a/n: Thanks for reading!

Warning, this is getting pretty dark :S

When Liv woke she was disoriented. It was still dark out, but something was wrong. Why am I on the floor? My hands are tied behind my back! She wriggled around trying to free herself. The fuck is going on? she thought angrily, when someone's heavy boots stepped up behind her.

"Ah, Detective Benson, you're awake," Roger Silver's voice cut through her like ice. "Nice of you to join us," he said, spinning her around on her hardwood floor with his foot to face him. Rage burned in his eyes, as it did in hers. He seemed agitated, but he spoke in a disconcertingly calm tone when he said, "We've been waiting."

She moved to get up and he stepped on her stomach, pressing her into the floor.

"No, I'd really rather keep you down," he said with a sneer. Olivia tried to control her breathing. She needed to stay steady. Her gun was too far away. Her blood was loud as it rushed past her ears. She needed to reason with him for any hope of getting out of this alive.

"Where's Alex? What have you done with her, Roger?" she demanded, their eyes locked.

"Ah, so you do remember me. You're so very difficult to read, Detective," he said sarcastically.

"Where is Alex?" Olivia repeated.

"Oh, she's right here. Don't you worry about my woman," Roger said, turning Olivia a little so she could see her own bed. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of Alex tied down to her bed. The blonde was crying silently, and her good eye begged Olivia for forgiveness.

"I'm s-sorry," Alex tried to say, but Roger marched over and slapped her, and she fell silent. Olivia's anger flared.

"Let her go. Now," Olivia ordered from the floor.

Roger laughed, "Oh, I'm never letting her go. You'd be sensible to worry about what I'm going to do to you right now," he said, picking up her gun. He mimed shooting her. Suddenly the situation was even more dangerous. Olivia needed to switch tactics. Now with the gun he was getting excited and she could see reasoning with him was going to be almost impossible. New plan. Her spare gun behind her bedside table. It was only ten feet away. She imagined she could see it. She just had to make it over there without him catching on…she twisted in her bonds, searching for weakness.

Silver laughed at her struggling and moved very close to Olivia, bending over to get right in her face.

"Just try it, you're not getting out of here," he said.

It was all Olivia could do to not spit in his face. Silver smiled at her, amused by her, and then the look on his face became much darker, "Do you have any idea how hard you are to find, you bitch?" he demanded, the wild look in his eyes growing, "I spent months, fucking months, tracking you down! I finally find your building, but no one that looks like the bitch who shot me AND LEFT ME FOR DEAD!" he yelled, and kicked Olivia for good measure, "Why the fuck do you look so different?" he bent to caress her face with the muzzle of the gun, he cleared some of her hair out of the way and behind her ear, she steeled her gaze and never let her eyes leave his, "I had to follow so many women from your building before I found you. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? DO YOU?" he demanded, spittle hitting her face her was so close. And now his eyes were twinkling, "But then I got a break, one of your neighbours gave up your girlfriend, just up and pointed her out to me. Gotta love those nosy neighbours, don't you?" he stood and wandered over to Alex, whimpering on the bed as he comes closer. "So it dawns on me, you took my woman away from me, I would take yours. Fair is fair, no?"

Alex's crying became sobs as Roger caressed her leg, tracing ever higher. He put the gun down on the bed next to Alex's head and crawled up on top of her.

"Why did you leave the hospital without me?" he asked in his sickly sweet voice, "You know I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, and it hurts me to know that you were hurt and didn't call me."

Alex started to hiccough and she tried to struggle against his closeness, but he'd tied her bonds too tight. Olivia tried to swallow the rising vomit in her throat as she slid silently across the floor. She was getting closer to her gun, but the sounds Alex was making were too much. She had to get Silver's attention back on her.

"Alex, don't worry, honey. It'll be okay," she said, trying to sound as confident as she could from her position on the floor. Her words drew Silver's ire. He growled and she stopped her movements as Silver spun, aiming the gun at her, menacing.

He took a deep breath, "Shut the fuck up, you fucking dyke!" he yelled, looking at her with such hatred.

"I won't let you hurt her," she said. Neither blinked, and Roger climbed off Alex and stalked towards her.

"Oh yeah, and how are you going to do that?" he asked, pushing his foot down into her side, towards the floor.

"I'm going to stop you," she said through gritted teeth and compressed lungs.

"How?" he asked, pushing even harder. When she could say nothing he laughed and headed back towards Alex.

"I won't let you have her," she said to his back. That stopped him. He spun, fire in his eyes.

"The hell you will!" he yelled, ran and kicked her hard in the gut, hard enough to send her back slamming into the dresser.

Olivia didn't have a chance to brace for it and she hit the dresser full on with her back, the handles digging painfully. She landed on the floor in a heap, the imprints from his boots felt all over her torso. Alex sounded like she was hyperventillating on the bed. Olivia gritted her teeth, they had to get out of here.

TBC....!