Disclaimer : Any recognizable character does not belong to me but instead to Mr. Wolf.

Dear Diary,

Her name is Olivia Benson. She's gorgeous. Her hair is copper and shines in the sun, not that she'll see much of that anymore. Her eyes are chocolate-y brown and they can see into your soul. Normal height and curvy. Other than being incredibly gorgeous, she's intelligent, witty, and passionate… and now she's mine. It took a ton of work. That damned partner of her rarely leaves her alone these days. His family went on vacation without him, I believe. So he was all over her the past couple weeks. But when he finally left her alone I was ready and waiting. She was home all alone. She should know better than that, she does work with special victims unit. But after all these years I guess she still hasn't learned. So she was home alone and the lock was just so easy to pick. She was practically begging me to take her. So I gladly obliged. Sure she struggled a little, but I did it. She's down the hall in the room with the lilies on the walls and the blue bed. I think she'll like it, if not she can always move into my room. I wouldn't mind. She'll be gone soon anyway. It's only a matter of time. No one who comes to stay with me ever lasts long, and I have my eye on that lovely blonde down the hall…

Olivia opened her eyes. The room was pitch black. Her eyes were having trouble adjusting. From what she could tell there weren't any windows. She tried to move but felt a stabbing pain in the back of her head. She tried to move her hands to find the cause of the pain but found they were bound down, though she couldn't see for sure to what. She tried to move her legs with the same result.

Realization can be a nasty thing. Sometimes it just hits you but most times it slowly creeps up on you, giving you time to worry about it. It can eat you whole and never let you out of its grip if you're not careful. It doesn't take mercy.

Slow, silent realization fell on Olivia as she stared into the blackness. Her eyes grew wide and she felt herself begin to go numb. She tried to remember how she got here, wherever here was, but her thoughts were fuzzy and she couldn't make anything out from the previous day. The last thing she remembered was busting a perp with Elliot. She noted that she didn't even know how long she had been here or what her captor had done to her. In reaction to the painful idea of what the kidnapper had done to her, her thoughts went back to Elliot. Did he know she was missing, did anyone? She lived alone and she was barely ever there anyway. Would Don or Fin or Munch notice if she went missing? She knew they would but she doubted they had any chance of finding her.

The more she thought the fuzzier everything became. She figured she had been drugged. She could feel herself falling back into unconsciousness but she fought it. She had to figure out what was going on. She had to get herself out of this terrible mess. First she had to figure out how she had gotten into it. She thought hard about the previous day, or what she remembered as the previous day. After work she had gotten a cup of coffee with Elliot and he had gone one direction, she the other. What had happened after that? She couldn't recall. And the fuzziness was growing. She couldn't focus at all. What had she been thinking about just now? She couldn't remember. She was trying to recollect when she fell back into the darkness of her mind.

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"Don, you seen Liv today?" Elliot asked as he stood in the door of Cragen's office.

"No. Is she not out there?" Cragen sounded surprised. El nodded. "That's odd. Did you try her cell? She did go home last night didn't she?" Elliot again nodded, answering both questions.

"I'll be back in a bit," he said. He didn't like this. Something had to be up. He grabbed his keys off his desk and left the precinct.

Elliot parked out front her apartment. He would usually have to park a few blocks away but most people were out working. He locked it behind him and noted that he couldn't get into the building. He was about to buzz up to Olivia's room when he remembered the key she had given him in case of emergencies. He let himself into the building and took the steps two at a time. He knocked on her door but no answer. He noticed that the door knob was a little off. He tried it and found it was unlocked. He didn't like this. He pushed the door open and looked inside. He stopped in his tracks.

The room was ransacked. Everything – cushions, magazines, glass – was on the floor. "Olivia!" he yelled over and over again. He knew she wasn't there. He wanted to go further into the apartment but his feet were glued to the floor. He was still in shock as he leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. He could tell he was having a panic attack. He couldn't breathe. His legs were going numb. He tried to focus on reality but that just sent him further into a panic. He was dizzy. He just wanted the feeling to go away. He wanted to hear Olivia say, "Elliot, are you okay?" But he wasn't sure he would ever hear that again and that scared the crap out of him. He pulled out his cell and hit #3 on the speed dial.

Cragen answered on the third ring. "Cragen," he answered automatically. "Whoa, Elliot, slow down! What are you saying? No. Elliot you can't be serious. I'll be down there in twenty minutes. Call it in, okay? Are you gonna be alright 'til I get there? I can stay on the phone if you want. I'll be right there." The conversation was short. Cragen couldn't believe what he was hearing. Olivia was missing and her place had been ransacked. He knew what this meant. He had been working with special victims unit long enough to know what this meant. He tried not to break down right there. He needed to hold it in long enough to get to his car. He grabbed his keys and walked out of his office.

"Hey, Captain, is something wrong?" Finn asked as his boss tried to escape briskly.

"Olivia's missing, her apartment was torn apart. Elliot's calling it in and I'm going down there now."

Finn was dumbstruck. "I'm coming," he said, leaving no room for discussion.

"Me too," said Munch who had been listening in.

"Fine," Cragen said flatly, "but you drive your own car." He needed time to deal with the truth and the drive seemed like the perfect time.

"That's fine," Finn said. He grabbed his keys and the three left the precinct.

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