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The man got up in Elliot's face and paused. "Why are you crying?" he asked raspily. He reached out to touch his face and Elliot angrily wrenched his head away, wishing with all his might that he could spit on him. "Aren't you having fun with me?" He grabbed his face roughly, forcing him to still. "I'm sure having fun with you, Elliot."

Elliot gasped involuntarily. This was the first time the man had addressed him using his name. He knows me… he thought in a panic. How does he know me? Do I know him? The man looked into his face, a predatory smile gracing his features. He seemed to read his thoughts. "Or do you prefer to be called Detective?"

His eyes widened in shock. His captor dug into the pocket of his poncho and pulled out a handful of photographs, holding them up. He still had a grip on Elliot's face, and pulled his chin down to look at them. Oh God... A few of the pictures were close-ups of his face. Some showed him inside the squad room, sitting at his desk or talking to Olivia.

He choked when he saw ones of himself sleeping in his apartment. I knew I felt someone watching me! he thought in a daze. The man smiled and pulled the pictures away, releasing his face. "I waited for you," he said. Elliot became uneasy when he heard a seductive note in his voice. "I waited such a long…long time to find the perfect one." His hand began to caress his cheek, and Elliot moaned, wriggling around to avoid the unwelcome touch.

The man's face hardened and he slapped him again. Then he reached out and grabbed hold of the tape attached to the back of Elliot's neck and yanked. He yelled in pain when he quickly tore it away, his mouth burning like fire. He gulped in a breath, shocked that the man had actually removed it.

Quick as a flash, he was grabbing Elliot's already sore mouth and squeezing hard. "We're going to make a phone call," he growled in his face. "If you don't cooperate I will slit your throat before you have a chance to take your next breath." He felt his captive trembling and released his mouth, holding the knife to his throat to make his point clear. Then he pulled Elliot's cell phone out of his pocket and pressed a button.

A ringing phone startled the sleepy officers out of sleep. They had all been allowed to rest for two hours by the captain. Some where so tired that they didn't even have the energy to walk up the stairs; they had found a chair or a spot on the floor and dropped heavily. Olivia was face-down at her desk with her head on her arm. She jumped at the noisy intrusion and looked around blearily.

Since she was closest to the phone, she grabbed it. "Benson," she murmured sleepily. There was silence on the line. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her face. "Benson," she repeated, irritated. "Olivia." Her heart leaped to her throat and she thought she was going to puke. "ELLIOT?" she cried. She jumped up so fast that she knocked her chair over. The officers around her jumped to attention at her outburst. Munch ran to get the captain. Her tears came crashing out before she could control them. "Elliot," she choked out, struggling to speak around them. "Oh my god."

"Liv…" As soon as Elliot heard her voice, he lost his composure. He broke down into sobs, his body heaving. She heard him crying and felt a like a knife was slicing her heart. Cragen came bolting out of his office with a speaker. He had been praying that they would get some communication since the first day. He hooked it up quickly to the handset and motioned to her with his hand.

She understood what he was asking and forced herself to get control. "Elliot, where are you?" she asked urgently. "Where are you?"

He squeezed his eyes shut. "I-I don't know," he sobbed. "It's dark…God, please come get me, Olivia. Please!" His voice had risen to a hysterical level.

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut too, tears streaming. The captain's shoulders slumped in defeat. "We will," she managed. "We're coming, I promise."

"Please…" He choked on his sobs. "I'm scared." The rest of his words were cut off by his cries.

She shook with pent-up sobs. "I know, baby," she said, through her tears. "I know you are. We're coming for you, sweetheart. I promise. I promise."

The others were attempting to get a trace. "Keep him on," Munch hissed.

"Elliot," she said. Terror filled her when she heard silence on the other end. "Elliot," she continued, her voice rising. "Stay with me; you have to-"

The dial tone was her only reply.

Ha ha ha…I am so evil aren't I? Ducks flaming sticks and heavy objects Seriously, I was making this chapter longer but I have an 8 am class tomorrow. I promise on my next paycheck that there will be more tomorrow. God bless all of you who are still with me….I'm not getting as many reviews…are you still out there?