Yes, yes. An update. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this one. It's a rough and choppy chapter, so please bear with me.

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Elliot and McKinley rushed into the apartment building, completely forgoing the elevator and instead rushing over to the staircase in the rear. The two quickly climbed the steps, two at a time, until they reached the third floor. McKinley pulled out his phone, hoping the trace Morales was able to get on Olivia's phone would tell them which of the four third floor apartments Olivia was. He held up the phone and took a few steps to the right before letting out a groan. "We're going to need to check them all," he said, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

Elliot groaned. He didn't have time for this. He needed to find Olivia and Charlie now. He turned to look at the two apartment doors behind him and sighed. He only had a one out of four chance of picking the right apartment; not very good odds. "We don't have time to go through all of them," Elliot said, quickly picking one of the apartments at random. He kicked the door open, praying that no one on the other end was going to get hurt, or sue him for the door. He quickly drew his gun and entered the dim apartment. "Police," he called, identifying himself in case he had scared an innocent family.

He turned to his left and saw McKinley walk into the apartment, his own gun drawn and ready to be fired if needed. Elliot walked further into the apartment and over into the one small bedroom, checking to make sure no one was in it, before coming back out. "Elliot."

Elliot looked over at McKinley, who had flicked on the lights and was now standing in the middle of the room. "I think this was them," he said, pointed to a turned over chair.

Elliot nodded, before holstering his weapon. He looked down and sighed. Porter had escaped again. "Where did he go this time?" Elliot asked, his foot kicking aside the ropes that were thrown on the floor.

McKinley knelt down, studying something on the floor. "I don't know," he began, pushing his fingers into the carpet. "But we better find out soon." He pulled his fingers up and showed them to Elliot.

Blood. Someone had been hurt. Had it been Olivia? Had it been Porter? God forbid it was the baby. Elliot didn't know the answers to these questions, but he was trying his hardest to answer them. "It's going to take an hour for forensics and Taru to get here," Elliot said, frustrated that Porter was toying with them.

McKinley walked over to the overturned chair and sighed. "Taru might not be any help," he said, pointing to Olivia's broken cell phone on the floor.

'Crap,' Elliot thought, 'He destroyed the phone'. Porter knew how to cover his tracks.

McKinley stood up, his eyes scanning the rest of the room. Besides the broken phone and the tossed chair, the apartment was pretty bare. The only other items that seemed to inhabit the gloomy apartment was a microwave, a recliner, and a computer. "Maybe we won't need forensics," he said, walking over to the end of the room. He switched on the computer, waiting for the monitor to power on before letting out a sigh of relief. At least the old machine worked.

"Are you hoping Porter forgot how to kidnap someone 101?" Elliot asked sarcastically, as he joined McKinley at the computer.

McKinley shook his head, as the desktop and program icons began to pop up on the screen. "He's not as clever as he likes to think," he said, as he began to type away on the keyboard.

Elliot watched as things began to pop up on the screen. Pictures, documents, and internet downloads continued to pop up on the screen as McKinley typed away. "What exactly are you looking for?" Elliot asked as he looked over the images on the screen.

McKinley shrugged. "A location, a time, anything that'll lead us to where Porter took Olivia. He tapped a few more keys on the keyboard and watched the screen. "Bingo," he said after a few minutes, clicking on the document on the screen.

Elliot read the file, his eyes widening. "I'll call Cragen on the way," he said, as he rushed out of the door. He ran down the hallway towards the stairs, when he heard the elevator open with a ding.

"Detective Stabler?"

Elliot looked back to find three uniformed officers standing in front of the elevator. He nodded his head, letting the three know they had the right man. "Officers Brady, Ortiz, and Johanson, sir," One of the officers said. "Our captain received a call from your Captain Cragen, letting us know the situation. Is there anything we can do to help sir?"

Elliot looked at the young officers. "I need you two to stay and maintain the apartment the way it is until forensics can get here," he said pointing to the two officers who had remained quiet. The two officers nodded, before turning and heading into the apartment with McKinley. "You," he said, turning to the remaining officer. He looked up and saw McKinley walk out of the apartment, quickly ending whatever short phone call he had been in. "I need you to take us the closest airport."

Olivia opened her eyes, her head screaming with more pain than before. Where was she? She turned her head to the right and looked out the passenger door window. She heard the driver's door to the car open, and without turning her head, she knew it was Porter.

"You're awake. Good," he said, taking a seat behind the wheel. He waited for Olivia to respond to him, but when she didn't move, he continued. "Are you ready to go?"

Olivia, angry that she had let herself believe he had once cared for her, turned to look at the FBI agent. "Where's my daughter?" she asked, glaring at the man she had once trusted.

Porter reached over and opened the glove box, before pulling out a smaller envelope. "She's safe, for now," he said, shutting the envelope. "And she'll stay safe unless you don't do what I tell you. Now, are we ready to behave?" he asked, nodding to the handcuffs that kept Olivia's wrists bound to the door handle.

Olivia took a deep breath. She wanted nothing more than to hurt him just as bad as he had hurt her, but she knew she had to do everything he said, for Charlie's wellbeing. She didn't know what he had done with her daughter, but until she was certain the baby was safe, she was going to be as careful as possible. "Yes," she said quietly.

Porter nodded, before reaching over and unlocking Olivia's handcuffs. He waited a few seconds, bracing himself for Olivia to hit him, however when she didn't he continued to take them off her wrists.

"What are we doing?" Olivia asked, rubbing a particularly sore spot on her wrist.

"You'll see in a minute," he replied, before turning to open his door, letting his jacket open enough for Olivia to see the gun holstered to his waist.

Olivia sighed, before opening the door and stepping out of the car. Her eyes widened when she realized where they were. Porter had taken her to an airport, trying to get her away from Elliot and her daughter. "You can't be serious," she said turning to face Porter, who was pulling something out of the trunk of the car.

"Just do as I say," he said, gripping the duffle bags handle as he slammed the trunk closed. He walked over to Olivia, grabbed her arm, and led her to the front entrance.

"I want to see my daughter," Olivia said, trying her hardest not to wince at Porter's iron grip on her arm.

The two walked through a pair of sliding glass doors and made their way to the front desk. "You'll see her soon, unless you don't cooperate."

Olivia looked over at the man. "You wouldn't dare," she began.

"You don't know what I would do," he stated, before greeting the elderly lady behind the counter. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Greene here. I called this morning."

The lady smiled and nodded. "Oh yes, the newlyweds." She began to type away on the computer. "I'll need to go get that form for you Mr. Greene. It'll only take a moment."

Olivia watched the woman walk away, before turning to Porter. "What form? Where are we going?"

"Just protocol for me to carry my gun on board. I need to make sure you're not going to try anything when we're away. And we're leaving New York, for good. Elliot doesn't deserve you, and he doesn't deserve Charlie. I'm taking you and my daughter somewhere he'll never find you. Maybe then you'll realize we can be a family."

Olivia continued to stare at the man. There was no way in hell he was going to take her away from Elliot. She only hoped he would find her in time.

"Turn off your siren now," Elliot said, not wanting to warn Porter they were at the airport.

Officer Johanson nodded, before turning off the sirens. He drove through the drop off zones, trying to reach terminal 3 as quickly as possible. When he had arrived, he parked near the curb and watched Elliot and McKinley jump out of the car. "I'll call for backup Sir," he said.

Elliot nodded, before turning to doors. McKinley had found plane tickets Porter had purchased, and according to what was found on his computer, their flight left in 40 minutes. He just hoped he wasn't too late.

"Stabler," McKinley said, grabbing his gun. "There they are," he said, nodding to the front counter.

Elliot looked up and saw Porter and Olivia, a sigh of relief leaving his body when he saw she was still alive. He unholstered his gun and took a step towards the couple.

"Do you think he'll do anything in this crowd?" McKinley asked, keeping his gun hidden as to not freak out any innocent flyers.

Elliot nodded. "He'll do anything to keep me away from her," he said, taking another few steps towards the two.

Porter, who was growing aggravated that the lady still hadn't returned, sighed. There was a line of whiny teenagers behind him, which only made him grow more irritated. It seemed like forever when the lady finally came back, a few papers in her hands. "Sorry about the wait," she said, placing the papers on the counter in front of him. She grabbed another paper from besides her computer and handed it, and a pen, to Porter. "I just need you to sign this Mr. Greene."

Porter nodded, before grabbing the pen. The tip of the pen had barely touched the paper when he heard two teenagers talking behind his back. "Dude, who called the 5-0?"

Porter froze. Did they find him? How? He stole a quick glance to the right, his hand gripping the pen tightly. "Shit," he whispered, causing Olivia to look up at him, confused. "You try anything, I will kill her." He put the pen back on the counter, before grabbing his gun and pulling it out of its holster.

The teenagers began to scream once they caught a glimpse of the weapon, causing everyone else to scatter from the line. Elliot, knowing Porter had seen him and McKinley, ran over to the couple. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the two, and more specifically the gun in Porter's hand, but it was difficult with people running out of the building.

Olivia looked over and spotted Elliot, causing her heart to race. He had found her. "Elliot!" she yelled, trying to be heard over the terrified people running for the doors.

She jerked her arm, trying to get free from Porter, however he only pulled her closer, this time raising his gun to her temple. "I told you not to try anything!"

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