Chapter 14: The Truth Hurts

Olivia paced in her apartment nervously, waiting for the phone to ring. She had sent Elliot and Fin and Munch and basically everyone a frantic message, asking where Ana was. It turned out, no one had seen her since she had left with Anna's father. Of course, no one knew it was Anna's father… he had been sitting at home, a bottle of beer in one hand and his phone in the other. Ana had promised to bring back his daughter, and he was going to hold her to that. But for the moment, Olivia knew absolutely nothing, and it was driving her crazy.

"If she went out on some wild adventure again I'm going to kick her ass," she vowed. "And I'm getting her a leash and collar for her birthday."

Fin and Elliot had been searching for hours, and no one knew where she was. The Chief of D's also announced that his daughter was missing as well, which only made Olivia more convinced that Ana was out somewhere doing some good deed. But something still nagged at her, like a voice in the back of her head. She knew something was wrong; she felt it in her gut. But this time she hoped that for once her gut was wrong.

Ana was usually good about leaving notes regarding where she was going. Even when she had fled to Vermont, she had told Olivia. But now, she had just... disappeared. It was very unlike her, and feeling certain it was her job to find her, Olivia grabbed her keys and headed out the door, hoping to where Ana was.

Meanwhile, Ana was tossed into the back of the van by Harris, right into Lacey. She curled herself into a ball in the corner, still weeping, and pulled her knees to her chest. Lacey stared; this was so unlike her! Had her argument with Olivia shattered her confidence completely, beyond repair? Lacey quickly moved over to her friend and wrapped her arms around her.

"Ana," she soothed, "Ana it's okay. Don't lose hope. We'll get through this I promise."

"I'm sorry," Ana whimpered as the doors slammed and the engine revved. "I brought you into this. I am so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Lacey told her. "Please, Ana, don't lose hope yet."

"I completely screwed us over," Ana moaned. "I should have planned ahead. I should have-"

"You did nothing wrong!" Lacey cried. "It's this sick son of a bitch's fault! It's not your fault he took us!"

"But it was only me he wanted," Ana whimpered. "I should have had you run faster. I should have had you get away a lot faster than I did."

"Anastasia Rose Benson," Lacey growled, "I am about to slap you silly. You didn't do anything wrong. And you know damn well that I wouldn't have let you go without me. You're just going to have to live with the fact that I'm here, and that I'm going to help you get out of here. I'm going to help get us both out of here."

"Thanks Lacey," Ana smiled, finally making eye contact with her friend. "Once we get there we can try to figure out a plan to escape, and get Anna free in the meantime."

"That's the Ana I know!" Lacey beamed.

The van suddenly jostled to a stop, which startled the girls; they hadn't even noticed they were moving. They didn't know how far away they were from Manhattan; New York, even! It couldn't have taken them such a short time to get to a different state.. could it?

The two girls huddled against each other as the doors to the van opened, and they looked with terrified eyes as Harris pulled open the doors with an evil, wild smile creeping up his lips.

"We're here," he sing-songed.

Those two words sent shivers up their spines, and only made them more certain of the terror they faced ahead. They barely felt the pricks in their arms as their eyelids drooped and their limbs went slack. The one subconscious thought they shared, however, was that no matter what, they had to escape.

Olivia walked around in the dark of Central Park, praying for any sign of her cousin. Ana liked to jog in Central Park, and would stay out late sometimes. Olivia prayed that this was the case. She walked along the path, when suddenly she came across the imprint of a foot. She kneeled down and examined it, nearly falling over as she realized she knew it; it was Ana's! She followed the footprints and saw as the spiraled, and saw other footprints as well. Big footprints…heavy, men's footprints. Olivia's heart raced as she took it all in, also examining the scuff marks from tires that had appeared in the now dried mud.

"No," she whispered, looking around at the scene and trying to understand. "She wasn't…she couldn't have been…"

She imagined Ana walking in the park, alone and at night, when a van pulled up in front of her. She saw Ana being knocked down, her shirt and jeans impressions being left in the dirt. And she imagined Ana being snatched up and tossed into a van, helpless, and without any communication. It was too much for Olivia; she dropped to her knees, breathless. It couldn't happen again. Not again. And she had never been able to truly apologize to Ana in the first place. Ana was still mad at her. A feeling of guilt washed over Olivia as she realized that the last thing she and Ana talked about was the fact that Olivia had screwed up, and that Ana didn't fully trust her anymore.

"I'm going to make this right," Olivia vowed into the silent night. "I'm going to find her, no matter what."

She got to her feet and pulled out her cell phone, dialing her friends' numbers and creating a new text message.

Get to Central Park now. Bring Cragen and CSU. I think Ana's been kidnapped.

Notes: The next few chapters are going to be exciting! :D You guys are so sweet to Ana… Thanks for reading and please don't forget to review! Thanks!