Chapter Four

Thursday, May 8th, 2014

12:07 a.m.

Alex sat at the kitchen table with her forehead in her hand, eyes closed. She fought the tremble in her voice that she knew would be evident when the other end of the line picked up.

She heard the tiny sound of air, signaling a connection.

"Cabot? What's wrong?" Fin's voice was immediately concerned.

Alex's lower lip trembled now and she sat up straighter in the kitchen chair and sniffed before wiping beneath her nose with the back of her hand. Calmly, she stated, "Liv's not home yet."

That was all she said.

"Not home?" Fin's voice level rose slightly. "What'd she say? When was she s'posed to be home, Alex?" His voice softened.

Alex quietly sniffed again and controlled the speed and tone of her voice, attempting to remain as calm as she could. "I talked to her at eight. She had a stop to make at Mrs. P's brownstone to drop off some groceries. But she said she was headed home after that." Alex felt her mouth twist, her brow knit. "But she never showed." The blonde placed her palm over her mouth.

"Hey. Listen, Alex. Don't worry just yet. There has to be a reason. Maybe she had to—"

"I've already thought of everything, Fin," Alex interrupted, her voice level rising. She closed her eyes. "Sorry."

"It's OK, Alex. Just tell me."

"I've already been through all of the scenarios that could have possibly happened and all of them come back to the fact that Olivia would never just not be in touch." Alex felt her strength and determination return, even if only slightly. "I left her twenty texts and over ten voice mails, Fin."

"OK, Cabot. Tell you what. I'll call Cragen and see what he thinks and I'll call you back."

"I can't wait that long, Fin." Her eyes began tearing again. "I keep imagining her hurt somewhere, not able to move, not able to talk…"

"Alex, don't do that…"

Alex felt the tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I can't help it. Something's wrong. I can just feel it."

"Lemme call the captain and I'll call you back within thirty. OK?"

Alex nodded. "OK, Fin. Thanks," she said softly.

"Hang in there, Alex. We'll find her."

Alex nodded again and then disconnected the call.

We'll find her.

We'll find her.

Her iPhone remained cradled in her palm as she stared at the gray wooden surface of the farmhouse table, the overhead, rustic chandelier light shining down on the fruit bowl in the center that was currently filled with apples and pears.

We'll find her.

We'll find her.

Those words echoed in her mind.

Finding her could mean anything.

Finding her could mean that she would never speak to her again. Never see that smile again. Never feel her warm touch again.

And Alex caved into herself then, her emotions coming full force as she moved her chair backward, curled herself downward into her knees, held her face in her hands, and released the emotions of all of the atrocious thoughts that swam through her desperate mind.

1:13 a.m.

Her body felt like lead—heavy, immobile, rooted—and she noted the weight of her own head as she struggled to keep it upright. Her stomach was on the edge of nausea. The emptiness and drugs in her system causing a conflicting sensation between hunger and being physically ill.

Her tongue was in intrusion in her mouth—large, dry—like it almost didn't belong to her own body. She bit the sides and tip a couple of times to make sure it was still attached. And her throat now hurt when the air of the room simply passed through it.

"So, you're not single?"

His voice.

He was right there. In front of her.

She opened her eyes to find him standing there, a familiar black, leather rectangle in his hands.

"You have a lot of photos in here. I didn't think people actually did that any more. Everything's on the computer these days, flash drives, hard drives. But you…" he moved closer and squatted next to her, fanning out tiny bits of paper in his fingers, angling them toward her face, "…who are these beautiful kids?"

Olivia then realized, even in her near-incoherent state, what exactly Lewis was looking at and showing her—photos of the kids, of Alex, of her life.

There were five small pics Olivia kept in her wallet at all times—one of she and Alex wearing bikinis on the yacht in Greece, a wedding photo of she and Alex in the dressing room in their dresses after the ceremony, both with their dresses hiked up to their knees and grinning facetiously, Theo as a baby wearing a floppy, white hat and blue sunglasses in the sand in Southampton, Theo and the twins in holiday attire posing next to the Christmas tree, and one of the entire family during their infamous photo shoot in the bedroom.

They were reminders of her amazing world that existed with the woman she loved and the tiny beings that meant more to her than her own life. Little treasures she kept and held near and dear to her heart.

No point in stating the obvious fact that he had gone through her purse so she said nothing, only struggled to keep her eyes open, keep a scant amount of moisture inside the bone-like texture of her mouth.

A kick to her chair then, causing it to move at least half a foot and her brain to spin from the movement.

"Right?" His tone was firm, angry.

"Wh-what?" she rasped, closing her eyes once more, attempting to slow the dizziness.

"You had me fooled, Detective. I gotta tell you. I really thought you were single. Like a sort of black widow. One of those lonely, beautiful women, drawing men in, using them, spitting them out. Nothing but the job and meaningless sex…but you haven't been real with me, Olivia. A whole family I knew nothing about."

Olivia peeled her eyes open then and looked up at him, gauging his reaction, his expressions, his next move.

Her heartrate had now picked up in speed, her anxiety level rising.

"And here's something useful…" He took a rectangular card from her wallet, "…nice pic, Detective. Not everyone can take a driver's license photo that looks like this." He turned it to face her and smiled. "Very hot." He began shaking it in the air. "And the beautiful thing is the feature of the residential address on here. Very handy."

Olivia looked away then, to the left, her gaze gong to the fireplace.

"What is it?" He lowered his voice and moved closer, throwing the photos and identification card off to the side, the items landing somewhere under the overturned couch, and then moved in to kneel next to her. "Hey, Baby…you feeling sentimental?"

Olivia felt the warmth of tears forming in her eyes now and without warning, she felt a stray drop begin its descent down her cheek.

Lewis smiled then—sardonic and evil—the grin sending chills along her arms and back. Her stomach hurled briefly as she witnessed this and she had to swallow hard and close her eyes.

"That wife of yours…she's OK. A little too skinny. But great tits and legs, though. But I'd do her while you watch or I could do you while she watches. But…" he began shaking his head, his eyes glazing over as his focus remained on her mouth, "…those little girls…now they're adorable…" His eyes refocused on Olivia now and he smiled. "Sweet-smelling, innocent little gems..."

Olivia swallowed again, the entire action a torturous task, and then set her gaze, unwavering, on the malevolent man next to her.

"What, Baby?" He reached forward now and let his hands stroke the tops of her thighs again, moving further upward now, just scarcely beginning to touch the middle seam on the crotch of her pants, letting his thumb linger there.

Olivia moaned in annoyance, loud and irritated, clenching her thighs together in a vice lock, trying not to allow him further access or inch his way any closer to his point of intention.

"Two little princesses...you've definitely been holding out on me…" he breathed, moving his hands around to the backs of her thighs, moving upward to try and cup her backside.

"You fucking leave my family alone…" she hissed. "Leave my…" And then her body heaved and she gasped as her mind went to the unimaginable, the tears forming again without her consent.

"Those little girls? A man like me. Would you kill for them, Detective? If a man like me were to ruin them? What do you say we stop by real quick and pick them up and bring them with us?"

Olivia's stomach was on the verge of rebelling now, whatever contents inside threatening to come out. "That's…that's the first place they'll look for me, W-William," she reasoned, attempting to try a new strategy. "We can't go there. They'll come looking for me there as soon as they realize I'm missing and after they come looking for me here. Which…" she swallowed again, closing her eyes and grimacing before continuing, "…will be soon. I know…my wife is…has already called my partner…they could be on their way here first."

Lewis smiled as he moved his hands upward now, that far-off, vile look still in his eyes. He brought his hands up further, letting his fingers just barely graze the undersides of her breasts before using firm hands to squeeze them roughly, bringing his face close, his hot, acrid breath against her mouth.

She felt the sharp pain in her breasts, his elbows digging into the tops of her thighs, her belly rolling with fear.

"You're right." He moved his face to the side of hers now, letting his mouth, his hot exhales brush against her ear. "Well, then I think you and I need to go on a little ride then. A little vacation."

"Not my family…please…" she whispered. "Please…do whatever you want to me but…" Olivia felt the bile rise inside, "…leave my kids and wife alone, please…"

And then he stood abruptly, the fury returning to his face.

"Begging? Making demands?" He took his large, booted foot and kicked her chair in between her legs, the motion fast and reactionary.

Her chair flew backward with a thud, the back of her head bouncing on the carpeted floor a couple of times before settling.

His entire body was on her now, his face close again. He pulled something from the floor and Olivia heard a ripping sound and then a roll of duct tape came into view as he tore it with his teeth.

"I'll do…" he placed the tape over her mouth, "…whatever I want to do…" He grabbed her face then and pressed his open mouth on top of the strip of silver before pulling away. "And you don't have shit to say about it."

Olivia watched him, his mood changing within seconds, as he stood and loomed over her. He took her keys from the coffee table and shoved them into his back pocket.

"Let's go for a ride." He smiled then, sending another wave of sickness throughout her body as she lay, waiting for whatever William Lewis intended to do with her next in this, the most traumatic experience she had ever had in her life.

Her world felt like it was crashing down around her, crumbling like an avalanche, as she filled the lead role in one of the worst situations she had ever been privy to in all of her years on the force.

She only prayed she got through and her family emerged unscathed, as well.

A/N: OK. So I am realizing that I'm gonna have to shift the timeline of this. We know Lewis had her for four days, but if Olivia had a family and had Alex to be the one that had to make decisions, etc., Olivia's absence would be noticed much sooner. So, that being said, Olivia will not be kept in captivity for an entire four days. What we saw on the episode also occurred in here, but it happened in a shorter amount of time.

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Patricia