This chapter was written especially for: LiviotStabensler and Elliotandoliviababies. They wanted me to write this, and I'm on vacation in 2 days, so, this is for you two!

Olivia decided to stay home today, she didn't feel well, she hadn't since she saw what was in the envelope. She sat at home, curled up in a ball on her sofa watching TV. No matter hard she tried she couldn't get her mind off Lizzie. Olivia thought to herself. She sat up, moved a few magazines from the coffee table, sat and stared at the envelope for a minute, then picked it up and read it over one last time.

I hope you remember me Olivia. I took Lizzie, picture to prove it. You want her back alive? Thought so, here is what you will do:

You will take a little 'vacation'; tell Don that you need a few weeks to clear your head.

You will come to this address alone, or I WILL kill her.

Tisdel Pier, pier 17

If you do as you're told, I will return Lizzie to her father- alive, not raped.

A picture is worth a thousand words, Olivia.

At the bottom of the note, there was a picture of Lizzie, beaten, broken, alone… afraid. She was covered in bruises, cuts, blood, tears, tears all over her clothes, slits on her wrists, gashes on her legs, and restraint burns, that you could see from under the restraints.

I have to help her! Elliot would never let me go. She nodded to herself; she knew what she had to do. She sighed as she made her way to her bed; she wanted rest before she left.

Elliot had been sent home because he kept picking fights with people, mostly Don. He hadn't filed a police report for Lizzie going missing, he didn't want people digging into his divorce, no one knew. This was the first time, he didn't know what to do, it was his baby girl. He too lay on his couch watching TV, or well, not watching really. He laid there staring into space, until finally he fell asleep.

Next Day 9:27 AM

Olivia woke up for the 12th time that night. So much for rest. She let out a sigh, grabbed the letter and headed out the door. She drove herself to the precinct, somehow managing not to cry.

"C-captain" she said with a sigh.

"Yea Liv, what's up?"

"I, I uh… need a few weeks off…" her voice broke at the end, "To clear my head."

"Case bothering you?"

"N-no, it's personal"

"You want to talk about it?" he asked with concern

"No, I'm fine cap, just need a breather, that's all." She said with a fake smile

"Okay, see you in a few weeks." She nodded and left.

Olivia managed to make it to her car before tears began to fill her eyes. She took a deep breath and was off again. It was a torturous 35 minute drive to Tisdel Pier. Tisdel Pier had been abandoned for almost six and a half years. She sat outside the entrance for a moment; still fighting her tears, and drove on. She made it to pier 17 a few minutes later. She took a few deep breaths before her phone rang. Elliot.

"Uh, hey El." She said, clearing her throat.

"Hey Liv, you feeling okay? Cap. Said you took a few weeks off."

"I'm fine El." She answered quickly.

"Sure you are Liv… sure." His replied, voice dripping with sarcasm and doubt.

"I am."

"Promise?" he said, knowing she probably would lie, and he really didn't care though.

"Promise." She said just above a whisper. "I have to go El."

With that she hung up the phone stood up and whispered to herself. "Ilove you El."

"Hello?" she said quietly, she cleared her throat and tried again, only louder. "Hello?"
"Hello." A familiar voice said with a chuckle. Olivia slowly turned around.

"Alexander Morrison." Olivia spat, not at all surprised. Alexander Morrison, Alex as he's known 'underground', was tried for the kidnapping, rape, and murder of four little girls, and two older women, and walked. He had sworn his revenge on the NYPD, Olivia and Elliot specifically.

"Let her go." She demanded.

"Now, Livvie. You know I can't just- let her go." He chuckled.

"I'm here- you have me, give Elliot his daughter back."

The man pondered the thought for a moment, "Okay, I am true to my word, I will gave the prick back to her dad."

"I'm coming to! I want to make sure Lizzie gets to Elliot."

"Very well." He agreed. "Get in my car, now."

She did as she was told, and a few minutes later, Alex walked out, Lizzie in his arms. He put the girl in the back seat and put his arm up to block Olivia, who was trying to get to the unconscious girl.

"I want to make sure she has a pulse."

"She does." Olivia shot him daggered eyes, he complied. She nodded, it was there, faint, but there.

The drove the perilous hour and a half drive to Elliot's apartment. Olivia generally stared out the passenger side window, and on occasion would turn and check Lizzie's pulse. About five minutes away from Elliot's apartment Olivia stared out the window, letting one lone tear fall, her thoughts were interrupted by a hand running up her upper thigh.

"F***ing pervert!" Olivia shouted as she punched his face.

His foot slammed on he breaks and his hand darted for Olivia's neck and pinned her to the locked door.

"Your mine-"he spat shortly. He continued to drive until they reached Elliot's. "Stay here." He said as he picked up the unconscious girl and locked the door.

The man inched his way up the stairs to Elliot's front door, and carefully placed the girl on the ground and left.

"You can't just leave her there!" Olivia yelled.

"Shut up bitch." He spat as he picked up a rock and threw it at a window. The two drove away.

Inside Elliot's apartment

What the Hell? He thought as he woke from his light slumber to see what happened.

"Lizzie!" he shouted as he bent down on the ground, scooped her up in his arms, and ran, as fast as he could without falling, to his car. He gently placed Lizzie in the passenger side, buckled the belt, and ran to his side and started the car.

He pulled into the emergency parking lot at Mercy Hospital, scooped up his little girl, and ran in. Doctors immediately engulfed the two and tor Lizzie away from Elliot and put her on the stretcher to wheel her away to her room. Elliot was forced to wait anxiously outside the room. He tried to call Olivia, but she didn't pick up.

"Mr. Staber?" a nurse who's nametag read, 'Melissa Jacobs asked

"Yes, is she okay?" He said, not caring if he was crying, that was his baby girl in there, hurt, hooked up to all those machines, and God knows what happened to her.

"She was beat up pretty bad; she said something through her screams about 'them having Olivia' does that mean anything to you? We have her in a medically induced coma; she should make it if there aren't any complications like infection. She will be in extreme pain when she wakes up. You may see her if you'd like."

Elliot just stared into space- two of the people he cared most about were hurt. Lizzie yes, she should be okay- was still here, still hurt. Olivia the love of his life was gone- taken by the same man that put Lizzie in the hospital in two days! What if he's raping her! This was all too much for him to take in.

"Sir? You look a little pale, let me get you some water, please sit down." Elliot fumbled back into the chair still lost in his thoughts.

I'm going on vacation for a week, then school starts, I will REALLY try my hardest to upload