A/N: This Chapter is rated M for adult content. Please be aware and do not read if you are not supposed to. It will go back down in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: They are not mine. I'm just borrowing them. The Morgans do however belong to me as does Abby.

Chapter 3

Once everyone was in the interrogation room and settled in the extra chairs that they'd brought in Cragen began. "Everything I'm about to tell you is true. It's the story of a woman and her daughter who need our help. I know this is an unusual way to present a case but once I'm done you'll understand. Please don't interrupt me. All your questions will be answered once I'm done. Everyone understand?" At the nods he took a deep breath and began.

"About a year ago a young woman left her apartment here in the city to go to work. It was an ordinary day. Just as she was getting in to her car two hands reached out and grabbed her. She struggled and fought knowing that her life was in danger. The man that grabbed her was, however, stronger and was able to overpower her. She was thrown in to a van. Once in the van he tied he up and knocked her out with chloroform."

"After what must have been hours, she wasn't really sure due to the drugs, the van stopped. The man that grabbed her and his partner that had been driving pulled her out. She was awake though very sick from the drugs. They were at a small house somewhere in the woods. She had no idea where she was. She just knew she was in danger and at the moment there didn't seem to be a way to escape."

"Once in the house they locked her in a room. It was very small, the only thing that fit was a twin bed. The room had no window. They'd left her tied up and dumped her on the bed. She knew though that they would not forget her. Part of her hoped that they would. She knew she'd be better off if they left her alone. That was not the case."

"Over the next few weeks she lived in hell. They would starve her for days feeding her only when they felt like it. Most of the time she was drugged, with what she didn't know. Some would put her to sleep, some made her sick, and some made her see or hear things that weren't there. Every few days she was beaten, most of the time, just for fun, sometimes because she fought or did something that they didn't like. Never enough to break anything but enough to leave bruises all over her body. The worst part for her though was that she was raped repeatedly. Sometimes by only one, sometimes by both men. For awhile she hoped to find a way to escape, but eventually she was too weak to try. She hoped everyday that someone would find her, but with each passing day the hope started to fade. By then all she wanted was to be left alone. Death had to be better than the hell she was living in. Every night she cried herself to sleep, praying to God he would do something."

"One day after being out of it for awhile it seemed like, she woke and was in shock. She had no idea who she was or where she was or how she ended up there. She knew right away that she was in trouble. Later she would learn that during the last beating she'd been knocked down the stairs. She'd hit her head numerous times, which resulted in amnesia. It was a miracle that this woman was still alive. She didn't know until later that up until that point that she'd been there for four months."

"Her kidnappers found it amusing that she couldn't remember anything. It gave her an advantage. Once she made it known that she didn't know who or where she was the men eased up on the ill treatment some. Somehow she knew that this was going to help her get out of there."

"Then the day came. They'd left her alone for a few days so she wasn't in that much pain. One of the men had left, to where she did not know, nor did she care. All she knew was that instead of being outnumbered she now had a chance. She asked to use the bathroom. She was still always locked up in the room. She was only allowed out to use the bathroom, always under supervision. Once in awhile they took her out to other parts of the house. The second man unlocked the door and when it opened she hit him as hard as she could several times with a piece of wood from the floorboards that she'd managed to pry loose. It knocked him down and then eventually out. She ran as fast as she could out the door. All she could see around her were woods. She kept running, praying she would come across another house or person. Anything. Finally just about the time she was ready to fall down and give up she saw it. It was a house. She hoped it was safe, but at this point anything had to be better than where she'd come from. She collapsed in the front yard. She couldn't go further. The homeowners, Mark and Julie Morgan found her. They could tell right away she was in trouble. They took her in to their home and began to nurse her back to health. Julie was a nurse and Mark was a doctor so they were able to help her. She drifted in and out of consciousness. The first time she became conscious and realized she was safe she broke down into tears. She begged them not to report her. Wanting to help her but not wanting to scare her they agreed for the time being."

"Once she was stronger, she explained what happened. The couple was shocked at what they heard. They told the woman, whom they named Faith that she needed to report what happened, but she refused. Faith was scared out of her mind, so they let her stay there to heal. As the days went on her body began to heal, but everyday she was sick. Julie asked Faith if she thought she could be pregnant. It was certainly a possibility. She took a home test and found out she was in fact pregnant."

"Julie convinced Faith to come into her husband's office where they worked to get a check-up. Due to the drugs and trauma she was worried that there might be something wrong with the baby and wanted to find out as soon as possible. At that point everything looked okay, but she promised that they would keep an eye on the baby. She also discussed in length Faiths' options regarding the pregnancy. Faith decided to keep the baby. She already loved it. She didn't know for sure who the baby's father was and she didn't feel right making a decision like that without knowing who she was and what her 'real' life was like."

"She decided she wanted to be surprised when it came to the sex of the baby. By this time she'd gone to the local authorities and reported what happened but because she's waited there was not much to go on. They'd checked local missing persons but there were no matches. However to feel safe she and the Morgan's had a cover story. Faith was a cousin of Julie's, that was stying with them while she was pregnant. She'd escaped a abusive relationship and needed a safe place to stay. The towns people were great and treated her like she was one of them. They gave her things for her and the baby. They even threw her a baby shower. Looking at her she seemed to have everything. There was just one thing wrong. She still had no idea who she was."

"She tried not to be too sad about it. Some days were hard. Occasionally she would have a flash. She knew it was somehow connected to her past but she didn't know how. She wondered if there was anyone out there looking for her. She wished she had more answers then questions."

"Finally on September 18 she went in to labor. She'd decided to have the baby at home where she was most comfortable. That way, too, she didn't have to worry about huge hospital bills she couldn't pay. A mid-wife was called and ten hours she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Julie gave her a baby name book later while she was resting, so she could decide on a name. Rather quickly she decided on a name. She would be called Abigail Erin."

"She got an idea while holding the book. She flipped though the book looking at the names to see if any of them stood out or sounded familiar. She didn't really think that it would work. While casually flipping she came across a name. All of a sudden there was a flash in her mind and then a pain. Suddenly her mind was filled images, names and information. She cried out. Her memory had returned."

"By this time she'd realized where she was from and how long she'd been gone. She wanted to go home right then, but she'd just given birth and need to recover from that. She contacted the local authorities. She explained that she knew who she was and where she was from but she was still in fear, because she didn't know where the men were that had been behind her kidnapping. She thought that they might still be close so she asked them not to release the fact that her memories had returned and to not contact anyone about it just yet. She wanted to tell her family in person when she was stronger. So the authorities stepped up their investigation with the new information she was able to provide. In the meantime she developed complications from the delivery and was sick for another month. Another month went by and one day she received the call she'd been waiting for. The two men had been found. She went down to the station and positively ID'ed the men. Luckily for her once they were faced with the evidence the state had found with the men, they pled guilty and were sentenced to fifteen to twenty years in prison. Not nearly enough, but Faith was glad she would not have to go through a trial. She could finally put it behind her. It took a couple of more weeks to get everything sorted out and the day to go home finally came, though she left with a heavy heart. She would miss her new friends, but she promised to keep in touch and let them know how she was doing. And now she is home where she belongs ready to be welcomed back by her family."
Cragen finished almost surprised no one had guessed that this story was about Olivia. As she said it was an amazing tale, hardly believable if he hadn't heard it straight from her. He forced himself to not turn to the one-way mirror that was behind him. He knew she was there with Abby waiting for the right moment to come it and surprise her friends.

For a few moments there was silence. Everyone was absorbing the story. Finally Casey spoke, albeit quietly. "I don't understand. If this woman is okay and home where she belongs and the case is closed, then what's that got to do with us? Why tell us?"

From her spot outside Olivia knew that this was her cue. She picked up Abby as she heard Cragen stammer, "Uh...well..." And with that she grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

A/N: I know that the cops could have just taken her fingerprints and put them them into a database and they would know immediatly who she was.But for the purpose of this story, you're just going to have to pretend that it doesn't exist.