Olivia opened her apartment door and closed it falling against it hard. Her head was pounding and it was because of the amounts of alcohol she had intentionally ingested.

The case was a horrible one and with each shot of tequila made her forget. Helen Tillman was a woman who remarried when her daughter was only four. The man Jake Tillman adopted the daughter named Bianca and lived with them.

Over the years, Helen began to get used to the verbal abuse and physical abuse. He started off slow making sure he proved his dominance and then moved up to beatings and finally spousal rape.

After a year or two, Jake suddenly decided that Helen was not enough, and he moved on to defiling his twelve year old stepdaughter. As soon as the first encounter was over, she ran away to her friend's house, whose mother in turn brought her to the unit.

The details that this mother and daughter laid out on the table during the investigation was enough to make Edward Allen Poe curl his toes. Olivia got sick and ran to the bathroom to throw up before being able to discuss any further information.

Now that the case was officially complete with the police department and on the desk of the Assistant District Attorney, the team going for drinks was important in what the team called Therapy.

Now standing in her apartment, with a headache that could shake the earth. Elliot wanted to join her to make sure she got home safe, but she said no.

"Liv, let me take you home."

"No, El, you should not be driving, none of us should, I'll just take a cab." She hastily got off the bar stool and regained her balance before putting her coat over her shoulders. He turned to her and placed his hand on the top of her shoulder.

"Please, let me, I really want to make sure you get home okay?"

"I'll be okay, El," She came closer for effect. "Trust me, I'll be okay, I'll see you tomorrow at the station."

Elliot conceded and nodded. He smiled when she pulled him into a hug, "I promise I'll be okay, Elliot."

She pulled away and he pulled her back for a kiss which he planted on her cheek. She smiled back and turned to go.

Olivia sighed as she headed to the bedroom and stripped herself of her jacket, blouse and her bag. She placed her gun and badge into the bedside drawer and her phone on top. Instead of pulling back the covers, she just laid down on top. Almost as soon her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

Olivia continued to sleep, not being able to hear her door suddenly opening. The individual entered and traveled the dark room to the doorway to her bedroom. He suddenly caught her jacket with his toe and fell forward catching himself with a thud against the doorframe.

He stopped and looked at the shifting of the female inside the bedroom. She moved but her eyes remained closed and only a quick mumble came out

"El, don't make so much noise."

He waited till she settled again and then continued forward more mindful of the objects in her room. He continued forward and proceeded cover Olivia's mouth and nose with a cloth soaked in chloroform.

Olivia woke up and tried to get her bearings. Looking around, she could tell she wasn't in the city anymore. She blinked a few times to get the fogginess out of her head.

The walls were wooden as if it was a cabin. It was old and rickety. The wind was blowing outside, but some was entering the cracks and crevices between the boards. Foliage and greenery were growing in all corners of the small structure.

She attempted to get up and noticed her hands were cuffed to the rusted metal bars of the bed she was laying on. The mattress was musty and looked as if it came straight from 1978. Olivia tugged on the handcuffs but to no avail.

She looked around for her captor, and didn't see anyone. The door did open and the man came into the shack placing his phone back in his pocket.

"Good you're awake."

"Who are you?"

"You know me well Detective."

"William?"

I'll discuss William and who he is in the next couple of chapters...

Should I continue Let me know