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December 24, 2010

3:48 A.M.

"You little prick! Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily? We had a plan! You'd still be rotting away in Rikers if it weren't for me!"

It was Lowell Harris. Olivia couldn't, wouldn't believe it was him. His face was cold. A cresant scar, a scar she put there, shined under his eye. This was an ambush, a plan for revenge against Olivia. What had happened before would be nothing compared to what she feared would come next. Olivia was bitting her lower lip so hard it bled.

"Don't try anything stupid, Harris. I have friends here." White's face was finally tranforming back to it's pasty, cocky self.

"Johnathan, Chris! Get in here now!" White called out for his two goons with a smug smile. Harris simply shook his head and laughed.

"You're wastin' your time. I already took care of your so called..."friends". Guess you were too busy fucking around with that little bitch to notice. You never were very intelligent." He shrugged his shoulders and began casually walking around the room.

White's smile immediately left his face.

"Listen, Harris. You're here now. Let's just stay calm." White's voice was cracking.

"Stay calm? You mean like how I stayed calm when you left me alone at that motel? When you took all the information I worked so hard to get? When I learned you already abducted that cunt? I am plenty calm..." Harris's eyes were hard, filled with anger. White knew he was in trouble. He needed to save his own ass.

"Lo-look, I'mmm so-sorry,man. I haven't even messed around with her yet." White pointed back toward Olivia. "You, you can have her first, okay? Like..like we planned be..before." White gave Harris a nervous smile.

Harris rolled his eyes. "It's a little too late for apologizes, Richard. You act all superior and tough when you're really nothin' but a big pussy. Look at you, pleading for my forgiveness, you're pathetic." Harris reached into his coat and pulled out a gun.

"No! Harris, please! Don't do..." The shot echoed through the room. Olivia jumped and tried to control the scream that escaped her mouth. White's corspe lay right in front of her. Harris snickered to himself before turning his attention to Olivia. He was completely unphased by what he had just done.

"Alright bitch it's time to go."

"Go? Go wh-where?" Olivia couldn't control her shaking voice. She wanted to kick herself. She sounded pitiful. Harris flashed her a quick smile.

"If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" He turned around and walked out of the room. Olivia banged the back of her head softly on the wall behind her. She looked down at White. He just laid there in his own blood, eyes wide open, mouth slightly ajar. She wanted to be glad that White was dead. She should be thrilled. Hot tears began streaming down her face. Harris would be worse, much worse.

Olivia continued to stare down at the floor as footsteps made their way towards her. Harris towered over her. He had brought the key to unlock the handcuffs. He unlocked her right wrist and Olivia came crashing to the floor. She was weak, exhausted. The only reason she could stand before was because she had had no choice. Dried blood was crusted all over her arm and shirt sleeve. Suddenly, Olivia felt a sharp pain radiate through her stomach. Harris had kicked her, hard. The beating earlier only made the pain she felt now sharper. She couldn't breathe.

"Get up, whore! We don't have time for you to just lay around." Harris grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up off the ground. That's when she heard it. The click of handcuffs. Her arms were now trapped uselessly behind her back. He practically had to drag Olivia out of the building. The sad thing was she wasn't even resisting, she was out of energy.

Outside was dark and snow buried the ground. Trees surrounded them. A dark colored SUV was parked out front. Olivia was freezing. She had no jacket and her shirt was pratically all the way undone. Harris opened the backseat and tossed Olivia inside.

"You even think about running," he took out his gun and gently caressed her cheek, "You're dead, got it?" Olivia's eyes remained glued floor. Harris snarled and slammed the car door shut before taking his place in the driver's seat.

"You may be able to ignore me now, but I highly doubt you'll be able to later." He laughed before starting the vehicle. Olivia sat in a daze, looking out the the window at the stars as they took off. That's when it hit her. Munch.

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Elliot was going through the parking lot videos when Cragen and Fin came crashing in.

"Stabler, I, we think we know who has Olivia and Munch." Elliot tore the paper from Cragen's hands and quickly scanned through the list of names. His stomach twisted into a knot and he instantly felt sick.

Stabler gritted his teeth. "I think we're looking for more than one who."

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