Resurrection Day 8

Olivia Recalls….

Day 187

Author's note: Can you believe this fic is 43 pages long? LOL! It's the longest fic that I have ever written! Thanks for the continuing inspiration! You fans are what it's all about!

Warning: This story contains death and sex, how is that any different from any other chapters? LoL!

Elliot had come back around 12:30 because he wanted to take Olivia out to lunch, he thought it would be good to get her out of the house. Instead he found her laying by the stairs near a shattered vase. Evelyn was absolutely nowhere to be found. He rushed over to her and took her into his arms, she was out cold, and he knew that he only missed her attacker by a few minutes, and that pissed him off. He assumed that the attack had something to do with Evelyn since she wasn't there, but Katrina hadn't left her house, he would have been notified.

"Liv, LIV!" He said and tapped her cheeks lightly trying to bring her back into the world of the living. She groaned and reached her hands up and pushed his away from her, her eyes opened slowly and she turned her head to look at him.

"Tell Munch he owes me 10 bucks." Olivia muttered and then started to close her eyes again. Elliot was shocked at this statement because just hours before she would have had no idea who Munch actually was. He felt the back of her head through her hair and found a small lump there, he was pretty sure at that point that she had a concussion. He pulled her up to her feet and this time she opened her eyes all the way and looked around. "Elliot, what happened?"

"It looks like you were blitz attacked, do you know where Evelyn is?" Elliot asked her, one of her hands went to the back of her head and she rubbed it gently. Olivia looked around quickly and didn't see Evelyn anywhere. Then she noticed the note pad on which Evelyn had been writing her letter. She walked over to it and picked it up. It was flipped to the last page…

"Have a nice day, love and kisses, Katrina Hendrix." Olivia read out loud and then looked at Elliot, "Katrina really did take her! We have to find her! Call Munch and Fin, set up an APB, oh god Katrina really did take her!" Elliot looked at her, he was amazed that she was actually remembering names at this point. She rushed into the kitchen and picked up the phone and then brought it back over to him.

"Olivia, you remember…"

"Remember what?"

"You called Munch and Fin by their names." Elliot said and then took the phone. He put his hand on her arm and looked into her eyes. "I'll call them but then we need to get you to a hospital to get your head checked out." Olivia looked at him and flipped the pages of the legal pad to the first one and sighed softly.

"Okay but just quick at the hospital, then we have to find Evelyn. Or how about you drive me to the hospital and then you can check on Katrina and then come back and get me?" Olivia suggested as they headed out of the house. She was clutching the note pad tightly in her arms. Elliot took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Liv, I don't think that you are the best person to be investigating—"

"No Elliot, I think I'm the BEST person to be investigating this!" Olivia snapped at him as he opened the car door for her. He took in another breath and sighed as he got into the car. In a way she was right and she was the perfect person to be investigating this. He looked at her and started the car. As they drove he made a mental note to call Dr. Ander. If she could talk to Olivia maybe she could clear her mentally, and then talk to Cragen about letting her back on the case. Dr. Ander hadn't worked with the special victims unit very long but he was sure her opinion was as valid as anyone's.

After Elliot dropped Olivia off at the ER, he nearly sped to Katrina's house. When he got there he went up the steps and pounded on the door. There was no answer, he waited another few moments and then rang the bell twice. There was still no answer, and as far as he could tell there was no movement in the house. He had probable cause because Evelyn had named Katrina as being the one to threaten her back at his house. He just needed to get inside and take a look around, he just didn't want to get his ass handed to him if it was the wrong thing to do. He took a step back and kicked at the door, it only took two kicks and the door broke open. He wasn't surprised because at that point he was extremely pissed off.

"KATRINA? SHOW YOUR SORRY ASS!" He yelled into the house after drawing his weapon. He took a quick look around in the foyer, and there was nothing there. He turned into the room to his right, pointing his gun out in front of him. He didn't see anyone in there either, and he couldn't hear any conversations or foot steps in the rest of the house. He was sure that they weren't there, but he wasn't going to holster his weapon any time soon. He checked each room on the first floor of the house before coming into the kitchen.

Pinned to the oak cabinet, with what looked like a ceremonial dagger, was a note. He walked over to it, still wondering how Katrina got out of the house without her bracelet sending an alert to the local PD. He took the note from the dagger, ripping it down so he didn't actually touch the weapon. It looked like it was written in blood, and he was damn sure it wasn't Katrina's blood. "7 days to deal…or else…Katrina." Is what it said, Elliot crumpled the paper into a ball and clenched his fist tightly. Suddenly he felt something brush up against his leg, instinctively he turned and aimed his gun at it. It turned out to just be a cat, with Katrina's ankle bracelet around its neck.

Olivia sat on her bed in the not too crowded ER that Elliot had taken her to. She was impatiently tapping her fingers on the notepad that sat on her lap. She wanted to read what Evelyn had written but she didn't want to see it before Elliot. She decided she would wait until he came to get her and then read it aloud so both of them could discover what it had to say together. She was waiting for the doctor, even though she knew she would be okay. Over her stay with Katrina she had suffered worse injuries then a bump on her head. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back, and standing there was Dr. Lilly Ander. Olivia looked at her and smiled slightly.

"How are you today Olivia?" She asked and then pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and took a seat.

"I'm in the hospital, how good can I be?" Olivia replied and then laughed slightly, "Why are you here?"

"Elliot called me and wanted me to evaluate you to see if you can join the investigation. Honestly I think you have come a long way and adjusted very well considering what you went through. However, there is something we need to talk about before I let you anywhere near a badge and gun." Lilly explained and then looked at her seriously.

"I've told you a hell of a lot and—"

"Elliot told me about the day he found you in the tub with a razor blade to your wrists. You mentioned the death of someone named Heather." Lilly said and then put her hand over Olivia's. Olivia looked at her and bit her lip. She was a little mad at Elliot for telling Lilly that, but there were a number of other things he could have done when he found her in that state, and instead he trusted her enough not to kill herself instead of taking her to a hospital to be put on suicide watch.

"You want to hear about Heather's death?" Olivia said slowly and then took in a deep breath, "Okay, I'll tell you."

Day 186

Olivia was sitting in her stall drawing pictures of things in the saw dust with her index finger. First she wrote her name, then erased it. Then she wrote "Annabelle" in big cursive letters and erased that too. Next she drew a stick figure that was meant to represent her, and a stick figure that was to represent Katrina. The figure of her was holding a gun to Katrina's head. She laughed slightly, but this time she didn't erase the image. Heather was in her stall singing softly, it was a nameless tune that Olivia had never heard before, but her voice was soft so she couldn't make out any words.

"Hey Liv?" Heather's voice came suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"If you could have anything for dinner tonight, what would it be?" Heather asked. Olivia snorted slightly. For the past, she didn't know how many months, all she had been able to think about on her down time was the food she was going to eat when she got out of there. All she had been fed was oats, granola, fruit, and carrots…basically horse food. She was thankful that she was fed at all, but she still felt like she needed something real in her stomach.

"A porterhouse steak, a baked potato with sour cream, a cold beer, and a slice of cheesecake, a really big slice." Olivia said and then licked her lips, a moment later her stomach growled loud enough for the both of them to hear. That sent them into fits of laughter, an uncontrollable laughter that actually felt good for once. "What about you?"

"I would have a bacon cheeseburger, with fries, a frosty glass of spiked lemonade, and devil's food cake for dessert." Heather replied and then both of their stomachs growled and once again they were thrown into fits of laughter. As it was, it was only lunch time, and all they ever got for lunch was an apple or carrot. Olivia actually found herself looking forward to that and when she heard foot steps coming into the stables she looked up. Katrina appeared and opened Heather's stall and placed a plate with a sliced up apple into it, on the platform that was connected to the door. She then did the same for Olivia and locked the stall again. On her way out she stopped next to Heather's stall and looked in with an annoyed but cold stare.

"Did you decide what you want?"

"Porterhouse steak, medium, a baked potato with sour cream, and none of that low fat garbage. A cold beer, make it a Bud, and a BIG slice of cheesecake." Heather said like she was placing a dinner order, a dinner order that Olivia had just made a moment ago. "I also want a pack of cigarettes, and I want my dinner to go to her." Olivia couldn't see what Heather was doing but she was sure that the woman was motioning to her stall. By now Olivia was confused, why was Katrina taking dinner orders? Why from Heather? And why was Heather passing up this chance to eat to give her food? Katrina nodded and then headed out of the stables.

"What was that all about?" Olivia asked when Katrina was gone. Heather stood up and looked into Olivia's stall.

"Last meal, I want you to have it. I won't need it where I'm going." Heather said, then winked and sat back down. It took Olivia a moment to process this information. Her brain wasn't on the right track so she wasn't thinking that her last meal meant death.

"You're going somewhere?" Olivia said, it was the first thing that came out of her mouth, when it slowly dawned on her what it meant, "Oh god no…"

"It's okay Liv, you need a fighting chance….I'm already dead." Heather replied in a casual tone of voice. Olivia suddenly found that she couldn't breathe, she took in a gasp of air and put her hands on the floor in front of her. She was too shocked even for tears to come.

"Oh god no….GOD NO!" She screamed suddenly and banged her hands on the floor in front of her, ruining the picture she had drawn there just moments before. "She can't, I won't let her….I WON'T LET HER!"

"It's too late Liv…don't worry about me." Heather said, then things went silent. For the next fifteen minutes Olivia was inconsolable. She just sat there staring at her hands, tears streaming down both of her cheeks. If she wanted Heather to survive this she was going to have to do something, but she didn't know what. She laid her head down on some straw and started to think, but the heavy crying had tired her out and before she knew it she had fallen asleep.

When she woke up, it was because Heather was pounding on the dividing fence to their stall. She sat up and looked around, a tray of food had been set on the platform on the door in the stall. It was everything Heather had asked for, complete with silverware for eating. She looked at it and felt sick to her stomach, knowing that this was supposed to be Heather's last meal and she had given it to her. She didn't even wake up when the food was dropped off, but it didn't matter anyway because Evelyn was the one who had brought the food out to her.

"Eat before it gets cold." Heather said and then lit up a cigarette, for the first time in a long time her hands weren't bound behind her back. She exhaled the smoke slowly Olivia was hungry but she didn't know how Heather expected her to eat at a time like this.

"Heather I—"

"Look, watching you be happy while you eat is like the only thing I have left, please eat." Heather said and then took another drag from her cigarette. Olivia scooted over to the tray of food and picked up the fork and knife. The knife was just sharp enough to barely cut the steak, and it didn't even have a pointed tip, so using it as some kind of weapon would be pointless. She supposed she could use the fork, but Katrina had a bigger arsenal of weapons, she sighed knowing it was pointless to even think about. She cut a piece of the steak off and put it into her mouth. It tasted so good, better then any steak she had ever had in her life. Heather smiled and pushed some hair out of her face.

"Thank you Heather." Olivia said with a slight smile, even though she felt like crying. The rest of the meal was finished in silence, but the enjoyment on Olivia's face was obvious. She waited till the last moment to open her beer. She chugged half of it in one breath, then stopped, and looked at Heather. She stood up and brought the beer to the fence. "You want some?"

"Sure," Heather said and then shrugged her shoulders, "Why the hell not?" The bottle was just small enough to slide through the holes in the fence and Heather took it and downed it quickly before sliding the bottle back over to Olivia's side. Olivia took it back and set it on her tray, for the first time in a few months she was full. She sighed slightly, wishing that Katrina would make an appearance so she could rip her head off.

"Can I have one of your cigarettes?" Olivia asked slowly, she didn't want to over step her bounds by asking too much of Heather. Heather shrugged and slid a cigarette over to her and it dropped to the floor of the stall, followed by a small lighter. Olivia knew it wouldn't take much to start a fire but she was sure that Katrina would let them both burn before doing anything about it. She put the cigarette in her mouth and lit it. The first drag made her cough uncontrollably, but by the third puff she was fine, and her head was swimming from the beer and the nicotine. For the moment she was content, but the events to come were of nothing she could ever imagine.

After her cigarette she fell right asleep, it was the combination of the beer and a full stomach that caused her to fall asleep so fast. In the middle of the night, or it may have been very early morning, she was woken by the sound of crying. She was a little confused because as far as she knew Heather hadn't cried a tear since they had met, and if she had it had not been in front of Olivia. She stood up slowly, and walked over to the dividing fence. She looked over to Heather, who had her back to her, and she was shaking just slightly as small whimpers escaped from her lips.

"Heather?" Olivia said softly and Heather's head popped up. She wiped her face with her hands and then sniffled a few times before standing up and turning to look at Olivia.

"Oh hey Liv," She said and then wiped her face again, "How are you doing?"

"Heather, if you need to cry, then do so by all means. We both know what your fate is turning out to be and you don't have to be strong for me." Olivia said and then put her hand on the fence. Heather got down and picked up her pack of cigarettes. She opened it slowly and took two out, she offered one to Olivia who took it, then she lit both of them.

"Liv, I've made peace with the fact that I'm going to die and I'm not afraid. As for the pain that will come with it, there's not very much they can do to me that they haven't already done. I'm crying for you." Heather said slowly and then took a long drag from her cigarette. Olivia was a little surprised at that comment, why would Heather be crying for her? Olivia knew that she would be fine, even if Heather died, sure she would be a little worse for the wear because of it but she was strong…a survivor, and she wouldn't stop until she was free or they killed her.

"Why are you crying for me? I know how devastating this is but I will prevail." Olivia said even though she was sure that the word "devastation" was far weaker then any word that could describe how she would feel after the events to follow.

"They will make you participate in my demise, making you an accomplice to their crimes," Heather's voice started to break and a tear ran down her left cheek, "They will make you do horrible things to me, make you hurt me, I can't bare to see how much that'll fuck you up."

"Heather, you've heard my stories you know how fucked up—"

"THIS IS DIFFERENT!" Heather screeched at her, this time a few more tears escaped her eyes but she didn't bother to wipe them away, "yes, you've seen some heinous things, I won't deny that but have you participated in them? Have you seen them happen? Olivia listen to me, I will be snuffed, you will be there, and I don't know if you can handle it."

"Heather why are you so concerned about—"

"I'M SO CONCERNED BECAUSE I—"

"Alright Heather that's enough." Katrina's voice came from the entrance to the stables. Heather looked at Olivia, then dropped to her knees and started to sob into her hands. Olivia took in a deep breath and sat back down on the soft hay that was laid out for her. Without another word Katrina unlocked Heather's stall and slid the door open. Heather was crying so hard that she didn't notice, or didn't care. Katrina walked into the stall and grabbed a fistful of Heather's hair and pulled her upwards until she was standing on her feet. "We need to make final preparations, I need you in the house." Katrina said to Heather. Olivia stood back up and started to bang her hands on the fence that blocked her from climbing out of the stall.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T HURT HER!" Olivia screamed and then tried her hardest to pull at the door. It wasn't going to budge and she knew it, so she went back to banging on the fence, although that also got her absolutely no where, "I WON'T LET THIS HAPPEN! I WON'T!"

"And what do you think you are going to do to stop me?" Katrina asked with a stone cold glare on her face. Olivia shut her mouth because she didn't really have an answer for it, "That's exactly what I thought. Lets go Heather." She wrapped Heather's hair around her fist and started to pull her out of the stables. Heather looked at Olivia for an instant before her head was pulled away. Olivia watched her leave and then dropped to her knees and started to sob. The scariest thing was knowing that Katrina could do anything she wanted, and she was powerless to stop it.

At this point in the story Olivia stopped talking and looked at Dr. Ander, who had an indifferent but concerned look in her eyes. Her hands were clasped in her lap, while Olivia's hands were shaking tremendously. Her mouth was dry and she was on the verge of tears, but she wouldn't let them come, not yet. She wanted to make herself appear that she was rational enough to return to the case, and if that meant holding back tears or pretending like this wasn't effecting her then she could do it.

"Can I get you anything?" Lilly offered and then put her hand on Olivia's arm gently. Olivia looked at her and tried to force a smile but it wouldn't come.

"Water would be nice." Olivia said slowly. Lilly nodded and then got up and left the area in search of water. Olivia picked up the note pad that Evelyn had left and looked it over. She wanted to read it more then anything but she knew she had to wait for Elliot. It was some sort of unspoken promise that they had. Lilly returned with a bottle of water and handed it to Olivia. She opened it and took three big gulps and then closed it again.

Olivia had fallen asleep again, but around noon she heard the door to her stall opening. She looked up and saw Katrina standing there holding her leash. Heather was next to her looking lethargic, she had clearly been drugged with something. Even if Olivia wanted to make a run for it Heather would be in no shape to go with her and she couldn't just run off without helping her friend. Katrina came into the stall and clipped the leash to Olivia's collar and started to pull her out. Olivia took a few steps forward and then looked into Heather's eyes. Her pupils were wide, indicating that there was something in her system.

"Heather," Olivia said and then put her hand on Heather's shoulder. Katrina responded to that by jerking down on the leash almost causing Olivia to fall, but she regained her balance and glared at Katrina. "Heather say something…."

"Shut UP!" Katrina ordered Olivia, she grabbed Heather by the hair again and started to lead the both of them out of the stables. Once they were out there, they were met by three other men, big men, men that could bench press both her and Heather without breaking a sweat. Olivia swallowed hard and looked at Heather, who just stood there staring off into space.

"Are they ready?" One of the men said, Katrina nodded and handed him the leash that belonged to Olivia. The man, who was taller then Olivia, turned and pulled on the leash, and they all started to walk towards the wooded area. Even if Olivia could get away, she was in no shape to run and she couldn't risk tripping in another gopher hole and actually breaking her ankle. Besides, she noticed with growing horror, that each of the men had guns on them. She thought, for a split second, about reaching out and grabbing one but she knew that one swing from a fist and her jaw could be broken. She didn't know why she was being so submissive, maybe the three months had taken a toll on her brain, in any case she let the men lead them deeper and deeper into the woods.

About 20 minutes of walking later they reached a clearing with a huge tree in the middle of it. Katrina shoved Heather down so she was on her knees. One of the men then stepped up and nudged her in the small of her back until she crawled right over to the tree and put her hands on it. Olivia noticed that marked on Heather's hands with a black marker were small X's. The man that still had her leash took the pack he was carrying off of his back and tossed it to the man who was standing on the other side of Heather.

"Listen, please listen." Olivia said in the calmest voice she could bring up, "You can just let us go, we'll leave and never tell anyone about anything that went on here….I promise." She looked desperately from one man to another, skipping Katrina because she knew that no matter what she said it wasn't going to impact that sociopath one bit.

"Why is it talking?" The man holding Olivia's leash asked Katrina. Katrina rolled her eyes and unclipped the tazer from her belt and flashed it in front of Olivia's eyes. As a trained reaction Olivia shut up, and watched what the other man was removing from the large leather back pack. He had already removed a box of nails, HUGE nails, the likes of which Olivia had only seen to hold up large pieces of wood. After that he removed a hammer and set it down next to the box of nails. Olivia looked at the item and then to Heather, who wasn't doing much of anything, and then back to the items.

"Please, God please just let us go!" Olivia cried and then put her hands on the leash and tried to yank it away from her captor. His grip held firm and there was no way she could match his strength, "Don't do this! I promise we won't tell anyone! I'll even sign a contract to that effect! God please don't do this to her!" Olivia struggled, still trying to pull the leash away from the man hand.

"Make it stop talking." The man said to Katrina.

"I'M NOT AN IT! MY NAME IS OLIVIA BENSON!" Olivia screamed and started to struggle even harder when the tazer connected with her arm and sent a shock through her body causing her to fall to her knees. She gasped for air as she fell, some because of the shock, but mostly because the collar was being jerked up and it was choking her. She knew that she had about thirty seconds to get back on her feet before she would pass out from lack of air. She forced herself to her feet, her gaze went back to Heather, who was still doing absolutely nothing.

"Listen to me," The man holding her leash said pulling her close enough to him that she could smell his rancid breath, "You are going to do what I tell you or I kill you. I can give your mistress here triple what she paid for you, you understand?" Olivia looked into his eyes and knew he wasn't kidding. Heather let out a slight whimper and then went back to staring off into space.

"What do you want me to do?" Olivia whispered.

"Take those nails, and that hammer and nail that bitch to the tree." The man ordered, Olivia looked at him absolutely amazed at his request. She opened her mouth to say no, absolutely not, when he pulled back his hand and backhanded her across the face. She was sent reeling from that blow and he let go of her leash, allowing her to fall back onto her ass. Stars danced in front of her eyes, but she was pulled back into clarity when a knife was brandished in her face. "Maybe you didn't hear me, I will kill you, and not quickly either. In those shoes you would be lucky to get away from us in this forest. Now you have 30 seconds to get started or you die first." Olivia bit her lip and nodded slowly. There was not a doubt in her mind that she would be killed slowly and terribly but what he was asking her to do was so horrible. She tried not to cry and she slowly crawled over to the nails and hammer and picked them up. She walked back over to Heather and tilted her chin so their eyes met.

"Heather I am so sorry…so sorry." Olivia whispered to her, "But there's no sense in both of us dying…oh god." She put her face in her hand and started to sob harshly. Heather seemed to understand what was going on but Olivia couldn't tell if her words were getting through to her. The man that had ordered Olivia into this heinous act pulled his gun and aimed it at Olivia.

"You have ten seconds to get started whore." He said, Olivia closed her eyes and placed a nail shakily to Heather's hand, where the X was marked. She assumed that's what they were there for. Heather whimpered slightly, but didn't pull her hand away. Olivia took in a deep gasping breath and in one swing drove the nail about an inch and a half into Heather's waiting hand. The scream that came from Heather's lips was phenomenal. "AGAIN!" The man shouted at her, and through a flood of tears she swung the hammer again, driving the nail in another two inches and deep into the tree bark.

"THERE! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I DID IT!" Olivia screamed and then got to her feet, blood trickled out of the wound on Heather's hand. Heather was still screaming and crying, she might have been trying to say something but her speech at that point was rather incoherent.

"Now do the other hand." The man instructed, the other two men laughed and began talking amongst themselves. Olivia barely heard a word they were saying, she was way too focused on what she had just done to Heather. "Don't make me tell you twice!" Olivia fell back to her knees and put her hands down on the ground in front of her. She let out a loud scream, one filled with anger and frustration at the situation. In one quick movement, without thinking much about it, she picked up another nail and the hammer and drove a second nail into Heather's other hand. Heather screamed again and of course tried to pull her hands away from the tree. Blood trickled out of her other hand, Olivia was surprised that more damage had not been done. She collapsed to the ground, crying so hard that she was barely breathing. Heather continued to scream her drugged up gibberish and Olivia knew that no matter what they gave her it was doing nothing for the pain.

Suddenly someone was pulling on her leash, she was literally dragged back about five feet, and that's when the men took turns raping Heather. Sometimes it was just one on one, sometimes it was three on one. Didn't matter much though, Olivia herself was close to fainting from the events. She drifted in and out of the real world, every time Heather would scream she would jerk back and watch the scene unfold in front of her. When they were done, one of the men went back to the pack and pulled out three wooden rods with something wrapped around each one. As they unrolled them, Olivia realized that it was barbed wire, they were barbed wire whips.

"God please don't let this happen." Olivia mumbled and Katrina sparked up the tazer in a warning for her to shut her mouth. She couldn't believe she was letting this happen, she couldn't believe she was watching this, she couldn't believe that any of this was more then just a very elaborate nightmare and she most definitely couldn't believe Heather was still alive and conscious.

"Have them kiss goodbye." One of the men said and then all four of them laughed. Katrina grabbed Olivia's leash and jerked it forward. Olivia, who was on her hands and knees, offered absolutely no resistance. She crawled towards Heather and knelt down in front of her. She took Heather's face into her hands and looked into her eyes. She was just barely breathing, her eyes were looking but Olivia doubted she was seeing very much. "KISS HER!"

"Heather, I love you….and I promise Elliot and I will find each one of these men and get them." Olivia said as she looked into Heather's unresponsive eyes, "I'm so sorry I couldn't help you." She leaned in and kissed Heather softly. Before Olivia could think to do anything else she was pulled away violently by Katrina and the men started to beat Heather to death with their barbed wire whips. The sound of the barbs hitting and ripping the flesh was too much for Olivia to handle. She watched for about fifteen seconds before vomiting up last nights dinner and then passing out.

When she finished that part of the story she looked positively sick to her stomach, as well as extremely distressed, as marked by the tears that were streaming down her face. Lilly got up and picked up a box of tissues and placed them gently on Olivia's lap. Olivia looked at her and then sniffed back some more tears before taking two tissues and wiping her face. Lilly sat back down in the chair that she had pulled up next to the bed. They were silent for a few minutes, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was one of understanding and remembrance for Heather who had passed only a year ago.

"Do you know what they did with her body?" Lilly asked, finally breaking the silence. By this time Olivia had calmed down and was rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.

"No I don't know, when I woke up again I was in the stall back at the barn." Olivia said and then swung her legs over the side of the bed, "But I now understand that there was absolutely nothing I could have done. I could have fought and bought her a few more minutes but in the end they would have killed me and then killed her anyway. This isn't my fault, it's theirs, and on top of that I didn't kill her, I hurt her pretty bad but I did not kill her." Olivia said and then swallowed hard.

"Here's the deal Olivia. I am going to ask Cragen to let you work this investigation to find Evelyn and Katrina, but that's it. After this case is closed, you take time off and get counseling, it doesn't have to be with me but with someone, is that understood?" Lilly asked her and she nodded slightly, "I'm going to go down to the station and talk with him now. When Elliot arrives to see you again I want him to take you to the station to meet up with me."

"Okay I'll do that, thank you Lilly." Olivia said and then picked up the legal pad with the letter on it. Lilly smiled at her and then left the room, Olivia laid back and waited for the doctor to come in and see her, but she was more anxious about seeing Elliot and being able to get back on the job with him. She smiled and flipped the pad over so she couldn't read the letter, although she couldn't wait to find out what Evelyn had to say.

As it turned out, Olivia had a minor concussion but she was sent home with Elliot after he promised to keep an eye on her. When they were in his car he explained the note he had found at Katrina's house. Now, more then ever, they needed to find Katrina's secret house and it looked like they only had seven more days. He started to drive them both to the station after hearing what Lilly said about Olivia being able to work the case. At this point Olivia was just aching to read the letter that she held in her hands and Elliot wasn't going to stop her.

"Dear Olivia," She read, a little surprised that it was actually addressed to her, "There are a few things I have to get off my chest about some of the events that took place while we were in captivity. Like I told you before, I wanted this handwritten because computers make things so impersonal. I wanted you to know that I signed a contract under my own volition to be enslaved by Katrina, but at the time I was under her spell, she had been supplying me with heroine and other drugs. Under the law I believe that if you are intoxicated when you sign a contract it makes it null and void, but I could be wrong.

The first thing about Heather I wanted to tell you is something I think she wanted to keep hidden from you. Now that she's dead I think you should know, but I was there when she said this and I know that it's the truth. Heather was in love with you from the first day you two met. One night, in the first week you were with us, Katrina took Heather to the house to be shown to a potential buyer. Before the man came me, Katrina, and Heather were sitting in the lounge. I was making Katrina a martini and staying quiet as usual, by the way I had been there for almost a year before you came, but that's neither here nor there at this point. Heather said she wanted to strike up a deal with Katrina, and Katrina said that she was listening. The deal was that Heather would take any punishment for you, if you broke the rules by doing anything, talking or fighting or resisting or whatever, Heather would bare the punishment. I don't know if you know about this deal, or if you knew at the time, but if it seemed like Katrina was extra harsh with Heather during your stay that was why. Did you ever wonder why things got 100 times worse for you when Heather died? Just something to think about.

Secondly, you asked me about the party. I was there with everyone else with you were raped repeatedly. I lied when I said that I didn't remember anything, and for that I'm sorry, but if you are reading this now you know that I'm apologizing and I want to make things right by telling you what I recall from that night. Even though I was under the influence of demoral I remember something important that I thought you would like to know. The first man who raped you was a slave owned by mistress Sarah, sorry I don't know the last name. The second was a slave owner, his name was Daniel Scott Overbeck, I know this because contrary to Katrina's beliefs I listened in to most of her conversations. You can find Daniel in the yellow pages, he's a prominent lawyer maybe you've heard of him." Olivia stopped reading and looked over to Elliot for his reaction.

"I know who he is too, I've seen his ads on TV and in the paper. He has more then enough money to buy and sell people like they are property." Elliot said as they stopped at a red light. Olivia took in a deep breath, they finally had a lead and Olivia thanked god that Evelyn had the presents of mind to remember names from so long ago. "Continue with the letter." Olivia flipped over the second page and started to read aloud the third.

"The third person to rape you, and this may break your heart just a tad, was Heather. She used a strap on dildo after being repeatedly slapped around by Katrina. I don't know if you remember any shouting, you were pretty out of it due to the LSD but I assure you it was Heather. I saw how she was with you, gentle and attentive, she never wanted to do anything to hurt you and I heard that statement from her lips several times over the course of our stay together. After Heather was done with you, one of mistress Sarah's male slaves picked you up and carried you as I led him out to the stables.

What you don't know about, from that night, was the party was a celebration. Earlier that month Katrina had closed a deal with a man on the sale of Heather. Heather was sold for a total of 100 grand, which was just barely double what Katrina had paid for her in the first place. When you arrived it was April and the plan was to snuff Heather out on her birthday, June 21st. There were three men involved in Heather's death, but regretfully I only know one by name. He was a frequent customer of Katrina's, a man that had used you once before, a man whose name you already know, Daniel Scott Overbeck. I do not know if he was the one who paid the 100 grand but I do know he was there with the other two men when they left to go get you and Heather.

Now to the most important part, and I regret not telling you this as early as possible but I swear to god that this just came back to me in a dream/memory I had last night. The address to Katrina's secret estate is, and always has been 7—" Olivia stopped reading there because that was the last written by Evelyn. She frantically started to flip the papers, looking for any more of Evelyn's handwriting, but all she was able to find was the small note on the last page, scribbled by Katrina. Olivia realized how lucky she was in all of this. If she hadn't woken up when she did, then Katrina probably would have seen the note and would have taken it with her. Because of time constraints, and the way that Evelyn always had the note pad flipped to the last blank page of the pad, so Olivia couldn't read any of the note, Katrina didn't have any idea that it was there.

"It ends there, but we have a lead and as soon as I get my gun and badge back from Cragen, we are going after Daniel Scott Overbeck." Olivia said just as they pulled into Elliot's parking spot at the station. It appeared that they only had seven days to find Evelyn but with the leads they now had Olivia was beginning to think it wasn't going to be so hard after all, little did she know, she was very wrong.