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EOEOEOEO

Olivia opened her eyes slowly. Her head was throbbing and her body seemed to hurt all over. The room was dim, and she noticed that the small amount of light was coming in from a small window high on the wall. She turned her head slightly and winced at the pain in her head. She scanned the room and saw there were no other windows and just a single door. She didn't have to check; she was certain it was locked.

A chill washed over her and she felt goosebumps break out on her skin. It was then that she realized that her pants had been removed and she had a moment of panic as she clenched her thighs together. No. Even though her entire body was sore from the abuse she'd received, there was no pain there.

She let out a huge sigh and decided she was going to try to sit up. She rolled over on her side and felt a wave of nausea. She stilled, waiting for it to pass. Her mind felt fuzzy and she wondered briefly if they had drugged her or it if was the after effects of whatever they had used to knock her out. She realized that she had no idea how long she'd been unconscious; if it was even the same day. She had no idea where she was. She could be in an entirely different state…an entirely different country. She knew Diaz's main operations were in Mexico.

God, what if they had already smuggled her out of the country?

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and stopped again as she tried not to puke. When the feeling had passed, she took inventory of the room. She was lying on a double bed. No sheets or blankets. The mattress was worn…stained and torn… and she tried not to think about what the stains were. There was no other furniture in the room and it was cold. She shivered again, thankful that she at least had her t-shirt on. It was dirty and ripped on one side; a result of some of her trip on the floor of the SVU she assumed. She looked around and didn't see her pants anywhere. Or her socks or boots.

She swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed. She tried to take inventory of her injuries…or lack thereof. She touched her scalp and it was tender where her hair had practically been ripped from her head. Her fingers trailed down to her cheek and she could feel the tenderness and the swelling where she'd been slapped…twice. Her eye was sore as well and she wondered if she had a black eye. She ran her hands down and noticed her breasts were sore. She could see red bruises in the shape of fingers and knew she had Carlos to thank for that. She moved down to her legs, holding her breath as she ran her hands along her inner thighs. No. Definitely OK.

She knew she was lucky that nothing was broken or that she didn't have any other injuries. She could barely believe that Diaz hadn't let his men attack her…or that he hadn't attacked her himself. She thought about Carlos with his hands on her and she shivered. Suddenly, an image of Elliot popped into her head.

She gasped…the memory of her last image of him seared into her brain. She wondered if he was alive. She didn't know how he could be after such a brutal attack.

How long did he lie there after we left? Did someone find him?

She closed her eyes. He had to be alive. She felt like if he wasn't, she would know. They had a connection. She would definitely feel it. He was alive. She refused to believe otherwise.

And if he was alive, she knew that he'd be in agony not knowing where she was or what was happening to her. Just like Diaz said.

She dropped her head in her hands, letting her mind drift to thoughts of her partner…her best friend. She would die for him…and she knew he would sacrifice himself for her. That was the God's honest truth. They had a bond that defied logic. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. He knew her demons…and she knew his. She couldn't imagine life without him.

She had missed him when she was in Oregon. More than she thought she would, and more than she was ever thought she would be willing to admit to herself. It was there that she had finally admitted the truth to herself.

She was in love with Elliot Stabler.

She had planned on telling him when she got back. But somehow, things had been such a mess since her return…he had been angry with her for leaving and they couldn't seem to get back to where they'd been. And it made her second guess her decision to tell him. So she hadn't.

Not yet.

Olivia wasn't sure if she believed in God, but she prayed to a higher power that she'd get out of this alive and get back to him. And if she did, she promised she would not let one moment pass before she told him exactly how she felt. Because she was pretty sure he felt the same way. And it was time for them to get out of their own way.

Now she just had to get out of here.

She stood up and waited out another bout of nausea. She looked up at the small window and then looked around the room again. Even if she could get up there, there was no way she would fit through that small window.

The next best thing was some sort of weapon. She looked at the bedframe to see if there was something she could wrench free but there was nothing loose on the old wooden bed. She was still looking under the bed when she heard a key in the lock. She stood up quickly and tugged at her t-shirt, trying to cover herself. Unfortunately, the t-shirt only touched the very tops of her thighs, barely covering her underwear.

The door wrenched open with a groan and she cursed under her breath. There would be no way to sneak out of that door. She saw Carlos standing in the doorway and he dragged his eyes up her body until he met her eyes. She stared at him defiantly, refusing to be cowed by him.

"I have to use the bathroom." She said, suddenly realizing that she really did.

He seemed to consider her request, and then nodded his head out to the hallway. "Don't try anything." He warned. He stepped back as she walked by. "Next door."

Olivia walked into the bathroom and Carlos followed her inside.

"I need some privacy." She said, turning to face him. She was trying to scan the room to see if there was anything she could use as a weapon.

"I'm not leaving you. So pee or don't. I don't care. But I'm not leaving."

The last thing Olivia wanted was to pull her underwear down in front of him, but she really had to use the bathroom.

He took a step towards her. "Need some help?"

She shuddered at the thought of his hands on her again and she put her hand up. "No." She sat down on the toilet, never taking her eyes off him, and pulled her t-shirt down as far as possible. She carefully slid her underwear down only as much as she necessary, making sure she kept herself covered. She finished up and did the same in reverse, thankful once again that she at least had her t-shirt because Carlos never took his eyes off of her.

She stood up. "I need my pants."

Carlos shook his head. "You don't get to make requests." He said. He snagged the front of her t-shirt. "And if you don't shut up, you're going to lose this too." He released her then. "Diaz wants to see you."

Olivia stopped at the sink to wash her hands and she leaned over and cupped her hands, drinking some of the water. She was incredibly thirsty and she thought she must have been out longer than she thought.

Carlos snagged her t-shirt and pulled her away from the sink. "That's enough." He pushed her out of the room roughly and she stumbled a little. She regained her footing only to be pushed down the hall again. The hall opened up into another small room and she saw Diaz sitting behind a scarred, wooden desk. Javi was sitting on an overstuffed floral chair and the room was lit by bright fluorescent lighting. There was wallpaper peeling off the wall, and the only other piece of furniture in the room was a sagging couch that matched the chair.

Carlos pushed her into the room until she was standing a few feet from the desk. Olivia tugged at the t-shirt again; she could feel all three men's eyes on her and she shifted uncomfortably.

Diaz sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "How are you feeling Detective?" he asked, a small smile on his face.

Olivia knew he could care less and she remained silent.

He sat forward in his chair, the smile gone. "I don't ask twice. You should have learned that by now."

Olivia felt Carlos move up behind her but Diaz waved him off.

"But I'm feeling generous today. So I'm going to let that one slide." He pointed a finger at her and narrowed his eyes. "But I'm only going to tell you this once. I expect your cooperation. You do what I say, when I say. Or suffer the consequences."

He leaned back in his chair again. "So I'm going to ask you again. How are you feeling?"

Olivia considered not answering him, but decided it wasn't worth risking the consequences. If she was injured, she wouldn't be able to escape.

"I'm fine." She said. She wasn't going to offer up any more than she had to.

"Hungry?" He asked.

She shook her head. She was still nauseous and she didn't think food would help.

"I suppose you would like to know about the other detective we left behind."

Olivia tried not to show interest but she knew her expression probably gave her away.

"That's what I thought." He said, giving her a smile like he was delivering good news. "Well, based on what I hear, I sounds like he's going to make it. But I imagine he's probably going out of his mind right now, wondering what in the hell is happening to you." He held up a photograph. "Especially since I sent your Captain this photo."

Olivia flinched when she saw the photo. It showed her unconscious, sprawled out on the bed in just her bra and panties, her legs parted slightly. She could see the bruises on her face and breasts and a few more marring her lower legs. She knew a photo like that would enrage Elliot…and her entire squad. She wondered what possible reason he could have for sending it.

"The NYPD is fucking with my business. Forcing me to shut down operations. And you and your partner led the fucking crusade. So you're going to pay. And so is he." He narrowed his eyes at her. "This is only the first photo he's going to get."

Olivia swallowed hard at the implication.

"The NYPD isn't going to stand by and let you get away with abducting one of their officers. My partner and my squad won't rest until they hunt you down." She leaned over, placing her hands on his desk. "And when my partner gets his hands on you, he's going to make you pay. He has a temper." She stood up. "Just let me go now and get out of town Diaz. It's the smart thing to do. And I know you're a smart man."

"Appealing to my ego?" He laughed. "No way in hell I'm letting you go." He stood up. "You belong to me now." He said, jabbing a finger in her direction. "So you can forget all about your life before you met me…and that partner of yours. Your ass is mine."

EOEOEOEO

Elliot opened his eyes, and closed them again quickly. The light was too bright and his head was killing him. He opened them again slightly and quickly realized he was in a hospital room.

"Elliot." He heard off to his right and swiveled his head slightly and saw Kathy standing next to the bed. "Thank God."

Elliot closed his eyes and moaned. Was he dying? Why was Kathy here?

Then everything came rushing back and he remembered seeing them drag Olivia out of the warehouse, screaming, right before he passed out.

"Olivia." He whispered, her voice just a croak. He turned his head to look at Kathy. "Where's Olivia?"

Kathy hesitated and he saw uncertainty in her face. She was keeping something from him.

He tried to sit up but laid back down immediately. The pain was excruciating. He heard alarm bells going off on the monitors but he didn't care and he tore at the IV in his arm. A male and female nurse rushed in and the man grabbed his arm, trying to keep him from ripping out the IV. He fought against him. He needed to get out of here. He had to find Olivia. He was trying to talk but his throat was dry and nothing came out. He felt a stab in his right arm and turned to face the female nurse. He saw her holding a syringe in her hand and he knew it was too late. He felt the edges of blackness and it was seconds before he was out.

The next time he woke up, he noticed two things right away. One, his arms were restrained and two, Cragen had taken Kathy's place.

He tried to say something, but had the same issue as before.

"Water" he whispered and Cragen reached for a glass of water and put the straw up to his lips. Elliot took a few long sips and then let his head fall back on the pillow. His head felt heavy and his mind wasn't clear; he knew he must be on some powerful pain meds.

"Olivia." He whispered.

Cragen put a hand on his arm. "Just calm down Elliot or they're going to knock you out again." He removed his hand and rested it on the railing of the bed. "You've got some serious injuries Elliot. You have a concussion and a deep laceration on your head. It took 18 stitches to close it up. You have three broken ribs, a sprained wrist and a black eye. Most of your body is black and blue. I don't know how you don't have more broken bones."

Cragen rattled off the list of injuries to Elliot and was thankful they had reached the warehouse in time. But he shuddered to think about what injuries Olivia had sustained, and wondered if anyone had given her any medical treatment at all. He was hoping he could get some information from Elliot so he would have some kind of idea what shape she was in when he last saw her. But he knew he had to move forward carefully. In his delirium he had been yelling her name over and over.

Olivia. She's screaming. She's screaming. Olivia.

Over and over again until the doctors sedated him.

"Where's Olivia? Is she here? Is she OK?" he asked.

Cragen saw the hopeful look on his face. He knew he had to tell him the truth, and that he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Elliot would demand to know.

"Cap'n. Is she going to be OK?"

Cragen sighed. "She's not here Elliot. And I don't know if she's OK. I was hoping you could tell me."

Elliot had a puzzled look on his face and then his memories came back again. "She was screaming." He said, and it was almost like watching the scene in a movie as he remembered what had happened. "She's yelling my name. And I can't move. They're taking her and she's screaming." His head swung back towards Cragen. "You don't have her?"

Cragen shook his head. "When we got to the warehouse, you were the only one there. There was no sign of her except for her jacket, her badge and her radio. And no Diaz."

"He was there. He…They…" He was assaulted with the memories of their hands all over her. "They had their hands all over her…they…"

Cragen put a hand on his arm. He wasn't surprised by what Elliot was saying. The men were sex traffickers. And he had the photo they sent.

"Was she injured?" he asked. He needed to know if she was seriously injured; if she had any hope of making it. She didn't look injured in the photo but who knew what internal injuries she might have sustained.

Elliot shook his head. "I don't think so. I mean, they slapped her around and yanked her hair but I didn't see anything else that would have caused serious injury." He dropped his head. "But there were times I was in and out of consciousness." He tried to sit up again. "How long have I been out? How long has she been missing? Do you have any leads?" He was firing off questions and he heard the alarm bells go off on the monitors again as his blood pressure rose and his heart beat faster. "When can I get out of here? I have to go look for her."

A nurse came rushing into the room and Cragen held up a hand. "I think he's fine. He just got a little excited." She eyed Cragen warily and then looked back at Elliot. She hesitated a moment and left the room.

Cragen gave him a stern look and sighed. "I'll tell you everything I know if you calm down."

Elliot took a deep breath.

"When you didn't show up back at the precinct, I started to get suspicious, so we headed back to the warehouse. It had to be about an hour after my last contact with Olivia on the radio. We found you there, unconscious, and no sign of Olivia or Diaz. We rushed you to the hospital. I called Kathy…I didn't know if I should or not but I wasn't sure how severe your injuries were. You looked like you were near death."

Cragen took a deep breath. "We put out an APB immediately. For Olivia. For Diaz. For his known associates and for every vehicle we know about. We're rousting everyone that we think might have even the smallest connection to Diaz. Dragging them into the precinct and squeezing them for information. There is no way Diaz is getting out of this city with Olivia."

"You have no idea where he is or if Olivia is alive or dead?" Elliot asked, exasperation in his tone. He knew the entire NYPD was out in full force, but it just didn't seem like enough.

"We've heard from him." Cragen said quietly, wondering about the wisdom of telling Elliot.

"Is he asking for a ransom?" Elliot asked, confused as to his motive.

Cragen let out a heavy sigh. "No."

"What did he say? Word for word." Elliot said, narrowing his eyes. "And don't lie to me."

"He sent us a photo of Olivia and a note."

"A photo? Let me see it."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Cragen said. "I left it at the precinct."

"I know you have a copy." Elliot said. "Show it to me and tell me what the note said."

Cragen pulled the photo from his suitcoat slowly and looked at it for a second before he handed it to Elliot.

He saw Elliot's jaw clench as he looked at the photo. His tone was cold as he asked the Captain to tell him what the note said.

"It said…the NYPD is going to fuck with me? Well guess who's going to get fucked now."