Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to Dick, anyone want to kidnap them with me? LOL just joking.

The title is weird I know. It means that the three guys are starting to make progress but news just gets worse for Olivia. (Just wanted to explain that one)

Three steps forward and one step back

Elliot looked at the building in front of him. It was a wreck all burned out and half fallen down. It was the first time he had been back to it since the explosion and he could almost see Olivia running in front of him trying to catch the perp.

He knew she was strong, she had a better stamina than him, he knew that if he could live through what he had then she could. Fin and Munch walked up behind him. "Where do you wanna start first?" Munch asked waiting for a queue.

"I think we should take a look inside." Elliot said looking at them both then back at the building.

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Fin shone his torch around, they had gone in the back way, Munch had decided they should try thinking like Olivia and retracing her steps was their first thought. It was a lot lighter inside now. The flames had burned most of the roof away so they only needed the torch for in the far off corners of what remained of the building..

They walked slowly and quietly, the building was creaking, they all secretly hoped it would hold out. Munch suddenly kicked something and heard it scratch along the floor, he shifted some of the debris with his foot, then saw Olivia's gun.

Fin crouched down and picked it up. "It's Olivia's" Elliot clarified. He sighed, losing a little hope.

"It doesn't mean anything, if her gun was still attached to her when this place went ka'boom then there'd be bones or something here…" Fin said trying to stay positive but not totally sure of the point he was trying to make.

"Her badge." Elliot said. "We didn't have torches that night, we needed them I nearly went flying dozens of time, it was that dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face or what you were stepping on. What if it was the same for Liv, maybe she fell, she dropped her gun, she's stubborn but she's not stupid she wouldn't go after Massey knowing he was armed when she wasn't." Elliot stated.

"What are you trying to say?" Munch asked.

"I'm not sure but maybe she turned and went to leave then the place exploded." He said playing out his theory as he walked over to the door. That's when they all saw it.

"How did we miss that?" Munch asked as they all walked over to the broken railing. They all looked over the ledge it was at least an eight foot drop into the water below.

"I think Liv was stood here when it blew, and I think she was thrown through the rail from the blast, think about it I was in pretty much the same position and that's what happened to me. I was leaving the building to go find her. What if she was doing the same?" Elliot said questioning them on their only theory.

They all looked out at the water, there were boats surrounding them, some tied up to the dock others out on the water. "You don't suppose someone found her. Maybe they took her to a hospital." Munch said.

"We rang the hospitals, the Jane Does were all checked out and none of them were Liv." Fin answered him.

"What if they didn't take her to a hospital?" Elliot thought out loud. Munch and Fin looked at him, sacred that his thought wasn't as far fetched as it sounded. This was New York all sorts of creeps where out and about, hell it was their job to stop the type of person that may take in an injured person in order to get some kicks.

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Olivia lay on the bed just staring at the walls around her. Somewhere in the room there was a clock and it was ticking loudly, she wished she had her gun because then she'd shoot it, then the crazy Dr Paul Andrews, then possibly herself because she felt that shitty.

Her entire body ached and the wound in her shoulder hurt more than ever. She had taken to adding pressure because when she put enough on it it went numb and felt better, for all of a second. She slowly sat up. She took her hand away from the wound it was stained red with her blood, for a Doctor he was crap at stitching, she could have done a better job herself.

She brushed her clean hand through her hair. She turned as she heard the lock turn, she looked away as she saw Paul step though into the room. "How's your shoulder feeling?" He asked her, she just scoffed and ignored him.

"You know for a person who has saved your life twice now, you're very rude towards me…" He said before getting cut off by her.

"Oh I'm sorry, yea you're right it is rude to feel physically sick at the sight of the freak who is holding you captive, shot you and is trying to pump me full of drugs. Oh wait fuck you!" She yelled, in her head it had made sense but she wasn't sure if it had made sense out loud, she was just so angry it was like word vomit coming out and she couldn't stop it.

She was starting to cry and wasn't sure if it was because of the pain she was feeling or how sick she was feeling or whether it was because she was confused, scared or exhausted or a mixture of all of the above.

She sat back onto the bed and buried her face into her clean hand not wanting him to see her vulnerable and scared. "Do you have any intention of ever letting me go?" Olivia asked him not totally expecting to receive an answer.

"No." He said without hesitation.

She couldn't hold the sob in that seemed to escape her mouth, she quickly controlled it. She was too angry to cry in front of him. He turned and walked out of the room, she didn't want to be locked in her prison for another minute let alone another night so she ran over to the door after him.

She grabbed the handle but was to slow, she heard him lock it. She pressed her forehead against the door, a tear rolled down her cheek followed by another and another. She turned and pressed her back against the door and slid down it, she pulled her knees tight into her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

She couldn't hold her tears or sobs in any longer, she buried her face into her knees and cried hard long into the night.

TBC

How much of a prick is Andrews? LOL I love writing bad guys, they're so fun.