A/N: here you go hope you enjoy

"Hey wake up!" the man in the cell moaned, he had just fallen asleep after not sleeping all night.

"What?" he asked half-heartedly.

"Who else knew you raped Serena Benson," the man looked up and sighed.

"No one but Lisa and who ever she's told. Why?" he asked almost bitterly.

"Because she's been kidnapped and who ever did it knew about this case." Olivia snapped, that got his attention he was at the front of the cell before she could say another word, fear apparent in his eyes.

"Something's happened to my little girl?" His voice panicked and afraid, "are you a detective that worked with her?" he asked, she nodded trying to slow her heartbeat, she nearly jumped when he grabbed the bars, she had no idea he could move that fast. "You're the women that didn't like her," he said simply, her headshot up about to stand up for herself but thought better of it, she needed his cooperation. He looked down, and was silent for a moment, yesterday Olivia was ready to scream at this man, now she almost felt bad for him. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly, snapping her out of her reverie.

"What?" was all she could come up with.

"I'm sorry for what I did Detective Benson, but please find my daughter." His eyes pleaded with her, she looked down, she was wearing her uniform jacket and her name was on the front pocket. She was at a loss for words, "please she's a good girl, and cares about justice more than anyone I've ever known. She's my life whether she hates me or not, please find her."

"We're trying," Olivia said quietly, "that's why we need to know who else knew. Who ever took her knew about the case, is there anyone who could have known?" Olivia asked putting up her detective face to hide her emotions although even she had to admit it wasn't working well. He walked back over to the bed and sat down, he looked back up at Olivia and shook his head. He watched her for a little bit, he looked like he was trying to find words to say but couldn't think of anything. When he turned his back to her she left quickly; she had a job to do.

"Olivia where have you been?" Elliot noticed her walk in, taking a pause from reading the case, he walked up to his distraught partner, she stayed silent. The Captain walked out of his office.

"John, Fin I want you to two to go to Daniel Johnson's cell see if he knows anybody who could know about the case.

"He doesn't," Olivia said flatly, "I just talked to him." Elliot gave her a concerned look as did the other three.

"Did he know who you were?" Elliot asked softly.

"It doesn't matter what matters is finding Detective Madow," she headed for her desk not to sure what she was going to do but needed to feel like she was doing something to keep the watching eyes of her fellow detectives from bothering her. Elliot and Don exchanged looks as Olivia sat down and began writing. Then picked up her cell phone to call people. After 15 or 20 minutes a loud repetitive banging echoed through the precinct.

"Please stop," Lisa cried as the whip came down another time, her stomach was bleeding, it looked like a red and peach zebra from the amount of times he hit her. Her shirt was torn to shreds, it finally stopped. All of a sudden he was being nice to her, cleaning her wounds and bandaging them. Then he tried to start a conversation. She knew what he was doing, Stockholm syndrome she had done a paper on it in university, pain followed by kindness, he was trying to brain wash her, he was trying to get her to trust him, and it was beginning to work, she stopped fighting back.
The banging stopped when Don grabbed Olivia's fist. He looked down at the list she'd began to write, as she looked up upset. "Her father said the only people that knew about the case were the people she told. Well I've gone through everyone she told, she didn't say any names to the DNA lab, the tech lab or the officers who arrested him. The only people that know are you, me, Elliot, Casey, George, John and Fin. I don't get it." Olivia said looking at the list flustered, as Don was about to say something her phone rang, she picked it up before it finished the first ring. "Benson, … what? … What's the sign in name?" she scribbled down a name quickly. "ok someone will be by to pick up the security tape… what?" her face fell, "right …thank you." Olivia hung up the phone. "That was the DNA lab, someone searched the data base last night for the donor A and B for the case. That's how he found out we're related by blood. The finger print also came with the same name as the one who signed in, Toby or 'Tobias' Jimenez level 2 CSU." The information sunk in as all the detectives listened. He was one of them, that's why they didn't get him last time he knew how to avoid being caught. Captain Cragen was on the phone within seconds.

"What do you mean he called in sick?" he yelled into the phone. "where does he live? … 3192 Lexington Avenue apartment 212." He nodded to his detectives and they were off.

"Captain, no one's here," Olivia said over the phone.

"Well check for any clues, he was also the one who rented out the apartment next to Lisa's 4 days ago." He responded, Olivia closed her phone and began looking around with the others.

"I found something," Elliot yelled, in seconds the others were in the room. Another note.

If you got here fast enough you maybe able to save your detective, is it 6:30pm? If it's before you have a good chance if it's after you better hurry up.

They all looked at their watches it's was 6:35pm they were close. Elliot picked up the note with a gloved hand.

"What's that on the other side?" Fin asked gesturing to the other side of the paper, Elliot flipped it over.

"25 1 4 19 5 14 4 5 23 15:11. 1 4 14 1 120 5. 19 5 3 14 5 21 12 6 14 9 20 19 9 14 1 16, 19 16 21 11 15 15 14 5 22 9 20 3 5 20 5 4 18 21 15 25 4 14 9 6 15 20 20 14 1 23 21 15 25 6 9."

The number had been written on the board for hours and it still made no sense. Everyone including George Huang and Casey Novak were trying to figure out what the random numbers meant.

"What do you think?" Casey turned to George.

"He likes games, he doesn't care if he's caught because we already know who he is."

"On the other hand he doesn't care if he kills because he knows he's going to jail for life now anyway." Casey finished she had been filled in by Fin what had happened. Captain Cragen walked into the room, everyone looked so tired.

"Ok we're taking shifts, Olivia, Elliot you two are first."

"No," both said in unison, both had taken the Emily Carson case hard. It also killed Elliot that he hadn't trusted Lisa, she was only trying to spare their emotions until she found out about the case. It was Elliot who had decided to go and confront her; it was his idea and now she thought everyone hated her.

"That's an order," Captain Cragen looked more serious then he ever had before. "Some one will wake you if we catch a break." He added after seeing their expressions.

It had been 3 days since Lisa had been taken. They had everyone on the case, scared for the young woman's life. The Captain had been forcing everyone to take shifts to sleep, not wanting anyone to get to the point where they were no help, he needed everyone he could in this. So far they had had two officers on each apartment, nothing. They had looked up his background the only thing marked was that he had moved from Spain with his family when he was 10, immigrations had nothing on his family, they all died of natural causes years ago. He finished a degree in criminology at Argosy University three years ago then moved back to New York to take a year in forensics before joining CSU. It seemed everywhere they looked they hit a dead end. To top it all off the clue of random numbers the perp gave to them, still hadn't been figured out.

Captain Cragen walked up to George and placed his hand on his shoulder, "why don't you go sleep, you look like you've skipped a couple shifts." He said softly, George rubbed his eyes, it's true he was tired but he couldn't sleep. He shook his head. "Listen I can't order you to do something you don't work for me, but just because you have extensive knowledge about psychological states doesn't make you immune to them. You need to sleep just as much as the rest of us."

"Lisa wouldn't, when I was her TA we became good friends. She would tell me everything and I would tell her the same. One time she was certain there was something wrong that I wasn't telling her. She stayed up for 4 days straight calling people I knew, it got back to me the second day. When I confronted her she said if I wasn't going to take care of myself she would. She wouldn't buy it that nothing as wrong. The 4th day I got a knock on my door she had found out that my best friend at the time had a schizophrenic attack and killed himself. She is the only one outside my family and small town that knew before now. Knowing what she could be going through is killing me and like her I refuse to sleep until we find out what's happened to her." George said, his usual neutral face, showed as much confusion, hurt and fear as Don had seen in any victim.

"We'll find her," Don said softly, "alive," he added when he saw the uneasy look in Huang's eyes.

"The thing that bugs me the most is the fact that he knows so much about her, I've been thinking about anything he would use or that he could know that would help solve that number problem." George said looking at the numbers. He first thought that if he wrote out the alphabet he might be able to decipher what the note said but that turned out to be a failure. Once he was done this is what it looked like.

"y a d s e n d e w o:k. a d n a t a e. s e c n e u l f n i h s i n a p s. p u k o o l e v i t c e t e d r u o y d n i f o t t n a w u o y f i."

Olivia had been listening in, no one in the precinct had seen George this torn up before.

"Get in the corner!" the man yelled, the women cocked her head to the side.

"What have I done to upset you?" the women asked hurt, she flinched as the whip came down cutting the bottom of her chin. She had learned not to cry it was a sign of weakness.

"You call me sir!" he yelled pushing her to the ground.

"Yes sir," she mumbled quietly as she sat herself up and crawled towards the corner. "Sir, do you have any food for me today?" her eyes wide a slight glimmer of hope in them as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Food? Only important people get food, nobody cares about you, nobody has come to find you. You are important to no one but me! I am the only one who cares about you." she bit her tongue as the whip came down once more.

A/N: hey every one, I hope you are enjoying the story, sorry it took so long for me to update but I had a hell week with both school and personal stuff so I'll try and update soon but don't be expecting on at least until Wednesday because I have a huge PSYC paper due followed by a couple midterms. I'll try and put it up on Wednesday. Please don't forget to review.