Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order: SVU. It belongs to a genius named Dick Wolf. No profit is being made from this story.

Author's Note: I realize many of you would like longer chapters. I will be the first to admit I love to read long chapters, too. When I wrote this originally, it was one whole piece. It's difficult to split into chapters because I have to scrutinize just how much I want to reveal without giving everything away too quickly. I will try my best…bear with me!

Drip. Drip. Drip. The echoing sound cut into Elliot's sub conscience, bringing him out of his foggy state. He opened his eyes slowly. He was lying on hard ground, with his hands and feet tightly tied. Panic set in immediately. He tried to yell, but choked on the gag that was placed in his mouth.

Footsteps neared him, and suddenly a man with a ghastly face was looming over him. Silently, the man hauled Elliot upright and sat him in a chair. Then he turned back to the desk behind him and sat down again. Looking around, Elliot noticed that the wall behind the man was covered with newspaper clippings and pictures.

He scanned the bold headlines of the papers that were yellowed with age: SERIAL KILLER RAVAGES LOCAL WOMAN. VICTIM DISCOVERED IN LANDFILL. "THE BUTCHER" FEARED TO HIT NEW JERSEY NEXT. The man began taping new pictures on the wall, and Elliot recognized the crime scene from that morning. Oh my God. It suddenly hit him full force who he was staring at, and he started to shake.

The man finished with the pictures and turned around. He smiled at his quivering prize. Elliot shrank back as the man approached him and reached out to touch his face. "Don't worry, my beauties," he said, staring into the blue eyes. "You'll have a nice new home real soon."

Olivia switched off her desk lamp at 8:30 and yawned. She said goodnight to the captain and headed to her car. She decided to stop by the grocery store, since she knew she was out of milk and would want some the next morning. As she drove, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Elliot's home number. It rang eight times before disconnecting.

She started to dial his cell phone, but stopped. He was probably asleep. He had a tendency to unplug his home phone when he didn't want to be disturbed, but she knew he always had his cell phone on in case work called. She also knew that it was probably lying right next to his head right now, and she didn't want to wake him if she didn't have to.

When she got home a half-hour later, she made herself some pancakes for dinner and popped The Waterboy into her DVD player. She was really in the mood for a laugh tonight, and Adam Sandler never failed to send her into fits. She lay down on the couch and pulled a blanket over herself as it began.

She started awake, unaware she had fallen asleep, when her cell phone beeped to indicate a dead battery. The TV screen was snowy. Light streamed into the room, and she blinked. She reached into her pocket and flipped the phone open. "7:30!" she cried, bolting upright. She shot to her feet and scrambled for the shower.

By the skin of her teeth, Olivia was at the station at 8:15. She blew in and went to her desk, trying to ignore the smoldering stare the captain turned on her. "Sorry, sir," she said sheepishly. "I don't appreciate having half of my team show up late, Benson," he said, sternly. "Elliot better be right behind you." She turned around and noticed that her partner's desk was empty.

That was very strange, considering how he'd been allowed to leave early the previous day. When Cragen went back to his office, she dialed his cell phone. It rang five times. Hey, you've reached Elliot Stabler. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you. "Elliot, you'd better be on your way," she said into the phone. "Cragen's on our asses." She hung up and began her morning paperwork.

Elliot squirmed around, desperately trying to free his hands. The man had removed the gag from his mouth before disappearing from the room, leaving him still tied up in the chair. He had yelled a few times, hoping someone heard him, but all he heard was the echo of his own voice. A loud ringing sound made him jump, and his eyes widened as he realized he had his cell phone in his pocket.

He twisting his hands painfully, trying to reach his back pocket. It kept ringing. "Please, God, please," he breathed, grunting. He yelled in frustration at another unsuccessful attempt. Out of nowhere came a loud bang. He jumped again, whipping around. His captor stood before him. Helplessly, Elliot watched as he pulled the phone from his pocket and put it into his own. He stared coldly at Elliot before walking back towards the door. "Please!" Elliot cried. "Why are you doing this!" The man said nothing as he left the room. The door shut with a loud clang.

Cragen came charging out of his office, fuming. It was an hour later, and Elliot still hadn't arrived. He hadn't even called. The other three quickly quieted, not wanting to set off their boss. "Olivia!" he barked. She grimaced. "Sir?" she replied. "Have you been able to reach Stabler?" he demanded. "Um…no sir," she said.

He scoffed angrily. "That's it," he said. "Go to his house. Now. If he's there, you tell him he's got ass duty for the next month." She didn't even ask him about what would happen if he wasn't there. If he wasn't there, Cragen would probably kill him.

She took the Queens exit off of the highway and zoomed toward her partner's apartment. She had tried twice more to call him while on her way. A small twinge of worry was starting to form in her gut now. She pulled into his complex and immediately saw that his car wasn't there. Oh, boy, she thought. She sincerely hoped he was on his way to the precinct. Hopping out of her car, she went to the door and buzzed for good measure. No answer. Returning to her car, she headed back, dreading telling the captain of her findings.

She was about to get back on the highway when she saw what looked like a car accident on a side street. Concerned, she reversed and headed toward it. Her stomach plummeted when she saw the familiar black Explorer slammed into a tree. She leaped from the car without turning off the ignition or shutting the door. "Elliot!" she screamed frantically, sprinting to the driver's side. She pulled open the door. What she saw inside made her vision spin. She gripped the car door as her knees buckled and she threatened to fall. Blindly pulling out her cell phone, she dialed Cragen's number.

Cragen, Munch, and Finn were there in 10 minutes, followed closely by three squad cars. They quickly went to Olivia, who was sitting on the ground against the back tire. "What is it?" Cragen asked, going to her first. He hadn't been able to get much from her hysterical phone call other than the word "accident". "Are you alright?" She shook her head, pointing a shaky hand toward the open driver's side door.

He noticed, for the first time, that he was looking at Elliot's truck. His heart beat wildly as he joined Munch and Fin. They had horrified expressions on their faces, and Don suddenly became afraid of how bad it could look. Why hadn't anybody called an ambulance? But nothing in the world could have prepared him for what he saw. Swallowing hard, he looked at his three detectives, and back inside the car.

Lying on the driver's seat were Elliot's gun and badge. Hanging from the steering wheel was a note scrawled in blood red ink:

"Come and visit in my web",

The spider said to the fly,

"I have a game for you to play,

Blue Eyes will be the prize."