Okay, I've given you guys (and myself) a two chapter break from the Jack torture scenes. I felt like that was needed, but I hope you enjoyed the break!

Olivia's POV

As soon as Jack stepped out of the room, Nick said, "I heard Rollins, it wasn't a nurse. She was listening to that call. It was all a set up. They're gonna find us!"

I couldn't help but to feel relieved when he told me, but also I felt really embarrassed. If Rollins was there, that meant Fin and Murphy were most likely there too. All of them had heard. They heard me mumble those three horrific words that I never thought I would ever have to say. "We can't count on it." I said hopelessly. "He has a disposable phone, they can't track it. It could've been a big waste of time." He knew I was right, but he didn't want to believe it. We sat in silence for a few more seconds, both of our minds whirling with possibilities. Then I finally spoke up. "Nick, can I have the jacket?" I said, and looked down, feeling my face turn a bright red. I couldn't look at his face, but I needed the jacket. It was freezing in the room, and that was mainly why I wanted it. I knew Nick wouldn't look at me without the jacket, and I didn't care about it with him anymore. If he wanted to stare at me naked on the bed he could, I didn't care, he was a good guy, and he wouldn't hurt me. I was already so used, why try to pretend I wasn't? He had already seen.

Nick, and the big heart he had, returned the jacket and asked if he could do anything more for me. I just shook my head, I wasn't able to find any words.

Jack brought us some more food and water, and we ate it quickly this time. We were both starving.

Fin's POV

After listening to that sickening phone call, I took the recording to have TARU try to see if they could get anything from it.

We were at a dead end until they got back to us. I wanted to take another run at Victoria, but Murphy suggested against it. Her arraignment was scheduled for today, and I had no doubt she would be out on bail, and back to helping Jack in no time at all. I knew I should be doing something. The torture he was putting them both through had my stomach in knots. I couldn't help but to feel for Nick. I remembered the time at Sealview, and I had seen her crying, handcuffed, waiting for it to happen. Luckily I had come in just in time, and spared her of it. But Nick, he couldn't stop it, and I could imagine all too well what that must have been like. Seeing Olivia like that was one of the worst kinds of pains I've ever experienced.

"Fin. Fin!"

"What?" I whipped my head around to see Rollins trying to get my attention.

"They may have got something off of the phone call. Want to go with me and check it out?"

"Yeah, of course." I said. I had to find them. Save them from this son of a bitch, and everything he thought he could get away with. The minute I laid eyes on him, I would be sending a bullet through his head. Nobody messes with my squad like that, and I would show him why.

Nick's POV

We knew Jack was coming back. It had been about a day since his last torture. But then we couldn't be sure since we had no way to keep track of time. I felt a little dizzy, I started thinking he had put something in the water he had just given to us.

I held Olivia's shaking body in my arms, she knew it was coming too, and the more time that passed, the more she shook, and the tighter I held her. I was still careful to not hold her too tight, knowing her entire body still hurt from his last assault. She jumped when the doorknob rattled, and I quickly pulled off the jacket. I hated pulling it from her, especially when she already started to panic when he came in, I hated making it worse on her.

He pulled out his gun before he was even near us. I knew that couldn't be good. "I swear, I'm in no mood for games, if you try anything, I will shoot the both of you. You got that? Good." He said, and went over to Olivia, he took the handcuff that was around the bed, and took it off to put it around her other wrist. She was free of the bed. He did the same with me, freeing me of my restraints, but placing new ones on my wrists. "Get in the bathroom, both of you." He held the gun to Olivia's head. We both followed his orders, taking in mind his earlier precaution. I tried not to pay attention, but I could see Olivia struggling to get there. She had a slight limp, and her legs were shaking terribly beneath her. It was hard not to notice. I wanted to help her, but there was nothing I could do, I felt so helpless. I was helpless.

Once we were in the bathroom, he started the shower, and filled up the tub. He undid my restraints so I could remove my clothing. I kept glancing at Olivia, but she kept shaking her head. She knew what I was thinking. I thought this could be our perfect time to escape. I wasn't even restrained, and she was able to stand, and possibly offer me some sort of assistance. I knew we hadn't talked it over, but it was almost too good of an opportunity to pass up. Almost.

He cuffed my hands once I shred the last piece of my clothing, getting hardly even a hint of what Olivia had been going through for the past few days. "Get in the tub, both of you." He had turned off the running water and we were going to have to bathe in each other's filth. I tried not to think too much into it. But once she stepped in, the water turned a disgusting shade of brown. Blood, urine, sweat, and bodily fluids flowed into the water. She didn't look at me, I knew she was ashamed.

He took a bar of soap, and rubbed it all over her. Silent tears flowed from her eyes, and at one point she made eye contact with me, but she looked away quickly. He got to between her legs, and a moan of pain escaped her lips. "Ow." She whispered.

"Oh, you enjoying that baby? Yeah?" He asked, hearing her in pain. He got more physical, and I wasn't looking, but her face said his fingers were inside her.

"Ow. Stop." Her cry was so quiet, she was hurting so bad. I had to do something.

"Hey, come on. Did you forget about me?" I provoked him, hoping to take his attention off her.

He turned to me with a big smile. "Aww, you getting a little jealous? Don't worry, I was just about to get to you." He told me, then slid Olivia to sit in the tub, and dunked her head under the water. She struggled for a little, then he brought her back up, and she gasped for air, sitting on the floor of the tub. Then, he turned to me.

I looked at Olivia, and she mouthed "thank you" to me.

He rubbed the soap all over me. I had never felt any grosser in a bath before. He rubbed every inch of my body. I mean EVERY inch of my body. He stuck a finger in me at one point, and it took everything in me not to fight him. I zoned out. I couldn't think about what he was doing. I stared straight ahead of me, and I couldn't feel anymore. All of a sudden I was being dunked into the tub of anything but clean water.

I'm not sure how, but all of a sudden I was lying next to the bed back with my ankle chained up. All of my clothes were back on, and Jack had left. Olivia must have seen my confusion, because before I even had a chance to say anything, she said, "hey Nick, are you okay? You blacked out there for a minute."

"What happen?"

"After he dunked you under... I don't, I don't know."

"No, what happen while I was out?"

"Nothing really." She said, obviously hiding something.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing. It was nothing, okay?" She obviously didn't want to talk about whatever it was, and I wasn't going to push it. I gave her back my jacket, and asked if she wanted me to sit next to her. She scooted over, and I sat by her side.

It felt good to know she hadn't shied away from me after the bath. I knew it was probably the least invasive thing he had done to her, and I couldn't whine about it. I had to be tough for her. I let her head rest on my chest, and my cheek rested on her head as I held her lightly.

"How are we going to get out of here?" She asked me, still with her head on my chest.

"I don't know, but we will."

Amanda's POV

"We were able to separate the audio from the background noise, and here is what we got." He said, and played us the tape.

Strange noises, maybe traffic? Footsteps, noises that were from the precinct, paper shuffling. The sound of something squeaking, then a gun being drawn. A click, a sob, a clink, a sob, a smirk, a sob, silence.

"Is there any way to identify the beginning noises, and where they may be coming from?" I asked, and the tech nodded his head.

"I have already done some of that for you." He stated, and replayed the tape, only slower this time so he could explain what everything was.

"He's outside, and that, is a car driving by. Listen carefully here... you hear that? It's a restaurant. Those are dishes."

"Son of a bitch." Fin blurted out.

"What?" I asked him.

"I know a place. Kind of in the middle of nowhere, but there's a couple houses and a restaurant there. It may be a stretch, but I'll bet you he's got 'em on one of those houses."

"Where is this?" I asked, and we immediately headed to the car. We weren't worried about calling for backup, or Barba to get a warrant, until we were already on our way.

Olivia's POV

I didn't ever want to open my eyes again. I was so content in Nick's arms, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. It seemed like the only constant in my life, everything else was so hectic, and my mind was frantically trying to process everything, and more kept happening. I couldn't think straight, I couldn't even tell what came first, and what came after that. All I knew was it hurt, and worse would be sure to come. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the room around me, like it was engraved in my brain. The grey walls spattered with blood, blood pools all over the room, especially on the mattress. I couldn't believe Nick had wanted to sit on the bed next to me. I alone was so dirty, and all the other girls that had been on that same mattress, he had never cleaned it, it was all still there. I tried to block all of that out of my mind, but I couldn't. I just moved in a little closer to Nick, and buried my face in his chest.

"I don't want to die." I said.

"You're not going to." He quickly responded.

"I'm not so sure." I said, and I knew Nick tried to tell me otherwise, and started talking nonstop about it. I wasn't really listening though. All I was thinking about was the past survivors, and everything they had described, that was still yet to come. It terrified me.

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