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Chapter 8: Love

Elliot's POV:

I'm going crazy. My search hasn't led anywhere. Its as if Olivia has disappeared off the face of the planet.

I sit at my desk playing with my badge. I can barely keep my eyes open, I haven't slept in days, I have however searched every inch of the city. I'm still trying to get a hold of Andrea's husband. But he doesn't seem to want to talk to me. I slam my badge on my desk.

"Elliot," I look up to see Fin staring at me. Yeah like you've never seen me lose my temper. He sits down at Olivia's desk. I glare at him. He stands up and rolls his chair to my desk. "Elliot you gotta get some sleep."

"I gotta find Liv." My eyes are heavy. I can barely keep them open anymore. "I'm waiting for a phone call."

"I'll take care of it. Just take a half an hour in the crib." I shake my head. "Fine, fifteen minutes. Your no good to her falling asleep at your desk playing with your badge."

"Fin, I can't abandon her."

"I'm not asking you to. But what'll happen when you find her and you pass out from exhaustion." He doesn't get it. Hell I don't get it. Olivia's my partner, and my best friend. But these last few weeks have been so hard I can barely breathe. I've lost friends before but it's never been this hard. "Elliot, I know you care about Liv, but she won't kill you if you slept for fifteen minutes." Yes she would. I smile for a second.

Son of a bitch.

"I think I love her."


Olivia's POV:

Alex is sleeping. She still hasn't forgiven me, but she's talking to me. When you're limited on time and company, what would you do? I should have helped her though. I should have stopped Andrea. She's not a lesbian or anything. She just wanted to hurt her. Alex did her job and now she has to pay for it. As soon as I get this fucking chain off my ankle I'll kill Andrea myself.

My leg is killing me. Andrea came in a few hours ago and bandaged it up. But only because it was getting infected. I guess she didn't want to eat a diseased leg. I poke at the bandages. It's the only thing I can do right now. That and think.

Where the hell is Elliot?

I know he's looking for me. But I wander how he's doing. Andrea doesn't seem to make any mistakes. How is Elliot ever going to find us?

He's not.

That's it. There's no way he's going to find us. As hard as he tries. And I know he's trying. I've seen him working on a case he doesn't quit. And he's going to work twice as hard because its me.

"Liv?" Alex is awake. I sit up.

"Yeah, I'm here." I crawl over to where I last left her. She's still there. "I'm here." I hear her choke out a sob. I grab her shoulders and bring her in for a hug. Her tears leak into my shirt.

"It's ok. It's ok." She shakes her head.

"No its not. We're going to die."

"No we're not. We're going to make it out of here. I promise. The guys are going to find us. If they don't, we'll get out ourselves." She sniffs.

"How? We can't get these chains off and the door is at the other side of the room. There's no way we're escaping."

"I have a plan." Its not a good plan. But it's a workable plan. "But um, I'm going to need to borrow your bra." That was key to the plan. I swear its not creepy. Alex jerks away from me.

"Why?" I take a deep breath.

"I wanna use the wire to pick the lock on the chains." She doesn't say anything. "Look I know its creepy, but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"But what about your bra?"

"I'm wearing a sports bra."

"You wore a sports bra to a club?"

"Alex, stop avoiding the subject. Can I borrow your bra?" God I feel like such a nerdy virgin boy right now.

"No!" she yells. Damn.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not wearing one." I sigh. This is way too much. I can't take it anymore. I start crying. "Liv, Liv, don't cry. It's going to be ok."

"This isn't working. I can't be strong anymore. I want to go home! I miss my apartment. I miss the squad room. My desk. My partner." I stop. I miss him the most. I miss his eyes, his smile. Hell I even miss his temper. I miss him. I, I, I.

"I love my partner."