Hour 2: The Van

1:00 a.m.

A/N: Wow…so many reviews. You must really like me. It might take me longer to get chapters up now, since I have exams soon. I do love where this is going, cause I know where it's going. You get to know who done it at the end of this chapter. The next chapter will have the why, then the chapter after that will be Elliot's POV. Enjoy! R&R!

The first thing Olivia felt was the cold. Wherever she was, it had to be freezing. Cautiously, she lifted her head of the cold floor. She saw nothing but darkness. She wasn't blindfolded or anything. It was just very dark. Gingerly she tried to move her arms. They couldn't move at all. She felt a length of rope against them. Her legs were similarly bound.

The ground reverberated beneath her. Wherever she was, it was moving. Judging by the size of the place she was trapped, she was in the back of a truck. The only light came from a hole in the wall. She wiggled towards it. She managed to get there after several horrible moments. Lifting her head, she could see dark sky outside. It was still night, which meant she hadn't been there for long.

The ground lurched beneath her, and the truck stopped moving. She had reached wherever the man who had taken her where he had wanted to go. She gulped suddenly afraid. Olivia had seen first hand what people could do to others. Without being able to stop herself, she imagined all of the horrible things that could happen to her. She shuddered.

Olivia tried to think of a plan. There had to be something that she could do to get herself out of this situation. When ever she was trying to think, everything came up fuzzy. Her head was pounding, and the world seemed to be spinning around her. It had to be something to do with the drug the perp had used on her.

Great, even in a situation like this, she was thinking like a cop. Her life was in danger. Although she hated to think about it, she could really die here. All she was thinking about was how best to leave some evidence. She was thinking about the description of her attack she would give to the cops. She was preoccupied with what she would say to Elliot.

Elliot...her heart gave a painful little twinge just thinking about him. Was he thinking about her? Did he even know that she was missing? For one glorious moment, all of her fear disappeared, and she was consumed with thoughts of him. By the sound of a door opening, she was brought back painfully to reality.

Olivia twisted painfully towards the back of the truck. The night was black, and the man was silhouetted in shadow. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see his face. The man moved towards her, and she had to move backwards out of the way. There was nothing she could do…she was tied too tightly.

At first Olivia thought the man wanted to move her to another location. That wasn't what he had in mind. Forcefully, without any warning, the man forced himself upon her. He kissed her forcefully on the mouth. She felt physically sick as he forced his tongue into her mouth. Without thinking, she bit down as hard as she could.

The man yelped, and pulled back. Olivia smiled, tasting his metallic blood. Her victory was short lived, for the man moved back towards her. Even in the darkness, he looked furious. Olivia tried to move out of the way. Her efforts were futile, for she was tied so tightly that she couldn't move more than an inch to the left or right. She cringed for the blow that was sure to come…

After a tense moment, Olivia visibly relaxed. She was almost immediately alert again. Whatever this man wanted to do, it wasn't violent. In her job, however, she had seen things that people could do to each other without any obvious physical violence. Instead of hitting her, the guy lifted her up.

She struggled in his grasp, desperately trying to get away. Whatever she tried, she couldn't free herself from his grip. She tried biting him again, but he was too far too reach. There was nothing she could do except hang limply there in his arms. In moments, he had carried her into a dark cold one room shacked that appeared to be in the middle of no where.

The man threw her roughly to the ground. Fear coursed through her now. She had no idea what would happen to her and she could only imagine the worst. "Please", she begged. She had never begged before in her life. She didn't even know what she was begging for. Her life, for him not to rape her…she didn't really know.

Suddenly she worried that she would never see anything except this place again. What would happen if she never got out of here? She wondered what would happen. Would anyone even notice? She was sure that the SVU squad would. She felt wrong for even thinking it, but she knew Elliot would be devastated. She too would be devastated if she never saw Elliot again.

The man was moving towards her slowly. It was as if she was taunting her. The man was playing on her fears. It was like he wanted her to be afraid. There was a solitary light bulb hanging from the dank ceiling. It created a patch of light on the dingy floor. Although Olivia was terrified, she wanted the man to step into that light. If he did, she could see his face.

Eventually, the man reached the edge of the luminescent circle. When he stepped in, Olivia let out an audible gasp. She had seen this man before. Olivia hadn't thought about him in years. When she had known him, he had haunted her memories. She had nearly forgotten him. He had said he was in her head now. She hadn't really taken him seriously then.

Standing in front of her was Richard White…