A/N: Here is another story I thought of. So far it is only 2 chapters but it will depend on reviews how long it is going to be. So please read and review if you want more.
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How far will a loving mother, detective and soon-to-be wife go to protect the ones she love. An ex-convict's vengeful plot towards New York's finest male Sex detective takes a downward turn when his special detective fiancee is taken in broad day light. How will they get this striving mother back when the only eye witness is a toddler?
Benson-Stabler Residence
September 7th 6:06am
Olivia Benson woke to the light touch of a hand on her own hand, which rested palm down near the very edge of the large, king sized bed as she lay comfortable, semi-curled up on her side.
Opening her eyes, Olivia smiled at the sight of messy curly brown hair and the most gorgeous ocean blue eyes. Her twenty month old daughter, Zaria Quinn, stood half asleep beside the bed trying to get her mommy's attention.
"Morning, baby," Olivia whispered as she sat up. Lifting Zaria up, she placed the child on her lap before giving her a soft kiss on her little, sun-kissed cheek. "Mommy needs to buy you a bed, huh? It's not safe for you to keep climbing out of your crib, butterfly," she whispered, as young Zaria started to play with her hair.
Yawning, Zaria rubbed her eyes. "Mommy?"
Gently brushing back her daughter's growing golden brown locks, Olivia replied, "Yes, baby?"
Zaria pointed to the other side of the bed, which was usually occupied by her father, Elliot Stabler, but this morning was empty. "Daddy?"
Sighing, Olivia delicately caressed Zaria's cheek. "Daddy is still at work, butterfly. I'm so sorry."
Tears welled up in the child's eyes. "Daddy go bye-bye work?" she asked, sadly, doing the 'bye' gesture with her tiny hand. It sounded like she was clapping with one hand.
Olivia kissed Zaria's button nose and nodded. "I'm afraid so, butterfly. And mommy has to go to work too," she replied softly.
Upset, Zaria pointed to herself. "Zaria?"
"Zaria is going to day care," Olivia replied and got up out of bed with Zaria attached to her front.
Walking in to the bathroom, Olivia rubbed Zaria's back as the toddler cried.
"I know, butterfly, I know. Mommy's sorry, baby. Want to shower with mommy? We'll have more time to cook breakfast then."
Sniffling, Zaria slowly pulled back to look in her mommy's eyes. "Bweakfas'?"
Wiping away Zaria's tears, Olivia nodded. "Yes, butterfly. Pancakes."
"Pan-i-cakes," Zaria cheered, it was her most favourite breakfast but she usually only got it once a week, on Saturdays but today was Monday.
Chuckling lightly, Olivia stood Zaria on the tiled floor of the bathroom. "Yes, Zaria, pancakes."
Olivia turned the shower on and wanting water that wasn't too hot for Zaria's sake, she adjusted the taps accordingly before turning back to the child.
Tickling Zaria, Olivia said, "Jammies off!"
Giggling, Zaria lifted up her arms. "Jammies go bye-bye!"
It was one of the many little things the mother and daughter did, to make the simplest things in life fun.
Olivia wanted Zaria to be happy, healthy and to laugh often. She'd taken to motherhood like a duck to water, surprising Elliot from the moment that Zaria was born, but she had also surprised him during Zaria's birth.
Olivia did not scream or curse at him once. She'd been so calm and concentrated, breathing through each and every contraction, only squeezing his hand through the most painful ones.
Zaria arrived on Christmas morning at 2:01am after just four and a half hours of labor. She weighed in at seven pounds nine and a half ounces and was nineteen inches long.
The first week that Zaria had been home had been very rough and involved a couple fights between them and a lot of tears from Olivia, due to stress and exhaustion, but they'd managed to get through it and Zaria had started to settle down by day ten.
Once both mother and daughter were both washed and dressed, they headed in to the kitchen to start on the pancakes. Choc-chip pancakes to be exact.
With Zaria perched on her hip, Olivia opened the fridge door and asked, "Well, what do we need, 'Chef' Zaria?"
Giggling, Zaria tilted her head a little, trying to think of what her mommy and daddy usually grabbed. "Eggs?"
"That's right, butterfly. Where do we find them?"
"Dere," Zaria replied, pointing to the dozen eggs on the shelf of the fridge door.
"Good job, baby. We need two."
Reaching in as her mommy kept a good, tight grip on her little body, so she didn't fall, Zaria grabbed the eggs. "One...Two."
"Good job. Let's put them on the counter." Approaching the kitchen counter, she said, "Put them down very gently, butterfly."
Zaria did as she was told and put the eggs down delicately. "What gets now, mommy?"
Pretending to think, Olivia replied, "Hmm, what do you think we need next, butterfly?"
"Milk?"
"Yep," Olivia replied and grabbed out the milk, since it was too heavy for Zaria.
Olivia was headed back to the fridge when Zaria spoke up again. "Mommy?"
"Yes, Z?"
"I nevered dwinked milk da fridge. Whys?"
Furrowing her brows, Olivia said, "You do, baby. Mommy mixes up your formula and puts it in the fridge for you."
"'Bout me was wittle bubby?" she asked.
Olivia decided not to lie to Zaria, she wanted her daughter to learn things early.
She exhaled a deep breath and answered the innocent question. "Baby, when you were a little baby, you drank mommy's milk."
Lifting up her head in confusion, Zaria asked, "Huh?"
Rubbing her neck, Olivia said, "Baby, mommy breastfed you."
Zaria put a hand on one of Olivia's breasts. "These?"
Olivia couldn't help but chuckle. "Yep, you've been listening to your daddy talking again. Yes, baby, you're right."
Zaria nodded like she understood and went back to the task at hand. "What next, mommy?"
"What do you think, butterfly?"
Shruggling her shoulders, Zaria said, "Don't know."
Once all the ingredients were out and the batter was mixed, Olivia sat Zaria in her high chair and brought her close enough to watch but far enough to be safe from the stove. Time was starting to go against them, and Olivia needed to speed things up a little.
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Arriving at the day care centre, Olivia took the key out of the ignition and got out of the car. Just as she opened the back door to get Zaria out of her car seat, Olivia was grabbed from behind.
"Let go of me!" she screamed, fighting against the man, but he was too strong. He was overpowering.
"Mommy!" Zaria screamed, frightened, trying to get out of her seat but couldn't work out the buckles. "Mommy!"
"Grab the kid!" the masked man holding Olivia ordered.
"Leave her alone! She's just a toddler!" Olivia cried.
But seeing a day care worker coming out, the men panicked.
"Leave the kid. Let's get out of here with the detective," the leader said and they rushed back to their black van.
The leader threw Olivia in to the back and got in behind her as the other man got in to the driver's seat.
Candice, the child care worker ran toward the van but unfortunately didn't reach it in time as the men sped off, but she got the plate number. She ran back toward Olivia's dark green SUV and found Zaria crying in her seat, still trying to get out.
Unbuckling the toddler, she cooed, "It's ok, Zaria. Come here, honey. We'll call your daddy."
As Candice closed the door, Zaria buried her head in to Candice's shoulder and cried.
Walking inside the building, she rubbed Zaria's back, trying to soothe her in any way possible. She had to call Elliot.
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Sitting at his desk in the loud and busy squad room, Elliot Stabler was startled by the ringing of his cell phone sitting on the desk beside the computer's keyboard.
Picking it up, he saw 'Little Feet Day Care' flash on the screen and started to panic.
He opened it quickly. "Stabler."
"Elliot," Candice said as little Zaria cried on her shoulder.
Standing up in an instant, Elliot asked, "What's wrong, Candice? Is Zaria ok?"
"Zaria's fine physically but...not emotionally. Olivia was taken from the parking lot and the poor honey was still buckled in to her seat. She watched her mom struggle and be dragged in to a black van," she informed Elliot shakily.
Elliot was now running down the stairs with Fin hot on his heels. "Did you get a plate number?"
Replying yes, Candice gave him the full plate number and Fin called in to Munch to check the numbers and to get back up. Knowing that Olivia could possibly become a special victim, they wanted guys from their squad.
"Ok, I'm on my way there. I need to see Zaria," he said as he got in to the passenger seat and Fin got in the driver's.
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After being thrown in to the van, Olivia struggled more. She wasn't thinking about herself. Zaria and Elliot were the two she was fighting for. She wanted to marry Elliot in nine weeks time and to see Zaria grow up, but wanted them both safe all the more, even if it meant accepting everything these two men were about to do to her, as long as they left her fiancé and daughter alone.
A dirty white cloth was placed over her nose and mouth. It had a distinctive smell on it. Chloroform.
Feeling faint, as she couldn't hold her breath anymore, Olivia thought, 'Oh fuck. No...Leave Elliot and Zaria alone.'
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Coming to sometime later, Olivia was groggy as she opened her eyes.
Looking around, she found herself in a dark, dank basement, laying on an old, dirty mattress with a spring sticking out in to her back.
Going to move, she found that she couldn't. The men had tied her arms to a pipe above her and her legs were tied to another pipe.
The door opened and the two men walked in.
Looking at them, Olivia couldn't see who they were as they had their masks on again.
"W-what d-do you w-want from me?" she stuttered in fear against her will.
Approaching her and moving the ropes tying her hands to the pipe, the leader sneered, "We're going to make your fiancé pay. You scream or try to make a break for it we will go for your daughter. Decide now what you're going to do. Are you going to go against us or work with us here?"
Fearing her daughter's safety, Olivia looked at them in defeat and said, "I w-won't f-fight or r-run, I promise. Just leave my d-daughter alone. Please."
Nodding, the leader began to untie her arms from the pipe, leaving her arms tied together. "Untie her," he told his partner.
Once untied, the men pulled Olivia up. "Move," the leader ordered.
Doing as she was told, she started to walk, unsure of what was about to happen to her next.
They stopped her at another pipe. This one came down from the ceiling, ran for a few inches and went back up to the ceiling again. They were going to tie her up again, only this time, she was standing.
As she was tied to the pipe, she looked around the basement. She saw a closed black curtain. She didn't want to know what was behind it.
The other man followed her line of vision and went behind the curtain. She heard a bang and a woman's scream.
Olivia didn't know what to do; fight to help or stay still, so her daughter wouldn't be harmed?
She had to pick her daughter. Her pride and joy. Her one of two reasons to get up each and every single morning. She stayed still and tried to hold back her threatening tears.
The man came back from behind the curtain with a blindfold and a baseball bat.
Olivia gulped, her fear growing. She'd never been so frightened in her life then she was in this moment.
"Here, sir," the follower said and passed the bat to the leader.
"Cover her eyes, Tom, now!" the leader hissed.
Nervously, Tom blindfolded Olivia.
Olivia swallowed as her eyes were covered; all she could do was listen to the men talking and wait for the painful blows from the bat.
Olivia was screaming out in pain with each and every painful strike. She was hit in the chest and arms over and over again. "Please stop! Please!"
Sighing, the leader stopped. Olivia wasn't the actual target. He put down the bat and sneered, "We'll be back."
"C-can you take the blindfold off and let me down?"
"No! You stay there. Come on, Tom."
Hearing the men leave, locking the door behind them, Olivia finally allowed herself to whimper in pain and cry for her daughter. She hoped that Zaria was safe.
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As soon as Fin pulled up at the day care, Elliot jumped out of the car and ran in to the building. He rushed in to the toddler room.
Candice was still pacing around with Zaria. "Zaria, honey, daddy's here."
Sniffling, Zaria turned around and reached out for her daddy.
Elliot instantly took his daughter and Zaria snuggled in to him.
"Daddy!" She hiccupped a sob.
Elliot kissed the crown of her head and rubbed her back. "I'm here, peanut. Daddy's here and Aunt Casey is on her way to come get you."
Tightening her grip, Zaria whispered. "Don't go, daddy. Want mommy."
Kissing Zaria's cheek, Elliot whispered in her little ear, "Daddy wants mommy back too, peanut. Uncle Fin and I will get mommy back."
"Want mommy. Want mommy now," she mumbled in to Elliot's chest, crying still.
The door opened again quietly. It was Casey and Fin.
"They've located the black van, El," Fin informed Elliot.
Kissing Zaria's cheek, Elliot whispered, "Go to Aunt Casey, peanut. Daddy's going to go get mommy."
He passed Zaria to Casey and the child snuggled in to her Aunt. "Thanks, Case."
"No problem. Go. Go bring Liv home," she said, waving him out.
Elliot rushed outside with Fin and they both jumped in to the car. Fin was driving again.
"Where's Liv?"
"They're holding her in a house in Chelsea," Fin told him and started up the car. "Two brothers - Jonah and Thomas McGregor."
"Well, let's get her and put them away. How dare they take my fiancée," Elliot said and flicked on the sirens.