Olivia remained still for 10 minutes after Mike had gone. She set down her wine glass and searched through his suitcase she felt enough time had passed. Nothing.

She got up, finally realizing that this could be it. Her shaky hand wiped a lone tear from her cheek as she made her way toward the window. Her heart pounded. Sure enough, through the rain, she could see a small figure on a building across the way. There was no way to escape.

While she laid curled up in the bed, she felt around the injection site where Mike had stabbed her prior to their flight. A small bump revealed another fear. She was implanted with RFID information. She was branded. Her number was on her arm, S976537.

Her eyes closed in defeat. She was property now. Her breaths came in short bursts as she tried to wrap her brain around what was happening. With a determined breath, she got up and found a piece of paper.

Maybe, just maybe her team would find it and find her, even if she and Mike were long gone.

She knew Elliot would know where to look. Mike returned late that night and crawled into Olivia's bed, wrapping his arms around her. She had to resist the strong urge to squirm away. When would she wake from her nightmare?

Sunday

Elliot had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach when he awoke that morning. He couldn't shake it off and found himself thinking about everything that might have gone wrong, giving him this sick feeling.

He could think of nothing he was aware of as the feeling persisted. He forgot about it at Mass, but the feeling resumed later that afternoon. He came to the conclusion that it was nothing but anxiety. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Olivia awoke when the shades broke with light. She stirred, wiggling out of Mike's vile grip. When she had finally sat up, Mikes firm grip took hold of her arm, wrenching her toward him. She felt her cheek sting again as he slapped her.

"What's your problem?" She couldn't help but yell, tired of being told what to do and say and wear.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her toward him, "I own you now, and that means you don't do anything unless you're told to."

He hissed, shoving her backwards off the bed as he got up.

"Get dressed. We've got to get you a passport."

She did so reluctantly, fearing what was next. They must be taking her out if the country. Why else waste money on a passport?

Mike drove her to yet another building. It looked like an abandoned warehouse on the outside, but inside, the building was alive with action. Men created fake birth certificates and passports while tracking something on TV monitors. More girls, she thought, her hope diminished further.

Olivia was held in a dark room until a pair of man entered. She struggled against them as they sat her in a chair and tied her to it, but stopped when one of the men sunk his fist into her stomach. A small pinch in her arm made her look down. A needle was inserted, pushing vile drugs into her. She was asleep in minutes.

When she woke up, Olivia was still in the darkroom, but she realized something had changed. Her hair had been cut neatly around her shoulders, at least 4 inches shorter than it had been. Her eyes watered as they adjusted to the objects on them.

Contacts, she thought.

The door swung open and she was yanked to her feet by the man who came in. Her eyes were heavy and her brain sluggish. They had drugged her again, and as the man led her out into a room full of computers, she saw herself for the first time.

Her hair was dark, dark brown, and feathered at the bottom of her neck. Her unrecognizable eyes stared back at her through hazel contacts. She was, however, relieved that she hadn't been surgically altered.

The motions became too much as the man roughly shook her to get her moving, and she succumbed to the blackness.

When she awoke, Olivia found herself in a new outfit, in a vehicle slowing to a stop on the darkened street. It was the airport. They were heading somewhere different.

Would the team know she was even gone? Her mind raced with every possibility of an outcome she saw for this situation. Numbly, she followed the men into the airport and boarded the plane in the darkness of the warm Austin night.

Monday

Elliot was in the squad room shortly after 8:30 with Munch and Fin while they joked and sat sipping coffee. A feeling, the same one he'd had before, filled him again.

"Where's Liv?" He asked.

The two men shrugged.

"I haven't talked to her since Friday night. She must be running late." Fin replied, suddenly slightly worried himself.

Olivia watched as the light turned orange as the sun rose into the sky again. The plane had landed in Mexico City, where two men with large frames escorted her to a sedan. The fabric of her suit stuck to her in the humidity and she felt even hotter when she realized what was happening.

She was becoming a smuggler. She was to be used to smuggle drugs to and from Mexico. Drug trafficking; better than human trafficking. She shivered, what if they were doing both?

"Where are we going now?" She found her voice again.

"To our producer. You'll be staying here for a week or so. We can't have TSA flagging our passports." The man in the front seat replied.

Olivia bit her lip in pure hopelessness. How was she supposed to get out of this when she was thousands of miles from home?

At 10:00, Cragen came out of his office to find Elliot pacing with his phone to his ear.

"Where's Olivia?" He asked immediately.

Fin took his phone from his ear, fear spreading through the Captain's body when he saw the look on his detective's face.

"She's not here. We can't find her." His voice shook.

Elliot hung up again, "She's not answering. Captain, something's wrong."

"Where's the last place you saw her?" Cragen asked quickly.

"At the bar on Friday."

"Go. I'll send backup."

Elliot wanted to die when he, Fin, and Munch came upon the location of the bar. There Olivia's vehicle sat in the parking lot where it had been since Friday night. Elliot went out to investigate with a terrible feeling eating him from within. Her vehicle had no trace of her. Her purse, gun, phone, and badge were all gone.

The men searched the perimeter. Munch bent down in a dead end, secluded alley to retrieve a white iPhone. Hers. He stood nod confirmed it was hers, his stomach churning.

"She never even made it to her vehicle." He spoke to Fin as Elliot approached.

"What was she doing out here?" Elliot asked himself aloud.

"We'll search and swab every square inch of this place." Fin nodded.

"Call Cragen. She's been kidnapped."