I have no idea how this happened. This chapter just fell into my head, and I had to write it down before I forgot. Enjoy this very, very rare double feature. I'm glad you all are still interested in this story!

"A lot has happened in these fifty-two hours. This once hot topic went from a cold case to a solved case overnight. No one thought Detective Benson was alive – much less being used as a sex slave by a seemingly ordinary man."

Olivia's mouth rounded. Sex slave?

The reporter motioned to the creepy house behind him. The Crime Scene taped off entry, and a few police officers swarmed the grounds.

"So far, they have recovered one body. The police are not certain how many more remain. William Lewis is recovering well from his two gunshots. He faces multiple felony charges along with a few misdemeanors for local robberies. His doctors say he is stable, and they expect a full recovery. As for Detective Benson, no one is sure just how damaged –"

Olivia scowled and hit the power button. Full recovery. Sure, why shouldn't the monster have a normal life while she lived out a "damaged" one. She glared at the empty TV. Damaged sex slave. Not a police officer. Not a survivor. A freaking damaged sex slave. Olivia rolled her eyes in utter disgust. Stupid news.

Fin whistled as the doors opened. Spicy peppers wafted behind him as he left the elevator. He adjusted the brown bag to his other hand with a wince. He was surprised the hot food wasn't burning its way through the bag.

"Woah there, detective. What is that?"

"Oh hey, Kyle. How's it going?" Fin tilted his head to greet the nurse. "Keeping busy?"

Kyle eyed the brown bag suspiciously. "Is that more Chinese food?"

Fin laughed. "Would you believe that guy stays open until 2 AM? He was already closing, but he went ahead and made up the order anyway. Great guy."

Kyle offered an uncomfortable smile. "You can't bring her Chinese food…at three in the morning. It's way past visiting hours."

The friendly expression dropped. "Visiting hours? You're really going to talk to me about visiting hours?"

Kyle slipped a hand into his pocket and looked over Fin's shoulder. He evidently didn't find the help he was looking for as his gaze slipped back to the intimidating detective. "Look man, we let you guys slip a lot of things past the normal rules. But the doctors want her to eat vegetables to get her numbers back up. She's low in everything. Vitamin D, Vitamin C, Calcium…"

"Look," Fin interjected firmly. "Don't worry about it. There's peppers and onions in this. And if you're freaking out about the calcium, I'll get her a whole gallon of milk for breakfast."

"But –"

"Don't make me shoot you."

Liv's eyes darted from the blank TV to her moving door. A gentle knock sounded as Fin walked through the door.

"Hey there. I figured you might be up. I come bearing gifts." Fin smiled as he set the bag on the tray. "Kung Pao Chicken with fried rice. They even threw in a free eggroll. I think Pedro likes me." Fin shrugged off his jacket. "I don't really understand why a Pedro works in a Chinese restaurant, but hey – " Fin collapsed in the chair beside her bed. "Who am I to judge?"

Olivia studied her hands, the smell of the food she devoured hours earlier making her sick. "I'm not hungry."

Fin waited a moment before answering. "No big deal. Chinese warms up pretty good."

Olivia closed her eyes to hide the anger. How could he be so casual? How could he lie to her so easily? Pretend this was normal?

"Hey," Fin called softly. "What's up?"

What's up? How was she supposed to answer that question? Everything was up. Everything was different.

Fin's concerned gaze fell to her lap. The TV remote lay forgotten in a pile of tissues. His heart sank. "You were watching TV?"

Olivia's eyes snapped open. Her accusing eyes snapped to his face. They said everything she couldn't bring herself to speak into existence.

"Liv," Fin's voice cracked. "I'm sorry." His gaze softened. "You have to understand –"

"Why?" Olivia croaked. Anger rose to the surface like a fire fed by gasoline. "You all just stood there and lied to me about…What else did you lie to me about?" her voice rose in pitch. "What else are you hiding?"

Fin glanced worriedly to the monitor as her heart rate increased. "Liv, we didn't mean to lie to you about Lewis." His hand rubbed the back of his neck. "And that's the only thing we didn't tell you," he added hastily.

Olivia glared darts at him, not trusting herself to say anything else. She was just supposed to believe that? She knew better. She knew how often stories changed. She knew how often life changed. She knew better than to lay down and believe anything that was thrown her way.

Fin's brow creased. "Look, he was dead. SWAT nailed him twice. Once in the chest and once in the stomach."

Olivia scowled and looked away. She didn't want to hear this.

"Liv," Fin pleaded. "Everything was a mess. You were dehydrated and falling over. Amanda and Nick were trying to keep you away from the gunfire, but you just kept mumbling about a sandwich. It was like you couldn't even see them."

Olivia reluctantly looked back at Fin. She could see the pain in his eyes, like someone had used his heart as a cutting board and then poured vinegar all over it.

Fin took a shaky breath and started pacing. "Lewis knew he couldn't make it out of there. He only had one gun. He was no match for SWAT. His only way to leave without being in a body bag or cuffed would be if he got his hands on you. He knew with you as a hostage, he could walk out. Lewis kept edging his way along the kitchen wall and taunting you. Something about you knowing what he would do if you didn't listen. Lewis didn't know we already had you. I mean, he probably assumed we did, but –" Fin shrugged. "He wouldn't back down. Even the first time they shot him, it was like nothing fazed him."

Olivia frowned. How could she not have known all this? She had been there the whole time. Had she heard the gunshots? Heard Lewis calling for her?

"He finally went down with the second shot. There was so much blood. Figured he would bleed out, and no one was exactly rushing to help the son of a bitch." Fin bit his lip. "SWAT checked for a pulse and couldn't find anything. That's when we told you he was dead."

Olivia narrowed her eyes, her defenses still at full capacity.

Fin held up his hand. "I swear, he was dead when we told you. That was the first thing we said that you heard. It was like you saw us at that point. You knew it was over."

Olivia's gaze dropped. She did remember that. The overwhelming terror that ebbed away. Replaced by a feeling she didn't even understand.

"Some newbie came in with the paramedics. They did CPR and revived him." Fin rolled his eyes. "Something about treating everyone equally."

Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat. She had missed so much while being right there. How was that possible?

Fin dropped his gaze. "It took us so long to find you. And even when we did, it was like you were somewhere else. How could we tell you two minutes later that he was resuscitated? We knew you would find out eventually. It just didn't seem like right then was, you know…there would be time for that later."

Olivia's heart sunk. She was so messed up. A familiar prickling set her teeth on edge. "He was in this same hospital."

"He had three guards on him at all times, and he was fully restrained. He only regained conscientious twice." Fin rubbed his head. "I'm sorry, Liv."

Liv. Her old nickname sounded so unreal. It sounded like she…lived. She didn't live. She existed. She survived.

"Well," Fin said quietly. "Guess I'll go get Barba now."

"Barba?" Olivia's head lifted. "He's here?"

Fin smiled. "You didn't think we'd actually leave you alone? We took over the waiting room as soon as you were admitted. A few people pop in every once in awhile, but they usually leave pretty quickly."

The prickling grew stronger as tears trickled down her nose.

"Barba refused to go along with Lewis being dead, so the Captain wouldn't let him in here. He's been very sour." Fin let out a tired laugh. "I'm sure he'll want to see you now."

"Don't wake him up," Olivia protested softly.

"Wake him up?" Fin asked incredulously. "Not one person is sleeping in that room. I fought Nick for ten minutes to go get the Chinese, and that was only because Amanda was arguing with Brian about which one of them was going to the store to buy you some clothes. Trust me, Barba will be awake."

Olivia's lips parted. They were not only camped out in the waiting room, but they weren't even sleeping? She offered a tentative smile as Fin stepped out. She didn't know whether to be angry at them for agreeing to lie to her or glad they were being so supportive. It would be sweet if it weren't so overwhelming.

Lost in her thoughts, she jumped at the creak her door made.

"Knock, knock." A crooked smile appeared around the door. "I heard you were up for some company."

The prickling doubled in sensation, and her shoulders began to shake.

"Hey, hey," Barba grabbed the tissue box and quickly handed it to her. "I know my suit is wrinkled, but it's nothing to cry over."

She should laugh at that. She knew that one was a joke. She also knew that his unmatched suit was very wrinkled. Striped navy pants with a solid black vest, a green shirt, and a polka dotted tie. She had never seen Barba put any of those together. It looked hideous.

Barba awkwardly patted her arm while she chased the river of tears away. "There, there."

"I can't do this," Olivia hiccupped. She didn't even know she was thinking those words until they spilled out. But it was true. Her friends bending over backwards to help her – a damaged sex slave. They didn't understand a thing. She had so many emotions rolling through her in a given minute, even Olivia couldn't keep up with herself.

"Hey, look at me," Barba urged.

Olivia clenched her eyes before grudgingly meeting his gaze. The gel had fallen out of his hair, his tie was crooked, and exhaustion settled in every inch of his expression. He looked like he had aged ten years. For the first time, she realized the toll her disappearance had taken on her team. No wonder none of them were sleeping.

"You don't have anything to prove to anyone." Barba gave a half smile. "We're just glad you're here. You're alive. You're safe. You don't have to say anything or do anything. Just knowing that you're okay is enough."

Olivia searched his gaze for any mocking jeers but found none. She chided herself. This wasn't Lewis. This was her friend.

"And I promise you this," Barba added. "I will make it my life's mission to make that monster's life a complete nightmare. Everything he did, everything he put you through," Barba's eyes narrowed. "That man will pay for the rest of his life."

"How's she doing?"

Barba shrugged and collapsed back into his chair. "Like she's spent five months living with a monster who tortured her daily, and she just found out her friends lied to her about the freak being dead."

Captain Cragen rubbed his forehead. "It was my call."

Nick shook his head. "We made the call in the cabin. Everything was so chaotic, it just seemed like the best way to do it."

Barba opened his mouth for a snappy retort but changed his mind at the warning glare from the captain. He didn't feel like going another ten rounds.

"What's the update on Lewis? He take the plea deal?" Amanda yawned as she reached for her coffee. "He has to know there's no point to fight this."

"We can't start the indictment until Liv gives her statement."

"It's too soon," Brian protested.

Captain Cragen shook his head slowly. "She's been awake all day, and she was found three days ago. IAB is already calling me every few hours. We can at most buy her one more day."

Barba nodded his agreement. "Detective Stiles should take it." He held up his hand as the squad immediately tensed. "He took the lead on this case, and she was found in his jurisdiction. We have to follow this by the book. We all know how Lewis is. We can't let anything slip through the cracks. Stiles knows as much as any of you. He takes the statement."

Fin reached for another slice of pizza. "So who is buying Liv the clothes?"

Her head was too big. It carried too many thoughts. It shouldn't have this many thoughts. She didn't have the energy to process them all. Where was she going to go when they released her from the hospital? She knew without asking her apartment wasn't an option. Not that she wanted to go back to where hell started.

Olivia frowned as she glanced out the window. No one had thought to tell her where they were. They weren't in New York City, that much she knew. There would be no way to see the sunset from any building. Were they even in the state of New York? For her squad to claim a waiting room, they couldn't be close to home. So would this team of doctors insist she stay in the area for follow up? Or could she go home?

She rolled her eyes. Home. She didn't even know what that meant anymore.

"Hey there," Doctor Cadman waved as she entered. "I'm surprised you're awake so early."

Olivia glanced at the clock to find it was 5:45 AM. That was early? "I couldn't sleep."

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. "It will take your body some time to get into a normal sleep pattern. I imagine you didn't have a lot of consistency."

Olivia shook her head no, fighting back a snarky remark. The only thing consistent with Lewis was pain.

"I am about to end my shift, but I realized I just threw a lot of information at you last night. I really didn't ask you any questions or see if there's anything I can do to make your life a little easier."

Olivia raised an eyebrow.

Doctor Cadman offered a sympathetic smile. "For the next few weeks, I need to make sure we do everything possible to keep you and the fetus healthy."

Olivia clenched her fist. If only everyone could ignore the elephant in the room the way her squad did.

"How are you feeling?" Doctor Cadman asked energetically, oblivious to Olivia's internal struggle. "Any back pain? Heartburn? Nausea?"

Olivia's entire body wanted to lunge at the word. "Nausea."

Doctor Cadman bit back a chuckle at her patient's expression. "That's perfectly normal. I'll call in medication to help you with that."

Her eyes widened and focused on the doctor. "They make medicine for that?" she asked, utterly dumfounded.

The doctor nodded, sympathy and amusement warring in her eyes. "They make all sorts of things to help you live your life. It's no fun living in the bathroom. Some women throw up everything they eat, while others just feel queasy."

Resentment. That was it. All the times she felt her actual stomach was going to come up, there was a way to prevent it. And the scum of the earth had thrown pop-tarts her way instead. Olivia's lips thinned. Every time she thought there was a limit to how much she hated Lewis…she learned something new.

"So otherwise, you're feeling all right?" Doctor Cadman inquired gently, attempting to redirect the conversation. "No pelvic pain, no unusual discharge?"

Olivia frowned. She was supposed to pay attention to discharge? There was pelvic pain? "What…I mean, is there more – " Olivia's voice faltered. How was she supposed to ask this? Was this even all right to ask? The doctor would think she was crazy. Course – maybe she was.

Doctor Cadman studied her patient for a moment. "Doctor patient confidentiality applies to any question or any statement you make. It doesn't leave the room."

Olivia's eyes unconsciously moved to the door. She didn't know how to do this.

The doctor glanced back at the open door and moved towards it. She gently closed it and sat down on the rolling chair. "I thought you might have some questions. I have as much time as you need. And no question is stupid."

Olivia's brow furrowed. Question after question piled in her mind. How was she supposed to sort them all out?

"Hey," the doctor called softly. "I'm not going to judge you for anything you ask. I'm an open book. If I don't know the answer, I'll get it and bring it back. I'm here to make your life easier. That includes answering questions so you know what to expect."

Olivia nodded slowly. "Discharge…pelvic pain…what else, I mean if I, if it doesn't….what happens?" she stammered.

The doctor's questioning gaze made Olivia queasy.

She took a deep breath. "What else would I need to look for to make sure everything is – okay?" Olivia finished quietly. Her eyes fell back to her lap, unable to meet the doctor's gaze.

"Pregnancy affects everyone differently. You obviously had a different set of circumstances. Stress will be a factor, but you need to limit that. You will need to be monitored consistently to check for blood pressure issues and to make sure you are gaining enough weight. Right now, the fetus is quite small."

"Small?" Olivia's gaze flew back to the doctor. "She's small?"

Doctor Cadman held up a hand. "It's perfectly normal with what you have gone through. It's important you maintain a healthy diet and eat every time you're hungry. You're early enough that I'm not worried about getting her caught up, should you decide that's what you want to do."

"I can't carry his baby."

"Why not?"

Olivia's eyes rounded as she looked away from the doctor again. She had said that out loud?

"Olivia, we will need to talk about this at some point. Whether you decide to proceed with the pregnancy or terminate it, you will need both a psychologist and myself to sign off on it."

"Why?" Olivia choked out. This was her decision, not theirs.

Doctor Cadman's eyes filled with sympathy. "We can't have you go through a procedure without knowing you've thought it through. And we can't have you take a baby home that you don't really want. Neither of those are healthy for you or a baby."

Take a baby home? She didn't even have a home. Or a car. Weren't you supposed to have a car? Damn. She needed a car seat. But where would she take the baby? Lewis' baby.

"Maybe you're asking the wrong question," Doctor Cadman suggested tentatively.

Olivia frowned. Had she asked one of those questions out loud again?

"Instead of asking what you're supposed to do with his baby, maybe you should ask what you're doing with your baby. For example," the doctor paused. "If you fast forward three years, what would you do with a two year old daughter? What would you do if you walked in and she colored all over the living room wall with a permanent marker?"

Olivia looked down at her belly with a frown. Her baby?

"Would your first reaction be that this is something toddlers do? Or would you fly off the handle? Would you be angry at her for marking the walls the way her father marked you?"

Olivia's horrified expression would have melted the paint off a wall, but it didn't deter the doctor.

"I think you need to ask what kind of parent you would be to this child. Can you love this child 100% every day? When she laughs at a joke, will you run out of the room because you compare her laugh to his? When you've had constant nightmares three days in a row and she has a fit because she wants to wear her pink shoes to daycare, and you can only find her white shoes – how will you handle that? Can you love her even when she's difficult? Or will you blame every annoying and wrong thing she does on him?"

"I'm gonna be sick," Olivia croaked.

The doctor lunged for the bowl and got it under Olivia's chin as the flood gates opened. She patted Olivia's back as everything she had eaten in the last twelve hours came back up. "Definitely going to need that nausea medicine." The doctor winced.

Olivia didn't comment. She didn't even know if this was the nausea or the actual idea of raising her rapist's child.

The doctor waited until the heaving subsided before going into the bathroom to clean the bucket. Doctor Cadman walked back out to find her patient very pale. "You don't need to decide today." The doctor encouraged softly. "But you can't ignore this decision until the day before you need to make it."

Olivia watched the doctor exit the room with a frown. Could she really do this? Could she raise a kid and forget why the kid existed in the first place? She didn't have a home, or even know if she was going back to the NYPD. How could she raise a kid if she didn't even know what she was doing with herself?

"That was never part of the agreement."

"What agreement?" his voice thundered. "We had no agreement."

"Because you didn't think we would actually find her alive," Detective Stiles calmly inserted.

Brian sneered and crossed his arms.

"NYPD handed us a cold case. We worked it. We solved it."

Amanda snorted. "I didn't see any of your guys holding Olivia back from gunfire."

"It is not my department's fault that you didn't follow protocol." Sergeant Taylor crossed his arms. "Very little of what Lewis actually did took place in the city. This isn't your jurisdiction."

"Not all of it took place in Jefferson County, either," Captain Cragen retorted. Fire raged in his eyes. "If you think I'm just handing over this case to you –"

"Wait a minute," Detective Stiles protested. "No one is asking you to hand over the case."

"Taking the lead is the same thing," Amanda muttered.

Detective Stiles ran his fingers through his curly hair. "Don't you see? The very reason you are so upset about this is the very reason you can't be in there."

Nick shook his head, his knuckles white. "She's my partner. I'm not just leaving her to –"

"Hold up," Brian took a step forward. "You think that gives you privileges? I was the one to report her missing."

"Enough!" Sergeant Taylor barked. "Detective Benson has been through enough without her supposed friends arguing over who 'gets' to be in the room while she divulges the most private and painful statement she'll ever make. You can't react like this when she explains how Lewis took her hostage. That poor woman has enough scars on her body that I cannot even imagine how badly he hurt her. But that's just it –" his voice softened. He glanced around at the hurting people in the room. "We won't have to imagine it. Because she will have to tell us exactly how she survived it. And if you all are this worked up, this exhausted…it's the last thing she needs."

Captain Cragen started to argue, the emotional side warring strong.

Sergeant Taylor shook his head. "Detective Stiles and Detective Carter will get her statement alone. They will be slow and give her all the time she needs. Her life will be put under a microscope, and the entire country will hear the sordid details at some point. The very least you can do is give the woman some privacy the first time she has to explain the details."

Detective Carter gave a sympathetic smile to the NYPD squad glaring darts at her. "I've heard amazing things about Detective Benson. We will be very careful in how we talk with her."

Detective Stiles bit his lip. "We'll have our ADA work with Barba on the trial. You'll have access to all our records. You trusted us to help you find her. Trust us to help her get justice too."

Barba uncrossed his arms, the fury fading from his bones. "Liv will probably get through it faster if we're not there. Lewis took enough of her pride. Let's not take anymore."

Nick turned to him, his betrayal evident.

"They have a point." Cragen sighed. "We don't know what he did. We were too involved in this case months ago. Let them handle this."

Stiles nodded his relief and followed his colleague out the door. This fight was long from over.

Olivia glared at her door. Maybe she could break the stupid door. Then no more doctors would come in to tell her how messed up she was and how little she could do. And maybe the too happy nurses would stop waking her up to ask how she was sleeping. How had she thought there was any privacy here? She got more sleep when she was with Lewis.

Her gaze of hatred switched to her throbbing feet. Two weeks. She couldn't put any weight on her feet for two weeks. Infection had apparently set in and done a lot of damage. In between pressing every damaged nerve on her feet, the doctor went on and on – explaining the damage that infection did to soft tissue. She had to keep medicated bandages on her feet, and without exception, no walking. Guess that explained why they put a cathedar in. Sure would be fun when she was discharged. Her lip curled. A wheelchair. A stupid freaking wheelchair.

"Detective Benson?"

Her heated gaze flew back to the door, causing the two newcomers to pause.

"We can come back later," Detective Stiles offered.

Her eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar people barging into her room. At least the doctors knocked. She took in the tall man with curly black hair. He looked almost as tired as her team did. His jeans had dried mud streaked all over them, and his boots were three different colors. The shorter dark-skinned woman standing behind him had none of those problems, though. Her clothes were wrinkle free, and her hair had been straightened to the point that it shined. By far, she was the most put together person Olivia had seen yet.

"What do you want," Olivia asked warily. The constant tiredness that had been her life for months was creeping back into her pores.

"I'm Detective Stiles," the man smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I've been the lead detective working your case."

"My case?" Olivia repeated, confusion setting in.

"Your disappearance," Detective Carter clarified. "Lewis had you mostly in up-state New York. We work with the Jefferson County Police Department."

Olivia's heart sunk. Not already. Her head started shaking before she realized what she was doing. "No."

"My name is Latrice Carter." Detective Carter tilted her head. "We cannot imagine – "

"No," Olivia said stronger. "No, you really can't. And I would really like to get some sleep." The urge to appease was overcome by the urge to protect herself from the looks of horror everyone would have when they knew about the things she did to stay alive. No one needed to know those things.

Detective Stiles cleared his throat. "I'll be right outside."

Detective Carter nodded her head.

"Just because he stepped outside, that doesn't change my answer." Olivia glared at the remaining intruder. "I want to sleep."

Carter raised an eyebrow at the whiteboard beside Olivia's bed. "Wow, that's a lot of stuff."

Olivia eyed her suspiciously, unwilling to communicate with this perfect stranger.

"Can you even read half this stuff?" Carter chuckled at the display of handwriting. "My little brother is pre-med. I told him he was made for it. Could never read his handwriting. Drove his teachers nuts."

Olivia snorted. "You think this will work? Sympathizing with the victim? Get her to feel safe?"

Carter winced at the piercing stare sent her direction. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the difficult conversation. "Detective Benson, we have a problem."

"Just one?" Olivia retorted.

Carter took a seat beside the bed. "It involves William Lewis."

A shiver went down her spine. How could they already have a problem with him?

Carter pursed her lips. "He is claiming he went into police custody as soon as he entered the hospital. We have until eight o'clock tonight to officially press charges."

"You haven't pressed charges yet?" Olivia screeched, her face turning red.

Carter raised her hand. "Without knowing the details of what happened to you, we cannot just throw charges at him. We need your statement to proceed with exact charges."

Olivia's eyes welled with tears as her eyes wandered around the room. He was conscious? He was making demands?

"You know the rules. We can only hold him for seventy-two hours. So you can either talk to me, or you can talk to someone else. But if I leave this room without your statement, your captain, boyfriend, and partner are going to have a fistfight over who comes in here next."

Olivia's watery eyes darted back to the detective. The idea of explaining one sordid detail to anyone who actually knew her made the easing nausea come rolling back. She took a deep breath and rearranged her aching feet. "What do you want to know?"