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She'd been gone a week. A slow, torturous week that felt like a life time. Everyone knew the reality of someone who had been missing for more than 48 hours. But they wouldn't give up, Jay would never give up. The guilt had been eating him alive because he should've tried harder to figure out what was wrong. Then he would've known, maybe he wouldn't have but there was a chance that if he just pushed her a little bit more than maybe he would've been able to do something...anything.

It was the end of shift and Jay was sitting at his desk scrolling through all the pictures he had of her and the ones of them together on his phone. Her beaming, radiant smile. Her captivating eyes, the way they looked at each other. No wonder people thought they were always dating. She was just that kind of girl, lit up any room she walked into. She made him the happiest he's been in a long time.

"You heading out soon?" Hailey asked, putting on her coat.

"Yeah, I'm going to Liv's."

"Don't do this to yourself."

"I just can't be at my place. I'm too restless there."

An hour later Jay unlocked the front door and looked at the key in his hand.

"I don't where to find you. I don't even know where to look."

He sat on the couch and closed his eyes. Realization was setting in that he didn't know Olivia at all, and he may never see her again either. Who was this brilliant, beautiful hazel eyed girl, who crashed into his life and turned it upside down. The girl who loved the New York Yankees and New York Giants, despite Jay's protest and complaining. The girl he was teaching hockey to and no matter who much they watched she still had no idea how to keep track of the puck.

He showered, changed and climbed into bed. He slept best in her bed, actually that's not true. He slept best next to her, felt at ease. The first time they shared a bed was the second time she stayed at Jay's place. The first night she stayed over he couldn't remember but he was shit faced drunk and she had to pick him up from Molly's. She only stayed on the couch because she was afraid he would throw up in his sleep and choke on it. She claimed that, that was the funniest thing she's ever seen and that he was quite the comedian.

But the second time, that one was a clear memory. She had come over with pizza and beer one night. The snow wasn't suppose to be anything more than a dusting. But by the time she went to leave, the dusting had turned into 6 inches and it didn't like it would be stoping anytime soon, and it was hard to see a couple feet in front of you face. Jay had told her to just stay and take the bed. Of course they fought about it, and after twenty minutes, Jay got his way. Or so he had thought.

During the middle of the night, Jay was having one of his nightmares about being over seas. Concerned, Olivia had gotten out of bed to check on him. She gently shook his shoulder and said his name when Jay woke ready to defend himself and swing at whoever was in front of him. It took him a second to realize he was home and it was only Olivia. He was mortified that he could've hurt her and kept apologizing. Unafraid, she stood and tugged on his hand, trying to pull him to his bedroom. He told her he did't think it was a good idea, that it would change things. She rolled her eyes and told him to stop thinking with the wrong head, that she just wanted him to come lay down and to relax. When she tugged on his hand again he followed her.

Over time she learned how to deal with his nightmares. Never once putting herself before him. Now he realized how little he knew about her. Who took her? Why was he calling her Ainsley? Was she really Ainsley or Olivia? She never did talk about her past or her childhood or his family life growing up. But then again, neither did he.

Banging at the front door in the middle of the night jarred him awake. Grabbing his gun off the night table, he slowly walked downstairs.

"Jay, it's Voight. Open the door."

Jay holstered his gun and opened the door.

"Jeez sarge, i could've shot you."

"We found her. Or so we think."

Jay opened and closed his mouth a couple times.

"What, how."

"She has two phones connected to her phone number. Two iPhones. One you found in her room and the other that was turned on an hour ago. You're riding with me."

Ten minutes. She had been ten minutes away this whole time. Every nerve in his body was buzzing. They quietly entered the dim light, messy, dirty run down house. They split up to search the house and Jay went upstairs alone. Most of the doors were closed and locked. The last door, the knob turned and Jay slowly opened the door, gun drawn. As relived ad he was to see her, protective mode kicked in seeing her tied up, bloody and bruised.

"Welcome to the party Detective."

A guy around their age, sat behind her with gun pressed against her temple.

"I will blow her brains all over this room."

"Drop the gun."

"Not happening, you need to leave."

"Not without Olivia."

"HER NAME'S AINSLEY!" He yelled.

Olivia flinched and tears rolled down her cheeks. Jay had no clear shot, and he could;t risk hitting her.

"You need to let her go."

"No, i don't. I spent years of my life in jail because of this stupid bitch."

He pressed the gun harder into her head. She cried and tried to pull away. There was a split second where she had pulled away just enough. .POP. Jay didn't even blink. Olivia's screams where muffled by the gag in her mouth as the death weight fell on top of her.

"5021 George, shots fired by the police, two to the chest one to the head, offender DOA, missing persons recovered, roll an ambo to this location."

Jay cut the restraints that bound her hands and feet, took the gag from her mouth and stood her up slowly as she winched in pain. He held her to him and she cried into his chest.

"I've got you, you're alright. You're safe." He said kissing the top of her head.

"I didn't think you'd find me, or that anyone would. He- he said- he said he killed you."

Jay titled her head up and kissed her. He didn't care that the whole team was watching. He didn't care that they were only friends. He loved her, more than anything or anyone in the world. She kissed him back. He was here, he was real, he was holding her, he was alive. And then, she was limp.