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Chapter 9
Elliot was sat at his desk with an ice pack resting on his head. It hurt like hell but he wasn't going to let anyone know. He needed to seem fine so that he could help look for Olivia.
In an attempt to keep his mind distracted from the pain he was feeling he had taken to telling the others everything about what had happened last night on the way home from their date and then the events that had taken place just hours ago.
"The next thing I know she's getting hauled into the back of a van and then it all went black." he said.
"Okay. Well look, we'll find her. We'll check out the names of the places she gave us that Leon owns or hangs out. If she's able to convince him she told us nothing then we might have a shot of finding her at one of them." Cragen said calmly. Hoping it would create an atmosphere that would stop his Detectives from worrying about one of their own who was missing, again.
"Where do we start?" Elliot asked.
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Olivia had no idea where she was when the trunk was opened and two sets of hands reached in a pulled her out. Both men dragged her towards a house that she didn't recognize. At least she didn't think she did.
They had barley reached the front door when it opened up and she was pushed inside. There was a huge man stood on the other side of the door. He was built like a gorilla and looked just as nasty.
"Rachael! Long time no see." he said, his voice more like a roar than someone speaking.
See didn't answer him as she was dragged past and the front door was slammed shut. She pulled against the men's grip, trying to break free but they just tightened their grip. "Ouch, damn-it, get off me! You're hurting me!" she complained.
The men ignored her and continued dragging her along. Until they came to another room. Outside was another huge guard, bigger than the last. " Hey Rachael. Nice to see your sweet-ass back round here." he said to her.
She suddenly guessed that she'd clearly spent a lot of time here. Why?, she wasn't sure but she could only imagine. She was pushed through another door and came out into a room. It was perfectly decorated and furnished. Every little thing in it looked extremely expensive. She studied every little inch of it, looking round until she came upon a desk and a man stood behind it. By any standards he would be classed as handsome. He was clearly older with a slight George Clooney look about him.
"You two can leave now." The man said to the two men holding Olivia, "And thank you both for bringing her here."
"No problem Carlos." They both said.
"You can pick up your pay packets on the way out." Carlos told them as they walked out of the room, leaving Olivia alone with him.
After they left the guard shut the door and the room was suddenly filled with silence. Olivia remained where she was, struggling to loosen the cable ties around her wrist. She was so busy trying to will her hands free that she didn't see Carlos walk up to her, she jumped back when she saw a sharp, shiny pair of scissors in his hands.
"Relax Rachael." he said as he reached out and snipped the cable ties from around her wrists. "Is that better?" he asked before he walked over to his desk to return the scissors to the drawer he had got them out of.
"Look, thanks for that." Olivia began, "It's just… I'm not who you think I am. I'm not Rachael." she told him.
Carlos immediately looked confused. He watched with fascination as she walked closer to him, determined to explain whatever it was she was on about to him.
"My name is Olivia Benson. Detective Olivia Benson…" she told him, but didn't get to finish her sentence before Carlos wrapped just one hand around her neck and pushed her back against a huge bookshelf. She groaned in pain as her shoulder blades smacked against the hard wood.
"I don't know what the hell you've been taking but you need to shut up. You're not making any sense, and frankly you're boring me." he spat at her.
Olivia pulled at his arms. "I can't breathe…" she muttered, gasping for breath.
"I don't care. I haven't seen you in months and you know how I get when I don't see you!" he said, squeezing tighter on her throat before pulling his hand away, leaving her choking and holding her bruised throat.
Looking at Carlos now she suddenly remembered everything about him, his short temper, his heavy punches, his sharp slaps, and the way he would use her body to make himself happy. Most of all she remembered how much Rachael was scared of him and she also realised just how scared she should be of him too.
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Elliot felt dizzy, and his head was pounding like there was a whole orchestra playing full blast in it. He swallowed down a couple more aspirin and then started paying attention to Munch again.
"So they found nothing at any of the locations Olivia gave us. He must be somewhere else." Munch said.
"Sure." Elliot said, he'd already guessed they wouldn't find her anywhere obvious. He knew Leon would be too smart to risk that. He thought he knew Leon pretty well, from just having heard Olivia talk about him.
"You know Stabler, I've know you long enough to know when you're not listening to me." Munch said, sounding a little short and not actually a little bit offended which he was. He wanted Olivia back too.
Cragen walked out of his office, a look of confusion on his face, Something Elliot noticed.
"Capt, what is it?" Elliot asked.
"I was just informed that two officers found Leon and the van used to take Olivia."
"Is she ok?" Elliot presumed.
"Olivia wasn't with them."
"That's good. Maybe she got out."
"It could be good, because Leon and the other men in the van had all been shot dead. Hopefully there is a reason Olivia wasn't lying dead in the van too. Maybe someone helped her." Cragen said hopefully.
Wrong…
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Olivia knocked everything off the desk as she fell across it before landing on the floor on the other side in a pile. She didn't give it a second thought before she pushed herself up. "Carlos, I'm not Rachael! I'm not going to do what your asking me to do!" Olivia yelled.
Again she had barely finished her sentence when Carlos slapped her, bruising her other cheek this time. It made 7 the number of times Carlos had hit her face. Her lip was now bust in two places, both of her cheeks were bruised, her eyebrow had a deep gash through it, her nose trickled with blood and her left eye was black and puffy. She wanted to tell him she wasn't Rachael again but it just seemed to make him more angry, but she really didn't want to do what it was he wanted her to do.
TBC
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