Elliot walked slowly into the squad room, his broken ribs causing pain whenever he moved. The room was vacant and he felt a stab of disappointment that everyone wasn't here to work on finding Olivia.

Cragen must have read his mind. "Everyone's out following up on every possible lead. No one has slept. No one is going to stop until we find her." He put a hand on Elliot's shoulder. "I know you love her Elliot, but we do too. Olivia is the heart of SVU. We're her family. We won't let her down."

He motioned towards a table. "Sit down and I'll go over what we know so far."

Elliot sat down and Cragen started to go through the files. He rehashed some of the information he already knew. It was a horrifying litany of lives destroyed. And even though Elliot wanted to hear it all, he couldn't stop thinking about what Olivia might be going through right now. She was strong and well trained; she was incredibly smart. But he knew she didn't have her gun, and that she would be no match for those men physically. If they did to her what they did to these other women to break them…

"Elliot."

His head snapped up and he realized he had been lost in thought and hadn't been listening to what Cragen was saying.

But Cragen knew what was on his mind. "You can't think like that."

"But she can't overpower three men with guns. Maybe more. They could have drugged her. She could be tied up."

"Stop it!" Cragen practically roared because he had been working hard to keep those exact same images out of his mind. "We have to stay focused."

"You're right." Elliot said. "Keep going with what we've learned from the leads we have." He grunted in pain as he shifted in his seat and he swallowed some more Tylenol. He wasn't going to take the pain meds they had prescribed. They would knock him out and that wasn't going to happen. Cragen started talking and they poured over every interview and every lead they'd had.

When they were done, Elliot looked at his watch. It was 3 AM. They had been reviewing these files for hours. He knew it had been late afternoon when they stormed the warehouse, so Olivia had been missing for almost 36 hours now.

Fin and Munch walked back into the squad room just a few minutes later, and Munch headed for the coffee machine and poured a cup before he and Fin sat down next to Elliot and the Captain.

"Hey man. How you holding up?" asked Fin. As much as he didn't really like Elliot all that much, he knew the man had to be going out of his mind.

"Just tell me you found something." Elliot said. He knew by the dejected looks on their faces that they hadn't.

"It's like this guy vanished into thin air." Munch said. "People are definitely afraid of him. No one's talking."

"So we think he's gone? Left the city already?"

Munch shrugged. "I don't know. He has a pretty large organization here, so I know it would take a while to close that down. But he was working on it already. I mean, that warehouse was bare. Clean. They had wiped it down. No evidence except some of your blood and Olivia's things." He took a sip of coffee. "And kidnapping an NYPD officer is pretty brazen. I can't imagine he would stay in the city."

"Yeah, except the guy has an ego like no one else. He probably thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants and get away with it." Said Fin.

"Yeah, and he is definitely enjoying this. He's rubbing it in our faces. Sending us photos of Liv. He knows were searching for her but it's just a game to him." Munch chimed in again.

"Photos?" Elliot said. He turned towards Cragen. "We got more photos of Liv?"

Cragen shot Munch a look, pissed that he had let that slip. "We just got one more about an hour ago. It's pretty much the same as the other one. She doesn't appear to be hurt."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Elliot said. "Are you holding back other information?" He was yelling now. He slammed his hand down on the table. "Goddamnit. You don't get to keep stuff from me. This is Olivia. My partner." He stood up. "I want to see it."

Cragen shook his head. "You don't need to see it." He knew seeing the photo would send Elliot into a blind rage.

"Are you fucking joking right now? Show me the goddamned photo or I'm going to tear this precinct apart until I find it." Elliot gritted his teeth. "Show me."

Cragen looked at Munch and he opened his desk drawer, retrieving the photo. He sighed heavily as he handed it to Elliot.

Elliot sank down in his chair as he looked at the photo. The photo was nothing like the one before. Olivia was still unconscious and still stripped down to her bra and underwear, but this time, her hands were bound to the frame of the bed and a man was in the photo, stripped down to a pair of briefs. He was kneeling between her legs as he loomed over her. Whoever had taken the photo had made sure to get enough of her so they could see she was unconscious and practically naked, but not enough of the man to show any distinguishing features except for a tattoo on his left arm. His face was hidden.

Cragen let out a heavy sigh. "The photo doesn't mean anything. He's taunting us." It was hard to look at the photo and not wonder what happened next. After the photo was taken. He wondered if there would be more.

"Do we know who he is?" Elliot said, his jaw still clenched but his tone an eerie calm.

"We think his name is Javier Garcia. We looked through mugshots and found the tattoo." Cragen said. "We pulled a long sheet on him. It's what you'd expect."

"Javi." Said Elliot. "This is the guy that was kicking the shit out of me. Do you have a mug shot?"

Cragen handed him a photo.

"That's him." Said Elliot.

"Well, he has worked for Diaz for a long time. It's good to have positive confirmation, but I don't know that it gets us anywhere."

A uniform came rushing into the squad room, waving a sheet of paper. "We got a tip. Some woman in the Bronx was complaining about a loud argument going on and said she's fed up with the stuff that's been going on next door. Detectives followed up and found out she's been suspicious of activity in the house for quite a while but that it's been getting worse. They showed her a photo of Diaz and some of his known associates and she identified your CI, Martinez. She thinks she saw him go into the house last night."

Elliot jumped up. "Let's go."

Cragen held out his hands. "Hold on. We have to confirm and come up with a plan. We can't just go storming in there."

"Like hell." Elliot said. "Every second we wait could make a big difference."

"You want to go in half-cocked and get her killed?" Cragen yelled, knowing he had to get Elliot under control. He wanted to move as quickly as possible, but they had to have a plan. They had to bring in the SWAT team. And they had to have reasonable assurance that this was where Olivia was being held. "Listen to me. It looks like maybe we got lucky here. But we don't even know if that's where she's being held. It was one woman identifying one man. For all we know, it could be his mom's house."

Elliot fisted his hands. He knew Cragen was right but not doing anything was killing him.

The uni was still standing there. "Detective Murphy is waiting for direction. Here's his cell number." He handed Cragen the info and the Captain pulled out his phone and dialed the number right away. "Cragen here. I want you to tell me everything you have." He put the phone on speaker and set it down on the table, and Murphy proceeded to relay all the information he had.

EOEOEOEO

Olivia tried to regain her footing as Javi dragged her out of the room, but her feet were freezing and her body wasn't cooperating and he had no patience. She stumbled and he lost his hold on her and she fell to the ground. He lifted his boot and gave her a swift kick in her thigh and she cried out as pain shot through her. "Stupid bitch."

She looked up and saw Carlos walking towards them. "What's the problem here?" he asked.

"Stupid whore isn't listening." He said. He lifted his foot to give her another kick but Carlos put his hand on.

"Boss said not to mark her up. He wants her looking good for tonight."

Javi let out a frustrated sound as his foot hit the ground. "Well, she's already a fucking mess." He motioned down at her. "Look at her."

Olivia looked back and forth between them, uncertain if she should get up or stay put. She couldn't see a weapon on Javi, but Carlos had a gun in his hand. She wondered if she could possibly grab it while they were arguing and shoot them both. She swallowed hard, trying to calculate her best option for reaching it quickly and getting a shot off. But before she even had another second to consider, Carlos had wrapped a hand around her bicep and was hauling her up off the ground.

"You need a shower." He said, pushing her towards the bathroom. He turned to Javi. "Go get that dress the boss wants her to wear."

Olivia had stopped a few steps outside the bathroom, holding her thigh and gently rubbing the spot where Javi had kicked her. As much as a nice warm shower sounded wonderful to her freezing cold body, there was no way she was taking her clothes off.

"Get in there." Carlos said, waving the gun at her. Olivia hesitated and she could see the scowl on his face. "You're not going to give me any trouble now are you?"

She was mad at herself for her hesitation earlier. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly. The small amount of food and water, and the cold, was affecting her ability to think. She looked at Carlos and saw she was now alone with him, and that he didn't seem to have a very good grip on the gun. She wished for some kind of distraction. He didn't perceive her as a threat, so if he was distracted then maybe she could get it.

He shoved her with his left hand. "Get the fuck in there. I'm not going to tell you again." He pushed her again and she moved into the bathroom. He shut the door behind them and her mind was racing. He was going to force her to take a shower while he watched her.

No fucking way. Think Benson. There had to be some way out of this. She was out of the locked room and it was one on one. This was her best chance of getting out of here.

"I'm not going to take a shower with you in here. I need some privacy." She said. She knew there was no way he would comply, but she had to try. She had to play the part.

Carlos snorted. "I told you that you don't get to make demands. Now get in the fucking shower."

Olivia pulled the old shower curtain aside and looked inside the tub. There was mold and mildew everywhere and she shuddered at the filth. She didn't even want to stand in there with her bare feet. She looked at the shower curtain. It was old with some kind of faded floral pattern on it, but at least it wasn't see through.

She turned on the water and tried to adjust the temperature. She ran her hand beneath the spray and it was ice cold. She hoped that if she let it run for a few minutes, there would be some warm water. She turned and looked at Carlos and saw he was about only about four feet away from her, leaning up against the counter and watching her. He had his arms crossed and she could see the gun was still in his right hand as it rested over his left arm.

She took in a deep breath. This was it. Her one chance. She had no illusions about his nature; he was involved in a ruthless sex ring, and had no doubt raped hundreds of women. But she also knew that he wouldn't cross Diaz. So if Diaz told her she wasn't to be physically injured, he wouldn't.

She played with the hem of her t-shirt. "So…" she said, pasting a fake smile on her face. She dropped her head slightly and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I was thinking…" She was trying to sound seductive and she hoped he couldn't hear the tremor in her voice. It took all of her concentration to look him in the eyes and not to look at the gun.

He narrowed his eyes at her but didn't move.

She took a few steps towards him, putting a little sway in her hips. She still had her hands on the hem of her t-shirt and she lifted it up and over her head, so she was standing in just her bra and panties. "I thought maybe we could be friends." She saw his eyes drop to her breasts and she thought maybe…just maybe…she could pull this off. She only needed to distract him enough to grab the gun.

She pulled her bottom lip under her top teeth and took a few steps closer, trailing her fingers across the swell of her breasts. "You've been nicer to me than the others." She was just a half a foot away from him now and his eyes met hers again. She saw a small smile on his face and he dropped his crossed arms, letting them fall to his side. Then his free hand came up and rested on her waist.

Olivia was breathing heavily. Carlos probably thought it was desire but she knew it was nerves.

This was working.

She splayed her hand across his chest, inwardly cringing at the thought of having to kiss him. Carlos ran his hand up her side and then over her shoulder and toyed with the strap of her bra. He leaned in slightly and she saw the look in his eyes. She tried not to shudder.

She closed her eyes, waiting for him to make a move as she felt his hand slide down towards her breast. She could feel his breath on her face and she had to fight the urge not to move away from him.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?" Her eyes shot open as he shoved her hard against her chest. She stumbled backwards but her thigh was still in agony and she completely lost her balance. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bathtub and she fell in, grabbing the shower curtain and ripping it from the pole as she tumbled into the tub. She smacked her head on the tile wall and was out.

The bathroom door flew open a half minute later and Javi ran in. Diaz barged in behind him and shoved Javi and Carlos aside and looked down at Olivia lying in the tub. Her legs were still over the edge and the shower curtain was tangled beneath her. The water was pouring down on her body and there was blood mixing in with the water from where her head was resting against the opposite wall.

"You dumb fucks! What the hell happened?" He turned on Carlos. "You can't handle a fucking woman?" He was enraged.

"She was coming on to me. She was trying to get my gun." He said, trying to defend himself.

Diaz didn't care about his excuse. "How the fuck am I supposed to take video now? I told you I needed to have her in top form for our little show tonight and this is what I get?" He grabbed Carlos gun from his hand and pointed it at him. "I should fucking kill you."

Carlos steeled himself. He, Javi and Martinez had already argued with him tonight about his plan for this cop. About the risks he was taking by staying in the city. They thought he should get out of town now, with or without her. But Diaz and a couple of his other top soldiers made sure they knew who was boss. Who made the decisions. And now he knows he fucked up again.

Diaz drew his arm back and whipped Carlos in the head with the gun. Carlos was knocked out cold and fell to the ground, hitting his head on the toilet bowl on the way down. Javi looked down at him and then back at Diaz.

"Get her out of there." Diaz said.

"And do what with her?"

"Do I have to do every goddamn thing around here myself? Figure it out!" Diaz stormed out of the bathroom. His plans for his little show tonight were ruined and now he was pissed off. He knew Carlos and the others had been right. He needed to get out of this city. But he was furious with the NYPD. Trying to shut down his operation. They didn't know how they were fucking with. He had just needed one more day. Now that plan was ruined.

He knew the NYPD would have a hard time tracking them down, but he also knew they wouldn't quit. The pressure was getting intense and it was only going to get worse. It wasn't safe to stay here anymore. He had a decision to make now. He could wait and see what kind of shape the woman was in when she woke up and then hopefully go ahead with the show and subsequent sale, or he could get out of town and take her along, delaying his plan for a few more days. Or he could kill her and escape without the baggage taking her along would bring.

He had reached his desk and stood there. He didn't like it when things didn't go as planned. He let out a loud growl and swiped all of the items off his desk, sending everything clattering to the floor. "Fuck!"

Javi heard the commotion and hustled into action. He needed to get her situated and then get the hell out of Diaz's way. He reached in and turned off the shower. He looked around for a towel but he didn't see one. He rushed out of the bathroom and went into one of the bedrooms down the hall. He didn't see any towels so he pulled a bedspread off the bed. He ran back into the bathroom and laid it out on the floor. He leaned in and scooped Olivia out of the tub, struggling a little with her dead weight and slippery body. He half dropped, half laid her on top of the bedspread and then wrapped it around her. He bent down and lifted her in his arms, and then walked towards the bedroom they had been holding her in. He lay her down on the bed and turned to walk out. He hesitated and looked back at her.

He had heard what Carlos had said about her trying to escape. Not on my watch.

He walked into the living room to find the rope they had used to tie her up before. He looked around and didn't see Diaz in the room and he let out a sigh of relief. He grabbed the rope and walked back to where Olivia was lying. She was still unconscious. He looped the rope around her wrists and then through the frame of the bed above her head, making sure they were tight. He leaned over slightly and was glad that he could hear her breathing. With the light from the hallway, he could see a slight rise and fall of her chest. He breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't want to have to tell Diaz she was dead. He left the bedspread wrapped around her loosely, her legs sticking out from the end. He considered tying her ankles together but decided it wasn't necessary.

She wasn't going anywhere. He chuckled to himself. At least not yet.