Chapter 7

Monday 5.30 am: Squadroom

Elliot stormed in the squadroom.

"First it was your partner and now it's you, what's the problem with you guys and the art of sleeping?", a sarcastic Munch greeted him.

"Olivia disappeared", a sharp Elliot answered.

"What?", Fin and Munch said with one voice.

"Elliot!", Cragen walked out his office, "a patrol unit just found the car in front of Flynn's building.

Go there, I'll have to keep at bay 1PP. Let me know when you'll get there."

"Could you enlighten us please?", asked Fin following Elliot out of the squadroom.

"I'll brief you on the way. Let's move." Elliot rushed into the elevator.

Monday 6.00 am: in front of Flynn's building

"So, Olivia left yesterday afternoon 'cause she was tired. In the middle of the night your sixth sense told you that something was wrong; you tried to call her but her cell was off, so you went at her apartment but she didn't answer even after you almost smashed down the door. My recap right?" asked Munch as they were getting off the car.

"Yep", said Elliot heading to his and her partner vehicle.

They looked inside from the window.

"She posted here for a while", said Fin noticing the remnants on the passenger seat.

"The door is closed, she left on her own. Munch, go check the garage with the agents. Fin and I will go at Flynn's apartment.", ordered Elliot.

Fin and Elliot took the stairs to the second floor, turned in the corridor and

"What a surprise!", snorted Fin.

Flynn was lying down on the floor leaning against the door of his apartment with the head dangling on his chest. He was sleeping and a drizzle of saliva was dripping down the corner of his mouth.

"Wake up sleeping beauty!", yelled Fin.

Elliot grabbed him for the jacket and shook him up energetically.

"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell you think you're doing?"

"Detective Benson, where is she?", Elliot shouted at him.

"Who?" Flynn was still numb but another shake from Elliot awakened him, "How the hell would I know?" Flynn then, started to laugh "You lost your bitch?"

Elliot lift him up and slammed Flynn face against the door and then against the wall.

Flynn screamed for the pain "Listen, I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Yeeeh? Let's go have a chit-chat at the department", Elliot said enraged after having him handcuffed.

Monday around same time: unknown location

Hot, muggy, maybe too much muggy for a wonderful day like that one. The sound of the breaking waves on shore, relaxed on a deck chair with an ice-cold glass on the cheek to fight the heat.

Wait a minute, how could the glass be up there if she wasn't holding it? And that chair? A pillow would have been a good idea; her neck and head were sore.

Slowly the sound of the waves transformed in an intermittent blow, some kind of hiss.

Olivia opened her eyes, it was all a blur; she batted her eyelids a few times before she could actually see shapes. She tried to focus: the cold glass on her cheek was in reality concrete and the humidity was caused by hot steam. Well, the deck chair was the ground she was sitting on, but if the concrete wall was on her left, where her head was resting on, what was the curvy surface behind her back? Not another wall for sure.

Olivia decided to raise her head to see what was back there.

"Oww!" she sighed. A sharp pain starting from the top of her head, ran through her neck, to end between her scapular.

"Damn!" Olivia whispered.

"Hey, are you awake?", a voice behind her asked.

"What?", Olivia was still retrieving from that twinge.

"The guy must have knocked you out quite good."

"Hailey? Hailey Hughs?"

"Yes, and you're a cop."

"Olivia Benson, how do you know I'm a cop?."

"When he brought you here, he took away your badge and gun before tying you up with me".

"Tied? That's why I couldn't hold the glass." Olivia thought.

She looked down and saw her arms cross-tied with Hailey's forming an X shape on each side of their bodies. They weren't tied by the waist though. It was just tape, but lot of it.

"Did he do anything to you?" asked Olivia worried about the answer she could get.

"No, nothing. He just brought me here. He comes a couple of times a day with food and to let me use the restroom. He said, he should have let the waters calm down and only then, we'll be able to have fun together. How did he get you?"

"It's a long story, we didn't have proofs against the guy we thought kidnapped you; the same guy you and Joy see everyday in campus and at Cindy's. We knew he had a van and since he was arrested before for…"

"The creepy –sandwich-and-beer- guy?" Hailey interrupted her.

"His name's Dixon Flynn."

"But it's not him."

Olivia just couldn't believe her ears. It took her a few seconds before she could move her jaw and emit a sound together.

"You're saying he is not the guy whom abducted you?" Olivia turned her head to the right to see better Hailey, forgetting about the fact that the sudden move would have resulted in another pang.