming true.
He reaches for her, and she instantly realizes that she can't move. She thinks of her gun. It lies less than two feet away from her, on the bedside table. He hovers over her, as if he's waiting, for something. He doesn't say anything, and he doesn't come close enough for her to see his face. She begins to feel herself drift away. It doesn't take long, before everything goes black.
He peels back her covers, once he's sure that she's unconscious. He lifts her out of her bed, and places her in a cardboard box, that sits on a dolly, near the bedroom door. He gently closes the lid, and pulls the dolly out of her apartment. He gets into the elevator. He makes it to his car, unnoticed.
Cragen comes out of his office. He looks at Nick, who sits at his desk.
"Amaro, Ben..." he stops mid-sentence. His head turns towards Olivia's desk. He notices that she is absent. He looks over at her partner. "Nick, where is your partner? It's not like her to be late?"
He shrugs, "I don't know I called her, and sent her a couple of texts. She hasn't answered."
"I had a case for the two of you," Cragen admits.
Fin chimes in, from his desk, "Captain, something doesn't feel right."
Nick nods, in agreement, "Liv would call if she was going to be late, or if she wasn't coming at all."
"I agree," Fin adds.
"Can I go over to her apartment, and make sure that she's ok?"
"Yeah," Cragen nods, "Take Fin. John, Amanda, you take the rape victim in central park."
They get off the elevator, and head towards her apartment. When they reach the door, Fin stops. Nick studies the door, realizing that there are marks on it. Nick pulls on gloves. Fin pulls out his gun. Nick looks to Fin. Fin nods. Nick opens the door, and steps in. They make their way through the apartment, towards her bedroom.
Nick freezes, in the doorway. He sees Olivia's gun, badge, and cellphone laying on her nightstand. Fin notices her keys, in the kitchen, and goes to meet Nick, in the bedroom. Nick flips on the light. He finds that the bed is not made. On her pillow there is a note.
"Fin," he calls out.
"I'm right here," he says, from two feet behind him.
Nick grabs the note, with his gloved hands. He turns around, and shows it to Fin.
"You'll never find her," Fin reads out loud.
She begins to wake. Before she opens her eyes, she realizes that she is in a moving vehicle. She feels groggy, as she begins to regain consciousness. She opens her eyes, but she can't see anything. She begins to panic. She allows herself a moment to take in her surroundings. There is a mask over her eyes. She lifts her hands, from her lap, to take it off. When she lifts her hands, she hears the sound of chains. The shackles on her wrists keep her from reaching her face. She tries to scream, but there is tape over her mouth.
She leans forward, against the pull of her seatbelt. She manages to pull her eye mask off. She tosses the mask on the floor. She peels the duct tape off her mouth, wads it into a ball, and throws it onto the ground, too. She blinks, as her eyes adjust to the sunlight streaming in the window, to her right.
She is in a van, with her hands cuffed. Not cuffed, shackled. There are chains attached to the cuffs. The chains are attached to the frame of the van. She couldn't get out of them, if she tried. She looks forward, out the windshield. She sees nothing that she recognizes. The bright red numbers on the clock, on the dash read; 838. She stares at the clock, in disbelief.
She turns her focus to the driver. She can't see him, very well. He's wearing a grey ball cap, and a blue fleece jacket. She looks into the rearview mirror, but she can make out very few details. She feels fuzzy, and confused. She swallows hard. Her mouth feels dry, and cottony.
Tutuola pulls out his phone. He looks at Nick, in horror. Nick stands in front of Olivia's bed, holding the note in his hands, frozen. After two rings the party that Fin is trying to reach picks up.
"Cragen," Don answers.
"Captain, we have a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"Olivia isn't here," Fin admits.
"Maybe she is stuck in traffic," Don hopes.
"You don't understand. Her keys, badge, gun, and phone, they are all still here."
"But she's not?"
"No."
The red flag goes up, in Cragen's head, "What's going on?"
"The lock on the door has been tampered with. Someone took her."
"What makes you think that?" Cragen wonders.
"They left a note," Fin reveals.
"What does it say?"
"You need to get over here. You need to send a team over here, now."
She tries to swallow down the fear, and sense of panic. She tries to convey a calm, even tone, "Where are you taking me?"
He doesn't answer her, he keeps his eyes on the road.
"Who are you?" she continues to question him.
He doesn't say a word.
"Are you deaf?"
"I'm not deaf, but you could very easily be dead."
She stops with her questions. She looks out her window, trying to find a landmark to identify where she is. All she sees is miles of road.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You don't want to know," he insists.
"Where are you taking me?" she repeats.
"To hell," he answers, sadistically.