Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just enjoy using Dick Wolf's characters for my own twisted pleasure.

Olivia came around slowly. It was the sense of touch that brought her to wakefulness first. She could feel the cold, hard ground beneath her; it felt like concrete. The air was damp and moist. She could feel her hands tied behind her, the zip tie digging into her wrists. Her shoulder was twisted awkwardly underneath her, aching softly. She opened her eyes warily, looking around her for any sign of another human being.

The room looked like an empty basement. Glancing around, Olivia was able to make out a door on the opposite wall. There wasn't much in the way of lighting, simply a bare bulb that hung from the ceiling on a thin chain.

When Olivia was certain she was alone, she made to push herself up, not an easy feat with her hands tied as they were. It was at this time that she became aware of the fact that she was no longer wearing her long sleeved shirt from that morning-or was it yesterday? Olivia's sense of time was gone; she had no idea how long she had been trapped in this hole.

Taking another cursory glance around the dank area, she saw the missing piece of clothing, lying in shreds five feet away. Alarm bells went off in her head. What activity had been performed by her captors that resulted in the complete destruction of her clothing? She was slightly reassured when she glanced down and saw her jeans and tank top still in place. She felt no real pain, other than a dull throbbing in her head, and she was morbidly glad that whatever hurt she would endure had not happened yet.

The door opened while she was still struggling to right herself, and she stopped cold at the harsh laughter coming from the masked man in the entrance.

"Having trouble?" he asked sinisterly.

Olivia's heart turned to ice, before beginning to pump furiously. She recognized that voice from the store. The last time she had seen him, he had been holding a gun to her head and feeling her up through the pretense of a pat down. She narrowed her eyes, refusing to let him see her fear.

"What do you want?" she asked harshly.

The man did not answer her question, but walked closer, stopping barely a foot away, and crouched down so that he was closer to her eye level. "All in due time, detective," he replied in a sickly sweet voice that immediately had the hairs on her arm standing straight up. She did not like the look he was raking all over her body.

Her jaw clenched and she continued to glare. "How does Alyssa Hildrige fit into all of this?" she asked, looking for a reaction when she mentioned their victim.

The man said nothing, but she could see the surprise in his eyes through his mask. He quickly smoothed it out, and lifted his hand to touch the small tattoo that was now visible above the neckline of her tank top, placed symbolically over her heart. He ignored her jerk back, and continued to feel his way up her shoulder and then back down, dangerously close to her breasts, always coming back to the tattoo.

"Very nice," he commented, still in that eerily sweet voice. "They're going to love it."

He said nothing more, but stood up and left the room, leaving Olivia alone with her thoughts once more.

As soon as the door closed and she heard a deadbolt lock into place, Olivia let her mask fall. She was haunted by the man's last line. She had worked sex crimes for over a decade. She heard the meaning behind his words.

Her head dropped to her chest, and she stared at her tattoo, still feeling his hands on her, touching, enjoying. She remembered getting that tattoo; it had been more for memory, symbolic, rather than because she liked marking her skin permanently with ink. The small phoenix bird sat over her heart, reminding her of the tough times she had been through, and how she had risen from the ashes of all of it, coming out better and stronger than before. It had been sometime after the Crewes case; she had felt herself crumbling, unable to talk to anyone about what had happened, feeling guilty for letting it impede her work, and shame that she couldn't just brush it off. She had chosen this particular symbol of rising from death because she felt that it would be a reminder that it was the bad times, the things that people just wanted to shove away and forget had ever happened, that truly showed a person's real character.

Olivia smiled, reassured, and mentally set herself to deal with whatever happened next. She wasn't going down without a fight.

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"Do we have anything yet?" Cragen asked as he came through the doors of the precinct after a rather brutal conversation with the Chief of D's.

Fin looked up from where he was standing by the Hildrige board, no doubt looking for any clues in her murder that might lead them to those responsible, and thus lead them to Olivia. Sadly, he shook his head, and Cragen visibly drooped. He said no more, just headed into his office and shut the door behind him.

Fin looked over to Elliot, who was on his phone, talking furiously at a low volume, and Fin could not make out the words. He turned to his partner, who was also at his desk, but seemed to be glancing at Olivia's empty desk more than at the papers on his own. Fin was sadly reminded of a short time ago, when the four of them were all waiting for their fellow detective to return; at that time, however, they had at least known where the woman was, and that she was going to be all right. Now all they were faced with were dead ends and uncertainties.

Elliot slammed his phone down angrily, drawing the attention of the room. Several of them smirked; time-bomb Stabler was back. He really was a chore to work with without Olivia to temper his flame. They had all noticed how much calmer the detective had been since he and Olivia had made their relationship public, and even before, since the pair had started dating, though at the time, none of them had known the reason behind it.

Munch looked over at Elliot, while Fin merely glanced over before moving to pick up his ringing phone, praying that this call would be the one that led them to their missing comrade.

Munch pushed himself back from his desk and made his way over to Elliot. He said nothing, just leaned against the desk and looked down at the detective sympathetically.

Elliot looked up at the sergeant wearily. Any hope that the man had something died with one glance.

Munch put a hand on his colleague's shoulder and let it rest there reassuringly. A part of his brain noted irrelevantly that he seemed to be doing a lot of Olivia's job of calming 'the Hulk' down lately.

Elliot took a breath and forced himself to relax. He knew he wasn't doing anyone, especially not his partner, any good like this. Only by maintaining a clear head could he hope to be of any use. But the larger part of his brain was telling that thought to screw itself. He needed his better half back. And this was worse than when she had been in the hospital. At least then he knew what had happened. If-no, when-they found her, who knew what she would have had to endure.

Fin's slamming of his phone back on its cradle jarred both detective and sergeant out of their separate thoughts. He looked over at the two, as well as the captain who had just exited his office once again. "Got something," he said simply, standing up and grabbing his gun.

Munch and Elliot followed suit, and the three of them headed out the door, followed by Cragen.

It was in the elevator that Fin finally explained. "Good Samaritan saw a young woman being tossed from a dark colored sedan on 18th street. She called 9-1-1 and the hospital called us."

Fin paused for a moment and Elliot jumped in. "How exactly does this help us Fin?" he asked angrily. "We can't take on a new case now."

Fin glanced at his colleagues. "The girl's injuries are a match to Alyssa Hildrige, only this girl ain't dead yet."

It was Cragen's turn to speak up. "And how exactly does this help us find Olivia?"

Fin smiled wryly. "Because the witness got the license plate number."

I hope you like the whole tattoo thing. I have a phoenix tattoo on my shoulder, and I really love the symbolism of the bird. I felt like it could really apply to Olivia.

And I know it's really short, but that felt like a good place to end. And I hope you enjoy getting an update now, rather than wait another few days, just to get a longer one =]

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