He had picked her over Dani, Olivia thought excitedly, despite the fact she was in a car with a strange and dangerous man.

But her glee quickly turned to grief when she remembered that Elliot's choice had once again resulted in a death. She couldn't help but feel like a plague that spread death everywhere she went.

Dani didn't seem all that bad. Maybe a little slow, and completely unaware of her surroundings but other than that Olivia guessed she was ok. That was putting aside the fact that she had completely stolen her man.

Olivia groaned once more. Elliot wasn't her man. As much as she wished he was, it just wasn't to be. They had flirted so often, and the sexual tension was at times overwhelming. Yet she had never made a move.

It often bothered her that she hadn't, and she frequently pondered the reason for it. It certainly wasn't that she was unsure of her feelings. There was nothing more clear to her in the world then Elliot.

But she just wasn't sure he felt the same way. He was sexy, that was obvious, but she wasn't sure about her self. Sure some said she was beautiful, but she compared herself to Kathy, and their just wasn't the same sex appeal.

At least that's what she thought.

Unfortunately her thoughts were interrupted when the car screeched to an abrupt stop.

" Get out, bitch," Olivia's captor growled, whacking her across the head with the gun.

Olivia figured for now, it was best to obey him. She quickly exited the car, to be greeted by his pistol at her head.

" Walk slowly, or I swear I will shoot you," the man said, and pushed her forward.

She walked straight forward, until the man quickly unlocked a door to what looked like a mid sized suburban home. Mentally chiding her self, she realized she hadn't noted the route there.

To her dismay, she came to the conclusion that she had no idea where she was.

The inside of the home was barely furnished, with only a table in the center of the room. It had a pungent, smoky smell, which added to the long list of reasons why Olivia wished she were ANYWHERE else in the world at that moment.

Her captor pushed her down on to the sole couch in the room, and tied her hands with thick rope.

" I would duck tape you, but your pretty lips don't deserve that," the man whispered seductively, making Olivia want to either knock him out or barf

Preferably both.

" I would sock you in the face, but it's not worth it," Olivia whispered, smiling up at the man.

He chuckled, and turned away. This gave Olivia a second to relax, before he turned back and struck her across the face. His eyes were filled with anger, and his face had turned a bright shade of red.

" If you ever, ever, give me lip again, I will make SURE you never forget this day," he snarled, bending down so the message traveled straight to her ear.

Olivia blinked back tears, determined to stay strong. Her lip quivered as she spoke.
" Every time you hit me, it's another 5 years on your sentence," she met his stare.

He hit her again.

" I'm aiming for 50," he gave her a creepy smile, and led her into the bedroom.

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" Let's go let's go!" Elliot ordered, the second the lunatic took off with Olivia.

He should have seen it coming, Elliot thought in despair. How could he lose her again? It seemed like every time he got a hold of her she slipped away.

This time would be different, he promised himself. He would die himself before letting any more harm come upon her.

It was final. He was in love with her.

Several men hopped in to cars and sped off after them, careful to keep a fair distance.

Elliot rode with the head of the S.W.A.T team.

" You listen to me buddy," Elliot began, as they began the chase as well. " We are going to get her back, and if that means you are going to have to risk your life, so be it."

The honcho, who had introduced himself as Brian O'Keefe, turned to the side to face the fuming man in the seat next to him, while keeping an eye on the road.

" Ok, "buddy," I'm gonna do things MY way. If you got a problem with that, you can get your ass out of this car right now. We all got a job to do, and we all have the same goal, so just cool it," O'Keefe growled at Elliot, stepping harder on the gas pedal.

After about ten minutes of silence, they saw the perp pull over in the distance. They did the same, except about a block down.

The two men exited the car, guns in their holsters. Swiftly, they jogged over to about three houses down from the house the man had pushed Olivia into. There, the seven other S.W.A.T members, Munch, and Fin, formed a circle around Elliot and O'Keefe.

" We have no idea what kinds of weapons this guy has, or what he's doing with Ms. Benson. So for the time being, I'm going to send one guy to check out the house, and the rest of us are going to have to sit tight," O'Keefe explained.

" That's bullshit! We need to get in there now, you're damn right we don't know what he's doing with her. We have to save her before it's to late!" Elliot fumed, which received nods from both Munch and Fin.

O'Keefe shook his head, and sent one man to check out the surroundings of the house.

Little did they know, every second they let go by, could be the last moment of Olivia's life.