Rough Terrain

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Chapter 4

Their hearts were in their throats. Neither of them knew where they were being taken. They prayed that this wasn't the end of the road. They were led to a grey cinderblock garage with no windows. The security guard they had seen earlier opened up the rolling door. Once again, Casey and Olivia were thrown in the room forcibly. Olivia's head hit the cement floor. Again, she saw stars. Her nausea got worse. All she could think about was her baby. They had to find a way out of this.

"Keep them in there for now. They can't freeze to death. They are no good to us dead!"

The garage was an improvement over the aluminum box. There was a heat source in the garage, as well as some light. A single light bulb with a string hung from the ceiling.

"The blonde one is the attorney, Brad's girlfriend. The other one is the detective. Did you send the letter to the police yet," Chaz asked.

"Yes, they should be receiving it any moment now. It shouldn't take long for them to respond. These two are among their best and brightest. They aren't going to let them go that easily."


"Cap, I got the records on Liv's ez-pass! You were right. They were dumb enough to use it. It shows Liv's car going over the GWB at 7:55. Then entering the Turnpike at 8:20. At 8:50, they got off by the airport. That was the last use of the tag. I think they are still in that area. Liv mentioned storage containers."

As Cragen began to speak, Officer Dupree came into the squad room. "Cap, this just came for you."

Cragen looked down at the brown envelope. It looked as if a six year old could have addressed it. He opened it up and pulled out a handwritten letter as well as a photo of Olivia and Casey. The between the poor handwriting and spelling, the note was barely legible. Cragen read it out loud.

"We hav you're detektive and ADA. If you want to see tem alive again, relese James Grover and Bradley Hart. Bring them both along with twony thousand dolarz in cash to this lokashun tomarow night at 8. 112 Airport Road Elizabeth. No gamez. If you don't comply, well kill them."

"Munch, run this down to the crime lab. Get them to dust it for prints."


Olivia sat on the cement floor with her head between her knees. She had vomited three times, and could feel another found rearing its ugly face. The pain in her head was unbearable. She could hear Casey's voice in the background calling her name, but she couldn't answer. She couldn't see straight. Everything was spinning. She struggled trying to take her phone out of her bra. Without saying a word, she waved it at Casey.

Casey grabbed it and immediately dialed Cragen's number. The reception was static-y, but the call went through. Her heart skipped a beat when he answered.

"Cragen."

"Don, it's Casey. Grover's brothers took us hostage. They're keeping us at an industrial storage facility in Elizabeth across from Ikea. We're in a grey garage toward the back center toward the turnpike."

"Are you both alright?"

"I'm fine, but I'm worried about Olivia. She may have a serious head injury."

"Casey, we're on our way. Whatever you do, keep that phone on. We'll be able to track your signal. Try to hold on until we get there."

Casey tucked the phone safely into her own bra, turned her attention to Olivia. She sat on the ground next to her, and put her hand on her back.

"Liv, hold on. Help's on the way. They know where we are. It will only be a few more minutes."

Olivia was completely unresponsive. The light wasn't bright enough to tell if Olivia's eyes were open. Casey could feel Olivia's body trembling. She took off her own coat and put it on Olivia. This was serious. Olivia had taken a few hard blows to the head in a short period of time. She had to hang on until help came.

The seconds passed like hours. Casey strained to hear sounds of police cars. She didn't know what John and Chaz had in store for them. Were they just hostages, or did they have more planned? Casey looked down at her watch. It had been fifteen minutes she hung up with Cragen. She wondered how much longer they'd have to wait. Casey paced around the room nervously.

Casey heard someone walking on the gravel toward the garage. She thought their help arrived. Her eyes were wide as Chaz opened the garage door.

"Seeing as you two are just sitting here doing nothing, we may as well have a little fun."

A cold chill ran down Casey's spine. Chaz grabbed her by the arm, and tried to lead her out of the garage.

"Get off of me! I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Like you have a choice," Chaz said eying her up and down. "I have a real nice spot we can have some quality time alone in."

Chaz was a huge man, easily over six feet tall and at least 275 lbs. He easily overpowered Casey. Her only chance was to get away from him. She kept twisting her body to get free from his grip, but was not successful. He got tired of her struggling, and bodily picked her up and carried her to a container on the other side of the yard. Casey's heart was racing. She kept telling herself this wasn't happening. They arrived at an orange container with the door ajar. There was an old dirty mattress lying on the floor. He threw her down onto it. Chaz had an eerie smile on his face.

"I'm sure you're a damn good roll in the sack, Chaz said. "You're so hot you make me hard."

He kneeled down, and began ripping Casey's blouse open. Casey tried to get away. She wouldn't stay still. Chaz pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket, and cuffed her to a hook that was nailed into the floor near the mattress. Casey had the horrible feeling that she was not the first woman raped in this place. He found the cell phone that was hidden. He threw the phone across the room, but said nothing. Casey wondered if he even realized that phone was tracking their location. She prayed it was still turned on despite the impact. This was all happening so fast. She was worried about Olivia. It worried her that she was all alone in that garage, and possibly unconscious. Before she knew it, he was unbuttoning her pants. He ripped them from her body. Casey felt chills up her spine as his dirty hands pulled at her panties.

"Fancy stuff, I like it, Chaz said. Casey shuttered in disgust. She laid there completely exposed, praying that she would be found in time. She watched helplessly as Chaz stood over her undoing his own pants. He was practically drooling as he stared down at Casey's exposed flesh. She gagged as she saw him remove his stained briefs. He smelled horribly, like he hadn't washed in days. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. Casey closed her eyes, held her breath, and prayed this wasn't about to happen. Chaz got down and hovered over her. He began kissing her all over, as if this was a normal sexual encounter. He left "love bites" all over her body. Chaz fondled her breasts with his filthy hands. He kept shoving his penis in her face. "Do it bitch," he said over and over. Casey's stomach was churning. She couldn't control her nausea. She turned her head to the side, and vomited violently. He was not put off by the vomit. Casey could tell by the expression on his face that he was ready to complete his deed. He climbed on top of her, and was positioning himself to violate her in the worst possible way. Casey couldn't help but to think about her baby. She prayed none of this would hurt him or her. She kept kicking at him, praying she could fight him off. He held down her legs forcibly. She couldn't stop him. He was too large and heavy to overpower him.


"This is the place, Elliot said to Cragen as the police cars raced down the Turnpike exit. I recognize it from a few weeks ago."

Cragen looked down at the GPS tracker in his hand. "This has to be it, the signal is getting stronger."

Six police cars raced up to the gate of the facility with their sirens blaring. The guard slowly stepped out of his booth.

"Can I help you with something?"

"We're looking for two women that were kidnapped. We have reason to believe they are being held in your facility."

"Well I ain't seen no one here, and I've been here all day. You must have the wrong place."

"We need to search the premises."

"Well I'm sorry but I can't allow that. This is private property."

Elliot and Cragen got back into the squad car, and drove right through the gate. The other cars followed. They jumped out of the cars, and divided into search teams. There were thousands of containers, how would they ever find Casey and Olivia?

"Casey mentioned a garage near the back gate! Let's head this way," Elliot commanded.

Elliot's mind was racing. What if they weren't found in time? Were they okay?

Cragen spotted a large garage in the distance. It was the only cinderblock structure in the facility. That had to be the place. As they ran toward the garage, Fin heard shrill screams coming from the left side. Fin and Munch went to check it out while Elliot and Cragen headed for the garage.

Elliot pounded on the roll up door of the garage. There was no answer. There were no windows. They didn't know if they were in the right place.

"We gotta get in there," Elliot said. "Get a crow bar," he yelled into his radio. Seconds later a uniform came running with the tool in hand. It took Elliot seconds to pry the lock off. Cragen rolled the door up. They both shined their flashlights into the dark dungeon-like space. It was pitch black. At first they thought the place was empty.

"Where the hell are they," Cragen asked.

At that second, Elliot noticed a figure all the way in the far back corner of the garage. They ran to the back to find Olivia slumped against the cement wall motionless. There were pools of vomit on the ground around her.

"Liv, are you awake? Liv, come on! You gotta wake up, Elliot said.

"She has a pulse, call a bus, and get Warner in here," Cragen said into his radio.

Cragen and Elliot laid her out flat on the floor. She had dried blood on her face. They weren't sure what had caused it.

"What have we got?" Warner said rushing into the room.


Munch and Fin noticed an orange container in the distance with the door ajar. A dim light coming from within. The screaming was coming from that direction.

"No, please! Stop," they heard.

"That's Casey," Munch said.

Fin radioed for backup. They drew their guns and approached the container.

Fin carefully opened the door wider without making a sound. What they found was shocking.

"Get off of me! GET OFF, Casey screamed angrily.

"Stop! Police, Fin Yelled.

"Get off of her! Keep you hands where we can see them!"

The huge man stood, and put his hands up. Casey was lying under him completely naked.

Munch took the coat off of his back and covered her with it as quickly as he could. Both he and Fin tried not to look at Casey's exposed body.


Olivia had still not regained consciousness. The paramedics were loading her onto a stretcher.

"I believe she may have a head injury. She needs a head CT."

Elliot watched in horror as the paramedics worked on Olivia. She would not wake up. They were poking and prodding her with tubes and needles. He knew she needed to get to a hospital quickly.

"I'll ride with her, Elliot volunteered.

"Take her to University Hospital, Warner told the ambulance driver.

"Elliot, I'll be there as soon as we find Casey."

Elliot held Olivia's hand in the ambulance. He hoped she would wake up on her own.

"What the hell did they do to her," he wondered.


Casey's body shook violently as she was loaded onto the stretcher. She was freezing to death. Her teeth were chattering. She was in shock. She was hyperventilating. She couldn't stop crying.

"Melinda, the baby," she whispered.

"Casey, we're going to take care of you. Don't worry.


Chaz, John, and the security guard were found trying to escape. The three were arrested, and brought back to the precinct for booking.

"Thank god these two were so stupid. We may not have found them in time," Fin said.

"Stupid criminals are my favorite kind., Munch said. "It could be a conspiracy that…"

Fin cut him off. "I'm not in the mood Munch, cut it out."


"Female, 40. Found unconscious on scene. Unresponsive on the rig."

"Get her into trauma 1."

Elliot watched as the doctors worked on Olivia. He silently prayed that she would be alright. He loved her to his core. He wasn't complete without her.

"Detective Stabler, why don't you wait outside. We'll come talk to you as soon as we know something."

Elliot headed to the waiting room and noticed that Fin, Munch, and Cragen were already seated inside.

"What happened to Casey, he asked with concern.

"She may have been raped. She's in there now. We're waiting to hear."

"How's Liv," Munch asked.

"Still unconscious. They're running a bunch of test. They know she has a head injury, but they don't know how severe."

The waiting was killing the squad. They wanted to know what was happening with Olivia and Casey. It seemed like they had been waiting an eternity.

One of Liv's doctors came out with Dr. Warner.

"We got the results of Olivia's head CT back. Olivia took more than one hard blow to the skull. She has a severe head injury with bruising and swelling of the brain. She is going to need surgery to relieve some of the pressure.

Shock was evident on the men's faces.

"Will she be alright," Cragen asked?

"It's hard to tell. The next 48 hours are critical. With swelling and bruising of this magnitude, it's going to take some time for her to fully regain consciousness. She also has a cracked vertebrae in her neck. We have a neurosurgeon and orthopedic surgeon coming in for a consult."

Elliot thought his knees were going to buckle. He was hoping Liv's condition wasn't that serious.

"Elliot, can I see you outside for a minute?"

"Sure doc."

They stepped into the hallway out of earshot of the others.

"Elliot, did you know Olivia's pregnant?"

Elliot's eyes widened, and his mouth went dry.

"What? Liv's pregnant? I had no idea. She didn't tell me. I…"

"Olivia's about nine weeks along. Maybe she didn't know. Elliot, are you the father?"

Elliot looked away. "Yeah, I'm the father."

"The baby is fine Elliot. Strong heartbeat, no bleeding. The ultrasound looks good. Don't worry Elliot. We'll take care of Olivia. She's strong. She'll be fine."

Elliot had the shock of his life. He and Olivia had been together officially for about 8 months. Neither of them had been planning for a baby. Elliot couldn't hide his smile. This would be his sixth baby, but everything felt new again because this baby would be Olivia's. He was thrilled. He knew for sure that now the time was right. He was going to ask her to marry him.


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