Amanda arrived at work the next morning to find a worse for wear Charlotte sitting at her desk, half asleep, in the same clothes as she had been wearing the day before. She was staring blankly at their file on the three attacks, reading the most recent document that described the discoveries regarding their two prime suspects. She was stunned, a reaction that was made worse by her pounding hangover. She almost couldn't process what she was reading, and like Olivia made the jump that there was a strong possibility that Nathanial and Michael were brothers and not cousins as everyone had thought.

Amanda approached the younger woman, seeing the pain in her eyes, from her thumping headache, but also from what she had suffered. Something struck her as she approached. The pain in Charlotte's eyes had always been there, it just worsened since her attack. She felt a twinge of guilt as she placed a hand on Charlotte's healthy shoulder.

"Charlotte, honey, what are you doing here? You should be at home resting," she said gently.

"Need to keep busy," Charley mumbled, "got to stop the bastards before the hurt someone else."

Amanda sighed but let her be, she knew just how badly she did on her own, and understood the woman's need to distract herself. Fin and Nick showed up, surprised to see their colleague, but didn't say anything to her. In all honesty, they didn't know what to say. It was only when Murphy appeared that she was disturbed, and he waved her into his office.

"What part of stay home and rest did you not understand detective," he demanded, a little harsher than he had intended to.

Charlotte looked at him, her big grey eyes full of sadness. "I need to be here sir. I can't stay at home when there is some bastard out there attacking my friends. Please. No field work, I'll ride a desk."

Murphy wavered slightly, but was determined to remain strong. "You need to heal properly and you can't do that here. See a therapist, take some time."

Charlotte's voice was barely a whisper, "I don't do well being shrunk. Listen, Tanner and Wilder, if this is them are attacking people connected with my world. You need me."

Murphy couldn't argue that she had pretty much done all the work on the case so far, made all the links. "Fine. But I see your ass out of that chair, and I'll have you escorted home."

She nodded and winced in pain as she rose to her feet. Her shoulder and ribs were still extremely tender. Murphy immediately regretted his decision to allow her to stay, but remained silent. He could see that she needed this, at least in the short term. As she exited the office Nick approached her and said in hushed tones, "are you alright? Do you need anything?"

She gave him a small smile, "thanks, but I'm fine."

"I don't think you will be once she's done with you," he muttered, nodding towards the woman standing at her desk.

Nick moved to walk away and allow the women some privacy but Charlotte grabbed his arm and whispered, "stay. Please. I need all the back up I can get."

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Olivia tried to sit up. It was dark and she couldn't see a thing. It became pretty obvious that she was blindfolded, the material across her eyes was tied so tight that she couldn't even open them. Her gag was still in place but her arms were now bound behind her back and her legs were tied far too tight. She lay on the hard ground, trying, and failing, to right herself into a sitting position. But she could hardly move. She couldn't hear anything and with being deprived of her sight she felt a feeling of panic start to rise, one that she fought to supress immediately. Distantly she could hear a woman whimpering, in pain and fear, and every instinct she possessed screamed at her to help her. Except she was helpless too. She fought against her binds to no avail and flinched when a hand grabbed her and roughly pulled her into a sitting position. Her back slammed against the wall and she groaned into her gag.

At this moment it struck her that she didn't remember anything after she had been thrown into the trunk of her own car. That concerned her, she couldn't be sure what had happened and she had no idea where she was. A vision of the snake tattoo flashed across her mind and she remembered that she was with the bastard who had attacked those three girls.

Olivia couldn't tell how long she was left sitting against the wall. She continued to struggle against her binds but the ties were too thick. She groaned as pain shot up her arms from where the harsh plastic cut into her wrists.

"Uh uh uh detective," a voice she didn't recognised said, in such a tone that reminded her of a child who had just got a new toy. He crouched down in front of her and pulled her blindfold from her. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light and then she found herself face to face with Michael Wilder. He was handsome, she noted, as she took in his features, trying not to be disconcerted at the fact that he was staring at her like she was a piece of meat. Eventually she averted her eyes, his gaze boring into her was making her feel more and more on edge, but he clasped her jaw tightly in his hand and turned her head back so she was forced to look into his cold eyes. "We're going to teach you a lesson, Detective Benson. You and Barbie both."

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"Mrs Williams, what can I do…," Charlotte began, but was cut off by her friend's mother raising her hand. Nick and Charley could tell that she had intended to come in all guns blazing, yelling and screaming at them, but was thrown off by Charlotte's battered and bruised appearance.

"It's Blair…," she started, "she's gone missing."

Charlotte's eyes widened in concern. "What do you mean missing?"

"She didn't come home last night, she went for a walk to clear her head, the first time she's left the house in days and then she didn't come home. I've been calling her cell non-stop and it just goes to voice mail…"

"Ok, it's ok, we'll track her down. Just try and calm down, we need you thinking clearly if we're going to find her."

Mrs Williams sank into the nearest seat and Nick waved Amanda and Fin into the room. They needed to hear this too. "What happened to you," Mrs Williams eventually asked Charlotte, nodding towards her arm in the sling and her cuts and bruises.

"Minor disagreement with four assholes on the street, no big deal," she said hurriedly casting a look at Nick, daring him to contradict her. He didn't, understanding that she did not wish to detract anything from Mrs Williams' troubles. She was more concerned for her friend than she was for herself and her own predicament. He mentally applauded her for that, most people in the levels of pain Charley was experiencing would sit on the side lines. They sat for over an hour brainstorming places where Blair could be, any clues as to where she had gone when something caught Charlotte's eye out in the squad room. Murphy was trying to attract her attention and was motioning that she join him. Beside him was a twelve year old girl.

She excused herself and approached Murphy exclaiming, "Mia! What's wrong baby, your mom said she told you to stay home."

Mia was sobbing hard and Charlotte pulled her into a one armed hug, trying to comfort the little girl. As she hugged Mia tight Charlotte was alerted to the fact that something hard and plastic was digging into her back. She released Mia and noticed that she was clutching a doll, like something she would have played with when she was a few years younger. This seemed off to Charlotte as she had not seen Mia play with a doll since she was eight. Drying her eyes she asked the little girl gently, "Mia, what happened?"

Through her sobs Mia managed to stammer, "Blair… gone… doll… came… to… house… note…," she thrust the doll at Charlotte who read the note attached to the Barbie doll.

Barbie,

You think you are so special,

You think you had the right to humiliate me,

It hurt,

Now it's my turn to hurt you!

And if that means I have to hurt other people then I will…

Charlotte looked at the note with a look of disgust. This didn't go unnoticed by Murphy who asked in a low voice, "what is it?"

"I think Nate has Blair," she responded.

Murphy looked at her in concern, "her rapist has abducted her?"

Charlotte nodded weakly. "This is all my fault," she whispered as she handed him the note.

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Olivia strained her neck, twisting it this way and that trying to identify the source of the whimpering, but the culprit was shielded from her view. She was more scared for the other young woman than she was for herself at this point. The sounds were full of fear, full of pain and Olivia would have given anything to stop it, to help her. Occasionally she would hear one of them chuckle, a chilling, evil sound that she would remember until the day she died. They were enjoying every moment of the torture they were inflicting on her.

Finally one of them approached and looked at her with a look of sheer ecstasy. He reached down to stroke her cheek and grunted in disgust when she jerked her head away. He crouched down in front of her and grabbed the sides of her head with both hands, forcing her to look at him. She closed hers, she had no desire to see the cold dead ones that he possessed but he shook her violently, resulting in her head hitting the wall behind her and she allowed a small, muffled whimper escape her lips. He chuckled, the same sound she had heard him make earlier. She shuddered.

"Stop playing around," a harsh male voice called from the next room, "get her in here. It won't be long before our guest arrives."

Olivia was pulled to her feet and unceremoniously, and as if she was a light as a feather he slung her over his shoulder. She resisted against him but that only made him hold her tighter. She was unable to make much of difference to her predicament in her bound state, and she felt helpless and weak. Before long she was thrown onto a bed so hard that she bounced a couple of times on the mattress as she landed. Suddenly the hands of both men were on her, exploring her body, violating, touching her all over and she writhed as best she could, screaming in to her gag. Eventually her hands were released, and faster than the speed of light she pulled them out from under her on the mattress, swinging at both men with all of her might, seeing her chance to fight back. She caught one hard on the cheek, the other in the nose and they grunted in pain and shock. It wasn't long, however, before they advanced again, fire in their eyes, intent on restraining their uncooperative captive.

She swung again, this time catching one in the gut and the other in the genitals. This time it slowed them enough that she had time to sit herself upright and she looked around frantically for something, anything, to free her legs. While she was scanning the room one of the men had recovered sufficiently to dive on top of her, pushing her back down onto the mattress, straddling her as she struggled beneath him.

"A little help," he screamed at his partner who was still cradling his package but limped around to the other side of the bed, and held her wrists. She screamed, but the sound was so pathetic and weak that it made them laugh again and she closed her eyes, trying to block out the sound of their glee. She was brought back to her senses when she felt her shirt being pushed over her head, her other captor only releasing her wrists for long enough to remove the clothing from her body completely. She felt exposed, lying beneath them, her blue bra the only thing covering her torso. Once her wrists were encased again the ties around her legs were cut and she felt a flash of fear take hold of her as her assailant pulled at her pants, stripping them from her body, leaving her in only her matching underwear set.

They looked hungrily at the sight below them, taking in her fear, noting that she had yet to shed a tear. This irritated them more than anything, she should be more scared than this. All the other girls had wept, begged, offered to do anything they wanted if they didn't hurt them. This one just looked at them defiantly, as though daring them to try anything, even in her less than advantageous situation.

She continued to fight against them as they pulled her to her feet. Pinning her between them they continued their exploration of her body, allowing their hands to touch her everywhere, one taking particular enjoyment in abusing her breasts, the other cupping her between her legs. She twisted and turned against their hold, struggling to free herself from them. Realising that she wasn't getting away from them anytime soon she reached up and pulled her gag from her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. She let out an ear splitting shriek, but then all too quickly she felt something hard and metal collide with the back of her head, almost hard enough to crack her skull. Her world went black.