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Olivia shivered in the cold. Her head was aching ominously, and she felt as though she had been run over by a Mack truck. On second thought, make that two Mack trucks.

She watched in silence as the door began to open. Nick was standing there, with a duffel bag in one hand. He came in and walked over to her, dropping the bag next to her feet. Without speaking to her, he opened the bag and pulled out duct tape. She watched, horrified, as he began to tape her feet together.

"What are you doing?" she asked. He didn't reply, but instead grabbed her wrists and taped them together. He unlocked the cuffs from the bed and then cuffed her hands together as well. She watched him in silence, afraid to do anything that might set him off again. Finally, she saw him pick up what appeared to be her gun. Before she knew what he was going to do, he hit her across the side of her face with it, causing her to see stars. He hit her several times, until she finally blacked out.

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Elliot looked down at his watch. It was 11:11 PM, and Olivia had been missing for almost 24 hours. He closed his eyes and shook his head, knowing that they would more than likely not find her alive. "Why don't you go sleep for a while?" Monique suggested. Elliot opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Would you sleep if it was your partner that was missing?" he asked.

"Depends… Munch, Briscoe, or Lauter?"

"Any of them."

"Maybe if it was Munch… no way in hell if it was Briscoe or Lauter," she replied.

"Then you know why I'm not sleeping."

"You aren't going to catch this guy if you're walking around like a zombie," she reminded him. He rolled his eyes.

"I've worked on less sleep." She shook her head.

"You know, you are entirely too damn stubborn, Stabler, " she said, getting up. "Just promise me you'll get some sleep."

"I don't make promises I can't keep," he replied, turning back to the case files lying open on his desk.

Before he could actually get back to work, Cragen walked out of his office. "They found her," he announced. Elliot immediately stood up and turned to face him.

"Where?"

"The front steps of her apartment building. Someone put a toothpick on the super's buzzer, and he found her out there," Cragen told them. Elliot shuddered, remembering a case from years before.

"Just like with the stalker…" Munch said, whispering.

"So this freak knows her cases… It just gets sicker and sicker," Fin said.

"Well, he forgot one important aspect of that case… he left her alive," Cragen told them.

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Elliot sat down in the hard waiting room chair, praying for a miracle. "She'll be okay," Munch said, more to reassure himself than anything else. Elliot forced a small smile and nodded. It was easier to just go along with what Munch was saying than to voice what he knew they were all thinking. Every person in that room knew there was a good chance she wouldn't make it; the doctors in the ER hadn't held out much hope.

"She'll be ready to walk out of here first thing in the morning," Fin added. They all smiled at the thought, knowing how stubborn Olivia Benson could be.

They waited in silence for a few more minutes before a doctor finally came out. "Captain Cragen?" he asked, walking over to the group. They four men stood, wanting to hear what was going on.

"How is she?" he asked.

"She's critical, but it looks like she'll make it," the doctor said.

"When can we talk to her?" Munch asked.

"She's on a lot of powerful pain medication. Even if she was awake, she most likely wouldn't be able to make any coherent sentences. It could be a few days." The doctor glanced down at his pager. "I've got an emergency. The four of you should go home, try to get some sleep. There's nothing more you can do tonight. I'll have the nurses call you if there's any change," he said, addressing the last sentence to Cragen.

"Can we at least see her before we go?" Elliot asked. He knew what the answer would be, but he had to ask anyway.

"I'm sorry. Only family is allowed."

A/n: I felt bad about leaving you with nothing for so long! Writer's block sucks, besides the 10 million school projects I've had lately. I'll try to make the next chapter longer, I promise!