An update! Yay! Also, if I was able to surprise one of you with the Porter reveal, then I did my job ;)

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Elliot ran into the driver's seat of his car, starting it up as he watched McKinley and Cragen run after him. "What's wrong?" Cragen asked once he reached the car. He quickly hopped into the passenger seat and shut the door.

Without a word McKinley jumped into the backseat, causing Elliot to glare at him through the rearview mirror. Just because he hadn't been the one to rape Olivia, didn't mean he trusted the man.

"Porter knows we know," Elliot said, putting the car into reverse and pulling out of his driveway. "Cap, he's going to do something stupid. I just know it."

Cragen pulled out his phone as Elliot sped through his neighborhood. "I'll call and get a location on her phone," he said.

"There's no need," McKinley said, speaking for the first time since telling the detective that Porter was the man who had raped Olivia. "I know where the house is."

Cragen glanced over his shoulder, a little unsettled by the fact that McKinley knew where a secret safe house was. "And how do you know this?"

McKinley looked up at the captain. "Porter is not as clever as he likes to think," he said. "Take this left," he told Elliot, before looking back at Cragen.

Elliot followed McKinley's directions, no matter how much it aggravated him to be taking orders from the man. He needed to get to Olivia and the baby, fast, and if McKinley was the fastest way to get there, then so be it.

Elliot ran into the house, McKinley at his heels. Cragen, who was still trying to calm his racing heart, slowly got out of the car and pulled out his phone again, before he watched both men unholster their guns.

Elliot looked over at McKinley, who nodded, telling him to go, before he kicked the front door to the safe house open. Without a word both men raced into the house, guns drawn and ready for anything. They walked through the first room, stopping in front of the kitchen. Elliot pointed towards the bedroom, making McKinley nod, before the FBI agent quietly went down the dark hallway, his gun firmly held in his hand.

Elliot watched as McKinley disappeared down the hall, before he turned to look in the kitchen. "Clear," he heard McKinley yell, before the man reappeared in the main room. "He took them somewhere else." He re-holstered his gun as Cragen walked through the front door, placing his phone into his front pocket.

"Fin, Taru, and Forensics are on their way," Cragen said, watching as Elliot put his gun back into its holster. "I'll put out a missing persons."

Elliot nodded. He pulled his phone back out of his pocket and continued to call Olivia, hoping that she would pick up. He had to know she was okay. If he lost her or the baby, he didn't know what he would do.

"Looks like he knocked her out with this," O'Halloran explained, using a gloved hand to pick up the rag on the floor. He waited until Elliot put on a pair of latex gloves before handing the detective the wet rag.

Elliot took the rag, pinching it between his index finger and thumb. He put it under his nose and took a small sniff, before pulling the rag away from his face. "Chloroform," he said, watching as O'Halloran nodded his head in agreement.

"We can test it to be sure, but I doubt there's something else laced with it." He took the damp rag out of Elliot's hand and placed it into a clear plastic evidence bag.

"Anything else you can tell me?" Elliot asked.

O'Halloran shrugged his shoulder. "Based on the indents in the crib, I can tell you the baby was here as well," he said, walking away from the kitchen counter, and into the main room where a dozen other people were working. "Other than that, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait on a full sweep."

Elliot nodded. "Thanks Ryan," he said quietly. He watched as the forensic scientist nodded and walked down the hall into the bedroom, hoping he was able to find more evidence that would give them a better idea of what had happened here.

"Have you gotten a hold of Olivia yet?" Cragen asked, walking up behind his detective.

Elliot shook his head. He had been calling Olivia's cell phone for the past hour, and every time it went to voicemail, his heart sank a little more.

"Do you think you should try one more time?" McKinley asked. Elliot looked up and over at the FBI agent, who was standing next to Morales. Taru had come and set up a mobile station in case Porter had called while they were at the safe house. The next time they got a call through, they would get a trace, and Elliot would know just where Porter had taken Olivia and Charlie. "Stabler," McKinley began. He wanted to help the man as much as he could, but first Elliot was going to learn they were on the same side. "Porter wants you to know he has her. He's going to answer that phone."

Elliot nodded as he pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket. He quickly dialed Olivia's number and waited for the phone to ring. Once. Twice. Three times it rang. He was ready to hang up once he heard that fourth ring, but it never came. Instead he heard someone answer, his blood boiling at the sound of his voice.

Olivia woke up with a groan. What the hell had happened? Her head was pounding and her stomach was queasy. She tried to lift a hand to her head, hoping to stop the dizzy feeling in her temples, but she was unable to. "What the hell?" she asked softly, as she looked down her body. Her arms, as well as her legs, torso, wrists, and ankles, were tied to a chair, keeping her still. She jerked her shoulder forward, trying to break the ropes that held her in place.

What was going on? She tried to remember what had happened, but the pounding in her head made it nearly impossible. The door behind her creaked, causing her heart to jump. Someone was here with her, and she was not going to let them get the best of her. She tried to pull her wrists free, but the ropes weren't budging.

"Well, look who's awake?"

Olivia tensed up. She knew that voice. "Porter? What the hell is going on?"

Porter walked in front of Olivia, watching as her nostrils flared when she saw her daughter in his arms. "Come on Olivia, you're smarter than that."

Olivia tried to think back, but mostly everything was a blur. She remembered packing for the safe house. She remembered Porter arriving and taking her to said house, and she remembered getting a call from Elliot.

"You son of a bitch," she said, furrowing her eyebrows. All this time it had been him. He was the man who had raped her, he was the man who had sent those notes, and right now he was the one holding the most important thing to her in his arms.

Porter shook his head. "Olivia, not in front of the baby. Do you really want our daughter's first word to be profanity?"

Olivia struggled against the ropes once more. "You raped me!" she yelled, trying to hold back tears. "Why Porter? Why?"

Porter smirked and kept silent. He looked down at the baby in his arms as he gently swayed, keeping the infant content for the moment. He opened his mouth to speak when the two heard Olivia's cell phone ring.

Porter let the phone ring twice, before giving Olivia another smirk. "I think we've made Elliot sweat long enough. Don't you think?" he asked, waiting for the phone to ring once more. He pulled Olivia's phone from his pocket and answered it with another smirk.

"Hello Detective," he said smugly. Porter waited for Elliot to respond, pulling the phone away from his hear when Elliot began to yell through the phone. "Now Elliot, there is a baby here, please refrain from using those words." Porter put the phone on speaker so Olivia could hear their conversation.

"Where is she?" Elliot asked. Olivia could tell he was clenching his jaw, trying so hard to lose it.

"She's perfectly safe Elliot," Porter said, placing the phone in front of her face. "Say hello Olivia."

"Liv?"

Olivia's heart raced. "Elliot," she began, her eyes never leaving her daughter in the FBI agent's arms.

"Liv, are you okay? How's the baby?"

Olivia sighed. "I'm fine Elliot, and Charlie's okay."

"And it better stay that way, or I swear I'll kill you Porter. You hear me, you piece of sh-"

"Detective, I've already told you, stop using that language around my daughter. Now, I'm sure you and McKinley have gotten a trace on Olivia's phone by now? Good, better hope you make it before it's too late." With that, he hung up the phone and threw it to the ground, before smashing it with the heel of his foot.

"Porter, just tell me why," Olivia pleaded, wanting to know why this man had ruined her life.

Porter ignored Olivia, before he turned towards the kitchen and grabbed his gun from the counter. "There's no time for that," he said, turning back to the bound woman. He watched as Olivia's eyes grew wide, fear running across her face. "We have other plans to attend to." With that he pistol whipped Olivia across the face, knocking her out.

Elliot clenched his jaw, wanting nothing more than to climb through the phone and beat the shit out of this man. He quickly looked over at McKinley and Morales, telling them to start a trace, before placing the call on speaker phone. "You fucking bastard. I swear-"

"Now Elliot," Porter began, "There is a baby here, please refrain from using those words."

Elliot flared his nostrils. "Get your hands off my daughter," he said. "Where's Olivia? What have you done to her? Where is she?"

"She's perfectly safe Elliot." There was a pause. "Say hello Olivia."

Elliot tensed up. "Liv?" he asked cautiously, unsure of what he was going to hear on the other end of the phone.

"Elliot," she said softly.

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was alive, for now. "Liv, are you okay? How's the baby.

Olivia sighed. "I'm fine Elliot, and Charlie's okay."

Elliot nodded to himself. He looked over at Morales who nodded and gave him a thumbs up, letting him know they had a location on Olivia's cellphone. "And it better stay that way, or I swear I'll kill you Porter. You hear me, you piece of sh-"

"Detective," Porter interrupted. "I've already told you, stop using that language around my daughter." Porter paused, knowing Elliot was angry that Porter would even consider he was Charlie's father. "Now, I'm sure you and McKinley have gotten a trace on Olivia's phone by now? Good, better hope you make it before it's too late."

Elliot listened as the call was disconnected, before he turned to Morales. "Where are they?" he demanded, shoving his phone into his pocket.

McKinley unplugged his phone from Morales' station and held it for Elliot to see. "Let's go," he said, walking out of the house.

Elliot ran out after him. As long as they had the common interest of stopping Porter, he would work with him. After all, there was another FBI agent who was number one on his hate list.

The two had been driving for nearly 40 minutes and Elliot was growing anxious with each passing minute. Over all the drive had been quiet, with only the occasional question about directions to break the silence.

"I'm sorry."

Elliot looked over at the man who was driving. "What for?" he asked, glancing over at McKinley's phone, trying to see how close they were to their destination.

McKinley shrugged. "You seem like a good man Elliot, and you and Olivia seem like great detectives. You guys don't deserve what Porter has put you through."

Elliot nodded. "The thing that gets me is Olivia trusted Porter. She trusted him and he took advantage of that." He let out a small sigh. "When did you figure it out?"

McKinley looked over at Elliot and sighed. It was time the truth finally came out. "A days ago," he answered. "I mean, I always had my suspicions, although I wasn't sure until he showed up at your house late at night."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "You were following him?"

McKinley nodded. "The Bureau had a feeling Porter had gone rogue, but only in some corporate conspiracy schemes. The partnered me with him a year ago, hoping I would catch him in the act, but I never thought he would do anything like this."

"How did you figure it out?"

McKinley turned down a small street and looked back at his phone, confirming he was going the correct way. "The flowers at the hospital. Two floors up, Porter paid a nurse to deliver them anonymously. So I snuck into his apartment and found the receipts for flowers and other gifts that mysteriously appeared." McKinley continued to drive. "I tried to remember how Porter could have done this, when I remembered on the night of Olivia's attack, I was in a video conference with my boss. One that Porter conveniently missed."

Elliot waited for McKinley to park the car in front of an apartment building. "How did he know Hudgens would rape in New York that same night?"

McKinley turned the car off. "I checked his computer. He had been following Donald's series of rapes for months. Hudgens had taken a flight back to New York two days before the rape, so Porter knew it was only a matter of time before the jerk raped again."

Elliot shook his head. How could he have been so stupid and not noticed how every time Olivia's rapist had shown up, so did Porter. "What's going to happen if we're too late?" Elliot asked, dreading the answer.

McKinley got out of the car, shut his door, and stepped onto the sidewalk. "He's too obsessed to do anything to Olivia," he explained. "As far as the baby, I don't know what he's capable of anymore."

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