Sealed

Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything

Rating: M

Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.

"Good cop, bad cop?" Marissa asked, as the walked towards the box which held Mark Wallis.

"Works for me." Olivia replied.

"Which one do you want?" Marissa asked.

"Bad cop." Olivia said, just before she opened the door. Mark Wallis looked like your average frat guy. He was tall, dark, and sported and expression of smugness.

"So, Mark. Let's talk about last night." Olivia said, as she picked up a chair and slammed it down next to him. She sat down and placed an arm on the table. Marissa stayed towards the back, leaning against the wall.

"What about it? I went to a party, had a few brews, and went home. It was a normal Friday night." he said.

"Normal? So, you assault and rape your girlfriend every Friday night?" she asked.

"Rape? What? No!" he said.

"Yeah, rape. You know, when the girl says no, that means she didn't want it, and I'm guessing Alyssa said no." she continued.

"Ok, we had sex last night, but she wanted it." he said. Olivia stood up and walked around the table, turning her jaw down at him.

"She wanted it, did she? I suppose she also wanted you to beat the hell out of her, is that what your telling me?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. Wait, no. I didn't beat her up, and I didn't rape her. I love her." Olivia pursed her lips together.

"Easy there, Mark. You're just pissing her off. Trust me, you don't want to do that." Marissa said, still leaning against the wall.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I'm thinking your detective here is jealous. She doesn't look like she's gotten any for a while." he replied. Olivia ignored the comment. Olivia took the folder from Marissa's hand, containing everything they had on Alyssa's rape.

She started slamming X-rays down on the table. "4 cracked ribs." She slammed another one. "Dislocated shoulder." And another. "Hairline fractures to the radius and ulna, not to mention the multiple contusions and lacertations. Oh, and the vaginal bruising and trauma. You did quite a number on her, Mark. All of the evidence proves rape, and I'm betting the DNA we recover from her rape kit with be an exact match to yours."

"Come on, Mark, just admit it. Things will be a lot easier for you if you do." Marissa said. She walked forward and took a seat in the chair previously vacated by Olivia. "Tell me what happened so I can help you."

"We were both drinking. I honestly don't remember much. I know we were arguing, and I know we had sex, but I didn't do that to her. I swear, I didn't!" Mark said, panicked.

There was a knock at the door. Ike stuck his head in. "Detectives, a word?" Olivia and Marissa followed him out to the viewing room. "Alyssa Matthews just recanted. We have to cut him loose." Marissa sighed.

"Fine. We'll send him out." she said.

"Wait, that girl was obviously raped. You can't just let him go!" Olivia was furious. Marissa turned to face her, disappointment, fury, and compassion all displayed on her face.

"You and I both know that, but without a complaining witness, we have no choice but to cut him loose." she said.

"There has to be something else we can do!" Olivia said.

"I'm sorry, Olivia." Marissa replied softly.

XxXxX

"So, how's it go today?" Elliot asked when they met back up at the hotel.

"Awful. We interviewed a 19 year old girl who was raped and beaten last night. We had her rapist in the box, and he was ready to spill; I could feel it." she said.

"Sounds like it wasn't too bad." Elliot replied.

"It was going great, until she recanted. This girl was so afraid of her parents, she refused to let us do anything. According to Marissa, it happens all the time up here." Olivia said.

"I'm sorry, hon, but you've gotta shake it off. You know that." Elliot said.

"I know, I know." And she did know. But she couldn't get the face of Alyssa Matthews out of her mind.

"Why don't we go grab something to eat. Chris told me there's a great Italian place nearby called Vinny T's." Elliot suggested.

"Maybe later. I think I just want to go for a walk to clear my head." Olivia said, picking up her jacket and purse.

"Ok, I'll see you later." he said. She nodded and headed for the door. Elliot felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. "Hey, Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you." She smiled back at him and left the room.

Olivia walked through the breezeway over to the Prudential Center. She paused at all of the high end stores, prowled through Barnes and Nobel, then exited the building to the street. She made her way down Huntington Avenue, noticing the abundance of college students out and about. When she reached the Museum of Fine Arts, she crossed the street and headed back, not wanting to stray too far from the hotel. In New York, navigating was easy, thanks to the carefully numbered streets and avenues, but here, the streets changed names every few feet it seemed.

She walked back into the Prudential Center, intended to pick up a quick dinner at the food court. It was late now, so many of the shoppers had retreated from the mall. She paused to use the ladies room. Her hand was on the door when she felt an arm grab her from behind. She stomped on the stranger's foot, drew her gun and whirled around to face her attacker. A second arm grabbed her from behind and she felt a prick in her right arm. Her limbs went heavy, and she felt her head loll to the side as she fell backward into a set of arms, just as her world went black.

XxXxX

Elliot sat in the hotel room watching the Celtics game polishing off a turkey sandwich a the best bowl of clam chowder he had ever eaten in his life. In true Boston fashion, they were losing right up until the last quarter. All of a sudden, the team came to life, and the tightened the score. He glance over at the alarm clock. Liv had been gone for 3 and a half hours. He had considered calling her several times, but each time he decided that she needed her space, and that she would be back when she felt good and ready to come back. Elliot couldn't resist any longer, so he picked up the phone and dialed Olivia's number.

XxXxX

"Wake up, Olivia." a sing song voice came from in front of her. Olivia tried to open her eyes, but they felt so heavy. "Oh, come on, Detective, we didn't drug you that much. Now, wake up!"

Olivia blinked her eyes open, and lifted her head as much as she could. She squinted as her eyes focused and adjusted to the light. She was sitting in a chair with her arms and legs secured with duct tape.

"Wha…?" she tried to speak. She saw a young woman, barely in her 20s pacing in front of her. She looked familiar, but Olivia couldn't place her.

"Now, now, there will be plenty of time for all of your questions later." Olivia shook the last of the drug off her.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"The Grand Finale!" the girl said, raisimg her hands dramatically. "And, if you're thinking about screaming," she said as she leaned in to taunt Olivia, "go right ahead. It's Saturday night. Everyone will assume you're screaming in ecstasy." Olivia's phone rang inside her purse. The girl ran over and grabbed it.

"Oh, look! We have a guest. Too bad he's a little early. The game doesn't start for a little while." She answered the phone.

"What game?" Olivia asked, ignored by the girl.

"Why, Elliot, so nice of you to call. Olivia's a little…tied up at the moment, but don't worry. We'll call you when the games are about to begin." With that, she snapped the phone closed and tossed it aside.

XxXxX

Elliot felt a cold chill run down his spine as he stared a his phone in disbelief. He snatched Marissa's card from the bedside table and frantically dialed her number.

"Haggerty."

"Marissa, it's Elliot Stabler. We have a big problem. How soon can you get here?"

"I'm 10 minutes from the House. I'll have a marked car meet you downstairs, and Chris and I will meet you there."

10 minutes later, Elliot thanked the unis who dropped him off and practically ran into the precinct. Marissa met him at the door.

"Elliot, slow down. Tell me what happened." She was joined by Chris and Captain Florres.

"Olivia's missing. She said she wanted to go for a walk to clear her head after handling the rape case the two of you worked on. I didn't think anything of it. But after a few hours, I decided to give her a call, thinking she had gotten lost or something. Dammit, I should have gone with her!" Marissa nodded.

"Ok, Elliot, what happened when you called?"

"A woman answered the phone. She said Olivia was 'tied up at the moment,' and the she'd call back 'when the games began.'"

"Ok, we need to get a trace on your phone. I'll take care of it." Chris said, heading out to get TARU's assistance.

"Are you telling me we lost a New York detective? How did this happen?" Captain Florres said angrily, turning directly towards Marissa. She turned to face him.

"Because we screwed up, and now we're going to fix it." she said.

"You'd better. I want her back, safe. I'll call Manhattan and let them know what happened. Find her, Haggerty." he said, heading for his office.

XxXxX

"You're Lily Harris." Olivia said. The girl bowed.

"In the flesh. Well done, Detective." She walked over to a computer and flipped the monitor around. "Smile, Detective. You're on candid camera." She paused. "That little camera over there is streaming a live video to my little website. The game is simple. If Elliot finds you before I get bored, you live. Otherwise, you die. And, uh, I've been looking forward to getting to Number 20. So, let's begin!"

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