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"Hello Olivia, it's nice to finally hear your voice again." The voice that came from Olivia's phone could have been considered pleasant, if the present circumstances had only been different. She knew she would always remember this moment, how the cool air blew her hair so it tickled the back of her neck, and the voice that held so much menace, was dipped in a cocktail of pleasantries and wickedness with hints of sweetness . This voice alerted her that something was very wrong about the situation at hand, and she knew Amanda was trouble.
"Who is this?" she asked, although at the back of her mind, she knew. She knew it was the person who had kidnapped Irina and Rose, and quite possibly the blond-haired girl who they had found out earlier was named Emma; the serial rapist and murderer who domineered control, and liked to throw about words such as 'love'. Olivia knew he had to be desperate to have contacted her directly, or as insane as George had profiled him to be, but she didn't realize how desperate he was until she heard the soft moan of her name in the background.
Amanda didn't know where she was, but her arms were tied in front of her with rough rope. Her mouth was covered in a cool cloth gag, and her eyes were groggy. The man before her had brown hair, and a menacing grin. "Say hello to your friend Amanda" he said, removing the gag from her mouth, as she turned her head away. "Do it." She heard that cool voice of Olivia's that she used with perpetrators coming out of the cellphone held before her, the one she used to ease a confession out of them, or to make them open up to her, and Amanda wanted to scream. The man must have sensed her hesitation because he pulled a gun out of the back pocket of his pants and turned it at her head. "Say anything but her name, and you will both die a slow and painful death" he said gently wiping Amanda's hair out of her face with a smile, and sitting her up so he wouldn't have to reach over so much. Always the master of his own control he mused as he watched the blonde. Amanda's voice cracked as she whispered "Olivia" into the phone, her mouth was dry, and she desperately wanted to tell Olivia more about her captor, but before she could he roughly pulled the gag back into her mouth and pushed her to the floor;where she stayed, dizzy and stunned. Amanda couldn't understand why she couldn't move.
"You'll have to hold on a moment Olivia, Amanda and I need to have a little moment first" he said quite loudly, as he watched the terror in Amanda's disoriented eyes. He pulled a syringe from a compartment beside his head and jabbed it into her squirming arm, and as she lost consciousness again, he couldn't wait for them, to both be with him.
"You bastard" Olivia all but screamed loosing her cool composure, which causing heads to turn her way as she practically ran back towards the station house, "You won't get away with this."
"Oh but I think I will" John said with a chuckle in his voice, as he started up the engine of the vehicle he was using, "Because if you tell anyone, your pretty blond-haired detective will be dead, and that little girl, Emma, was it? Will join her. And in despair Ms. Detective, you won't be able to handle things, and you'll have a tragic little accident." Pausing between his words, with deep sighs he could now see Olivia on the sidewalk before him. She had a panic but determined look on her face looking around her, surveying the situation, trying to figure out what she was going to do. She was so cute when she was frustrated.
"Are you still there?" she said using that soft voice again, as she paused by the cross walk waiting for the light to change, unaware he was watching her every movement. "Of course dear" he said with a chuckle, "I am watching you, your every movement, so I will know if you talk to anyone." He pauses, "Just remember that, let that sink in dear Olivia." He watches her stop and survey her surrounding, looking for anything out of the ordinary, looking for him; finally desirable to her, as a way of putting it in his terms. A van, a man on a phone, somewhere he could be hiding.
"Where are you, you son of a bitch?" she asks, she can't find him, and she knows Amanda's time is running out and Emma could already be dead. "Go to the alleyway beside your apartment" he says with a pause, "Yes, back the way you came, and wait for me. I am watching you so I will know if you try to contact anyone." He watches her walking back at a brisk pace, soon my dear, soon we will be together he says to himself, as he loads the dart into the dart gun preparing to finally have the brown-haired beauty.
As Olivia returns to the alleyway, still looking for the mysterious man who had taken Amanda, her hands rests lightly on her gun. Where is he?
How had they allowed this bastard to get so close to them? For a moment Olivia's mind is silent, and then she realized that the eyes she had felt, for the past few days, most likely belong to this person; this John. Olivia fussed at herself for not voicing her thoughts to her captain or any of the other detectives, sometimes her stubbornness got in the way of the job, and this time it could possible hurt someone she worked with and cared about. She couldn't allow that to happen. Olivia closed her eyes for a moment to clear her thoughts, and to find the best possible way to get out of the situation that she was in. She had to help Amanda, and find Emma if this was the person responsible, as well as keeping herself out of danger and tell the Captain all she knew. Opening her eyes she felt a small prick in the side of her arm and had just enough sense to sit down before she lost consciousness and a van pulled beside her, brown shoes were walking towards her she thought as her eyes closed and she lost consciousness.
Finally the man had his prizes. Little Emma had been so upset when he had left her earlier, but with two new friends, who knew what was going to happen. As he tossed Olivia's unconscious body in the van, he stopped to look at the two women, and couldn't help smiling at his good fortune. His luck was about to change.