A/N: So sorry this has taken so long to get out, but life's gotten in the way of this one and my muse has decided she likes my other WIPs better. Here you are at last. The next chapter is already half-written.

"You know you'll never get away with this," Trish told Nicole when she saw her the next day. The teen had woken up in a dark room void of all forms of natural light, and illuminated only by an industrial light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Nicole grinned, completely without humor, as she took a few steps closer to her prisoner, "Poor little girl, who ever said anything about getting away?"

"He's going to kill you," Trish tried again, unsure what Nicole was getting at.

Nicole laughed fully before she replied with, "Why would that bother me, Trishna? In fact, I'm counting on it."

Trish's face furrowed into a frown, "Why are you doing this? What purpose does torturing him like this serve? What makes you think you can break him?'

Her smile was eerie and calm, "I have taken away from him the same thing he took away from me. Now be a good girl and eat your vegetables." It was then that Trish noticed that the same burly man who had helped in her capture was with them in the room and carrying a tray of food.

The teen unconsciously shied away from the man, causing Nicole to laugh, "If I wanted to kill you, Trish, you wouldn't be alive now. Would you?"

Her shielded brown eyes met the cold blue ones laughing menacingly back at her, "That depends how much you want my uncle to suffer."

Nicole's feral grin was all the response Trish got from the woman as the burly man approached, causing the girl to unconsciously flinch back into a ball of limbs.

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Elli whimpered sadly as she finally approached the human who took care of her human. She wanted her human. It wasn't that this other human was mean to her by any means - she was certain that he liked her … but her human would scratch her behind her ears and play with her even if she was doing something already. Elli's human always played with her.

She whimpered again as she pawed the leg of her human's uncle. When he looked down she did her best to look sad as she barked once, requesting to be picked up. He sighed and knelt down to do so. Elli burrowed her head in the crook of his arm as he petted her gently. He really was quite comfortable.

"I miss her, too," he whispered to the dog confidentially.

"Goren, you can't stay here tonight," Fin reminded him a few moments later. "It's a crime scene."

He nodded, "I know …"

"You'll stay at my place," Alex said firmly, "And I won't hear anything different, understand?"

Bobby nodded mutely, wondering how she knew that he would want to stay there. It would be the only way for him to get any amount of sleep while Trish remained in the hands of Nicole Wallace.

Stabler wasn't a big fan of Robert Goren, but he did like how his niece was with his daughters, and he held a certain amount of respect for the big detective for taking the girl in when she had no one else to turn to and no where else to go. He felt the need to give him some sort of consolidation and hope.

"Goren," he said, his face as serious as his voice, "We'll find her."

Bobby shook his head, "I don't doubt that, Stabler. We'll find what Nicole wants us to find when she wants us to find it."

Alex frowned with worry at her partner before thanking the SVU detectives and moving to usher him out the door. "Come on, big guy, I got a nice big couch with your name on it."

"I need clothes, Eames," he tried to tell her, "And we need to get food for Elli."

"There's a bag of food at my place for Elli, and you left your duffel bag over there from when you were looking for this place with Trish. Let's go, Goren," her tone left no room for argument and soon the two were walking toward the elevator, on their way down to the parking garage.

"Damn it," Stabler said, "What kind of psycho would do this?"

"We deal with pedophiles and rapists every day, Elliot," Benson replied.

He shook his head at his partner as they got into their own SUV and made their way back to their squad room to look over the facts and try to get Trish back as soon as possible. "This isn't a pedophile or a rapist, Liv. This … woman - haven't you heard the stories about what she did to Goren? She's pure evil. We gotta get Trish outta there before anything happens to her."

"From your mouth to God's ear."

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"Dad?" Kathleen approached her father timidly two days later. "There's a rumor going around school about Trish."

Elliot looked up sharply at his daughter. "What about Trish?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

"People are saying she got kidnapped, Dad. Is that true?" Kathleen asked her father, her eyes full of fear and trepidation.

Elliot knew he shouldn't tell her that they were true - hell, they hadn't even heard anything from Wallace about a ransom or any other demands. He hesitated too long, however, and Kathleen gasped in surprise, "They are true. Trish is kidnapped!"

"We're doing everything we can to get her back, sweetheart," he tried to sooth his daughter. "We'll get her back."

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Deakins hated seeing his detectives out of control, but there was no other way to put it: since Wallace got hold of Trish, Bobby had been punishing himself and trying to find out where she was. He'd been put on leave since the day of the kidnapping, but that didn't stop Goren from going into work and unofficially trying to find his niece.

It was so hard for Deakins and the rest of the squad watch their fellow detective spiral into that vortex of self-destruct, and none of them were sure what would have happened if it hadn't been for Eames. Sometimes Logan was able to get Goren to at least eat a few bites of real food … but Eames was the only one who was able to convince him to sleep.

Then, on day three of the investigation, Deakins got the call they had been anxiously awaiting.

"You might want to bring in Bobby, Captain Deakins," an Australian voice told him as soon as he picked up the phone. "Wouldn't want him to miss the opportunity to speak to his niece, now would we?"

"Goren, Eames, get in here," Deakins shouted before putting the call on speaker phone.

"We're here," Goren said to whoever was on the other line of the phone, "Now what?"

"I thought you might like to know my demands, Bobby," Nicole told him flippantly from the other end of the connection. "Don't bother trying to trace this call - it's being bounced off five different satellites in Singapore."

"What do you want, Nicole?" Bobby snapped at his tormentor.

Her evil laughter filled the room before she replied, "More than you'd ever give me, Bobby." She let the innuendo hang in the air before she continued, "But if you really want to know …"

"Before I do anything, Nicole," he spat, "I want to talk to Trish."

"Of course you do. You have one minute."

The phone was transferred and during the transfer he heard the sounds of someone being rudely awoken.

"Uncle Bobby?" Trish's terrified voice asked.

"Trish," he said, closing his eyes to stop the tears that threatened to escape. "It's going to be all right."

"Uncle Bobby," she whispered tiredly, "None of this is your fault. I love you."

"I love you, too," he whispered in reply as the phone was transferred back to Nicole and her cruel voice came on the line again.

"Now you've spoken to her and you know she's all right," an angry Nicole snapped at him, "I expect you to be a little more cooperative now."

"What do you want, Nicole?"

She chuckled, "I want Gwen back."

The line went dead.

A/N: So? What do you all think? Poor Elli. Thank you all so much for the reviews you've been feeding me. Please keep them coming to help motivate my lazy muse. I can't promise when the next update will be, but a flicker of hope: THIS WILL NOT BECOME MY FIRST PERMINATE WIP. I WILL FINISH IT.

Oh, and Happy Father's Day.