Unknown Wearhouse

Olivia couldn't believe it, what was happening to her, after all she was a strong NYPD Detective, how could she let this happen to herself? She pondered this for only a few seconds, then all of her attention was focused on Elvis again, as he put his hand on her thigh and began to rub his hand up and down it.

"Stop it, you sick asshole." She spat out trying to be brave.

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asked as his hand traveled closer to her privates. Olivia took in a deep breath, she knew what as coming, and she couldn't stop him, her hand and feet were bound to this metal chair, and screaming wouldn't help, it would only make it worse. She bit the inside of her cheek as she prepared for the worst.

Elvis's phone rang, "Yea." He said into the phone.

"Look, Don't hurt her too much, Elvis, got it?" Bobby says as a reminder.

"We are just having a little fun here, boss, don't worry." Elvis says as he stares into Olivia's big brown eyes, giving her a disgusting smile as he rubs his hand up and down her privates.

"I'm serious Elvis, blue-eyes pulled through for us, the evidence is gone, so don't hurt the leverage." Bobby says sternly.

"Good to hear." Elvis says before Bobby hangs up.

"Now where were we." Elvis asks as he continues rubbing her.

"Listen, you don't-you don't wanna do this." Olivia murmur's out, her voice cracked as she spoke, she was trying not to cry. She felt disgusting, and it was only the beginning.

"Oh, I think I do." Elvis says as he slips one hand under her shirt, and grabs her breast,

"Please...please don't." She begs with him as he squeezed harder.

He looked at her as if she was a piece of meat, and he was a hungry beast, she was terrified.

Nick, Fin, and Amanda piled into a unmarked vehicle, and headed to the biker's club in downtown Jersey, the plan wasn't well thought out, or even really much of a plan at all, they just knew there was only a few ways to go about this, and heading in as cops was a sure way to get Olivia killed.

"Alright, so, me and Nick will be coming in separately at different times tonight after you've been in there for about thirty minutes or so." Fin repeats the 'plan' one more time.

"If anything goes south on your end, order a beer, we'll know to come get you out." Nick adds.

"If you manage to get to leave with him, then we will follow behind, if you need us before then-." Fin was cut off.

"I know, I know..call you guys. Sorry, I just wanna hurry up, and help Olivia." Amanda says as she steps out of the car. "I'm sorry guys, I'm sorry about it all." Amanda leans down and says quietly before she shimmy's off into the bar, her head held high, she lights a cigarette before heading in.

As she walks into the smoke filled club, she see's Bobby, but not Elvis, and that worries her even more for Olivia. She takes a seat close to Bobby and his crew. "Jack on the rocks." Amanda says loudly to the bartender as it was pretty loud and rowdy inside.

"And it's on me." Amanda could hear Bobby yell at the bartender, and when she looked over at him, he gave her a wink. Amanda gave him a daring smile, and when the bartender handed her, her shot, she started walking towards Bobby.

"Hey there sweet cheeks." Bobby said slapping her ass as she leaned over the bar in front of him, putting her cigarette out.

"Hey." She said in a flirtatious manner, biting her lip.

"Damn, honey, looks like you're trying to come home with me." Bobby said laughing, all of his crew was making sexual comments, and howling at her as well, Amanda had never felt so uncomfortable, but she knew her crew had her back, she only hoped Olivia knew that too.

"Why don't we go back here, where it's more private?" Bobby says as he grabs her by the waist, and pulls her near.

*Tapping on window

Fin rolls down the window, he see's four large men, covered in tattoo's, and they looked pissed. "What's up?" Fin asked, as he really didn't know what to expect.

"Just wondering why you two are setting outside of our club, and I've never seen you here before." A man basically growled out.

"Just waiting on a friend, that's all." Fin said as he reached for his gun.

"Why don't you two come in and wait for her? I'll buy you a beer." Another man suggested.

"No, we are all good here." Fin added.

"Get out of the fucking car." The first man demands.

"Get out of my fucking face." Fin says as he pulls his gun out, and points it at the man.

On the other side of the car there are two more men, who have began beating on Nick's window.

Fin opened his door and got out, "We have to go get our friend now." Fin says pointing his gun at the men. Nick had gotten out as well, "Stand the fuck back, or I'll put a bullet in all of you." Nick said as he stepped back around the car, so he'd be with Fin.

"You two are idiot pigs." A man muffled as they all six pulled there guns out at once.

"Now I'd suggest you two put the weapons on the ground, and your hands behind your back." The leader of the group said.

They complied hesitantly, they were out numbered in men, and out numbered in gun, they had really no choice "Dammit, now we've lost Amanda, and are never gonna get Liv, son of a bitch." Fin said with anger as he was put in cuffs, and then Nick.

"Take them and put them in the van, I'll tell Bobby." The leader of the group said as he headed back in.

"I sure don't, blue-eyes." Bobby said as he pulled her into the back of the club. Amanda was shocked, and scared, "how did he know?" she thought to herself, "maybe it was an accident?" she had only hoped.

"Blue-eyes? I think you've had too much to drink." Amanda tries to laugh it off.

"No, but I do think you're one dumb bitch." Bobby exclaims as he slams Amanda into the wall, and pins her to it. "I told you, I have eyes everywhere, and you went and tried to play me." Bobby explained.

A/N: Whose gonna save them now? Stay tuned to see what happens to our favorite detectives. Please leave comments on anything you'd like to see, suggestions, and reviews, thank you!