Hello! I finally have this written!(: This chapter is hard to read. It going to be pretty rough seas before the romance part. But if you read my post chapter note it will say where the story is kind of going. Thanks! Tell me what you think!(: XOXOX

Detective Nick Amaro woke up in what appeared to be a hospital bed. He looked to his left and saw his co-worker, Fin stirring in his hospital bed.

What the heck happened?

"Fin, Fin you awake?" Nick asked groggily.

"Ugh," Fin ground as he sat up, "What the hell?". He looked down and realized that he was shot in the arm. It all came flooding back to him. "THe raid man, on the prostitutuion house."

"Uh, yeah yeah, right. Something must have gone wrong." Amaro blankly commented, rubbing the giant egg on the back of his head.

Just then the doctor walked in. She was tall and blonde, probably mid forties. "Hello detectives! Good to see you both have awoken." She smiled. "How are you guys feeling?"

"Well I'm guessing I took a bullet." Fin commented sarcastically, holding up his bandaged arm.

"Haha yes Detective you took one bullet to the arm. It was only a flesh wound and it was easily removed. You should be ready to go back to work in about a week." She turned to look at Nick. "As for you Detective Amaro, you suffered a pretty heavy concussion. I think you need at least two weeks for recovery and we will take it from there."

Nick smiled and nodded, already knowing he would be back at work in a day or two. "What about my partner, Olivia Benson?"

"Detective Benson managed to get out without any major injuries, she is waiting alongside Detective Munch, and your captain in the waiting room." The doctor assured him

Fin's heart dropped. Him and Nick were in the room. Munch, Liv, and Captain were in the waiting room. Where was Amanda? He spoke up quickly, "Where's Amanda Rollins?!"

Nicks face turned to concern when he too had the realization that she was not mentioned in the doctor's reports.

The doctors face turned serious. "We have not seen her in the hospital. Your captain said he wants to come in and speak to you about her. We have also been told not to say anything to the media about her being in the raid."

"Well do you know anything at all?! Is she dead?" Nick questioned urgently.

Fins heart dropped once again when he mentioned that she could be dead. Amanda was his partner, practically his best friend! The thought of her being in danger or not even alive was horrifying to him.

"No detective I would tell you if I did. I will go get you captain." She said as she abruptly walked out the door.

Fin sighed and Nick buried his head in his hands. They sat in science for a few moments until captain and Olivia walked in.

"Hey guys." Olivia said with a plastered smile. They'd obviously hadn't slept since the raid.

"Where's Rollins?" Fin demanded.

"Uhh, we don't exactly know." Captain said with a serious tone in his voice.

Liv continued to explain. "Fin, after you went down me and Nick both came to help you out. Nick, that's when you got hit in the head. Amanda must have seen a victim in another room and went to get her".

"It appears she was kidnapped and taken out a back entrance." Captain stated.

Fin looked as if he was ready to break down in tears, but he held it together. "What are we doing to find her? We have to find her!"

"Fin, this is just as serious to us. We have pretty much all of NYPD looking for her. We have a press block out because we don't want the perps to see just how important this is and kill her to hide evidence. We're going to find her. " Captain assured. It was clear that he was stressed out and worried sick. Amanda was kind of the little sister of the squad. A sweet, innocent, gorgeous, blond that still managed to see the faith in people who others didn't.

"So, what kinda guys are we looking at here?" Nick asked nervously, almost afraid to here the answer.

"Well we can assume it was the same criminals that were in the house. So, Nick, that would be sex traffickers." Olivia answered blankly, almost put off that he even asked.

"Oh, my god." Fin sighed and shook his head.

"Look, we all know Amanda. She's not gonna just let these guys throw her around. She'll put up a fight." Nick announced.

"That's exactly the problem. The more she ticks him off the less time we have." Cragen said, looking at his shoes."I know you two need to recover so we'll put you on desk duty but nobody stops looking for her." He commanded.

Amanda woke up to a splash in the face with icy water. She whimpered lightly as her eyes tried to adjust to the bright light. She managed to put together that she was on a dirt ground. And her wrists were tied up above her head.

"Hey, hey whore! Wake the fuck up you gotta get ready."

Amanda quickly adjusted herself and looked up at the man talking to her. No not talking, ordering her.

He grabbed the rope that was in-between her wrists and yanked her up. She struggled to gather herself on her feet. She felt two beefy hands roughly grab her shoulders to sturdy her. Nervously, she looked up to see a burly Italian man starring down at her.

"Hey, hey sweetheart! You got a busy day today get yourself ready!" A shorter, well dressed man said, snapping in front of her face.

Amanda quickly realized who he was. It was the suspect they were looking for. What was his name again? God she couldn't even remember.

What were they looking at him for?

Uhh. She tried so hard to remember.

Oh shit.

Sex trafficking. Thats why he's telling her to get ready.

The bigger of the men started pushing her along to a small building. It was all grey and stone on the outside. Amanda considered trying to break free and running, but then she remembered how deadly these guys are. She had no idea where she was anyway, there was no use.

They walked across a field to the cold building. Once they arrived at the door the smaller of the men knocked three times before a husky guard from inside let them in. There was a main room with a small kitchen, couch, and t.v, then there was a small bedroom lacking a door. The men led Amanda to the room and violently threw her on the floor. Amanda couldn't help let out a small cry as she hit the ground.

The larger of the men assisted her to sit up. "Look sweet cheeks, you're going to have to get a little more of a pain tolerance if you don't want to be punished extra."

"I'm not going to do what you want me to." She said. She surprised herself about how strong she sounded.

"Look babe." The small man said, "You got it good here. We give you your own room. And we ain't even gonna use you at night."

Amanda looked up at him with death in her eyes.

He leaned in and wrapped his arm around her, talking right into her ears. "We save the valuable girls like you for our high profile clients." He slowly slid his hand up to cup her breast, squeezing it roughly. Amanda did not take to action, she recoiled and sent her fist flying at his face.

Before she felt it hit flesh, the bigger Italian man had her in a choke hold and the guard was holding her pelvis to the ground.

The well dressed man, appearing to be the ring leader started laughing. "It's not going to work like that here. You're not a cop anymore, you're our property." He bent down and started to feel her up in any spot that wasn't already being held down by the two bigger men.

Finally they let her go, she fell to the ground then felt a foot blow into her abdomen, the leader bent down to her again. "Be ready in an hour, we have to leave for you first job." He proceeded to leave to room with the other two men.

Once she was able to recover from her blows to the stomach, Amanda scanned her surroundings. There was a rack full of what looked to be size 00 dresses and a vanity with a mirror that had a curling iron and a bag of makeup laying on it . She stood up and randomly grabbed a dress off the rack. Next, she began the slow and painful process of taking off her cloths. When she caught a look of herself in nothing but a bra and underwear in the mirror she broke down in silent tears. Her once pristine body was now covered in cuts and bruises.

She was so distraught over her appearance that she didn't even notice when the guard walked in with a bucket and washcloth. He also had a bag of frozen peas with him.

"Oh no, I keep telling them not to rough up my ladies so much." The man said with heavy accent.

Amanda jumped and turned around to look at him, uncomfortable with the fact she wasn't wearing clothes and tears were streaming down her face.

"Come here sweetheart," he said gently taking her hand and leading her to the bed, "lay down."

Amanda looked at him and begged. "Please don't, not now. Please"

The man looked and her and shook his head, placing a hand on her shoulder urging her to get on the bed. "No, no, no. I don't do that. I just get you ready. Now lay down."

Reluctantly, she obeyed. She carefully got on the bed and lied down on her back. The man stayed standing next to the bed, examining every part of her body, practically raping her with his eyes. Then her took her arm and started wiping the dirt way with a rag drenched in cold water from the bucket. He went on to wipe her neck, chest, stomach, other arm, and legs. Then, he made her flip over to do the back of her body.

When he was done washing the dirt of her he told her to flip back over on to her back. "When you get more trust we let you take showers, but for now we don't risk you running."

She nodded and flinched as he started to caress her legs and bikini area.

He then walked out of the room for a brief moment and came back with a container and some thin cloths.

Oh god no.

Amanda lied on the bed in horror trying to compress her yelps as the man waxed even inch of hair off her body. When he was done he applied an aloe lotion to try and "take the pain away."

She just wanted to be gone. 'My life is over' she though. She knew that the NYPD would be looking for her, but she didn't know if they'd ever find her. And she was not willing to live through this very long…

And she hasn't even been to her first "job" yet.

"Okay sweet heart, All done. Now you put on makeup over bruises and pick dress of your choice. Be ready in twenty minutes with your hair done. You can use that bag of peas as ice for your bruises. Just don't ruin them, it's your dinner." He smiled a toothy grin and left the room.

Amanda made her way to where she had left the dress and slipped it on. It was so small she couldn't even breath. She used the makeup on the vanity to try and make herself look okay so they wouldn't get mad at her. Then she put loose curls in her hair.

Not more than five minutes after she finished did the shorter man walk in. "Ahh you clean up very nice." Amanda tried to smile at him but it was a failed attempt.

"Not lets go. You got a lineup waiting for you my dear." He said giving her a spank on the butt. She reluctantly followed, fearing what was to come..

WOW. That was hard to write. Now I will promise you. THIS IS A ROMANCE STORY. Amanda will be rescued by chapter four. It's not all going to be this stuff that's so hard to read and write. I just feel it is important to set a mood for the story. It's very angsty. The next chapter is a long one and I will have it up in a couple of days. Thanks for reading. Please tell me what you think!

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