She was thirteen and lying in a hospital bed. It was early in the morning, before the sun had come up. She lay awake watching the heart monitor lines zip across the screen. Zoe was sleeping on a couch at the end of the bed snoring lightly and looking peaceful. A sliver of light appeared around the door broken momently by a tall slender woman passing through it. Eve didn't bother to close the door crossing the room quickly. She went straight to Zoe, without even glancing at Penn, and proceeded to shake Zoe out of her sleep.

"WHAT?! What's happening?" Zoe called out startled.

"SHHH! I need to speak with you." Eve said in a whisper. Zoe looked up with a very confused expression.

"Eve? When did you get here?" she asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Just now. Let's talk out in the hall." Eve whispered. Zoe continued to be confused but got up slowly, looked over to Penn who quickly faked being asleep, then followed Eve out of the room. Once the door closed Penn's eyes snapped open. She strained her ears attempting to hear the conversation going on outside the room but no sound reached her ears. Quickly and quietly as possible she threw off her covers and slid out of the bed tip-toeing her way to the door. Standing on the handle side of the door she was able to hear most of what the twin's were saying.

"What is going on?" Zoe asked. "I didn't think you were coming."

"I wasn't and I didn't think you were either." Eve replied.

"We had this conversation Eve." Zoe said exasperated.

"Yes we did, yet you came anyway." Eve said anger growing in her voice.

"I told you us leaving was the worst decision we ever made! Mom would be disgusted if she were here." Zoe said getting louder.

"Well Zoe she's not here and we got stuck with a teenager to raise. The best thing for US to do is leave her to social services, which is were she came from in the first place." Eve said.

"I know mom is gone Eve! But she left Penn in our care and we ran away from that responsibility and look what happened. She needs us. We are the only family she knows." Zoe said.

"DAM IT ZOE! You are so stubborn! We don't need this! How are you going to care for an emotionally unstable teenager?" Eve's voice was shaking with anger and frustration. Penn was hurt by this question. Since when was she "emotionally unstable"? Zoe's voice brought her back to focus. She sounded exasperated and exhausted.

"Eve I am staying here. Penn is going to live with me. Period. Do I know what I am doing? No, I'll just have to figure it out."

"Just tell me why, Zoe. Just answer that question and I will be satisfied." Eve said anger ringing in every word as she struggled to remain calm.

"Because she is family and I care about her and her well being." Zoe answered. Penn was unable to see the twins but knew something had happened between them based on what was said next.

"Eve don't! Eve please! Don't be like that." Penn was shocked to hear Zoe pleading. After a minute she heard footsteps coming towards the door. As quickly as possible Penn crossed the floor and slid back into bed just as the door opened a little further allowing Zoe to slide in and close it again. Penn faked sleep once again, but could hear the unmistakable sniffles of Zoe crying.

"So can I take that as a yes? Something happened?" Olivia asked. Penn shook her head and cleared the glassy look from her eyes.

"What? Did you ask something?"

"I asked how you went from being left behind to living with Zoe." Olivia answered with growing concern.

"Oh yeah. Zoe showed up at the hospital, apologized, promised she would be there for me and took me home." Penn said. Olivia's concern stopped growing then quickly turned to confusion. "And that's not a happily ever after?"

"Eve didn't come back. She stayed in England, finished school, stared her career and didn't want any part of raising me. Years later her and Zoe had a falling out over me; they haven't talked for almost a year and a half because of it. Zoe always told me it wasn't my fault but I knew she was trying to make me feel better. I blame myself every day for them not speaking to each other." Penn explained. The confusion left Olivia's face. She smiled weakly trying to think of something to say but was at a loss for words creating an awkward silence.

"But enough about me. Let's talk about how we are getting out of here." Penn said seizing the opportunity to change the subject.

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Cragen found himself pacing his office lost in thought. Over and over the same two thoughts kept passing through his mind. Why? And will she survive? The seasoned veteran in him knew that with a ransom demand of five million the kidnappers were bold and daring willing to kill the hostage once the money was in hand. He rubbed his eyes wearily as he paced the room. The why started to pull at him. Why would someone kidnap Olivia? Such a strong independent women with all the traits needed to be first female police commissioner in the history of New York City. More questions rushed to his mind. Who are the people behind this? Will we ever find her? Will the few remaining members of the squad be able to handle the loss? Olivia's death would mean the end of SVU- no I can't think like that. I have got to think positive and help my squad bring home a member of our family. Another thought crammed it's way into his over loaded brain. Penn was likely being held hostage as well. That is if she is still alive. Regardless he had two family members to find.

Cragen looked up realizing he had stopped pacing and seated himself behind his desk. While trying to remember doing this Fin arrived at the door looking scared but excited.

"Captain we found something." He said before quickly retreating back to the squad room. Cragen followed him closely out to the layout board.

"What do you have?" he asked suppressing the growing feeling of dread and excitement he was feeling. Munch, Casey and the other detectives were already gathered.

"We interviewed the cabbie and got basically the same story the doctor told, but he did remember part of the license plate. We are running it now." Munch answered.

"Ok. That's a start. What else?" Cragen asked. "How about traffic cameras? Maybe we can get a view of the street."

"Nearest camera is on the next block. Once we get a make and model we can check to see if we can at least get a direction." Fin answered.

"So we still have nothing?" Cragen yelled unable to check his emotions. "We are running out of time and are no closer to finding them!"

"I have something." Casey spoke up from the corner she had been standing in. Everyone turned to her. When no one spoke she took that as a cue to continue. "I pulled financials for both Dawson and Julia Gains. Dawson's are clean. Normal in's and out's, pays all the bills from his account, nothing to be concerned about. Julia's turned up something interesting. After we found the property in her families name I had a hunch so I ran her under both Gains and Winneman. Under Winneman I found an account containing over four million dollars, most likely the remainder of the family wealth. What caught my attention was the cash withdrawal of two hundred seventy five thousand dollars." Looks of confusion met this explanation. After a moment a realization occurred to Munch.

"So are you thinking the she paid some thugs to kidnap Benson and Rhoades?" Casey answered with a nod.

"Casey that is a big leap from a simple bank transaction to the kidnapping of a police officer." He said.

"Still worth asking her about." Casey said defensively. Everyone looked to Cragen waiting for instructions.

Before he could speak a tech from CSU came sprinting into the squad room panting for breath holding up a flash drive.

"We got a hit on that partial plate!" he said excitedly. Fin grabbed the flash drive from him and slammed it into the computer. With a few strokes of the keyboard a screen shot of the DMV database appeared and a license picture.

"Plate matched a nineteen nighty nine Buick regal, navy blue registered to a Martin Addison of Staten Island." The tech explained. The DMV picture was of a white male with dark hair in a tight buzz cut, green eyes, and a neatly trimmed goatee.

"Ok let's find him and let's find the car! Zane and Buchannan I want you and a team at his door, Munch and Fin go talk to the wife again but tread even more softly." Cragen instructed. "Casey you and I are going to run a back round check on this Martin Addison. Keep me posted." Once again the room was a flurry of movement. Cragen looked down at his watch. Two days left.