A/N: I decided instead of just doing this from Kelli's POV, it's going to be hers and the kidnapper's. Hers will be plain font, with her thoughts in italics like always, and the kidnapper will be bold. Make sense? Hope so. Also, to add more confusion, there will be a little drabble at the end in Don's POV. Hope that makes sense too! Sorry this took so long tonight... last one for the week! R&R! XO, KJ

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination is mine.

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I'm scared. I want my mommy. I don't know where I am. I don't know who this man is. He's not mean, but I miss my mommy. And I want my daddy. My daddy is a detective. His work is very important. Mommy told me. I'm sitting on the couch. I don't know how long I've been here. I'm learning how to tell time, but I don't know when I got here. My Hello Kitty watch said it was ten in the morning when we got to the zoo. I don't know how long we were there. It was dark outside. I slept on the couch. It's light again now and my watch says it's ten a.m. again. I'm so bored. I thought I was bored on the airplane. This is boringer. I have to hold very still, the man is back.

"Hey," he says. He's not mean. But I don't know who he is, and that scares me.

She's a cute kid this one. Hot mom too.

"Hi," I say quietly.

"Is your mommy's name Olivia?" he asks me.

I ask her if her mom is Olivia. The name of the woman on TV pleading with me to return the baby I stole from the Central Park Zoo yesterday.

I just sit there. I don't want to say. I shouldn't say. I don't know him. He's a stranger. I shouldn't have even talked to him as much as I have. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.

"Your mommy was on TV today. She says your name is Kelli," he says.

I sit and stare at him some more. Yes. My name is Kelli. Yes. My mommy is Olivia. I answer all his questions in my head to be nice. And to give myself something to do. He had a coloring book for me. I already colored every picture in it. This is so boring.

I tell her I know her name. Still she sits and stares at me. Not really like she's scared of me, which she has no reason to be. I haven't been anything but nice to her. More like she's bored. I don't blame her. This is boring. It's like babysitting. Why did I think kidnapping would be a good idea? I just need some quick cash. Ransom is a good way to make money.

"Your mommy misses you a lot, Kelli."

"Then let me go home," I whine. Remembering that I'm not supposed to talk to him, I shut my mouth again.

"Well I'd love to, Kelli. But I need something from you first."

"What?" I ask. Oops. Talking again.

"You're going to get me some money," he says.

How am I going to do that? I wonder to myself since I can't talk to him.

I can tell she doesn't understand what I'm asking her for. What six-year-old understands ransom?

"I'm going to let you talk to your mommy," he says. "And I'm going to tell her I will bring you back if she gives me a whole shitload of money."

She flinches at the word "shitload." Poor innocent kid. Mom's probably a kindergarten teacher.

He's not supposed to say words like that. I hope he knows it, too. I hope his mom yells at him for it. Mine would. Mine would put him in jail.

He walks away, and comes back a minute later with a phone in his hand. He dials some numbers and starts talking to the person on the other end.

I call Crimestoppers and some guy picks up. Sounds black.

"I have her. Kelli. I have her. I want to talk to the mother."

Please, Mommy. I pray. Please come get me.

The black guy hands the phone off to some old man. "Who the hell is this and what have you done with my granddaughter?" he asks.

"Who the hell is this? I asked to speak to the mother, old man."

"Well you're talking to me now. Where's Kelli?"

"She's right here. Talk to her."

He hands me the phone. "Hello?" I say. "Mommy? Mommy, can you come get me?"

"Honey, my name is Don. I'm a police officer. I know your Mommy and Daddy. They're very worried about you Kelli. We're going to come get you as soon as we can, honey. Are you okay? Has he hurt you at all?" he asks me.

"Yes. I'm okay. He hasn't hurt me. I want my mommy," I can feel myself start to cry, but I'm trying to be brave like Mommy would want me to be.

"Honey, I'm going to get your mommy to you soon, I promise. I need you to talk to me a little longer, okay?"

"Okay." The man is walking away. Going to where he told me the bathroom was if I needed it.

"Can you tell me about where you are? Is the man there? Just say yes if he is, Kelli, and no if he isn't."

I look up and the man is still gone. "No," I say.

"Okay, good. Did you see where he went?"

"To the bathroom, I think," I say.

"Okay. Okay, good honey. Good. Are there any windows? Kelli, I need you to go look out the window and tell me what you see," the policeman says.

I get up from where I'm sitting on the couch and go to the window. "Lots of really tall buildings. When I look right outside I see the sidewalk. And a bench."

"Okay. Can you read the bench honey? Is there a sign on it? Can you tell me what it says?"

"Yeah, I can read it," I say.

"Good girl. Tell me what the bench says."

"McDonald's. It has the arches on it."

"Shit," the policeman says.

"That's a bad word," I tell him.

"I know, honey. I'm sorry. Okay. Can you see anything else?"

"There's a van. The van the man took me in," I say.

"Kelli, can you see the license plate?" he asks.

"No."

I come back out of the bathroom and Kelli is still on the phone. Having herself a lengthy chat with the man who claims to be her grandfather. She better not have told him anything important. I take the phone from her.

"Okay. You know she's okay now. Let's talk about money."

"What do you want?" he asks.

"Ten grand. Bring it in a brown paper bag to the subway station on 36th."

"When?"

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I take a quick glance at my watch. It's ten a.m. Elliot and Liv are out chasing down a lead. We put Liv on TV today to plead for Kelli's safe return. I just talked to the guy who claims to be Kelli's kidnapper. He'd better be on the up and up. You know. For a guy who steals little girls from zoos. I haven't ever talked to my granddaughter before today, but I can feel it in my bones. It's her.

The kidnapper wants Liv to meet him at the subway station on 36th, with ten grand in a paper bag. I can tell he's not a very experienced criminal. He didn't say anything about no cops or unmarked bills. Usually that's their first request. And he wants them to meet him at noon. The subway station should be teeming with people. I'm sending Elliot with her. Fin ordered a dump on the phone. The guy did one smart thing – called from a pre-paid cell. Dammit. Hopefully he keeps being stupid. We need to get Kelli. I'd send a uniform over there right now, but the bastard didn't let me talk to her long enough to track where the phone was.

Elliot and Olivia have a daughter. I've always thought of Liv like a daughter. I'm somebody's grandpa. And now I need to find that somebody and get her back to her mommy. And put the son of a bitch who took her in jail.

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A/N: Don't hate me. I'm not thrilled with this chapter but I wasn't sure how else to do it. Review it and tell me how much you love it even if you're lying, okay:-) Super short, cliffhanger AND you don't get your smut until next week… be good kids!! R&R XO, Kinsey!