Olivia grimaced as he pushed her into a seat. He was never gentle. The chair creaked as she shifted. Her shirt was clinging to her shoulders, the water from her wet hair seeping through the tan material. She missed wearing pants. This new shirt only covered her torso, leaving her thighs to be chilled by the early September air.

Her eyes followed Lewis around the kitchen. He grabbed the duffel bag and moved to the refrigerator. He threw in cans of 5 Krazy, tossing a few apples in behind them. "Are we going somewhere?"

Lewis threw her a look. She decided not to press the issue. The shower ordeal had wounded her. Where they stayed didn't seem that important. She was still a prisoner.

He walked over to her with something in his hand. "Open up."

Olivia's eyes darkened.

Lewis rolled his eyes. "Relax, sweetheart. It's a pop tart."

Her resolve wavered. "Can I get a banana instead?"

"You ate all the bananas."

"Are you sure?" Olivia looked over at the counter. "They could be-"

"Look," Lewis interjected. "I got you bananas so you would shut up about it. You ate them all. So eat the damned pop tart. Or go hungry, makes no difference to me."

Olivia's shoulders drooped. "Okay."

Lewis broke off a small piece and put it in front of her. Olivia shoved her independence down and accepted the morsel of food. It tasted like sawdust. Sticky sawdust. But she had to get it down. He wasn't always willing to give her food, and she definitely didn't have anything left in her stomach.

Lewis watched her grimace and swallow. Any doubt she was pregnant had been erased weeks ago. She struggled to eat anything. Anything but those stupid bananas. He fed her another bite, somewhat fascinated by her struggle.

Olivia slowly got the pop tart down, not entirely sure it would stay. "Water." Her voice was dry, her throat protesting its use.

He shook his head. "We have to go."

"I'm still queasy. Water might help."

"Lewis set his jaw, his impatience stirring his anger.

"You don't want me to get sick in the car again," she pointed out.

"This is ridiculous," he replied tersely.

Olivia scowled. "Then just leave me here. Solve both our problems."

He ignored her response. "I'll be right back. You move, and I'll break your leg."

She looked to the door, the illusion of freedom urging her to take one more chance.

"Olivia," Lewis warned.

"I won't move," Olivia answered sullenly. It had taken months for her broken arm to heal. A broken leg didn't sound appealing. She recalled his fury at her last escape attempt and the horrific pain that followed. The next time she tried to run, he couldn't see it coming. The next time had to work.

Metal clanks sounded from the bedroom, further signs they were leaving. She had lost count of the places he had moved her to. They had been to cabins, trailers, abandoned homes, and even a few sheds.

Her thoughts wondered to the beach house he first kept her in. She still had nightmares about that place.

"What?" Olivia croaked. She couldn't have heard him right.

Lewis peeled the matted hair off her face. "We're leaving," he repeated.

"I - I don't understand," she stammered weakly. They had been in the beach house for three days. Lewis said she would die here, that she wouldn't make it out of this house alive. Everything he did seemed to confirm death wasn't far away. Her blood was everywhere. She had lost the feeling in her arms. Her ribs ached with each breath she took. Her brain pulsated against her skull. The dozens of burns she had endured trapped heat in her skin; making her feel as though she were on fire.

She squinted at Lewis, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

His tone softened. "It's time to go to sleep."

She wanted to argue, but his hands were forcing her mouth open. Something hard touched the back of her throat. Then there was vodka - too much vodka. Olivia panicked. This was it. This would be how he killed her. He had done everything he wanted, he was done with her.

Darkness blurred her vision. Liquid spilled over on her neck. She gagged, desperate for air. Her throat constricted, swallowing the bitter liquid. Olivia was vaguely aware the bottle was moved away. Lewis was talking again, but she couldn't hear him over the ringing in her ears. She tried to squeak out a plea, to beg for her life like he wanted, but her throat wouldn't work. Days of screaming had taken their toll. There was nothing left to do. There was no way for her to fight. Not like this.

"Hey!"

Olivia's head snapped to the side as Lewis slapped her across the cheek. The stinging pain started immediately.

"I said open your mouth," Lewis hissed.

Irritation spread across her features. She hadn't heard him come back in. Olivia glanced at the white pills he carried in his hand and narrowed her eyes.

"Open up, Olivia. I'm not in a patient mood."

"No," she spoke through clenched teeth. She hated sleeping pills, hated the fog that came with them.

He frowned. "You're going to take a nap. Figured you would appreciate that after the night you had."

Olivia shook her head, defiance returning to her eyes.

"You can take the pills or I can knock you out. Either way, you'll be sleeping when I put you in the car." His hand twitched. Lewis wanted to strangle her. No matter how many battles he won, Olivia's spunk always returned. Some days he enjoyed it. Today was not one of those days.

A choked scream filled the room as Lewis dug into the wound he opened in the shower, providing the window he wanted. He shoved the pills to the back of her throat and grabbed the water bottle beside him. A few sputters later, the pills were down her throat.

Lewis released her chin and grabbed the duct tape. "There's the water you wanted. You're welcome." He tore off a strip of tape and slapped it over her mouth. "You can thank me later. Up you go." He led her back to the bedroom and cuffed her to the headboard. "Sweet dreams." He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'll be back soon with the car."

Olivia's eyes grew in alarm. He couldn't leave her, not like this. She had thrown up all night. She would drown if she couldn't keep the pop tart down.

"You'll be fine. Deep breaths," he suggested with a wink. "Don't go anywhere."

The sunlight hit him in the eyes as he opened the front door. Lewis glanced around to make sure no one was watching before stepping outside, closing the door behind him. He started on the trail leading to the road, annoyed he had to repeat this process so soon. Her squad was more ambitious than he bargained for. The radio announced this morning they found the last car he had used.

The police lifted his DNA from the steering wheel. They found Olivia's DNA from her getting sick in the backseat. They knew she was still with him. They knew she was still alive. It was bad timing. The city was about to call off the search, or at least that's what the news said last week. Maybe that's why he had been so careless with the car. The police had all but given up on her, assuming she was six feet under. Even the press had died down; she was no longer a priority. Until this morning.

Leaving the car in such an obvious place was a mistake he would have to live with for weeks. It would be like May all over again. They would have to lay low, move every few days. He would need to kill anyone who saw him. It shouldn't be a big deal; it wasn't then. But she was pregnant now.

Lewis shook his head. Having never kept his girls for more than a few days, he never thought about dealing with a pregnant hostage. For the most part, nothing changed. He still burned her, still raped her, still made her scream until she lost her voice. He was slightly surprised she hadn't lost the baby. He was rough with her.

Lewis turned on the main road, watching for traffic. He did handle a few things differently. He gave her food at least once a day and didn't force alcohol down her throat anymore. They had most of their fun during the day as Olivia's nausea seemed to peak at night. Hurting her wasn't as fun when she was puking every five minutes.

He smirked as he recalled her look of terror at the pregnancy test. The despair in her eyes had sealed her fate. He would keep her around, if for no other reason than to have the baby she was so horrified to carry.

"No, that can't be right. Test it again." Nick spoke firmly. They had gotten the call yesterday morning. After nine weeks of no leads, they finally caught a break.

A couple walking their dog spotted an abandoned white van with red scrapes on the driver's side. They called it in, feeling something was off. Local police confirmed the van was stolen and sent samples off for testing. The results had come in a few hours ago. Olivia's DNA was in the backseat.

"I did retest it. Three times," the technician sounded annoyed. "The results are accurate."

"You must have made a mistake. Where's your boss? Is he here?"

"Nick," Amanda said softly. "He's just trying to do his job."

"Then he should be better at his job." His words had a cutting edge.

"Is there a problem here?" An older gentlemen stepped into the room.

"They want me to run the test again. I've already ran it four times," the young technician argued.

The older man reached out his hand. "I'm Dr. Stanton. You must be here about the missing detective."

"Yes, we are." Amanda shook his hand.

Dr. Stanton motioned to the folder in Nick's hand. "May I?"

Nick frowned. "Fine," he muttered.

Dr. Stanton took the file and glanced through the paperwork. "I see ESU found blood and vomit in the back of the vehicle."

"They found fingerprints on the steering wheel too," Amanda added with an edge to her voice.

"Yes, those seem to match William Lewis. However, the DNA in the backseat show Detective Benson was also in the vehicle. Do either of you have concerns about those results?" The doctor peered over his glasses.

Nick boiled with anger. "Do we have any concerns?" he asked incredulously.

Dr. Stanton paused. "Are you questioning the DNA results putting William Lewis and your detective in the van?"

"No, of course not," Nick retorted.

"So then it's the blood levels you're questioning?" The doctor took off his glasses.

"You don't understand who we're dealing with. There's no way those results are right," Amanda insisted.

Dr. Stanton nodded, choosing his words carefully. "I can't imagine what you are going through. To have your colleague disappear without a trace must have its challenges. We want to do anything we can to help. These results," he paused. "I understand they aren't what you expected, but the same lab that confirmed the DNA belonged to Detective Benson also tested the blood levels. The sample has an HCG level of 31,000. Your friend is pregnant, at least she was when she was in the van."

Nick shook his head in denial. "Can't you check it again?"

Dr. Stanton exchanged glances with the frustrated technician. "The test was run four times. She's at least six weeks along."

Nick wanted to punch someone. Within twenty-four hours, they went from thinking Olivia was dead to finding out she was still alive and still being held captive by William Lewis. Now she was pregnant? Was this why Lewis still had her? This was completely against his pattern. Questions swirled in his head.

He spun on his heel, vaguely aware Amanda was still talking. He had almost given up on his partner. Photos of Lewis' previous victims flashed through his head. He thought of the lust in Lewis' eyes when he played Olivia in the interrogation room. Nick had let her down. He should have stopped it then. He didn't, and Olivia paid the price. And now he found out he had been letting her down every day for the last four months. That would stop today. "I'm coming, Liv. Hang on." Nick slammed the door open. "I'm coming."

Pain. Her shoulder, her wrists, her throat, it all burned. Not that pain was unusual. She tried to turn over, but something was in her way. Something soft but firm. Light shined in her eyes, and music floated around her.

Her eyes fluttered open. Black leather was everywhere. She grimaced at the throb in her shoulder and shifted to relieve the tension. The ground beneath her jostled. Olivia groaned. She was in a car.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," Lewis peered over his shoulder. "Comfy?"

Olivia closed her eyes. Him again.

"You've been out for a while. Missed some pretty mountains." He checked the rear view mirror. The sun was setting over the trees. "We should find some place to settle soon."

She looked out the window and saw a pink glow against the tree tops. If she ever got out of this, she was never coming back to the woods.

Lewis spied a dirt road to the left and slowed the gray sedan for the turn. "Probably going to hit some pot holes."

Olivia winced as her head bounced on the floorboards. She would have a headache later.

Their journey continued in silence until the car crawled to a stop about ten minutes later. Lewis stepped out of the car, leaving a grossly uncomfortable Olivia restrained in the old car.

Lewis stepped towards the moss covered cabin. The dirt road was clear, no sign of foot prints or tire tracks. This looked promising. The front door creaked open. Lewis walked inside. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs.

His footsteps echoed through the empty house. He passed a bathroom before turning a corner. He moved towards the first bedroom and peeked inside. The faded brown wallpaper made the room feel smaller than it was. A futon lay discarded in the middle of the floor, and a faded recliner sat in the corner. No other furniture. His tongue touched his lips. This wouldn't work at all.

He checked the second bedroom and discovered only a broken bookshelf. Lewis turned on his heel, frustration oozing out of him. He was about to leave when he spied a door through the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of him, and he changed direction.

There was enough sunlight to see the door had two locks and a door knob. A sliding bolt laid even with his shoulders. The second lock was a few inches lower. It was a chain lock, the kind you see in a hotel room.

Lewis was intrigued. Why would anyone use two locks on an inside door? He slid open the bolt and pulled the chain free from its hold. His hand twisted the door knob, pulling open the heavy door. Curiosity turned to confusion before a slow smile slid over his face. They may not have to move again for a while.

If he didn't come back soon, her bladder was going to explode. Olivia tried to rock back and forth, but found her head still ached from the bumpy ride.

The car door swung open, smoke reaching her nostrils. "Found a new home, baby girl."

He pulled her out of the car and leaned her against a nearby tree to shut the car door. Lewis looked proud, like a child who got away with stealing a toy.

Olivia knew many of his looks. She experienced his anger, endured his curiosity, avoided his wrath, and prayed for his disinterest. But this, this smug contentment, she had never seen it before. It scared her.

Lewis seemed to sense it. He pushed the gun under her chin. "It's not perfect, but it has everything we need. You be a good girl, and I'll get you some food. Might even let you go to the bathroom."

Olivia walked with him to the cabin. Fighting didn't seem to be an option with the gun digging into her chin.

The house was dark, she noted as he pulled her into the living room. Dark and musky. Lewis turned her into the kitchen. Her confusion grew when he led her past the cabinets, past the refrigerator. It seemed he was leading her straight to a wall.

Lewis reached up and undid the two locks. He twisted the knob and pulled the door open. He heard her sharp intake of breath, felt her tremble.

This couldn't be it. This couldn't be where Lewis wanted to keep her. The places he found before, they were homes. The rooms he held her in had curtains, some even had paintings for her to focus on when she seemed to be drowning in sorrow. This room had none of that.

She was vaguely aware of Lewis talking about electricity, something about it not working. Olivia didn't really care. Her attention was on the cement room before her. Buckets lined the far wall. A candle was burning on a table by the door. Her eyes scanned the room. There were no windows. Olivia's eyes fell to the bed in the corner. Rope was already tied to all four wooden legs.

Lewis felt it before she started. He knew it was coming. Her muscles twitched the second she decided to run. The duct tape muffled her scream. She managed to turn halfway around before his arms wrapped around her. "Nope, no, uh-uh, sweetheart. Be good," Lewis breathed into her ear.

Another muffled cry sounded behind the duct tape. Olivia tried to wrench herself away from the man stealing her life. It no longer mattered he had a gun. She couldn't stay here. There was no way out. Her struggles increased as he pushed her into the room. What had she done wrong? Why did he want to keep her here?

Lewis manhandled her towards the bed and threw her down. "Guess you don't want dinner." He rolled her on to her stomach and crawled on top of her, sitting on her lower back.

Her left hand was freed from the handcuffs, and she immediately yanked it free from his grasp. She swung her hand backwards with all the strength she had.

Lewis cursed at the fist clipping his chin. The shock was enough for Olivia to pull her second hand free. She tried to push herself off the bed, but a strong hand grabbed her neck. He shoved her head into the mattress and held her there.

Olivia became frantic. She couldn't breathe like this. Her lungs burned for air, her hands scrambled for anything useful.

Lewis growled. "You really want to do it like this?"

Olivia tried to lift her head, to pull away from his hold on her neck. She needed air.

Lewis shook his head at her continued struggles. "Fine. Remember, I warned you."

She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to dig his eyeballs out with a dull knife. She wanted to curl in a ball and weep for the pain she had endured. She couldn't survive here. This cement filled room squashed any hopes she had of being found. A tear fell as her senses faded. How did she end up here?

"No, tell the lab to run it again."

Amanda pinched her nose, now able to empathize with the lab technician she spoke with earlier. "We already did. They ran it four times."

Brian turned to her with disbelieving eyes. "You can't be serious?" His gaze moved to the captain. "I mean, we know this guy. We've studied his crime scenes, his files, we even met with his victims who survived. He's a psychopath!"

Captain Cragen looked down at the report again. He felt like a cinderblock was stuck to his chest.

"Captain? Come on, she's out there. We know that. But this, this is ridiculous," Brian's voice rose.

"Forensics said the blood is less than a week old. The vomit proves she was alive in the car. We can discuss the other results later."

Amanda looked at the broken people standing with her in Captain's office. The last few months had been hard. While this was an unexpected twist in the investigation, it couldn't be ignored. "Captain," her voice wavered. "We can't dismiss this. Before he took Liv, he only kept victims for a few days. She is different to him." She shrugged. "We had no idea what he was doing, what his motive was. Maybe this is what changed."

"She's right," Fin interjected. "This is the only thing we have. It could be why Lewis has kept Liv alive. I don't like this anymore than you do. The results show she's pregnant. She needs us. We don't have time to argue about it."

Nick punched a dent into the filing cabinet. "I'm going to kill him."

The captain held up a hand. "We've got to find them first. Local detectives are scouring every home within a twenty mile radius, then they'll branch out. But we know his pattern. With this media circus, he's already on the move. So check missing persons, stolen vehicles, store robberies within a fifty mile radius. I'm done chasing our tails. Find him."

A shiver ran through Olivia. She moved to curl into a ball but found her limbs wouldn't move.

"You didn't stay out long."

Her eyes opened to find Lewis on the other side of the open door. He was unpacking his duffel bag.

Olivia pulled against her restraints and felt the rope dig into her limbs. She was anchored to the bed, every part of her available for Lewis to do whatever he wanted. Terror sprang in her heart.

Lewis walked towards her with a malicious sparkle in his eye. "Don't worry, Olivia. We've got nothing but time here."

Olivia's eyes glistened with tears. "Please don't do this," her voice wavered.

Lewis crouched down beside the bed. "I told you to be a good girl." His hand cupped her cheek. "I warned you."

She opened her mouth to argue.

He put his finger over her lips. "You know what happens when you don't behave."

Olivia's face crumpled.

Lewis stood up. "Cry as loud as you want. No one will hear you." He held up the blowtorch. "Your thigh seems to have healed nicely. Maybe this will too."

Olivia's shoulders shook as the first scream tore through her lips. Hope had never seemed so far away.