Day 2

Part III

Rated: R

Author's note: You guys are great! Thanks for reading! It's really given me inspiration! I feel appreciated and all that happy crap. Keep the reviews coming! I love writing this story for all of you! Enjoy the next part!

When Olivia woke up she was in a very lavish bedroom, laying on the bed fully dressed. She looked at her watch, it was eleven o'clock at night. Her entire body hurt and she estimated that she had been out for a few hours. Her wrists weren't bound anymore, but there were red marks on her wrists from where she had struggled and pulled at the tape. She sighed softly and got up from the large canopy bed and placed her now bare feet on the red carpet below her. Across from the bed there was a fireplace, that was unlit, and above it there was a painting of a woman bound in chains. She studied it for a moment and then rolled her eyes and went over to the large picture window on the right wall. She looked out, it was pitch black out there and although the moon was bright it only illuminated the tops of the trees, and there were many of them. She sighed again and brought her hands up to the collar around her neck, she wasn't stupid, what ever was in that black box on there was what shocked her. There was a knock on the door and then the sound of locks clicking. Olivia turned and looked at the door, it opened slowly and a dark skinned woman with long black hair stepped into the room holding a tray of food.

"The mistress said that if you want to eat tomorrow you need to behave yourself." The woman said speaking with an Indian accent. Olivia nodded slightly when she noticed that this woman was also wearing a collar with a black box on it. She seemed to be in the same predicament as Olivia, but she was well behaved, she seemed trained.

"I'm Olivia, what's your name?" Olivia asked as she watched the woman set the tray of food down on the table on her left. The woman looked at Olivia like she wasn't expecting her to talk, she blinked a few times.

"Parminder….mistress calls me Mindy." She replied after a moment, she seemed rather young maybe in her early twenties. She brushed some hair out of her face and turned to walk out of the door but when she got there she stopped and turned around, "Are you American?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" Olivia replied and walked over to the table to look at the food. There was a piece of chicken, some carrots, a glass of white wine, and a roll with some butter on it. She glances over the utensils and realized there was no knife, she guessed if it came down to it she could use a fork as a weapon.

"You're the first American to come through here in about 7 years, I thought mistress only traded slaves that she bought overseas, not easy to track that way." Mindy replied seeming a little surprised. Olivia nodded and picked up a carrot and took a bite of it. So Mariann was in the slave trade, was that how the family had made all their money? Or was it just a hobby of Mariann's because she had a lot of money.

"I won't be here for long, one way or another." Olivia replied grimly, it wasn't that she doubted Elliot's ability to find her, it was just that he only had ten days and in less then an hour he would only have nine. She had no idea if they could trace her to wherever she was, and she also had no idea that Liz had gotten out on parole. She didn't know that they had a lead that they couldn't find. All she knew is she was going to be snuffed in nine days.

"No one will find you, no one found Evelyn." Mindy said like she was completely convinced of that fact. Olivia looked at her for a moment as she ran the name through her head. She couldn't have been talking about Evelyn Oakley could she? She hadn't been on Evelyn's case or anything but she remembered the five hundred thousand dollar reward that was put up for her safe return. If Mariann did take Evelyn then the money wouldn't have been an issue for her.

"Did you know Evelyn?"

"No but my first few weeks here I heard the stories, I guess it was sort of a way to break me. If the police here couldn't find someone taken in their own state, what chance did I have of escape?" Mindy said and then opened the door, "That collar that both you and I wear will shock you if you get too close to the edge of the property, but I see you already found that out. Also a word of caution, the mistress has a remote for it too, don't be a smart ass." With that she turned and left. The door shut and it was locked from the outside. Olivia sat down at the table and began to eat her dinner.

At two o'clock that morning the phone started to ring back at Elliot's house. He wasn't asleep either, he was sitting downstairs staring at the TV. It was on some late night comedy show but he wasn't actually watching it. He picked up the phone on the first ring, he didn't want it to wake Hope and Serena. It was Fin, they had found Liz after she was spotted trying to buy a plane ticket to Japan. They had her at the station for questioning. Elliot thanked Fin, then hung up the phone he got up and got his jacket and keys. He picked up the phone again and called Dana. She was a college student on summer break and she took jobs babysitting to earn cash. She picked up on the third ring and when Elliot explained the situation to her she agreed to come right over. Elliot went outside to wait for her, and as soon as she got there and was in the door he made a break for his car.

When he got into the station he was greeted by Cragen, who reminded him sternly to keep his cool, but he wasn't going to stop Elliot from questioning Liz. Elliot agreed that he would remain calm, although he honestly didn't believe that he could do that. Seven years ago he had seen Liz slice up Krista and brutally rip the fingernails out of his wife's hand, there was no telling what she would actually do for revenge now. He got into the room where Munch was sitting with Liz, he wasn't surprised when he was told that he wouldn't be left alone with her.

"Where is she Liz?" Elliot asked calmly after entering the room and taking a few deep breaths. Liz looked at him and smiled. It was a cocky smile and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she probably wasn't going to talk.

"Remember our bedroom antics a few years back….what was it you said to me?" Liz replied calmly, Elliot glared daggers at her, the only one who knew about his rape was Olivia and he most certainly didn't want Munch to find out, not after all this time. "I believe you said I own you….does that sound familiar?"

"Where is she?" Elliot asked again through clenched teeth.

"Your detectives found me trying to buy a plane ticket to Japan, violation of my parole I know. You have me on that and nothing else. If I did have Olivia stashed somewhere, why would I be trying to leave the country?" Liz said smoothly and then crossed her arms over her chest. Elliot was quickly losing his patience with her. He wanted to strangle her, he found himself wishing that he would have just killed her all those years ago, then this shit wouldn't be happening to him.

"Maybe you already killed her." Munch said and then pushed forward the letter they had found in the trailer, "You are saying you didn't write this?" Liz picked it up and looked at it for a moment. After reading it for the second time she put it down and smiled at Elliot.

"It's not my handwriting, and I don't know who M Lovett is anyway." She replied calmly, "Who owns who now detective?" Liz smirked at him, she didn't seemed to be phased one iota by his expression of rage. Elliot slammed his hands down on the table in front of Liz and got right in her face. She stared him back, right in the eye and she didn't even jump at the loud noise.

"That was seven years ago…."

"Yeah but you came…you blew your hot load into me and you liked it." Liz replied her mouth only an inch away from his face. He raised his hand like he was going to hit her when Munch stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. Elliot turned to look at him, John shook his head slightly, and Elliot moved back and turned away from her as he tried to compose himself.

"Why don't you cut the bullshit and give us some idea of who wrote the letter." Munch said to her, she remained smiling.

"I don't know who it is, maybe my uncle Mike, or my cousin Michelle, who the hell knows?" Liz replied. It wasn't that she didn't know about Mariann but if there was a chance that someone had Olivia and was going to kill her, she wasn't going to blow it by giving them a lead. "Even if I did know who M Lovett was, why would I tell you? I want your whore of a wife as dead as they do." Munch was prepared for what happened next, Elliot turned to look at her and lunged, but Munch got out of his chair and held him back.

"You are SO FUCKING LUCKY that you are here and not on the street YOU BITCH!" Elliot yelled fighting Munch as much as he could, "YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS! YOU KNOW!"

"Elliot…" Munch said in a warning just as Cragen opened the door and pulled him out of the room. Elliot screamed out in rage once he got out of there and punched the newly closed door hard enough that his fist went through it.

"Pull it together RIGHT NOW!" Cragen ordered and Elliot pulled his fist back and glared at Cragen.

"She knows where Olivia is! SHE KNOWS!"

"I know, but yelling at her is obviously getting us nowhere, don't make me tell you to go home." He warned. Elliot took in a deep breath and looked in through the window at Liz who was sitting there looking smug as hell. Elliot looked at her for a moment and then his eyes went to the letter that was in the evidence bag on the table. He tapped on the glass, getting Munch's attention. He turned around and came out of the room to see Elliot.

"Get her to write a copy of the letter and I'll take it to the lab." Elliot said, if it truly wasn't her handwriting then an analyst would be able to see that. Munch nodded, grabbed a pen and some paper, and headed back into the interrogation room. Elliot stood back and watched as Liz started to write the note, now it was all about a waiting game.

Olivia woke up to the sound of her wristwatch beeping. She had it preset to six in the morning just incase her alarm didn't go off. She groaned and rolled over and looked out of the window. The sun was coming up through the trees. She sat up and stretched slightly when in the corner on the chair she noticed a black dress, gloves, and some knee high boots with almost impossible heels. She rubbed her eyes wondering if someone actually thought she was going to wear an outfit like that. She walked over to the clothes and found a piece of paper folded on top of the dress. She picked it up and opened it.

Shh…if you want to come out you have to

Wear this. Sorry.

--Mindy

PS: Don't mention this note

Olivia blinked a few times but decided that she didn't want her last days to be spent pent up in a room by herself. If she was going to have any chance at escape then she would have to leave and try to make friends. She picked up the clothes and took them into the bathroom with her.

When she came out she was in the short, black leather dress, and she was carrying the boots and gloves. She sat back down on the bed and looked the boots over, they had to have six inch heels at the least. They went up to her knees and had laces. She sighed and pulled them on and then did the laces up tightly and stood up. She took a step and nearly fell, twisting her ankle in such away she was surprised it didn't break. She growled slightly in frustration and tried to walk again. Her steps were wobbly at best but at least she was able to walk. She picked up the gloves and slid them onto her hands, the fabric reached up to her elbows. This was the exact same outfit that Parminder was wearing and the blond woman. There was a knock on the door, she turned, almost tripping on her own feet again, and looked at the door. She heard the locks click and then it opened slowly.

"Good you're awake." It was Mindy and she was holding something in her hand, it looked like a syringe. Olivia got wide eyed, she didn't want to be drugged up, she didn't want that more then anything right now.

"Mindy…"

"I have to give you this or else you can't come to breakfast." Mindy said when she noticed that Olivia was looking at the syringe. "Do you want to eat? Because this is the only way."

"What's in the needle?"

"Demoral, just a low dose, enough to make you lethargic and slow please don't fight me on this or I'll get in trouble too." Mindy explained and then approached Olivia. She removed the cap of the needle with her teeth and spit it out onto the rug. Olivia took a few steps backwards, she wondered how much she could actually function on a drug. She wanted to come out of the room, she wanted to talk to Mariann, she wanted to eat breakfast. She sighed slightly and rolled down her sleeve enough for Mindy to be able to inject the drug. "Thank you." Mindy held Olivia's wrist in hers and slipped the needle in and injected the small amount into her body. A few seconds later Olivia felt it working, her head was all swimmy and she felt like she was floating. She had been on demoral before, but higher doses, she knew that this was just a tiny effect but it was enough to make her not care.

"I don't know if I can walk in these shoes…"

"I'll help you till we get down the stairs." Mindy said and then took Olivia's arm in hers, "After that you're on your own, they can't know I'm trying to help you."

"But why?"

"Trust me on this okay?" Mindy said keeping her voice low as they neared the door. Olivia closed her eyes for a moment and opened them, trying to get her bearings. She nodded slightly, she didn't know why Mindy wasn't allowed to help her but she wasn't going to question it.

It was six hours later, and even though Elliot had told the crime lab to put a rush on the analysis, they sure were taking their sweet time. Elliot checked his watch for the fourth time in fifteen minutes, he was waiting in the lab, looming over everyone, trying to get someone to look at the two notes. To him the handwriting looked completely different but he wasn't an expert and he was hoping that it would connect Liz to the crime. Then he thought, even if it did connect Liz to the crime, she wasn't giving anything up, he was pretty sure that she was willing to rot in jail if that meant the death of Olivia.

"Okay detective, I'm looking at it now." One of the technicians said, pulling his attention away from the clock. He hadn't been there for all 6 hours, but after about the 5th hour of waiting he decided to go down there and kick some ass into gear. She put both samples under a magnifying glass and a brightly lit lamp and Elliot wasted no time looking over her shoulder. She went back and fourth for a few minutes, and Elliot shifted, getting rather impatient with her. "No these samples don't match, see how the first one has that wide stroke on the "Y" and the numbers in "10 Days" were written in one stroke not two. You are looking for two different people here."

"Are you sure she wasn't just faking it?"

"Detective Stabler I've been doing this for 15 years, I know what I'm talking about." The technician replied in a snotty tone. Elliot rolled his eyes and picked up the original letter and started to head out without another word.

He went back to the holding pen where they were keeping Liz, she was asleep on the bench like she couldn't care less that she was actually there. He slammed his hand on the bars, after another moment she opened her eyes and turned her head the bare minimum she needed to, to look at him.

"Who wrote the fucking letter Liz?"

"I told you, could be anyone." Liz replied and then yawned, "And like I said, if I did know I wouldn't tell you. Face it, Olivia is going to die in ten days, so start planning her funeral."

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

"Elliot!" A familiar voice shouted behind him, he turned to see it was Monica standing there. Munch was right behind her, "If you leave her alone for just a minute I think I can help you out a bit okay?"

"What is it?" Elliot snapped at her and she folded her arms over her chest defiantly. She looked back at Munch who looked at her like he wanted her to continue.

"Well if you are through biting my head off, a worker named Dixie Dunsbi didn't show up on set today. I thought that might be of some use to you." Monica replied. Elliot looked at her, it wasn't dawning on him why that might be important. Dixie did not start with an M therefore why would this concern him? He pushed past her and started to head into the office towards his desk. Monica followed him and held out a piece of paper.

"What is this?"

"It's her basic information, phone number and current address thank you very much." Monica said, getting just as snippy with him as he was with her. She was concerned about Olivia too but if someone was being short with her she was going to be short with them right back. He took the paper and looked it over and then set it down on his desk.

"Has anyone called her? Maybe she's just sick." He replied putting his hand to his temples. He was tired and his head hurt, but there was no way he was going to lay down now, he still had work to do. Monica reached into her purse and dialed the number. When the answering machine picked up she held it up to his ear…

"Hi you've reached M. Lovett…see you in 9 days…"

End Part III