Infamous
Disclaimer: Well my birthday came and went and they weren't among my gifts so I still don't own them.
A/N: Thank you everybody for all the wonderful reviews and all the wonderful birthday wishes. It was a wonderful birthday in spite of what I have already mentioned in the disclaimer. I hope ya'll like this next chapter.
4:00am
Jenna squirmed in the trunk of her own car. The man who had grabbed her had locked her in it and was currently driving somewhere. She felt around the trunk for something that she could use as a weapon. Her breathing came fast in spite of her efforts to stay calm. Her heart pounded so loudly that she could barely hear the hum of the cars engine, although she needed to keep her attention on it. She knew that as long as the car was moving, as long as he was driving, she was safe, well she wouldn't be hurt at least.
When the man had forced her into the trunk, she had noticed the jacket that was tied around his right shin. She figured that he had to be injured in that leg. If she could just find something to defend herself, she could make a run for it but the trunk was completely empty.
She clenched her eyes shut and tried not to cry. Losing her cool now wouldn't help, she had to remain collected, composed, calm but how was she supposed to do that when she had just been kidnapped at knife point by a psycho.
Jenna felt the car stop moving. Her heart skipped a beat. Then she heard the engine shut off and the driver's side door open. Her heart jumped into her throat. She heard the man groan as he obviously put too much weight on his injured leg. Her stomach somersaulted. She heard the key turn in the trunk and saw it open above her head. Her heart felt like it would explode from fear.
6:30am
The shrill ringing of Olivia's phone woke her up. She groaned as she rolled over to answer it. She had only managed to get to sleep twenty minutes ago. After they had gotten up to her apartment, Elliot had made himself comfortable on the couch and Olivia had crashed into her bed but she had found it impossible to sleep. Images of what White and those other men could be doing to people invaded her mind's eye every time she closed her eyes. Finally her body had been too tired to fight anymore and sleep won out. And now her phone had to go and ring.
She groggily reached over and pawed through the belongings that lay on her night stand until she found her phone "Benson," she answered, still sounding a little asleep.
"Olivia," came Captain Cragen's voice "Sorry to bother you but I need you back at the house on the double."
"Why?" she asked still sounding a little out of it.
"Munch and Fin found the UPS truck," he stated plainly.
Olivia was out of bed in a second "I'll be right there," she said, pulling on clothes and gathering together her badge and gun.
"See you there," Cragen said as he hung up the phone.
Olivia hung up her phone and stuck it in the pocket of the jeans she had just pulled on. She was about to head into the living room to wake Elliot when she heard his cell phone ring.
She smiled to herself as she listened to him emit the same irritated groan before he answered.
"Stabler," Olivia listened to Elliot's side of the conversation "Hi Cap… No its ok, I couldn't get to sleep anyway… What… We'll be right there… Bye."
Olivia smiled to herself when she heard him say "we". As far as she knew, Cragen had no idea that Elliot was staying at her apartment. She wondered if the captain would pick up on the change in words. She herself had been careful to say "I" to keep from arousing any suspicions.
"So," Olivia began as she exited her room "you couldn't sleep either, huh?"
"Not much," he answered as he gathered together his belongings.
"I know I'll sleep a lot better when we get these guys off the streets," Olivia said over her shoulder as she went into the kitchen.
"I'll sleep better when I know you're safe," Elliot said half to himself.
"What was that?" Olivia asked coming back from the kitchen.
"Nothing," Elliot began seeming a bit shaken. He wondered just how much Olivia had heard "I was just agreeing with you," Olivia seemed to except his explanation and Elliot sighed.
"Here," Olivia said, tossing a granola bar at him.
"What's this for?" he asked, as he put his phone into his pocket.
"Breakfast," she answered simply as she pulled on her coat and unwrapped her own granola bar.
"You know Liv," he began as he put his own coat on "I'm more of a cereal and milk kind of guy."
"No time," she said, heading for the door.
"I don't really like granola bars," he protested.
Olivia stopped and turned to him with just the smallest hint of a smile dancing in her eyes "It's gonna be a long day. The granola bar will fill you up and give you energy. We won't have time to stop for anything else. Plus its all I have," she opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
"Your point is?" he asked as he walked beside her towards the elevator.
When they had reached the elevator she turned to him "My point is," she began, smiling at him ever so slightly "Eat the dam thing!"
Just then the elevator doors opened and she stepped in. Elliot followed, slipping the granola bar into his pocket 'for later' he thought as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator.
10:00am
Elliot pulled the squad car into a parking space in the parking lot of the upstate New York hospital. He turned to Olivia "This is it," he said as he opened the door and got out.
"He must have come here to get treatment for his gun shot wound," Olivia speculated as she walked beside him to where Munch and Fin stood, next to the abandoned UPS truck.
"Have you got him?" Elliot asked, hoping that the answer was yes.
Munch shook his head "We were waiting for you, this is your collar."
"We haven't seen him leave the hospital," Fin said "he should still be in there."
Olivia nodded and headed for the doors. Elliot followed her. When they got inside they headed for the front desk of the ER.
"Benson, Stabler from the Special Victims Unit of the NYPD," Olivia said, flashing her badge at the receptionist.
The mousy looking woman looked up at them "How can I help you?"
Olivia wasted no time "Was a Mr. Damian Baker admitted last night?"
The woman turned to her computer and began typing. She pulled up a file and began scrolling through it "No," she said contemplatively "he doesn't seem to be listed here."
Olivia wasn't going to give up yet "Can you give me a list of all the people who were admitted last night with gun shot wounds?"
The woman gave Olivia an appraising look "We don't see the kind of action you see in the big city," she told Olivia in a slightly sardonic tone.
"What does that mean?" Elliot asked, stepping forward and finally joining the conversation.
The woman seemed to be looking at Elliot the same way she had looked at Olivia "It means," she began, speaking to Elliot as though he was a complete idiot "that there were no gun shot wounds treated or reported at this hospital last night or for the last week or even for the last month."
"Thank you," Elliot said in a tone that made it obvious to the woman that she had been absolutely no help and frustrating to boot. He and Olivia turned and left the hospital.
"She was a breath of fresh air," Olivia said sarcastically as they walked across the parking lot.
"Yeah and so helpful," Elliot responded in his own sarcastic tone.
"If White didn't get admitted to the hospital," Olivia began.
"Then where the hell is he?" Elliot finished.
They walked towards the place where CSU techs had just begun combing the UPS truck for evidence. Suddenly Olivia's foot struck something and she stumbled just a little.
"Are you alright?" Elliot asked as he steadied her.
"I'm fine," she said as she reluctantly pulled herself out of his arms. She bent down to see what exactly it was that had caused her to trip. She picked up an object and held it up to the light.
"What is that?" Elliot asked, moving closer to get a better look at it.
"I'm not sure," Olivia said in a thoughtful tone "it looks like a cell phone but…"
"It looks like someone ran over it with a car," Elliot concluded.
10:53am
"Jenna!" Gary called as he used the key that she had given him just last week to let himself into the house. He saw no sign of her in the front hall when he hung his coat up and he began to get worried.
He moved through the house, pausing to place the bag of groceries that he had bought on the kitchen table. He knew she had been working really hard that week and they had planned to spend the day together. He hadn't heard from her so far that day but he assumed that it was because she was probably still sleeping.
He approached her bedroom and strained to hear her snores. He didn't hear anything even when he pressed his ear right against the bedroom door. Thinking that she was playing a trick on him, he opened the bedroom door as quietly as possible and crept into the room.
She wasn't in the bed so he crept toward the closet. Under his weight one of the boards made a creaking noise and he half expected Jenna to jump out and tackle him. He grasped the door knob of the closet and prepared to open it. He braced himself for the impact that would surely come.
"I got you!" he yelled as he opened the door. When he saw that there was no one on the other side, no Jenna to jump out and hug him, no unexpected tackle that would land him flat on the floor, no tightening sensation in his pants as the woman he loved embraced him, he became worried.
He left the bedroom and ran through the house screaming her name "Jenna! Jenna! Come on, this isn't funny! I give up! Jenna!"
11:30am
"Bitch!" Jenna felt herself pushed to her back among the undergrowth of the forest. She had done her best to remove the bullet from the man's leg and bandage him up with the limited tools from her bag in the car. The procedure had taken several hours and she had tried to inform him that he still ran a high risk of infection but he wouldn't listen to her. All he had done the entire time was to tell her to "Shut up" and now that she had done all that he asked of her, it seemed as though this man was going to kill her.
The man bent over her and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other hand he slowly removed her pants.
Realization dawned on Jenna and she knew just what it was that this man intended to do. She tried to fight him off but he was strong. Then she saw her opportunity. The man shifted his position long enough that his bandaged leg came into view. She struck out with her left foot and hit him square in the wounded area.
The man screamed in pain and fell backwards. Jenna didn't even stop to retrieve her pants, she just took off running, she didn't even care what direction she was going in, just as long as she got away from that man.
11:45am
Olivia's cell phone rang "Benson," she answered. They were having no luck with the UPS truck, it provided no clues to where White might have gone. She was hoping that this call would tell her whether the crushed cell phone they had found could be related in any way to White.
Elliot stood protectively next to his partner, only catching bits and pieces of the conversation she was having. He found himself distracted by thoughts of who that phone might have belonged to and what could have happened to them.
"Okay thank you," Olivia said as she hung up the phone. She turned to Elliot and the look on her face told him that the news wasn't good "It seems," she began "that the cell phone we found belongs to a Dr. Jennifer Stevens. Her boyfriend just reported her missing, says he hasn't heard anything from her since last night. Apparently her supervisor says that she left last night at around three thirty."
Elliot swallowed a lump in his throat "And witnesses first noticed the truck in the parking lot at around two thirty."
"Why would White snatch her?" Olivia asked pensively.
"Damian Baker is a lot younger than White," Elliot through out, hoping that this brainstorming would lead somewhere.
"White can't pretend to be half his age," Olivia continued.
"He couldn't go into the hospital without arousing suspicion," Elliot kept going with the train of thought "He's a wounded animal, he feels like the walls are closing in on him."
"And a wounded animal does what it knows best," Olivia pondered aloud.
"He snatches a woman," Elliot said, realization beginning to strike.
"A doctor," Olivia added.
"Someone he thinks he can control,"
"Someone he thinks can help him."
"And when he's done with her," Elliot said in a grave tone.
Olivia picked up on his train of thought immediately, even though she didn't like it "He'll kill her,"
TBC
A/N: I added some crude timestamps to make it easier to tell the passage of time. I hope it helps.
