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CHAPTER 2

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Stay out of this Lewis.

Her fingers trembled as she patted herself and the seats around her in a futile search for her phone, her gun… ANYTHING. She tried to keep quite, but her own erratic breathing sounded like horns in her ears.

STAY out of this.

She chanted the mantra in her mind as she moved to check Fin's pockets. Stay out. Stay out. Stay out.

...I've gotcha now, Olivia.

Olivia closed her eyes and repeated to herself the words that she hoped would eradicate his voice in her head and keep the onslaught of flashbacks from starting. She's had them under control for a while now, but the truth is that since she's found out she's become miraculously pregnant, she's adopted a nasty dose of unwelcome vulnerability that left a vacuum in her well patched mental wall, giving Lewis room to haunt her mind and pay visits to her psyche once again.

Opening her eyes eyes, she surveyed the three sleeping detectives. Everyone looked unharmed, but evidently unarmed as well. What a fucking nightmare.

"Fin, Rollins, Carisi. Come on…" She whispered, reaching over and gently shaking them by the knees. She needed them to wake up quietly.

As she repeated their names, she tried to think of the last thing she remembered. Noah's hair. She kissed his head over and over as she said goodbye to her son. Tucker was holding him, and Noah was fussing and mumbling toddler commands, telling her "Mama go home, is a late, Mama go home!"

Olivia felt tears stinging her eyes. Since this case broke two weeks ago, she hadn't spent more than a consecutive hour or two at a time with her son, slipping in after he's long asleep most nights.

This is gonna be fun

"Fin! Rollins!" Olivia urged, needing someone to be conscious with her to push Lewis out.

Rollins' eyes finally bolted open, and Olivia felt relief wash over her. She was starting to worry her detectives had gotten it worse than her and she'd be alone to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Shhhhh Rollins, listen to me. Are you ok?"

Amanda blinked her bloodshot eyes and leaned her forehead into her hands. Olivia sympathized as she watched her detective in a daze, clearly feeling the same after effects of whatever their captors used to knock them out. At this point Olivia suspected the limo cabin was completely sealed, and they filled it with Chloroform or another compound strong enough to make them all pass out instantaneously. And if the driver found out they were awake, she figured he would put whatever it was to work again.

"Lieutenant, what…"

"Listen to me Amanda. We've been taken. Keep your voice low, and help me wake these two up."

Stop pretending like you're in control, Olivia

STAY OUT OF THIS LEWIS.

"Fin… Fin wake up. Please." She begged.

Stirring, Fin cracked his eyes open and looked around.

"What the fuck…"

"SHHHH!" Rollins and Benson whispered in his direction in unison.

Fin fumble for his gun while Rollins continued to work on getting Carisi to join them.

"I already checked, they took our weapons. Our mobiles are gone too." Olivia said.

"Who is they? Who the fuck is driving his car?" Fin asked in a hushed voice.

"I don't know. What's the last thing you remember?" Olivia asked.

"Talking to you, telling you I'd wait in the limo. Actually, I remember sitting here a while on my own. The driver asked if I wanted him to turn the radio on."

"Did you see his face?"

"No, just the back of his head. White guy, dark hair, early thirties tops. Fuck, how the hell did this happen…" Fin rubbed his head, his eyes, then turned to Olivia, looking first at her ashen face and down to her belly.

"Are you ok?"

"Yea. you?"

Rollins looked over at her Lieutenant, noting her white knuckles and the beads of sweat forming on her temples and upper lip. She herself felt nauseous from whatever they used to put them down, but she could tell Olivia was on the verge of yacking.

"What the hell is going on?" Carisi' was awake, jamming his thumbs deep into his eye sockets. Rollins squeezed her hand that was on his knee, trying to give both of them some piece of familiarity and reassurance.

"We need to think fast, and stay quite. I think if he hears us talking he's gonna knock us out again. Bastards took our watches too, so we don't know how long we've been here." The Lieutenant said.

They starting trying to see out the windows, wild eyes darting as they attempted to recognize their surroundings. They appeared to be on a dirt road with low foliage around them. The car was going a bit too fast for how narrow and windy the road was. Sun rays hit them directly in the eyes, only allowing them to take brief glances at the outdoors before having to cover their eyes in pain.

"Fuck my head…" Cars said.

"Man they fucked us good, I can still smell the substance. The air is thick with it. Where they sprain' us from?" Fin looked around searching for a vent that could be the source.

"Judging by the light, it's mid afternoon. What time did we leave the funeral home?" Rollins asked, and Olivia appreciated the detective thinking in the right direction.

"We left around 11, maybe half past, at the latest." Carisi said.

We are going to have fun together, Olivia.

She felt his voice like a slither along her spine, causing a lump in her throat. She could hear the smile, smell his seat. Stay out stay out stay out…

"Liv?"

She hadn't realized that she closed her eyes, holding them tightly shot. She opened them to find Fin and the others who were now all staring at her. She knew they looked to her to lead the train of rational detective work they started. Looking around, she reminded herself that she has some of the most brilliant minds in NYPD in this vehicle, and together they will solve this one problem at a time, one step at a time.

"I might need to throw up soon - I'm trying to hold it down." She admitted to them under her breath. She continued, trying to shift the focus away from herself. "That puts us at roughly 3-4 hours in this vehicle. We can't have gone very far. Does anyone recognize anything?"

"We might be somewhere deep in Long Island, but my guess is we're out of the state, maybe west. It's awfully sunny here." Cars offered.

"It's a young forest, traces of a recent wildfire… Those look like young Birch to me." Rollins continued, whispering.

"Fuck the trees, who the hell is behind this?" Fin shifted in his seat, exasperated, beads of sweat rolling freely from his forehead.

Let's make it rain.

Olivia shuddered, willing his voice away. Please, she begged anyone that could be listening.

"It could be… anyone." Rollins said, the hopeless words rolling slowly from her tongue.

"This was a well organized, high risk heist. We have two new recruits about to join the squad, but as of this moment every detective from SVU is here in this limo. Someone is trying to shut us up." Olivia was saying the words as she was thinking them. She wanted to get her detectives spitballing just as if they were in the precinct, problem solving together.

"You sain' It's Kalashnikov?!" Carisi exclaimed.

"Hush!" Rollins put her hand over his mouth, as they all took a moment to process this possibility.

Kalashnikov is what they've been dubbing their current case. That was the name that the girls from both of the busts, the one yesterday and the one two weeks ago that broke this case, have been calling whoever is running the show. Olivia suspected it was an Alias, named after the Russian rifle of the same name.

"How the hell they think they gonna shut us up? Take us to the forest and give us a talking to, make the NYPD drop the case?" Rollins was saying.

"A talking to? Amanda they are going to off our heads as soon as this car stops." Carisi spit.

"Carisi, that's not helping." Olivia sighed. "But we do need to be prepared for anything once this vehicles reaches wherever they are taking us."

"Don't you think they'd have offed us by now if they just wanted us dead?" Fin offered, and Olivia prayed to god that he was right.

As if on cue, the limo came to a jarring holt. The detectives straightened in their seats, taking deep breaths as they listened to the driver's door open and shut. They could see a dark figure walking around the front of the car, loud footsteps making distinct marks on the gravel. A second door opened and another set of footsteps were now crunching around the vehicle. Two captors.

The foursome sat quietly, no one daring to breathe too loudly, as they braced themselves to be confronted by whoever kidnappped them straight from Cragen's funeral and brought them out here.

"There is another car." Carisi, who had the best view to the rear of the vehicle, whispered barely audibly.

At that moment a passenger door flew open spilling light into the cabin where they sat, causing all of them to blink away welled up moisture in their bloodshot eyes.

Four rifle barrels were now sticking through the door and into the car, pointing at no one in particular. Olivia recognized them right away. Those were Kalashnikov rifles.

"Get. Out." Said one of them.

Olivia looked at each of her detectives and gave them a small nod, trying to make as much eye contact a possible before they confronted what's next.

"Out! NOW! Hands where we can see them!" Another male voice yelled, and Fin moved first to climb out.

Olivia was the last to exit the limo. Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she finally had a better look at the forms that held them hostage. Four men of average hight, dressed in matching black tees and track pants, with black bandanas tied around their faces reaching just under their eyes. She caught the eyes of the one with the lightest eyes, so light blue they looked like death. He winked, and she shuddered.

They began jabbing at the detectives with the tips of the rifles, getting them to stand against the limo with a few feet between each other.

"Fuck" Carisi grumbled as the man guarding him jabbed the barrel into his temple, getting him to move further away from Fin to his left.

"Who are you, and what do you want form us." Olivia managed to say in a calmly and slowly. Her stomach was doing flip flops and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep the bile from rising for much longer.

The men were quiet, standing in matching stances with the rifles pointed squarely in each of the detectives' foreheads.

"This doesn't have to go like this. You haven't done anything yet, if you let us go here we can work out.." Olivia's words were muffled by the swinging barrel of a gun, landing squarely into her cheek bone. The blow knocked her back, stumbling, into the ajar car door. She held on to it to keep from tumbling to the gravel.

"No!" Fin yelled, both him and Carisi turning instinctively to her aid.

They were promptly pushed back to their positions with jabs from their captors and incoherent yelling.

Rollins stood frozen, hands raised high, trembling with fear.

"Shut up, Olivia." The voice came from the man who's rifle was trained on Rollins, the one with the icy eyes.

"You have no authority here. You will do what you're told, all of you. Another word, and I off the blonde." The accent was clearly Russian or Ukrainian, though it was faint. The three detectives shared worried glances with each other before settling on their Lieutenant, who was still hanging on the open door of the limo.

Olivia's world was spinning as she struggled to keep her eyes from crossing, the pain radiating from from her cheek to her entire face. Finally she kneeled down, turning away from the group and emptied her stomach, one hand on swelling midsection, eyes stinging. Their captors actually waited for until she stopped retching before they started jabbing at the detective's shoulders, urging them to move. Olivia pulled herself up by leaning on the car, wiping her mouth with her sleeve in the process. She did her best to look stable, not wanting to display any more weakness in front of these monsters. Her stomach was settling with each passing moment.

"Start walking, straight line, no talking." The one with the accent said, almost calmly.

Olivia walked last behind the group, arms up, mind racing.

She thought about Noah and her unborn child. She thought about Ed and the strength he gave her. She remembered the day they found out the prolonged flu she thought she came down with was actually a fetus growing inside her. She thought about how she'd thrown herself into work again in the last month, the bad habits she was forming again.

And then she thought about Elliot. She thought about the letter she got form him, six months after her ordeal with Lewis was over. She thought about how she never answered his plea to meet, or acknowledged that she'd received it at all.

She thought about what a mistake that was. Because finding herself in this situation again brought back the same thoughts she'd had those final hours with Lewis. Elliot would know what to do.

To be continued. Reviews of any kind are welcomed and appreciated!