Oh my gosh, I had so much fun writing this chapter! I'll tell you beforehand that there is one scene that's a little bit naughty and a whole lot of funny. Picturing Steve and Olivia in this situation had me smiling as I wrote.

Hope you enjoy!
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Steve had no idea how long he'd been out, but when he woke up, his hands and ankles were zip tied and he had a headache that rivaled any hangover he'd had in his life. As his senses became more acute, he realized he wasn't alone. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness around him until he made out the figure of a woman in the room with him.

It was Olivia.

He tried to scoot towards her. "Livie…You okay?"

"Steve?" Her voice cracked.

"Yeah, sweetie. It's me. Are you okay?"

"I have a mother of a headache."

"Yeah, me too. Tell me what happened."

Olivia heard the frustration in his voice and couldn't blame him. She knew she'd screwed up and now they were both in deep shit.

"I got a call this morning saying the girls were at this motel. It was anonymous…..and before you ask, I already tried to trace the number and found out it was a burner phone. Untraceable. Anyway, they told me the girls were here and to come alone if I wanted to help."

Steve let out a long sigh. "But you should know better than to come alone on something like this. Why didn't you call me?"

"Yes….I do know better…..but I had to try." Olivia's voice sounded so sad, he felt his heart twist. "They are babies, Steve. We could be running out of time. Some of them have already been gone for several days. I had to try to do whatever I could do to save them!"

Steve took a calming breath and willed himself to keep his voice calm. "I get it…..I promise you, I do. And I'm gonna get us out of this, Liv. I promise."

He heard her sniff.

"Do you have any idea where the girls are being held?""

"I'm assuming they're all in separate rooms since Leilani wasn't sure if she was the only one or not. The motel owner must be involved and have at least one accomplice. The tip I got this morning said she thinks the owner is part of a human trafficking ring. There is an 'auction' coming up in the next couple of days, but she swore that was all she knew. If we don't find them soon, we could be too late. That's why I had to come over as soon as I heard."

Olivia coughed and shivered again. "And before you start to lecture me, let me say again….YES! I knew better than to come here alone, but…" Her breathing started to pick up before becoming erratic. "Oh my God, Steve what are we going to do?!"

Steve knew the signs of panic and scooted himself closer to her. He didn't stop until he was right by her side. He wanted to hold her so badly, but the ties were making that impossible.

"Breathe, Liv….Come on. Take deep breaths with me." Steve said softly as he tried to work the ties off his wrists. It was no use…They were too tight and already cutting into his wrists.

He was relieved when he heard her comply and start to inhale.

"Four seconds in through your nose…" Steve said as he breathed with her.

"And four seconds out through your mouth…." He continued.

"Combat breathing," Olivia said shaking her head. "Daddy taught this to me."

Steve couldn't help but smile. "That's right, babe. Combat breathing. Let's do it together."

After several times going through the breathing mantra and hearing her calm down, Steve felt better.

"We're getting out of here and we're gonna save these girls. I promise you…we can do it. But I need for you to stay with me. Can you do that?"

Olivia shook her head.

Steve leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Jerry knows where we are, so if he doesn't hear from us, he'll know something is wrong."

Unfortunately, Steve was wrong. The kidnappers were smarter than that.

As if on cue, the door opened and a man wearing a black ski mask entered the room. Steve and Olivia were both weak from whatever they'd been injected with earlier and were powerless to stop what happened next. They were both given more and subdued quickly.

Steve woke sometime later to realize they were in a different location. The room was bare and had cement walls and floor. There was one window high up on the wall which was blocked by iron bars, so chances of using that as an escape was doubtful. The room had no furnishings of any kind either.

Olivia was slumped over on Steve's lap, so he gently tried to wake her. When she began to stir, she let out a low moan and then tried to sit up.

"Where are we?" she asked groggily.

"I don't know," Steve answered. "but we need to get out of here."

Olivia let out a humorless chuckle. "And how do you suppose we do that, Commander?"

"Have faith," Steve said. "I just need to figure out a way to get this tie off of my hands."

Suddenly, she remembered something. "Wait! I have a pocket knife on me!"

"Seriously?" Steve asked. "And you didn't tell me this before because…..?"

"Well, unlike you, this isn't an everyday thing for me, Steven! Besides, I can barely think around the pounding in my head right now."

Steve sighed, "You're right…..I'm sorry. So where do you have it?"

"Uh…Ummmmm…..well…"she squirmed uncomfortably.

"Liv?" Steve didn't understand the hesitation. It was almost as if she was embarrassed to tell him. "Where is it?" he asked again.

"It's um….in my bra."

Steve's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"

"Yes," she snapped. "Dad always told me to carry some sort of knife in an inconspicuous place in case I ever needed it. And let's face it, when someone searches for weapons, they usually don't feel a woman's breasts. It's the best place I could think of."

Steve couldn't help but grin, "Yep. That's definitely a good place. Remind me to thank Joe later."

"Not funny." She frowned at him but he didn't miss the spark he saw in her eyes.

Steve tried to wipe the grin off his face and get more serious. "Okay, sorry…..but we need to get that knife. I'll have to try to get it out and drop it. Then you'll have to pick it up and try to cut the tie off my wrists."

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Are you kidding me?!"

Definitely need a new hiding place from now on, Olivia thought to herself.

"We don't have a choice, Liv. If we're going to get out of here, we have to get these off…In order to get them off, we have to get the knife."

"I know, I know," she sighed heavily. "Fine…so how do you wanna do this?"

"I need you to lay on your side so I can try to get it out."

"I can't believe this is happening," she said even as she complied. "Don't get fresh with me sailor!"

Steve couldn't help but chuckle, "Would you just lay down. I'll be a perfect gentleman, I promise."

"Mmmhmm…" She didn't sound convinced.

Once she'd maneuvered herself back down on her side, Steve scooted around so his hands could move towards the buttons on her shirt. As soon as he touched her, he felt goosebumps rise on her chest and heard her slight intake of breath. Thank goodness, she couldn't see the grin on his face. And had someone forced him, he would've had to admit the small touch had affected him too.

Olivia tried to give him directions by telling him what side it was on. True to his word, Steve tried to be a gentleman but had to admit touching her again was incredible. Feeling the way her nipples hardened at his touch threatened to make him come undone. Trying to keep his thoughts on the task at hand, he finally got his fingers around the small pocket knife and pulled it out before dropping it to the floor.

He let out a breath. "Okay, Livie. Now it's your turn. Think you can open it and try to cut my tie?"

"I think so."

After some trial and error, she was able to open the knife and carefully get the tie off Steve's hands. He moved quickly to cut the rest of their ties. As soon as Olivia's hands were free, she threw them around his neck and held on as if her life depended on it. Steve realized in that moment how terrified she truly was.

He put his arms around her and held her close. "It's okay now, sweetie. We're going to get out of here."

"But how? We have no weapons and there is no way we can reach that window! Even if we COULD reach it, those bars would keep us in here."

"I've been thinking about that and I think our only option is to give them a surprise attack."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning we wait for them to return and then take them out."

"That's it? That's your plan?!" she sounded frustrated.

"Do you have a better idea? Because I'm open to anything." Steve snapped.

Olivia sighed, "No. I guess we don't have a choice, do we?"

After several silent moments, Steve realized Olivia was getting drowsy. The drugs in their system were probably having that effect on her but they had to fight it. He wished they had water to drink and work on flushing it out of their systems.

"Livie, stay with me. We have to stay awake if we're going to get out of this."

"I know…Just…so…tired," she yawned and started to doze off.

"Olivia!" Steve said before giving her a little shake.

Her eyes popped back open.

"We have to stay awake," he repeated. "So let's talk about something."

"Okay…..what do you want to talk about?"

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Meanwhile back at HQ, the Five-0 team was getting desperate to find Steve and Olivia. A search of the motel had gained nothing. Steve and Olivia were nowhere to be found; The girls had already been moved to another location; and the manager was AWOL.

The only thing they'd accomplished was talking to a member of the housekeeping staff who'd also been the one to make an anonymous call tipping Olivia off that morning. She'd inadvertently found one of the girls the previous morning when she entered a room that wasn't on her list for cleaning. The manager caught her, threatened her with her life, and then moved the girl elsewhere. She was the sole provider for her family's income and didn't want to lose her job. Rather than going to the police, she'd made an anonymous call asking for someone in charge of the investigation that had been on the news about the missing girls.

Other than that, she hadn't been able to give them any more leads.

Both Steve and Olivia's phones had been found at the hotel, as well, so there was no way to trace them.

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Steve and Olivia had exhausted all forms of small talk although Steve kept trying things to keep her awake.

The sun had set and the only light coming through the tiny window above them was that of the moon.

They'd both grown silent lost in their thoughts.

"Do you ever think about her?" Steve asked quietly.

Olivia knew who he meant; Their baby girl. The one she'd lost twenty years earlier.

"All the time. Whenever I work a case like this…Or see a girl who's the same age as her." she answered sadly. "And especially on July 23rd."

Their baby's due date, Steve remembered.

"Yeah, me too." He admitted.

Olivia let out a long sigh. "Do you ever think about how different things could have been? If I wouldn't have miscarried, I mean?"

"Sometimes," Steve said honestly. "But I like to think things happen for a reason, Livie. Living in the past can kill you…..Trust me, I know."

Olivia knew he was talking about what had happened with his parents. She'd heard tidbits from her dad over the last few years after Steve's dad had been murdered and then finding out his mom was still alive. It was a lot to take on.

"You would have resented me," she said.

Steve gave her a curious look. "What do you mean?"

"If we would've gotten married and had a baby that young, you would've resented me eventually. And truthfully, I may have resented you too. We wouldn't be where we are today."

Steve shook his head in disbelief, "I could never resent you. I mean….yeah….things would have been different, but…"

Steve's voice trailed off and he looked away.

"But what?" Olivia probed gently.

Steve looked down at his hands before turning his eyes back to her. The emotion she saw took her breath away.

"Truth is I never stopped loving you, Olivia."

Olivia felt a lump in her throat at his admission.

He had never stopped loving her? Wow…just wow.

"We would've found a way to make it work," Steve continued.

Olivia's heart skipped as she reached out to touch his cheek. "I never stopped loving you either."

Staring into each other's eyes, they started to a feel a familiar 'pull' drawing them together, but just as Steve started to lean in and taste the lips he'd dreamt about a million times, they heard a vehicle approaching.

Olivia's breath hitched, "They're back!" she whispered.

"Let's get ready!" Steve said. "Do everything I say…..and I mean everything…..and I'll get us out of here. Understand?"