Bellevue Emergency Room

5:47 PM

"She's unresponsive."

"Can you hear me? We need you to talk. You have to say something or we can't help you. Ma'am? Ma'am, if you can hear me squeeze my hand."

The doctor felt the slightest squeeze of her hand and that gave her every bit of hope she needed. Her job was to save lives and that's what she planned on doing. There was a swarm of doctors hovered around the hospital bed. The woman lying on it wasn't moving, wasn't saying anything. Nobody had came in with her and everyone was wondering how she managed to get there. Her face seemed as if it was wearing a mask of blue and purple as the bruises started showing their depth.

"She's seizing!"

As the body on the bed began to convulse with violent thrashes. They doctors and nurses were like tiny ants raiding a picnic as they rushed around the emergency room looking for equipment to save this woman's life.

SVU Squad Room

5:50 PM

"Has anybody heard from Olivia?" Cragen questioned as he stepped into the room where all of his detectives were chatting, "I haven't heard from her all day. She was suppose to come in about an hour ago."

"Last time I talked to her was when she left for work last night," Amaro said closing the manilla folder that contained the case he had been intently studying.

Fin shook his head no, "I haven't heard from her."

"Me either," Rollins said shrugging.

Cragen turned to Munch, hoping to hear a different answer.

"Sorry Cap," Munch said, "Haven't heard from her."

Cragen sighed and wondered where his detective could have been. He walked back into his office and sat down at his desk where he took out his phone and dialed her number again. When he got voicemail for the umpteenth time he decided to leave a message, "I know it was a tough case Liv but, you can't screen my calls. I'm worried. Call me back ASAP. Cragen."

"Captain," Detective Rollins said stepping into his office, "I just got a call from the patrol man outside Olivia's apartment."

Cragen looked up from his desk and looked at Amanda Rollins in her deep blue eyes, "Go on."

Amanda sighed, "They caught Lee Harrison walking down her sidewalk. He went up to ring the buzzer but they got him before he could. They're bringing him in."

Relief washed over him. He thought he was about to receive devastating news. "Did they tell Olivia?"

Amanda shrugged, "They didn't say."

"Can you handle Harrison? I 'm going to go to her apartment. Make sure she's okay."

"Yeah, no problem," the younger detective smiled.

Bellevue Emergency Room

6:00 PM

The nurses wearing blue scrubs were gathered around the nurse's station talking about the patient that had last been brought in. None of them knew anything about her. She was a Jane Doe who needed saving. They didn't know what had happened or how she had gotten there or anything. All they knew was she was there alone.

"Surely she has someone we can contact,"one of the ladies said.

Another one of them shrugged, "We won't know until we get her name. It isn't like we can put her picture on the news or see if she's a missing person. Her face is unrecognizable."

"Poor Lady," the first nurse said, "Whatever happened to her must have been terrible."

"Lana called the police," one of them informed, "They are going to come question her when she's conscious again."

"You think she was beat by a husband or something?" another nurse asked.

The first nurse shrugged, "It's possible. We just don't know."

Olivia's Apartment

6:23 PM

Cragen was pounding his fist against Olivia's apartment door. He got somebody else from the place to let him in and he was determined to get Olivia to talk to him. "Open up Olivia," he instructed, "This isn't funny anymore!"

The lights were on inside and for a moment Cragen stopped and stood still to see if he could hear anything. He didn't hear any TV sounds, no music, no rustling of anything in the kitchen, and no footsteps.

"That's it," Cragen said finally having enough of Olivia's tactics, "I'm busting the door down." He took a step back and then charged forward using his shoulder to bust the door in. The chain hadn't been locked. "Liv?" he called seeing that the front rooms were empty, "Olivia, are you here?" She had to be there. The protective detail would have followed her if she had gone anywhere.

Cragen walked into the kitchen where he flipped the light on, not seeing anything unusual. He turned it off behind him when he left the room and walked to Olivia's bedroom. He flipped the light on and looked around for anything that seemed out of place. The covers on the bed were wrinkled up like they had been laid in recently and Cragen wondered even more where Olivia could have gone. He was going to turn around and shut the light off when he saw the glass cup resting on the ground with spilled water making a dark spot around it on the carpet.

"What the hell?" he asked his self. Now he had a gut wrenching feeling. Something was off. He knew that Olivia was pissed off about the case and pissed at him for putting a protective detail on her but, would she really be mad enough to run away? Cragen thought of all the places she would have gone. Clearly she wasn't going to make her way to the precinct. She wasn't seeing anybody. Elliot was out of the question. The bar maybe? That was the next place on his list of places to check. He turned the bedroom light off and walked out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Bellevue Emergency Room

7:16 PM

The police had arrived and were talking to the head nurse on staff, Lana, asking questions and getting any information they could.

"So, basically she came in all bloody and that's all you know?" Lt. Masterson asked.

Lana nodded, "Whatever happened tonight, that woman was brutalized. It's a miracle she's still alive."

Lt. Masterson nodded and asked another question, "Is she lucid?"

"Yes," Lana answered, "But she hasn't said a word since she got here. My guess is she's scared."

"Thank you Ma'am," Lt. Masterson said. He closed his notebook that he was taking notes in and then stepped inside the ICU room where the woman was lying wide awake on the bed.

"Hi," he said in a gentle voice, "I'm a police officer. Lt. Masterson. I'm here to talk to you about what happened," he continued, "Can you tell me your name?"

The fear rose in the pit of the woman's stomach and even though Lt. Masterson couldn't see her eyes because of how swollen they were, he knew she was crying. She was visibly shaking and that was only adding on to the pain she felt.

"I'm here to help," Lt. Masterson said, "Can you please tell me your name?"

Louie's Bar

7:30 PM

Cragen stepped out of his car and made sure his badge was prominent on his jacket. He wasn't in the mood to mess with anybody. He just wanted to go in, find Olivia, and get out. The bar wasn't as crowded as usual, there were only a few people here and there. It made it easy for him to look around for Olivia. She would stand out in a crowd like this. All of the people with long greasy hair wearing ripped jeans and shirts with holes in them... it was a good place for her to hide.

When he didn't see her anywhere he walked up to the counter and motioned for the bartender. "I'm looking for a missing person," he explained, "Woman, early forties, long wavy brown hair. Have you seen her?"

"Sorry," the bartender said, "No one here by that description. The place has been pretty dead tonight."

Cragen sighed, "Thank you."

Bellevue Emergency Room

7: 17 PM

"Ma'am, I really need to know your name if I want to help you. Surely you have somebody we can contact."

"My name is... Olivia Benson. Detective Olivia Benson."