A/N: This story jumps right into the action because I suck at set ups. Read Review Enjoy! The first paragraph will get you caught up on everything. Oh and I think its going to be E/O, if I'm going to do this story... Why not go the whole chiche?

Disclaimer: Not mine, but we all knew that already didn't we?

"Calm down Elliot, we'll get her back," Elliot heard his captain say. But Elliot was too pissed to think straight. Olivia had been kidnapped and it was all his fault. They were on on the job, chasing after a perp. Olivia was ahead of him. He knew this case was getting to her, he should have made her listen when the captain suggested she stay on desk til the case was over. The man was obsessed with Olivia. He had a whole room dedicated to her. With pictures and captions like 'Soon my dear.' Everyone knew he was fixed on her. She went home one night to shower and her whole apartment was torn apart. Her 30 year old neighbors body, was found dead in Olivia's bed. She went back to work and then a few minutes later they got a lead. That's when they went to his hideout, the guy ran. And that's when this whole mishap started. Little did Elliot and Olivia know, he had back-up. Olivia was a good 50 ft in front of Elliot, when a white van pulled in front of her and dragged her in. But not without a fight. There was two guys and she punched one square in the nose. The other had a gun. Elliot was yelling and trying to help he was a foot away from grabbing her when the man with the gun turned it on her and said, "Come any closer and I kill the bitch." This made Elliot stop and the other man hit Olivia in the head with a crowbar. They swung around the back and picked up Johnathan Peters. Elliot being shocked by this was too slow to react. By the time he started shooting at the van, it was too far away to do any good.

He was now back and the prescient. He had been yelling at his captain. But not because he was mad at him, but because he was mad at himself. Its his fault he lost her, and he's going to make damn sure he gets her back.

"Elliot! Are you listening to me?" Don Creagen said, "We're going to get her back, she's going to be fine."

"You know Olivia, she's a fighter," Fin said.

This brought no comfort to Elliot, in fact, he got even angrier. "I know that! But in this case that's just going to hurt her! There are three of them, that we know of! You saw what happened to Marissa Ryans when she tried to fight back!"

Everyone was silent, no one wanted to say the wrong thing to get him even more upset. The only person that could handle an out-of-control Elliot was Olivia. And even she was having trouble with that lately.

Don was the first to speak up "Elliot, if you don't get your emotions in check, you will leave me no choice but to throw you off this case."

"Capt-"

"I don't want to do that. You are on of our star detectives and I believe that you will do your damn hardest to find Olivia. But you are about to leave me no choice. Now go up to the crib and take a few minutes to calm down."

Elliot merely nodded and went upstairs.

"Okay everybody listen up!" The captain yelled to get everybody's attention, the room went silent.

"This guy has escalated. He has one of our own and God knows what he might do to her. We know how much he hates strong women. I need everyone working on this..."

By the time Don finished his orders, Elliot came downstairs looking calmer, but still not calm.

"What's this?" Elliot asked Munch, indicating the package on his desk.

"I don't know. The delivery guy asked for a signature and Creagen signed it. Who's it from?"

"All it says is '007'. How original," He mumbled. Elliot turned over the package and unwrapped it. Inside were pictures and a letter.

"Captain!" He yelled, causing Don to come out of his office.

"What?"

"You need to come have a look at this," Elliot said handing him the pictures.

They were pictures of Olivia, she was cuffed to a bed, still fully clothed and blindfolded. But her body looked limp and Elliot couldn't see any bruises, so he figured she was still unconscious. The letter read;

My, my, my. What a pretty detective I've got.
I bet your stressed over her. I know I would be.
Poor Olivia, this could have been helped.
If only her partner were just a little quicker
Well, she has not waken up yet, but when she does. I think I'll have a little fun.
Your going to run out of time, you know.
I'm going to have your precious little detective and will dispose of her at my wiil.
You'll never find me.
But, Good Luck.
She's going to need it.

"I swear to God, If that bastard lays a hand on her, I'll kill him," Elliot said.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Fin, Munch! Go to find the guy that delivered this. See if we can get anything."

After they left, Elliot turned to Don.

"They're not going to get anything, This guy is good. He had his sights set on Olivia for a while. He's not going to give her up with some stupid mistake," He said anger wasn't in his voice anymore. He sounded sad, helpless almost.

"Stay positive, we're going to get him." Don said, then walked back into his office.

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Olivia woke up and all she could see was darkness. Her head hurt really bad. She tried to move but was caught by something holding her wrists. It took her a second to realize she was cuffed. Then she could feel the presence of someone. Someone reached up and removed the blindfold from her eyes.

"Hello detective."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, I think you know what I want," He leans over and uncuffs her left hand.

She punched him right in the face and his nose started to bleed.

"You bitch," He seethed. He pulled his hand back to punch her, but she kicked him. She tried to pull on the cuffs, attempting to break away but getting no where. She was so focused on the cuffs that she momentarily forgot about him. But a moment was all he needed he got on top of her and she thrashed and squirmed all she could. But there was no use she couldn't escape him. He was pulling at her jeans and she felt him unbutton them, then unzip and soon they were by her knees. He gets up off her to pull her pants all the way down. She tries to take this as an opportunity, but its no use. He has torn of her pants and ripped her shirt now she lay in only a bra and underwear. He takes a picture, than proceeds to what he was doing before. She refuses to give in, she tries on last time to get him off, but he is stronger.

"Scream," He whisprers in his ear, his hands in her underwear. She rufuses to give him what he wants. So he pulls down her underwear.

"I said Scream!" Again she refuses. So he moves his hands to her thighs, forcing her legs apart and thrusting himself inside her, hard. This causes a small whimper to escape from her mouth, and she hates herself for it. A sickening smile comes across his face at her pain.

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