Hour 1: The Call

A/N: So many reviews! You guys must really like me! I have this all planed out…so I know what's going to happen. I'll update as soon as I can. Sorry for leaving a cliffhanger, but it will be resolved by the end of next chapter. Enjoy the chapter and review! If you have a specific comment/question, I will reply.

12:00 a.m.

Elliot had just arrived at his apartment. It was about midnight, and he was just arriving. There was no one there to great him. He lived alone now, ever since he and Kathy divorced. It had been more convenient for work in many ways, but there were things he missed. He missed his wife yelling at him for his lateness. He missed his children rushing to greet him. It was the strangest things that he missed.

Today had been a trying day. They had been so close to catching a particularly vicious perp. He had slipped through their fingers once again. Elliot was so stressed. With all of the thoughts running through his head, some of them more disturbing then others, he would be surprised if he could sleep. He used to talk to Kathy about this sort of thing. Vaguely he thought about calling Olivia.

Immediately he dismissed that idea. She wouldn't be awake now. Even if she was, she wouldn't want to talk to him. There was no point in disturbing her at this hour. Just thinking about Olivia made his stomach do flip flops. He had developed a very close relationship with his partner. She knew her better than she knew herself, and vice versa. They were like brother and sister. He knew he was kidding himself if he ever thought it could be anything more.

The shrill ringing of his phone threw him out of his reverie. Who would be calling at this hour? His mind immediately settled on Olivia. She was the only person he could think of. Without hesitation, he picked up the receiver. "Stabler", he said. That was how he always answered the phone.

"Elliot Stabler", said the voice of a man he didn't recognize.

"Who is this?" he asked sharply. Heavy breathing was his reply. "Who the hell is this?" he repeated angrily.

The deep voice replied, "I have Detective Benson. In twenty four hours, I will kill her." Elliot heard the faint click. Then the phone went dead. The words made his blood run cold. Unwillingly he found himself visualizing the thousands of things that man could be doing to her. He shuddered violently.

He did his best to pull himself together. He had to stay home, for Olivia's sake. He sat down on the couch trying to gather his thoughts. The first thing he needed to do was called commander Cragen. They had to start looking for her right away. He felt a strange tightness in his chest. Twenty four hours was not a lot of time.

Elliot picked up the receiver with trembling hands. His life had been on the line many times in his job, and he had never felt truly afraid. He was afraid now. He was afraid of what he might do if he never saw Olivia again.

Slowly he dialed the number. By the time the phone rang three times, he though he might go insane with worry. The captain answered on the fourth ring. "Cragen", said the captain. Elliot wasn't very surprised that his superior was at the station this late. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find the words to articulate what he had just heard.

"Who is it?" Cragen asked sharply.

"Captain", Elliot whispered. The Captain's voice lost it's harsh tone instantly.

"Elliot?" Cragen asked, his voice filled with concern. "What's wrong?"

"Olivia's been kidnapped", he managed to choke out. He couldn't take it anymore. He hung up the phone.

It took Elliot much less time than usual to get to the precinct. He sped down the nearly deserted street, not caring about how many red lights he ran. Time was fleeting. The more time he wasted, the more time horrible things could be done to Olivia. If she died –he didn't even want to think about it. He burst through the squad room door ten minutes after leaving his home. The SVU squad room was already a bustle of activity.

He spotted Donald Cragen almost immediately. His superior was on the phone looking agitated. When the captain saw him, he ended his call immediately. "Tell me everything that happened. How do you know that she's missing?" he asked serious. The Captain was much more nervous than Elliot had ever seen him.

Elliot sat down, and slowly began to tell Cragen what had happened from when he had gotten home, until he had arrived at the precinct. "I was worried about her. She was taking the subway alone. Right after I got home, I got a call."

Elliot found that he wasn't able to continue. The words kept replaying themselves in his head. They had her, and they would kill her. He would do whatever was necessary to stop that from happening. He had gone over the short call what seemed like hundreds of times in his mind. The voice was so familiar. If he really thought of it, there could be any of a thousand people who could have made that call.

"Someone has her. They're giving us 24 hours to find her. If we don't find her in time, they'll kill her", said Elliot glumly. Elliot couldn't continue. He didn't have any more to say anyways. A solitary hot wet tear fell from his eye, and rolled down his cheek. The emotions for Olivia he had hidden for so long came surging to the surface. Elliot truly cared about his partner, and he would do anything to bring her back.

Cragen was barking orders to the rest of the team. He told some uniforms to go canvas Olivia's apartment building. He told others to go through her old case files. They were to try to find anybody who was recently released from prison and might hold a grudge. Elliot knew they could find dozens of people who fit those criteria.

Cragen quickly filled Munch and Fin in on the situation. Both Elliot's co-workers were extremely concerned. They were anxious to get out there and start searching. Fin wanted to know who he would have to beat to find Olivia. Instead of being reprehensive of his partner's desire for violence Munch looked prepared to join him. Finally, they agreed to go down to the subway station and interview possible witnesses. They were gone in an instant.

Elliot heard very little of this. Since he had told the Captain his story, he had stopped listening. It wasn't that he didn't want to find Olivia. Quite the contrary that was what he wanted more than anything. He had been going over the call mentally. Elliot knew he had heard the voice before, and he needed to figure out who it was. It had to be someone he hadn't seen for several years, or he would have known the voice instantly.

In his mind, he heard the call over and over. The deep voice struck a somewhat familiar chord with him. Suddenly, the answer hit him with the force of a speeding train. He couldn't believe that bastard would do something like this. If he hurt Olivia, Elliot would just have to kill him himself.

Elliot couldn't believe that he had missed the signs. Now wasn't the time for doubt. They had to move quickly. The course of this entire dilemma had changed instantly, for he knew exactly who had Olivia…

TBC...