The Captain hangs up the phone. He looks over at Nick, who sits on Olivia's couch.
"What did John say?"
"He pulled her phone records."
"And?"
"She got a text before she left," Cragen reveals.
"From who?"
"A prepaid number."
"How does that help us?"
"We found footage of her at a toll, crossing the bridge. There was someone in the back of the car with her."
"What are you saying? Someone lured her out of the apartment?"
"That is what it looks like."
"Why is this happening? What if something happens to her?"
"Nick," Cragen warns, "You can't think like that."
"How can I not? Olivia has wanted this baby for so long. This doesn't seem fair."
"Nick, we are going to find her."
"What if we don't get to her in time? What if we can't save her? It isn't fair. She should get the chance to raise this baby. I can't do this by myself. I don't want to do this by myself. I want her back. There are so many things that I need to say to her."
"Nick, calm down, we are going to find her. I promise."
"You can't promise me that you'll bring her home safe."
"Please don't go down that road," Cragen begs.
"What if she comes home in a body bag?" He blinks away tears.
"She won't. We are going to bring her home, alive."
"Don't make promises that you can't keep," he warns.
They find her car sitting outside an abandoned warehouse. Amanda looks over at her partner, with a grim expression. He un-holsters his weapon.
"This isn't good Fin," she comments.
"I know."
"A man she put behind bars abducted her," she reminds.
"I know."
"This may not end well."
He doesn't say anything as they approach the warehouse. They hear what sounds like shots being fired. They move through the side entrance of the warehouse, slowly, and cautiously. They comb through the warehouse carefully. The sound is identified as a back up generator malfunctioning. They find no sign of Olivia, or her abductor. By the time that they exit the building CSU has arrived to examine the crime scene.
She finds herself bound to a pole in an abandoned barn. Her captor stands before her, with a gun in his hands.
"How long do you think that it is going to be before they find you, and throw your ass back in prison?"
"It doesn't matter, because at least it won't be in vain."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You know why," he grits his teeth.
"No, I don't. Tell me."
"You don't really want to know."
"You're right," she admits, "I don't care why you're doing this. I just know that I need you to let me go. Let me go, and no one gets hurt. You can leave, and be a free man. You don't have to go back to prison. I want to get home to my daughter."
"That is exactly why you're here."
"Because of my daughter?" She furrows her brow.
"Exactly."
"I don't understand," she realizes.
"You took everything from me."
"I," she grits her teeth, "didn't take anything from you. You are the one who chose to viciously assault three women. Your actions are what landed you in prison."
"I never would have ended up there if it weren't for you."
"What do you want me to say, I'm sorry? I am not sorry. How did you get out so soon?"
"So soon? I spent fifteen years in prison."
"So this is revenge for that? You want to make me suffer because you feel that I am responsible for you going to prison?"
"No. I want you to know what it feels like to have everything you cared about ripped away from you. I want you to know what it is like to miss your child every single day."
"Why?"
"My daughter was two years old when I went to prison. I was a good father. I worked hard, I gave her everything that she needed. I took good care of her. When I went to prison I found out that her mother, my wife was pregnant with my son. I have missed his entire life. He doesn't know me. My daughter graduated from high school, and I missed it. I have missed every single important moment in their lives, and it is because of you."
"You took a plea deal."
"Because my lawyer was certain that I wouldn't win at trial."
"Because you are a vicious predator."
"Detective Benson I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not. I didn't do anything to any of those women. I never laid a finger on any of them. I am innocent."
"If you are innocent why did you take a plea bargain?"
"I didn't want to go away for life, and never see my children ever again."
"If you didn't do it why would you take a plea?"
"You saw the evidence. Everything pointed to me."
"You really expect me to believe that you didn't do it?"
"You don't have to believe me. You don't have to believe anything that I say. You are going to die out here in this barn, alone. Your daughter is going to grow up without a mother. That is on you."
"Why me?"
"Because you were so sure that I did it. You are the one who pushed, and pushed, until the D.A. saw it your way."
"What proof do you have that you didn't do it?"
"I have been through those case files a million times."
"And?"
"I know exactly who did it."
"Tell me."
"You aren't going to believe me."
"I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"Help me? Like you helped me fifteen years ago? It is too late to help me now. I spent fifteen years in prison. You can't give me those years back. You can't fix what you did. I don't want your help."