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Olivia:

She felt dirty.

Every pore in her body felt clogged with the grime she was unable to wash off. Sweat continued to bead up along her hairline and her forehead before making it's way down her face leaving streaks where dirt had stained her olive skin. She was exhausted. Somewhere along the line she had managed to lose count of how long she had been chained up. There were no windows, no circulation, and currently no hope.

She was giving up.

Her body was tired. It was malnourished. Her skin clung to every bone in her body begging it to feed it something. She on the other hand didn't understand the feeling of hunger anymore. At first it was torture. The rumble became a constant reminder that she was starving. She was so dehydrated that she couldn't even form saliva anymore.

It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open. She tried to stay awake in fear that if she fell asleep she wouldn't wake up. Her legs were so weak they can't carry what little weight she had left. Her body was failing her because she was unable to supplement it the way she used to; the way she wanted to.

She wished she had a way to tell time. Even if she just based it on when the sun set, and when the sun rose. There wasn't a window in the room in which she was located in. She let out a pretty heavy sigh. She was so tired of living as a captive. Eating when they decided to give her food, drinking on the off chance they give her water, asking how high whenever they asked her to jump.

She started separating herself from reality. Sometimes she imagined she had kids and was married, other times she just gave herself false hope by thinking her friends were still out there searching. She wouldn't be surprised if they thought she were dead by now. In her mind she might as well be.

Elliot:

"Damn it," Elliot Stabler stated as he through down the yellow file and the papers with in it flew out. He angrily sighed as he bent down and began picking up the papers on the floor.

"You need to go home," Finn told the fellow detective. They were all worried about Olivia. At first the entire SVU team put their lives on hold to search for the brown eyed beauty, but days passed, then week, and finally months. All the leads they had ran dry there wasn't even proof she was alive. The only one who wasn't giving up was Elliot. He was running himself ragged between his cases and Olivia.

Finn took in Elliot's appearance. His usually well groomed face was covered in course brown hair, his eyes were red from exhaustion, and his usually toned arms were slowly losing the muscle he used to maintain. He was running himself ragged between his cases and her. None of them were stupid. They all knew there was something going on between the two detectives. They became closer after Elliot and his wife separated.

"Are you Elliot Stabler?" Elliot stood up with all of the papers he picked up in hand and looked at the young man in front of him. He couldn't be older than sixteen. He had a helmet on his head, knee and shoulder pads on, with a skate board in hand.

"Yeah, thats me."

"I was told to give this to you," he watched as the young boy extended his arm with a manilla folder in his hand. Elliot took the envelope from the kid in front of his. "Am I good to go now?" Elliot nodded.

"Before you go, what is your name?"

"Tony Smith." Elliot watched as the kid walked away. Once he was out of sight Elliot took a seat at his desk and stared at the front of the envelope. It wasn't anything special. It just had his name on it. He flipped the envelope over and opened it grabbing the contents within it. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't believe what was in front of him. He took his finger and gently glided it down her thin frame.

"Run after that kid. Ask him where he got this envelope now," He stated before shoving the contents back into the package before jumping up from his desk and running in the same direction as the teen. Once he got outside he looked from left to right trying to even catch a glimpse of the kid and his skateboard. When there was no one in sight he went back inside and looked down at the photo again. He was pissed at himself. Why didn't he tell him to stay. Why didn't he ask him who told him to give Elliot the folder.

"Elliot, what's going on with you," he heard a voice bellow out. He turned around to see Captain Cragen upset about his outburst. He knew his captain was upset about Olivia's disappearance. She was like a daughter to him.

"That kid gave me a picture of Olivia," Elliot stated. He grabbed the picture out and took it over to his captain. It was her eyes that let him know it was her. The rest of her frame seemed so small. The usual tone of her body was replaced by skin and bone. She looked sick. Elliot watched as Cragen took in the picture. Examining every inch of it. There wasn't a window in sight, no source of light, Olivia was just illuminated by the flash of the camera. Elliot felt a series of emotions circulating around in his head. Anger, concern, and something else he wasn't sure he recognized. She was his person. The only one who understood him.

"She is alive. This picture was taken this morning, Cragen. We need to find her before it's too late." Elliot's eyes were glistening from the tears that were threatening to fall. He never gave up. He promised himself he wouldn't give up until he had proof that she was no longer alive. Although, even then he wouldn't have given up until they found her body and gave her the proper send off.

Cragen nodded and started barking order. Elliot didn't pay attention long enough to know the role Cragen gave him. He couldn't help but think about Olivia. Her smile, her laugh, the way she lit up a room just by entering it. She was alive, she needed help, she needed him. For the first time he had hope that they were going to catch the son of a bitch that treated her so poorly.

Olivia:

Every time she would blink her eyes she saw little specks of light dancing around. After being in the dark for so long her eyes were unable to comprehend the sudden flash. She tried to close her eyes, but her captor yelled at her and made her redo the photo. Even though the beam blinded her at first, the flash illuminated the room enough for her to get her first good glance of the room.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Olivia asked the man. Her voice was weak. She wasn't even sure how she was able to squeak the question out. She hadn't spoken since she first became a captive. She yelled and screamed for hours begging for help. She screamed until her voice was nothing but a whisper. Her throat hurt for a few days afterwards. She pushed her vocal chords to the point of damage.

"I'm not doing this to you. I'm doing this to your little boyfriend." She heard his footsteps coming closer to her. She then felt the pressure of his hand squeezing her face. She tried to rip her head out of his grip, but he was stronger that her.

"Go to hell," she stated before spitting on his face. She felt his hard grip leave her face before taking his hand and slapping her. She cried out in pain.

"You know what, we are going to have some fun." The menace in his voice terrified her. When she felt his hands grab her thighs she screamed as much as her body would allow her. She tried to fight back, but she was to weak. All she could do was freeze when she felt his fingers loop around her underwear. She took in a deep breath as she felt them slide down her legs and left them around her ankles. Then relief hit when he sat her up and went back to his previous position behind the camera.

"I'm going to enjoy seeing his face whenever he opens up his package to see this picture."