A/N- yes, this chapter is from Elliot's viewpoint so enjoy… and your welcome. Lol, just kidding! Thanks so much for your review they mean a lot. As long as you keep reviewing, I'll keep writing!

Disclaimer- I don't own Law and Order: SVU or any of the characters! There, are you happy?

She was lying there on the ground. God, she looked dead. Her face white, and eyes still open she stared at him from her resting spot on the ground. Her eyes matched her face, stone cold and…lifeless. He heard a small sound escape from her lips, 'Tick-tock, tick-tock, times running out on the clock'. He looked around to see shadowy faces pointing fingers at hear and with a beating tune as that of a clock spit the words, "guilty, guilty, guilty," over and over again like a broken record. They were mocking her, ridiculing her. He wanted to shout, he wanted to make them stop, he wanted to stop this constant state of pain she was in. But he couldn't. He couldn't move, speak or feel. He was helpless, and he hated it more than words could describe.

Her still form slowly rose and her head drooped causing her auburn hair to fall over her chocolate eyes. Her feet levitating off the ground, she silently floated over to him. She came an inch away from his face and lifted her head from its downward position. One of her chestnut brown eyes poked through her soft hair, gazing into his pleadingly. She silently mouthed the words, 'Help me' as a forgotten tear slid form her eyes, and a dark figure hastily snatched her into the shadows.

"Olivia!" Elliot shouted shooting up from his resting place.

A dream, it was just a dream Elliot he says trying to calm down and catch his breath. Immediately his first instincts are to survey his environment, his police sense kicking in. Everything's in shadow, and there doesn't seem to be anyone around at the moment. He tries to walk around but his attempts are futile as his hands are tide insanely tight to a pole like object in back of him. Shivering slightly Elliot can hear his teeth chatter together. Must be around thirty-five degrees and he doesn't have a jacket, great. Just great, now he was going to freeze to death, 'I would much rather die from being shot' Elliot thought to himself as he sighed shaking his head at the predicament he got himself into this time.

How did he get here anyway? Elliot closed his eyes and sifted through his mind to possibly remember something. He remembered Olivia… in a red dress? And the police ball! Right, they had gone outside then….

Bang. Black. Everything's dark but he can still hear people's voices. "Elliot!" he heard Olivia's voice scream as he felt her comforting hand stroke his face. "I knew it," snickered a feminine voice from farther away.

"What did—what did you do?" Olivia asked resentfully, trying to choke back tears.

"I did what I should have done long ago," the voice said wickedly, "Aww, are you going to cry?" she asked taunting Olivia.

"Shut up!" Olivia shouted, her hand leaving Elliot's face as he felt her presence rise.

"Ha. I don't think you're in any position to give orders here, honey." The voice snapped at her.

"What do you want?" Olivia asked calmly trying to obviously negotiate with the voice.

"I want your head," the voice spat out bitterly, "But I want to make you and your lover boy suffer first," she said evilly.

"Yeah well, who do you thinks going to help you do that?" she said doubting the voices plan.

Elliot might not have been able to see it but he felt it. A menacing grin spread across someone's face. And that person wasn't Olivia. "You are…"

Once more Elliot found himself drenched in sweat and breath out of control, heaving up and down. Olivia was in danger he could feel it. After being best friends and partner for six years, you just know these things.

But what could he do? He was tied up in God knows where, and Olivia could be dead right now for all he knew. All he knew is that he had to get out of here and to her somehow, so he viscously began pulling at his restraints. He was going to get out of here, somehow. And he was going to save her, someway.

But little did he know, he was going to need some saving himself too.

A/N- what did you think of this chapter? I finally took everyone's advice and wrote a chapter form Elliot's point of view! I hope you're all happy! Anyway I have a question, which chapter do you think I should put first just judging by the tittles. It 's between The Feds or All clues point to. Please tell me in your reviews because I can't post the next chapter without your answers! Oh, and one more question, can anyone tell me when they banned songfics? Cause I heard we weren't allowed to do them anymore. That sucks….

Well, just please review! Chao!