It's cold. Please, just let me be. I need to sleep…
Olivia came to slowly. Her eyes fluttered open to a dark, cold, loveless room. She frowned in concentration trying to remember. He had drugged her. This she knew for sure. She could still feel the effects of the drug, not yet fully worn off. Olivia struggled to sit up. The part of her that was panicking wanted to yell, to scream bloody murder but the cop in her knew that if she did that he would come back. And when he came back thing might get a whole lot worse.
She started to push the panicking side out of her head. There was another time to panic. For now she needed to find a way out. She was chained to a bed in a windowless room with the only door locked from the outside. Things did not look good. That was when she heard the footsteps.
"Aw is princess still tired?" Olivia's captor said a cruel smile on his face as he looked at his helpless victim. "Turns out that cops really are just humans that believe their above the law, above death."
"Please. What do you want with me?" Olivia said gently.
"Shut up bitch." He said slapping her across the face. "I'm just here to have some fun. Your blood really is beautiful." He smiled again, stroking her face with the flat part of his knife.
Olivia shuttered and closed her eyes, hoping that this nightmare would just go away. That she would wake up in the crib to Elliot yelling that they've had a break in a case and to get up. Anything. Anything but this.
He took a step closer and looked down on her. Her eyes flew open. Only a few more inches. Only a few more inches until she could fight back.
He took another step forward and she struck. She put all of her energy into that kick. It hit him square in the stomach and she could hear all the breath go from his lungs. He was thrown back but able to right himself before hitting the floor. "You'll regret that bitch." He said righting himself.
He grabbed a cup of water she had not previously noticed and sat down on the bed next to her. "Drink." He said.
She looked at his suspiciously. Why would he offer her something to drink? Olivia didn't, until seeing the swirling water in the cup, realize how thirsty she truly was. She considered the odds. It could be poisoned but that didn't make sense.
He shook his head impatiently. Ever so carefully he slid his knife to her throat again. "Drink." He said again.
Not having much of a choice she drank the water. When she was done he removed the cup from the room and undid his pants. "I don't want you passing out on me while I'm enjoying myself."
"No. Please don't." Olivia yelled now truly scared. She fought the handcuffs keeping her stuck to the bed, she fought to return the bone shattering blows now coming at her from all sides, but most of all Detective Olivia Benson fought being a victim.
After struggling for several minutes he managed to hit her shoulders with a force much stronger than Olivia was prepared for. Her head hit the headboard with a loud crack and Olivia was trapped in a haze of pain.
"no. no." Olivia whispered as she felt him pull her pants down. She tried everything but it wasn't until he was inside her that she realized how helpless she really was.
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"Elliot come over here." Elliot looked over the faces of his co-workers. For the first time in a long time their faces were grim. It was like they were already planning the funeral.
"What have we got?" Cragen's voice was scratchy and his eyes full of sarrow and panic.
Munch taped the picture of Henry Walker on the board. "Henry Walker, fifty years old and lived in Olivia's building."
"He had a white van registered to his name but we were unable to find it." Fin added solemly. "We have so far assumed that the guy who kidnapped Olivia attacked, killed, and dumped him in the dumpster before taking the car as a getaway vehicle.
"We think that he used a lamp from Olivia's house as a weapon to attack her with. The lamp was covered in blood but there were no other traces of blood in the room." Munch said nodding to the second picture put up on the board. It was of the lamp.
"Our last bit of evidence came off of the first victim it was the note the perp left for us to find." Fin said this as he taped the note to the board.
Henry Walker is just the beginning. Our games have barely started. You should stop worrying yourselves about your dear cop. She was just a warm-up.
Cops before I'm done you'll all be victims
You've been warned.
"You're looking for somebody with a real hatred for anything police." George Huang said entering the room. "See how the cuts on Henry's Back are not deep. He was swiping at him probably randomly." He took a deep breath before going on. "It's most likely that he attacked Olivia taking her downstairs with him. He saw Henry get out of the car and attacked him, killing him and taking the car. He is probably a white male with a relative or friend in prison. It is also possible that he himself has been in prison."
"Why did he go after Olivia though?" Cragen asked trying to make his voice sound stronger than it was.
"It seems random. As though he attacked her just because she was a cop, not because he had anything against her in particular. By saying She was just a warm-up he's telling you that the things he's done to her alone are not enough. That he wants more."
"Do-Do you think he wants her alive?" Munch asked pointedly looking away from Elliot so as to not see the look of pain on his face.
"Yes. For now. He wants to hurt her, hurt her like he has been hurt."
The detectives nod not sure whether that was a good thing… or a bad thing.
"Cragen. He has already proven himself to be violent. If she does or says something wrong he may lose his temper…"
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"I can-can't believe anyone would want to hurt him." Alice Walker said through the tears running down her face. "he c-c-can't be dead. He can't be." And she burst into tears.
"I'm sorry for your loss Mrs. Walker." Fin tried not to fidget. It was obvious she didn't know anything and Olivia was still out there. "Please call us if you remember anything."
"Well that didn't help at all." Munch said as they walked out of the building.
"I agree. You know Olivia was always best at that." Fin sighed shaking his head. "She could always get a confession out of anyone. The perp to confess or the victim to talk about it."
"Get anything?" Elliot asked as he walked across the street.
"No man." Fin said shaking his head. "This guy was a pro. Nobody heard or saw anything."
"Yeah. Found the same stuff here." Elliot said sounding defeated. "Everyone's too wrapped up in their own lives to notice that something isn't right." He sighed. He had done the same thing. This monster had taken Olivia and nobody had noticed. They were all she had and they had failed to notice her absence. He couldn't shake the guilt building in his gut. This was all his fault.
"Tutuola." Fin open his phone. "Yeah... okay we'll be right there."
"Sounds like they found something." Munch said trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. He was strong. He was like a man of stone. He did not cry, he did not worry, and he never lost control. No matter what the situation is. Control was the only thing left. The only thing detective John Munch always had.
"They found three dead officers. Manhattan police. "
"Do they think there's a connection between them and Olivia's… situation?" Elliot asked looking strait forward, a pained look crossing his face when he heard Olivia's name. This couldn't be happening.
"There could be. The perp said he was after the police. He never specified what kind of police." Fin said opening the door to the drivers side of the car. "We can only hope for a clue."
Ten minutes later they drove into the parking lot filled with CSU. They flashed their badges and walked under the crime scene tape.
"They were stabbed at least ten times each." Warner said from her post beside the victims. "He meant business too when he did it. Most of the wounds are in the back so he must have attacked them from behind. We also found this." She said handing the note up to Elliot, a bit of sadness in her voice. "The three police officers are Jacob Harton, 43, Michael Harton 48, and Nick Johnson, 44."
Well detectives what did I tell you. No matter who you are and what kind of law enforcement your part of I will get you. Like the lovely lady cop I found with these idiots. I thought we could have some fun before I killed her.
Take me seriously yet?
"We've taken him seriously all along." Elliot said, his anger causing his voice to rise to a dangerous pitch.
"Cool it Elliot. We'll get him." Fin nodded in the direction of the note. "Who's the girl he was talking about?"
"Kelsey Graham. First year on the job. She's only 25. She was Jacob Harton's partner." Warner shook her head. "But if what he says is true I'll bet Olivia is still alive."
Munch snapped open his phone. "Cap'n we've got some new evidence, three more deaths, and another kidnapping…"
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Her situation was bad. That she knew. She was unable to move due to the bruises and cut covering her body. There was a stab wound on her back she didn't remember getting. IT was bleeding heavily and the pain… the pain was terrible. Olivia rolled over as much as her arms, trapped above her head, allowed her to. Her wrists were bloody and bruised from being rubbed against the handcuffs. The handcuffs. Her handcuffs. The realization hit her suddenly. A humorless laugh escaped her lips. Trapped with her own handcuffs.
She froze suddenly. Somebody was approaching but the footsteps sounded odd… stairs. He was walking down stairs. Silently she counted. One…two…three…four…five…six. Six stairs. Six stairs and 16 step . He walked down six stairs and took sixteen steps to get to the door to her room.
'Hey princess guess what." The man entered his room ignoring the venomous looks she shot him. "I found a new friend."
Olivia was shocked. The girl who was thrust into the room had to still be in her twenties. She was obviously an officer because she was wearing her uniform. It was torn and bloody.
"You two play nice." He tied the officer to the chair and left the room. Olivia waited. 16 steps… 6 stairs… and a door slammed.
"D-detective Benson." The woman stuttered looking over Olivia's disastrous appearance. Based on what she could see Olivia shouldn't be alive. Much less awake. She had lost so much blood.
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