A/N: Sorry it took so long, this has been a really long week, and today was my ex-step dad's wedding. So, yeah, that's my excuse. I hope you all forgive me. Also, I need help thinking of a better title and maybe some twists to the story line, so please read and review! Thanks again. Now, on with the story!

NOTE: This chapter is a little wired, I'm trying to let you know how all the detectives feel, and what they are thinking, so bare with me, and tell me if you like it, or if I should trash it!

Chapter 5 (Thoughts and Feelings)

Elliot…

…Then all the detectives heard, was the dial tone.

I can't believe this! That is my partner. Some sick, perverted, psycho has got my partner, my friend, and the woman that I love somewhere and I can't help her! Wait a minuet, love... I mean, sure I appreciate her, and we are really good friends but… well, I guess I do love her!

That just makes it all the more infuriating! She's there, possibly dying, and I'm here, sitting on my hands, because I had been a jerk yesterday! If I would have only been nicer. If she had only been less stubborn. If, if, if. I can't get anywhere thinking about the ifs and whys. I have to go help my best friend! Their has to be something I can do.

I try to stand up, but the men, my "brothers", are still holding me down. I try to get up again, but they just push harder.

"Let me up!" I scream at them, "I'm fine guys, I just need to walk! Let me up now!" I said in a deadly low and calm voice.

They don't want to, but I can tell that I scared them, as they let me go. I storm out of the office and to Olivia's favorite hiding place, the roof.

DON…

…Then all the detectives heard, was the dial tone.

No way! Uh uh, it can't be! One of my best detectives, the woman I think of like a daughter, can't possibly be in this kind of trouble. But there it was! The whole thing was just proven to him. That was, without a doubt, my, our, Detective Olivia Benson on the phone, and that was her calling out in pain at the end, and that was her, deadly silent right before the phone hung up! That was our strong, tough, secure, Olivia.

I have never had a case like this before. Never has one of my crew been kidnapped, and never have they talked to both the kidnapper and the victim while the kidnapper still had the victim as a hostage. I have no clue how to work this. What do I do? Who do I call?

I look over and see my men all standing around Elliot, in as much shock as him and I. Then Elliot tries to get up, and my men snap out of their own pain filled daydreams to hold down their "brother".

"Let me up!" he yells at my men, "I'm fine guys, I just need to walk! Let me up now!" His voice is low and deep, and scarily calm.

This shocks my men, my sons, and they let go of Elliot. As soon as he is freed, he storms out of my office and down the hall. I know that someone has to follow him, to make sure that he's alright, but at the same time, I know that Elliot needs his space. So, I let him go and watch as the two remaining detectives in my office try to get a handle on what had just happened.

JOHN…

…Then all the detectives heard, was the dial tone.

No, No, NO! Not our girl, not our 'livia. NO! She fights guys like this every day. We help people every day. Why did she, of all people, get kidnapped and beaten into unconsciousness? Why does the woman that so many good people love have to go through this? Why does our super girl have to know, with personal experience, what our victims feel like? Why, why, why! I don't hear you replying, anyone! How about this question. Will you, whoever you may be, let us save our sister before it's too late?

I feel eyes watching me, and my "brothers" and I know that Cragen is worried. It's not until I feel Elliot try to get up that I snap out of my trance. Fin and I push him back down. He tries to get up again, but again we push him down, knowing that if he does get up, it could be a very bad thing for all who try to calm him. At least we know why he'd be explosive at the smallest thing. After all, it is the woman that he loves that was on

that phone.

"Let me up!" He yells at us, "I'm fine guys, I just need to walk! Let me up now!"

His voice is low and deep, and scarily calm. This shocks us and makes us let him go. He takes that opportunity to get up, and run out of the office, presumably to the roof, where Olivia often went to calm down, or take a breather when a case just got to be too much.

Olivia. It hurt to think of Olivia now because of the fact that she could be being beaten right now for trying to worn them. In a way, it was all their fault that their sister was in this position.

He knew from the moment that he heard her voice on that phone, that he would do everything in his power to save her and bring her home, hopefully not to badly damaged. I love that girl, like I love my own flesh and blood sister. If she dies, I swear to you, I will kill the man responsible!

FIN…

…Then all the detectives heard, was the dial tone.

"NOT OUR GIRL!" I screamed to myself, "This can't be happening, not to our 'livia, she's so strong and hard headed. Nothing like this could ever happen to her! This was all just some sad ass version of some little kids practical joke!" I demand inwardly, trying desperately to convince myself, but it was no use. I heard her voice and her screams clear as day. She was, in fact, in the arms of a psychopathic, perverted, freak, and there isn't a thing that I can do about it! Why Olivia? Why our girl? Why our sister?

I thought of all the good times they'd had together, and all the times that they had gone and gotten smashed after a hard case. To think that they may never get the chance to see each other in the morning after a long night of drinking and tease each other about the other person's hangover hurt really bad!

I was pulled out of my only half coherent state when Elliot tried to get up. Of course John and I pushed him back down. He glanced up at us and tried to get up again. We pushed him back down again.

"Let me up!" he yells at us, "I'm fine guys, I just need to walk! Let me up now!"

His tone is so deep deadly that it shocked me that Elliot could sound like that. I let him go by accident, and he took the opportunity to get up and stormed out of their captain's office down the hall.

I followed him with my eyes until he was out of sight. I just keep looking down the hall, willing Olivia to walk through those same swinging doors and ask them all what was going on, but he new it wouldn't happen. I knew that this was all for real. That there was a serious chance that our sister may never be back in this office again.

OLIVIA…

"Screw you, you jackass!" I say gritting my teeth.

I know that I will probably hate the side effects of my talking back like that, but I have to. This man, if you can call him that, has pissed me off, and hit me, and threatened my friends! No one, and I mean NO ONE, threatens my friends and gets away with it!

SMACK! He punches me in the face.

"See," I tell myself, "You already regret it!"

He kicks me and punches me again and again. The last thing I hear before my world goes dark is Elliot screaming into the phone, "STOP! STOP IT! PLEASE DON'T HURT HER! STOP!"

A/N: Okay, so… yes, no, maybe so, it's totally up to you guys, I'm just

the

writer. You're the ones that have to decide! So please review!