The stiff ocean breeze blew her hair across her face. The smell of salt air and the sand beneath her feet was calming and soothing. She watched as the waves washed up almost to her feet then pulled back out playfully. There was no one else around which she found odd but she was in too good of a mood too care. Instead she just stood quietly drinking in the serenity.

As time passed she began to wonder where this beach was and why she was on it. She racked her brain for some memory explaining the where, why and when but nothing came to her. There were some fuzzy pictures in the far reaches of her memory, nothing clear enough to answer any questions.

She looked down at her wrists and gasped. They were heavily bruised and had distinctive patterns on them. She felt a surge of pain when she attempted to flex her right wrist. Oddly the pain seemed to issue from her brain to her wrist as if her brain was waking up and reminding itself of what was going on.

Nothing made since anymore. The peacefulness was ebbing away as she started to feel pain in more places, mostly her chest and abdomen. Then she was cold despite the warm sun and sand around her. Her level of panic increased. Was it just her or was it getting darker? The sound of the waves breaking on the sand had stopped and the wind no longer blew through her hair. What was going on? What did all this mean? She became more aware of her body and realized it was shaking. Blood was dripping from her nose and it felt as if she were being held by something. She closed her eyes in an attempt to slow everything down but when she opened them again her surroundings had changed.

Olivia opened her eyes. The darkness was such a stark contrast to the last thing she had seen making it difficult to adjust. What she could make out was a small amount of light coming from a distant corner. It illuminated a bag of some kind. As her vision adjusted the object providing the light became more distinguishable as a cell phone.

She began searching her pockets hoping the phone in the corner was not hers. With a sigh of relief she managed to extract her phone from a back pocket of her jeans. The screen lit up at her touch telling her it was three o'clock in the afternoon, that she had only ten percent battery and that she had over thirty missed calls, over forty text messages and several voicemails. Most were from Fin, Munch, Casey, and Cragen. She realized whatever situation she was in it had to be bad for them to call that many times. What intrigued her the most was that none of the calls, text messages, or voicemails were from Penn. They had spent only a week working together but she felt they had worked well together and she was starting to become more comfortable and confident with her. Realizing this was not the time to wonder about it she flipped on the flashlight on her phone.

The first thing the beam hit was Penn lying on the ground next to her. Olivia scrambled to a seated position and moved closer. Penn was breathing, but barely. Her skin was ice cold and soaking wet. Her lips were blue and shivering. Olivia quickly placed two fingers to the Penn's neck searching for a pulse. She found it but noticed how slow and irregular it was.

"Penn wake up. Open your eyes." Olivia shook her gently. Penn did not respond. "Come on wake up now. I know you can hear me just try and open your eyes." She shook her harder with one hand while reaching around her chest with the other. It was her intention to pull Penn closer to her but she noticed a crunchiness to a portion of her rib cage were her hand rested.

"Broken ribs." Olivia said in a whisper. "That cant be good." She directed her light up and down Penn's body. She was no doctor but any one could see how severe Penn's injuries were.

"What do I do?" Olivia asked still whispering. The memory of a woman in purple scrubs speaking in a strong English accent filled her mind. When you see the grey eyes just give her a few jellybeans. That was it. She quickly got to her feet and gently pulled Penn onto her right side. She began patting down her jacket and jeans praying that what she needed was there and to her relief it was. Olivia managed to extract a small baggy full of brightly colored candies from a jacket pocket but a problem suddenly accrued to her. Penn being unconscious would not be able to chew the jellybeans let alone sallow. The only idea she could come up with was to try and melt them to soften them then place them against the inside of Penn's cheek in hopes of the sugar absorbing that way. Olivia took a handful of jellybeans out of the bag and rolled them around in her uninjured hand until they were soft then gingerly, using her right hand, she pried open Penn's mouth and with the left hand placed the jellybeans against the inside of her cheek.

Olivia set her phone down watching time tick by unsure weather what she had done would even work. As she waited she racked her brain attempting to remember where they were and what got them there.

After five minutes she inserted several more pre-softened jellybeans into Penn's mouth. It took another ten minutes and two more rounds of inserting jellybeans into Penn's mouth before she started to stir. Olivia watched with held breath. Slowly Penn opened her eyes reveling the grey irises Olivia had been waiting on.

"Good morning." Olivia said with a pained but relieved smile.

"Up…. sit up…. need to sit up." Penn spoke at little more then a whisper. Her lips were the blue her eyes were supposed to be and she struggled to stifle the chattering of her teeth.

"I don't think you should move. Just lie still. Your in no condition to sit up." Olivia responded. Penn shook her head.

"Need to sit up." She said.

"NO! Your ribs, arm and leg are all broken and who knows what else. You are incredibility weak and need to save your strength." Olivia did not raise her voice but spoke with a stern tone. "You can lay on your back and I will prop your head up if you would like." Penn stared at Olivia for a moment only to close her eyes and nod her head in a defeated sort of way. She didn't have her blue eye stare to help her get her way. Penn rolled herself onto her back. Olivia pulled off her jacket balling it up into a pillow then placed it under Penn's head.

"Is that better?" Olivia asked.

"For now." Penn answered still whispering.

"I gave you about twenty jellybeans already. Do you need more?" Olivia asked.

"Insulin or glucose would be better. Jellies will only last a few minutes." Penn answered. Olivia sat back on to her butt concerned. Insulin was not something she could just make appear, nor was glucose. What then could she do?

"Is there any other option? Because unless you're carrying one of those on you, jellybeans are all we have." Olivia said panic filling her voice. Penn looked like death was rapidly approaching and she could not stand to watch.

"My phone." Penn whispered.

"It's over there in the corner. But there isn't any signal to make a call or send a text." Olivia answered. It took several minutes before Penn could muster the strength to explain.

"When my phone flew, light on a bag, then passed out, looked like medical bag." It was obvious the toll it was taking on her.

"Jellies." She managed to say. Olivia grabbed the bag and pushed a few more into Penn's mouth. She was able to chew and swallow them with some difficulty. She closed her eyes and rested for a few minutes.

Meanwhile Olivia picked up her phone and made her way toward the light in the corner. She reached the phone and bent down to pick it up. The screen was smashed but it still functioned reveling over fifty lines of missed calls, voice mails, and text messages. The phone still had five percent battery left so she powered it off in order to save that battery. She turned her attention to the bag sitting on the floor. It was blue with reflective tape across the top and an FDNY patch on the front. Her cop instincts told her it might be sitting on top of a bomb and to thoroughly inspect first. She made several passes around the bag but found nothing suspicious so she opened it.

No explosions occurred. Inside the bag were medical supplies, IV bags, needles, gauze, tape, and several vials of medicine, oxygen and masks, bottles of water, rescue blankets, splints and more. She could not believe it. Someone had obviously abducted them (she had made that conclusion while waiting for Penn to come around) maybe even attempted to kill them but why leave life saving supplies? She was curious for the answer but set that to the back of her mind. She gathered up the bag and returned to were Penn lay.

"You will love what is in that bag you saw." Olivia said smiling.

"Insulin? Oxygen? Maybe some blankets?" Penn said. Olivia paused from her unpacking of the bag and stared at her. Penn smiled her toothy smile. It wasn't the same without the eyes.

"How much insulin do you need?" Olivia asked.

"Start with two units. I need an IV first though but I don't think I can start one." Penn answered.

"I can do it." Olivia answered gathering supplies for starting an IV. Penn looked at her with extreme curiosity. Olivia noticed.

"What?"

"How do you know how to start an IV?" Penn asked.

"I was driving my last partners pregnant wife to a doctors appointment when we got hit by a drunk driver. She was pinned in the car and bleeding, I was the only one who could get to her. The medic talked me through how to start the IV on her." Olivia answered. "Feel free to talk me through it though." Olivia loaded a small gage needle with insulin then stuck it into Penn's uninjured arm. Next she started an IV without difficulty and hooked up a bag of saline. Penn was impressed.

"Nicely done." She said.

"Like a pro." Olivia replied. "Ok. We dealt with the sugar and the dehydration now how about some oxygen?" Penn nodded in agreement while Olivia proceeded. Between the IV and oxygen now following through her nose Penn's color started to come back to her skin and lips but she was still shivering and cold to the touch.

"We need to get you out of those wet cloths." Olivia said.

"Are you asking me to strip?" Penn said with a smirk. "I didn't think we were that close yet." Olivia shook her head smiling.

"We're not that close yet. Lets start with the jacket and sweater." Olivia responded still smiling.

"Fair enough. You need to let me splint that wrist and clean that cut on your head." Penn said. With Olivia's help they were able to remove Penn's heavier cloths then splint as many injuries as the supplies would allow and cleaned Olivia's cuts. With both wrapped in one of the rescue blankets the situation seemed a lot less dire allowing them to think and discuss their predicament.

"So what are your thoughts?" Penn asked. Olivia propped her cell phone so the light spread out over as much as the room as possible then she got to her feet.

"Someone put us here but I cant remember why. You seem to have been hurt far worse then me yet neither of us were killed which leads me to believe whoever did this wanted us alive." Olivia paced back and forth as she spoke. "What do you think?" She stopped pacing only to stagger slightly. She grabbed her head with her uninjured hand trying to stabilize herself. The room started to spin, her heart rate rose and her temperature shot up.

"Olivia sit down!" Penn said sitting up straighter looking alarmed. Blackness started moving in from the edges of Olivia's vision. She took a step back words and felt the cold metal wall against her back. As everything got darker her legs became weak and she slid down the wall to the floor.

"Olivia stay awake!" Penn said trying not to panic. "Talk to me. Keep your eyes open." Olivia could hear her clearly but was experiencing the smell of the ocean, the breeze through her hair, and the feel of the sand beneath her feet. The blackness engulfed her then gave way to a bright sunny beach.