The room smelled like vomit. The stale stench of cold air had left and in its wake was the vestige of her lost pride. Jackson left the room, leaving her alone to bask in a pitiful puddle of disgust . She had no doubt now that they were looking for her. She knew that she had to hold on, even though her body told her to give up. Her breathing had become labored since his attack on her ribs, and retching her stomach contents did not help her condition. She steeled her body as he entered the room, turning on a light that seemingly appeared out of no where. He was carrying something, a bottle of something she couldn't make out, but it was in a squeezable bottle. The implications were frightening. He walked over to a table, one she didn't acknowledge, and pushed it into a corner. Putting the bottle down, he walked over to the video camera, adjusting the tripod so that it sat at the far end of the table, the end pressed against the wall, and set it to record. He walked over to her then, gripping her arms and lifting her up, stepping over her vomit as they crossed the room. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down and positioning himself at her anus, seemingly ready to penetrate her from behind. She did the only thing she could then, "I have to pee."

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"We found Jackson's car. That must mean he took Agent Prince's car. We are doing a search on the tags now, we should have a trail in a little while."

"Thanks Monroe." She patted him on the back, turning to Elliot, "What do we do with his brother?"

"We need any clues we can get. We have Munch and Fin looking at the tape. We don't have much time, they wont let us keep the case if we lose our heads, so we have to rush the process."

Elliot stood there looking to his weary partner. They left David Monroe's office, walking down the hall, but not too far away from the door. Olivia was the first to speak.

"How can they watch that tape...knowing what could be on it?"

"Liv, we can't pick the vic--"

"Don't give me that bullshit Elliot. This shouldn't have happened, it shouldn't still be happening, Casey should be here right now, she should not be somewhere getting rape--"

"I know how you feel, Liv, but if Munch and Fin don't watch that tape, someone else will have to, and that someone else won't know Casey and how strong she is, and they'll pity her. That's the last thing she needs when she comes back, we have to keep this contained."

Olivia stood there, running her shaky hands through her hair, on the verge of tears. Finally, she spoke, breaking the silence between them.

"We might as well go interview James McCoy, he could give us some leads."

Elliot walked behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back, reassuring her silently that they would find their friend.

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"Pee on the floor, you already threw up."

"I, I can't. Please just let me go?"

"You're pitiful you know that? Get up, no funny business, you can't get out of here, understand?"

He pulled her by her arm, forcing her to stand up. Pulling on the edge of his pants, he pulled them up on his waist. They walked into the long hallway, doors similar to the one she just exited, all with gold shiny numbers on them. She doubted they were in an apartment building, many of the doors were deteriorating, apparently going unused for quite some time. He lead her to the door at the end of the hall, and turned her towards him, smiling sinisterly before speaking.

"No windows down here, got it? Everything is locked, you can't out run me. So pee and walk back out, don't make me angry, Casey."

He ran his hand along her cheek before pushing her into the bathroom. She closed the door, staring at her face in the dirty mirror. Her face only had one bruise, an angry red welt along the side of her face, lining her cheekbone, from where he slapped her. She took in her stomach then, since the light was sufficient, and almost gasped at the damage done. She grazed the surface, wincing as the small touch registered. Her stomach was purple, from his kicks, and somewhat swollen. She was jarred out of her revere when he banged on the door. She took note of her actual need to urinate then, crying silently as she did so. There was no way out, and she knew that she would have to just accept what was about to happen, if she wanted to leave alive.

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"Where is she?" Elliot yelled, slamming the palm of his hand on the table. James McCoy sat there, calmly as he watched the detective in front of him, not saying anything even though he was being bombarded with questions.

"If you tell us, we can cut you a deal, but if we find her and she isn't alive, we have enough on that tape to send you to jail forever."

He spoke then, his icy cool voice melting away at the patience of the detectives standing in front of him.

"We wanted a deal from the start detective, but you wouldn't grant one. You'd do anything to save one of your own, wouldn't you?"

Elliot wiped his face with his hand.

"As well as you, McCoy. Make this easy, turn in your brother and you get a few years in jail. If you don't, you go down like your brother, you'll be in jail for life."

"Never."

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They were back in the room, she was bent awkwardly over the table, as he held her hands in one hand, he pulled down his hands pants again, positioning his penis at her anus. 'This was it', she thought, she was going to be anally raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to go out with a fight, scream and plead for him to reconsider, but she knew it would only ignite his anger, and she knew if he got angry at her again, she would not be able to physically recover. No matter how much she didn't want this to happen, no matter how much she wanted to fight- she wanted to survive more.

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Cragen stood in front of his detectives, looking to them solemnly. He began to tell them of their plan.

"There were two cars found that matched the description. One car was found abandoned in a rural lot , close to a residential area. The other was found at an abandoned junk yard not too far from the old Hobbs Inn hotel, we called the district police and they will be heading over now since they are closer to the residential area, so , you guys are going in the chopper to the lot near Hobbs Inn. None of the cars have tags, we are thinking McCoy ditched them on the way, which means he must be close to either of the two areas, because they would have had to carry her to the location. We are checking for developments, abandoned buildings and other places where people won't be in abundance. Nevertheless, no one will get there for a little while from now, so let's just hope he hasn't... well let's just hope."

They stopped interviewing James McCoy when Cragen delivered the news, they were waiting silently on the roof of the precinct to be picked up by the chopper. The five detectives sat in silence, all thinking simultaneously that they hoped they would get there in time.

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She was violently shaking. The bottle he brought in was apparently lubrication, and he was spreading it on her, readying her for the intrusion. She felt like she couldn't breathe, her chest heaving as he readjusted himself. Unexpectedly, he forced himself into her, evoking a painful scream from her. She didn't know when she'd began the mantra of "no" and "stop", but she had, and her shrieks were reverberating from the walls. He began thrusting violently into her flesh, the friction burning as he continued. She brought her hands behind her, trying to stop his hips from pumping into her, but it wasn't working. She was choking on her on saliva, caught in her throat from the impact of his thrusts. He pulled her hair then, aiming her face at the camera. All she could do was sob.

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"I'm going to kill the bastard. No one will believe what he says, so I am going to shove my fist down his throat."

"Fin, you know you can't..."

"Liv, I know I can't, but I want to. This is Casey, someone who never hurts anyone. So if the asshole gets tossed around some, we claim he refused arrest."

"I know how you feel..."

Olivia patted Fin's hand, rubbing it as she looked toward the approaching chopper. Hopefully they made it there in time.

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He had stopped momentarily, giving her enough time to breathe when he pulled away. He was putting on a condom, rolling it down himself as she crumpled to the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs as she cried. She always thought that there was always a way out. That if you tried and fought you would be able to succeed. But she didn't. She hadn't tried to fight, it was futile, she couldn't even try to keep her pride. She let him steal her innocence, and she was going to let the man in front of her rape her, he was going to steal her virginity.

He pulled at her arm, rolling her onto her back, her shoulders coming in contact with the cold floor. Her hands automatically rose, coming in contact with his chin, pushing him backwards. She tried to stand, the stinging sensation from her backside not registering until he pulled at her ankles, knocking her on her bottom. He was on her again, pinning her wrists above her head as he forced her legs apart. He pressed himself against her, and with no warning, he tore into her, ripping her hymen along with all naive thoughts of romanticism and fantasies that once lingered in her mind. He began to move, rubbing her raw in private places as he dove into her. She was screaming, thrashing against the hands that pinned her down, her wrists bruising as she continued her movement. She continued to scream, coughing and sputtering in between. She coughed so much, in fact, that she couldn't breathe. The last thing she remembered was the distinct sound of Olivia saying "Freeze".

End of Chapter Four.

Sorry about the lack of dialog. Please let me know if the story seems choppy, it sounds great in my head, but might not on paper. Comments are appreciated.

Kry.