Hey everybody. Thanks to those of you who have reviewed. Chapter Five is now complete. Please enjoy.

Note: The words in italics are Olivia's thoughts.

P.S. I should have the next chapter finished by Wednesday, but we'll see...the semester's ending and its finals time so I'm kind of losing my mind with all the tests and papers, but I will try.

Please, let me know what you think of this so I could see what direction I want to go in.

Thanks,

Jordana

Chapter Five: Father-Daughter Bonding

Elliot made record time driving to Olivia's apartment. When his repeated and forceful knocking didn't bring her to the door he began to worry. He thought about kicking the door down but he knew he'd never hear the end of it if she wasn't actually in danger. He decided to check for her car first, so he ran the five flights down to the garage. He made his way to her parking space, J14, to find a vacant spot. The detective surveyed the area and kneeled down to examine something on the ground. He looked real close at the tiny liquid drops on the floor. Taking his handkerchief from his pocket he dabbed the spots. When he brought the white cloth to his eyes he saw red. Realizing it was blood he threw his head back in anger. Where the hell is she?, he thought. He ran his hand over his head and cursed Martin Becker under his breath. Feelings of worry and frustration overwhelmed him. He took his cell phone from his pocket and started to dial. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a piece of metal glimmer. He crossed over two parking spots and picked up Olivia's gun. His stomach dropped. Not only was she in danger, but she was unarmed. He continued to dial Olivia's phone number.

"You know I really love this father-daughter bonding thing," Olivia sassed. Martin was still leading her by the arm into some dilapidated building. "Lets do it again some time." Her word were met with a blow to the face. She fell back but Martin was still holding her so she never hit the floor. "Alright get the hell off me," she said struggling to free herself from his grip. She had enough of him. Olivia was not the kind of woman to take a beating from anyone. Martin tightened his grasp so much that it hurt. "Let go off me!" she screamed. She pushed at his shoulder and he hit her again. They continued to struggle and fight until a punch to Olivia's stomach sent her to the ground. As quickly as she hit the ground, he was on top of her. As he took her arms and pinned them to the ground a horrible look of fear flashed across Olivia's eyes. Disgusted with himself, Martin stood up, pulling his daughter with him. He continued to pull her along.

"I'm not that person any more," Martin said lowly. She felt a cold metal object against her back. "Just remember who's got the gun," he whispered. Olivia cursed the man as he dragged her into the building.

They stood in the middle of the half destroyed structure not speaking a word. Olivia surveyed the place, nothing in sight would be helpful to her escape. "Oh, an abandoned building-how original," she said under her breath rolling her eyes. Before Martin had a chance to react Olivia's cell phone rang. She didn't make any movement to answer it but silently awaited the direction of her father.

"Who is it?" Martin asked.

Olivia looked at the caller ID. "My partner," she answered.

"Give me the phone," he commanded. Olivia handed him the cell phone and he flipped it open. "Hello," he said pressing it against his ear.

"Who's this?" Elliot asked. He was still standing in Olivia's parking garage. "Martin?"

"You're a smart man Detective Stabler," Martin replied.

"Where's Olivia?" Elliot demanded. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you! I swear to God!"

Martin smiled. "That's sweet. Its nice to know my daughter has someone who cares about her. Friends, family-its important."

"Where the hell is she?" Elliot shouted. "Where are you?"

Martin turned his back from Olivia. "Don't worry Detective Stabler. I'll take good care of my baby girl." He threw the phone out of reach.

Elliot stood frozen in the middle of the parking garage. He didn't know what to do now. Martin Becker had Olivia and he had no idea where they where or how to find them. He called the Captain, who told him get in his car and start driving towards Becker's house. The other detectives would work at the station house to track her down. It would take a while to trace Olivia's phone to a cell site and they didn't have time to waste.

"So what do you think?" Martin asked Olivia with a smile as he looked up and around at the building.

"Of what?" she returned.

He closed his eyes with nostalgia and inhaled sharply. "This place," he answered proudly. "My father use to take me here when I was a kid." Olivia looked at the man like he was surely crazy. "It use to be a bowling alley. God, I loved coming here, just me and him." He walked around the building, pushing aside some scraps of wood as he did. "He was a great man, my father. Loving, caring, attentive. That was the kind of father I wanted to be." So, if its not his father, he must have unresolved mother issues, she figured. How typical? He ran his hand over what use to be the snack bar. "I didn't know about you Olivia," he said turning to face her suddenly. She shuttered at the sound of her name coming from his mouth. He has no right to use my name. My mother gave me that name. "I got out of prison and I was going through some of my stuff and that's when I found the driver's license-I didn't even remember taking it. I don't remember a lot from that period of my life." You mean the rape and murder period of your life, she thought bitterly Martin continued, "I decided to look into that incident with your mother." Incident? That's all it was to him? The bastard.

"Incident?" Olivia snarled.

"I felt bad about it-really. I wanted to make up for it," he said ignoring her comment. "But when my buddy checked into it he told me the woman from the license was dead. I thought that was it, but then he said she had a daughter. Your birthday is about nine months from that day-I remember that day because I was in the city for my father's 60th birthday party. Well, I did some research and here I am," he finished with a proud grin, like he had just explained Newton's Law of Gravity. The nerve of this man, Olivia thoughtangrily Everything he did turned her stomach, boiled her blood, made her sick. "I always wanted to be a father. You were like a gift from God. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he added sadly. "You know that, right?" Olivia didn't speak, she had nothing to say. You don't actually expect me to answer that, do you? "Say something," he demanded pointing the gun at her.

"Yeah," she muttered lowly. She hated herself for dishonoring her mother by going along with Martin's sick ideas. I'm sorry Mom, I don't mean what I'm saying.

"Good," Martin said. "I know we didn't get to know each other and you're an adult now. There's nothing I can do for you now, I wish there was, but there isn't." You could leave me the hell alone and get this gun out of my face. "I can't be a part of your life. I hurt you too much-I see that. I see your in pain and I want to help you, I want to take that pain from you. I want to help my daughter." This can't be good. He turned away from her. It seemed like forever before he turned back around. "I wasn't a part of your life, but I could be a part of your death."

TBC... hopefully soon.