"What if he isn't here?" Olivia asked Cragen in the car.
"Don't think like that," Cragen answered.
They had been driving for almost an hour and traffic was ridiculous. Cragen had stopped at a fast food place on the way hoping to get Olivia to eat but, she insisted she wasn't hungry. They rode in silence for most of the way until they arrived in the Bloomington Street area.
"That car," Olivia stated pointing out of the window to a red Sedan, "That car was the one in front of the bakery the night I went to check the security tapes."
"You what?" Cragen asked hearing about it for the first time.
"I… uh, we can talk about that later. That's Hilary's car!"
Cragen did a sharp U-turn in the middle of the road and pulled up behind the red car. "Let's check the car."
Olivia quickly unfastened her seat belt and jumped out of the car running to the Sedan. She peaked through the window looking for anything that could be of help to finding Elliot and Alex. She looked in all the windows starting from the front.
"Captain," Olivia said looking through the back window, "That's Alex's scarf. She wears it when she has a tough case." Cragen looked through the back window at the scarf Olivia had pointed out and sighed.
"It's got to be this house," he said pointing to the house that was to the left of them. He started walking up to the door but Olivia stopped him.
"Wait," she said, "We need a plan."
"We don't even know if he is here," Cragen said, "How can we have a plan?"
"Knock on the door and get whoever answers to talk. They don't know who you are so just make something up. I'm going to go around back and look around."
"Be careful Liv," Cragen warned.
"Don't worry," she smiled, "I'm one of the best detectives."
Cragen walked up to the door and knocked twice before he got an answer, "Hello ma'am. I'm Don Cragen and I'm a detective with the Rode Island police and we are looking for a missing car."
"I'm sorry sir, but that car is mine," Hilary replied. She went to close the door but Cragen stopped her with his foot.
"Do you mind if I just take a look at your insurance?"
Hilary sighed and looked back into the house a moment before replying, "Sure. Come on in."
Meanwhile out back, Olivia was snooping around the yard hoping to find Elliot and Alex. There weren't many places to look, just a small blue tarp with nothing under it but an old rusty lawnmower. She placed the tarp back down and stood up to look around when something caught her eye. It was a small window toward the bottom of the house that obviously led to a basement. She bent down to try and look through the window but something seemed to be in the way. A box maybe blocking the view.
"Damn," she said quietly to herself. She was about to get up when she heard shuffling coming from the other side of the window. She looked through it again and this time the box was gone and a familiar face was staring at her. "Alex," she whispered.
"Help," Alex mouthed.
Olivia nodded her head assuring her that she was going to get them out of there. She looked around the yard for something hard to break the window but there was nothing. She ran out front to the car and opened the trunk, pulling out a Louisville Slugger she knew Cragen kept for emergencies. She ran back around the house as fast as she could and told Alex to stand back. She slammed the slugger against the window once as hard as she could but, it didn't budge. She swung it again cracking the window a little bit and then again until it finally busted open.
"Liv," Alex cried, "You have to get us out of here. She's crazy!"
"Cragen is talking to her now," Olivia explained, "You have to climb out the window and go wait in the car out front."
Alex nodded understanding how dangerous the play could pan out. "Where's Elliot?" Olivia asked slightly worried.
"I don't know," she answered honestly, "He's in the house somewhere. That's all I know."
"Alright," Olivia nodded, "Go to the car. If you hear shots fired, call for back up."
Alex nodded climbing out of the window with the help of Olivia who was still outside of the house. When she saw that Alex had safely made it to the car she stuck both of her feet through the small window and jumped in.
"Elliot," she whispered hoping he was in hearing distance, "Elliot, where are you?"
The basement was cluttered with all sorts of junk and rusted things. There were old bikes without any tires and boxes with cobwebs all over them. She walked to the door of the basement and figured it was locked so she kicked it open, hoping Cragen would be able to cover for the loud sound.
"What was that?" Hilary asked upstairs.
"I didn't hear anything ma'am," Cragen said obviously lying.
Hilary rolled her eyes and continued to rummage through her kitchen looking for her insurance and registration to her car.
"Elliot," Olivia called again walking down the hallway at the top of the basement. "El, where are you?" She came to a room that was on the right side of the hall where the door was closed. She gently turned the knob finding that it was unlocked. "Oh, Elliot."
Elliot was tied up to a bed with duct tape covering his mouth and what looked like cut marks on his chest. The only thing that was covering him was his boxers. The rest of his body was exposed to everyone. She started walking closer to him preparing to untie him but Elliot was shaking his head vigorously.
"What do you think you are doing?" An unknown voice said from behind Olivia. She put her arms up in the air and locked eyes on Elliot. She slowly turned around with her hands raised.
"Who the hell are you?" Olivia asked furiously.
"Need to know," the woman spat, "I know who you are. Olivia Benson. You work at Manhattan Special Victims Unit and you have been partners with Elliot for twelve years."
"Why are you doing this?" Olivia asked swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
"You stole my husband from me!" the woman spat, "You locked him up for life! I couldn't let you end up with the man of your dreams. Or the woman for that matter. I'm not sure which side of the team you play for."
"I don't even know who your husband is," Olivia said calmly, "But I'm sure if he's in jail, he deserved it."
The woman shook her head and raised the gun that was in her hand to where it was pointing at Olivia. "Say goodbye Olivia."
The shot was heard in the living room by Cragen and he reacted by punching Hilary in the face knocking her unconscious. He ran looking in all the rooms for Olivia and then he found her.
Alex also heard the shots from outside and called 911 over the police radio like she was told. She hoped that Olivia and Cragen were safe.
"Alison?" Cragen asked stepping into the room. He remembered her from the case with her husband. He was charged with 42 counts of rape on little girls.
"She deserved it," Alison said dropping her gun to the floor. Cragen walked behind Alison and placed her into cuffs and then tended to Elliot untying him and ripping the tape off his face.
"Olivia!" Elliot yelled rushing to her side.
"El…" she whispered.
"Olivia, hang on," he said, "Hang on."
Olivia was shot in the side and blood had quickly formed a puddle around her. Elliot was applying pressure to the wound but he didn't know how long she was going to last. "Olivia please," he begged, "You came all this way. Don't give up on me now. Just hang on."