Olivia stood too and he followed her up to her bedroom. She began to pack some clothes for her and then she came across a onsie that Dean and Elizabeth had gotten her, both of them looking very proud that they had found it, it had "Sweet Child O' Mine." stamped across the front and a sharp pang went through her realizing that Dean and Elizabeth were in all likelihood never going to meet their niece.

Sam looked over her shoulder and saw the onsie,

"Huh." He said smiling a little looking at it, "That's cute."

"Yeah." Olivia said putting in the bag with everything else. There were a few baby items she wanted to bring with her, that Sam said she couldn't but she drew the line at the pregnancy pillow.

"What is it?" Sam said looking at the huge pillow that took up the other half of her bed.

"It's the only thing that can get me sleep at night and it's coming with me." Olivia said holding it up, it was taller than she was.

"We'll get you another one."

"This one is perfect, it's got my dent." Olivia said rolling it up as best as she could.

"Please, I don't get to sleep much and I need this." She said and in the light Sam could see the bags under eyes that never really went away.

"Fine." He said shortly. He picked up her bag and Olivia shrugged her jacket on. Sam took his gun out and opened the front door. The rain had let up a little, which was good for flying but Sam knew it was only a matter for time before someone noticed the helicopter and realized it was not the coastguard.

"C'mon." He said leading Olivia to the car, he saw her eyes were glued to the black van down the street. Sam pulled the hood of his jacket up, to "hide" his face.

"We should hurry, once they realize you're not coming back, they'll be after us."

It was an uneventful drive to the check point. Sam's heart was pounding and he would not relax until he was back North. He kept looking back, with every flash of headlight behind him, he had the image of Dean in his head.

The helicopter began to start up as soon as their car appeared. With a flash of déjà vu he had Olivia out of the car, and hurried her to the helicopter.

It was only a few moments later that it began to life off the ground as Sam fitted a pair of headphones over Olivia and a pair over his.

"You feeling okay?" He asked,

Olivia rubbed her hands over her stomach and nodded.

"She's just moving a lot." Olivia said absently.

She said it so casually but Sam again felt like he had been punched in the gut. It was girl and she moved a lot, that was all he knew and he wanted to know more.

Olivia watched out the window as the south faded away, it would be a few hours before they landed in the North and it was astounding that something that could take so long to get to could be reached so easily by air. Dread settled in the pit of her stomach.

The helicopter ride was silent and uneventful. The hours ticked on and Olivia felt her eyes drooping. The sudden jolting as the helicopter began to land, jarred her out however and she peeked out the window, she could see a large collection of buildings, and off in the distance, bright lights that indicated a city.

The first thing Olivia noticed as the doors swung open, was the cold. Sam lifted her out and she wrapped her arms around her. The wind whipped around everyone, and the door on the roof opened. Inside it was much warmer. This part of the base was very utilitarian, but as the moved further into the center, it became plusher and more like an upscale office building. They finally reached a large mahogany door which Sam knocked on.

"Come in." A voice said and Sam nudged Olivia forward as he opened it.

The office inside was large and modern and sitting behind the desk was the most powerful man in the North. Dick Roman stood as they entered,

"Sir." Sam said saluting him, Olivia refused to move, hate filling her face. If Dick noticed he didn't acknowledge it as he stood.

"Sam, so good to see you got back safely." He said with a smile that was nowhere near his eyes. He walked forward toward the pair of them,

"Olivia O'Malley, I've heard so much about you." He said extending his hand. Olivia would have refused if she hadn't felt Sam's eyes burning into the back of her head.

"Likewise." Olivia said, her tone cold. She'd heard about this little dick alright.

"And look at you, look like you swallowed a blimp here, huh?" Dick said looking at her stomach.

His tone was mocking and Olivia opened her mouth to say something about how his name fitted him so well, when Sam intervened.

"It's been a long day, and Olivia is probably tired."

"Of course, I'll let you get to your rooms, but we do have a lot to discuss Sam now that Olivia is here."

Olivia looked at Sam but his expression was blank. What the hell did Dick mean?

The walk to the apartment was mercifully short, and Sam flicked the lights on.

The apartment was clean, everything in order, and had some nice decoration, but it felt as homie as a hotel room. There was no personal touch that could be Sam's.

"This way." Sam said, leading her down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door and opened it, inside was a large bed, with crisp blue bedding, a door that lead to a bathroom and large window seat that overlooked the ocean that was next to the compound. At lease something was familiar. However, she forgot everything as she saw in the corner of the room, a white crib and a dressing table. As Sam put her bags on the bed, she walked over and fingered the green bedding. It was a lot nicer than anything she could have afforded for her.

"You can add whatever you need," Sam said, "that just seemed like something you needed."

"Thank you." Olivia said, turning back to him. Sam nodded, he obviously looked like he hadn't expected her thanks. It was an awkward moment before he said, "I'll be down the hall, second door on the left." And then he was gone. And Olivia was now in the North.

Permanently.

Elizabeth was on the sunny road, the southern breeze was blowing through the rolled down windows, and she was humming along to the radio. Dean had a meeting to get to but Elizabeth had the rest of the day off. So she had decided to go and surprise Olivia and help her decorate the baby room. She saw Olivia's car in the driveway and parked behind it. Getting out she opened the screen door, and then knocked on the door.

There was nothing.

She tried again and there still wasn't an answer. She pulled out her phone and dialed Olivia's number but it went to voicemail. Elizabeth began to worry. What if something had gone wrong with the baby? She was surprised to find the door unlocked, Olivia never kept her doors unlocked.

"Liv?" She called as she stepped in. She walked down the hallways and into the kitchen. It was empty, then she saw a lamp was on in the middle of the day. Something was wrong. She quickly headed upstairs, calling Olivia's name. Her bedroom was empty and then Elizabeth started noticing details. Her pillow was gone from her bed, and the dresser drawers were open haphazardly. She pulled out her phone and tried dialing her again, and then she heard a muffled vibrating. Olivia's phone was under the blanket. Even in an emergency, that would be the first thing she would grab.

She opened the closet and large chunks of clothes were missing.

"Oh no, oh no." Elizabeth said, her voice quiet and full of panic. Her phone was in her hand and she dialed Dean.

"This isn't a good time." Dean said as he answered but Elizabeth cut him off,

"Olivia's missing."

"What?"

"She's not here, her car is still here and her phone." Elizabeth said.

She knew they were both thinking it.

"I'll go talk to Ellen." Was Dean's answer. "You call the hospital just in case."

Elizabeth hung up and began to dial. But, in her gut, she knew that there wasn't going to be such an easy ending.

xXx

It took Olivia a few moments to figure out where she was. The pregnancy pillow that surrounded her was familiar but the bed was softer and the light was dimmer. She opened her eyes and the blue room came into focus. It all came back to her. Everything she had done to get away and stay away, and now she had gone back willingly. She got up, clutching at her back that had a persistent ache now and walked to the window. It really was a stunning view, there was the walls of the compound and then the ocean just beyond that.

She was broken from her reverie when there was a sharp kick in her abdomen. The first time that had happened, she had been more freaked out then thrilled but now it was her constant assurance that she wasn't alone anymore.

"Good morning baby." She said rubbing her hand over the spot that had been kicked. She hadn't decided on a name yet. She dressed then, washing her face in the sink and throwing her hair up in a ponytail.

Then she decided to brave herself outside of her room. The hall was quiet and the door to Sam's room was closed. However, she walked into the kitchen and began poking around for something to eat.

"You should take your vitamins." Sam said behind her.

Olivia jumped and turned. He had just entered the kitchen and was in his uniform. Just the sight of the northern uniform made her want to hide.

"I usually take them with breakfast." Olivia said her voice quiet. She knew Sam was looking at her stomach again and she didn't want him to look.

"I got some cereal that was recommended for pregnant women." Sam said, reaching into a cupboard and pulling out a box. He held it out to Olivia. To say it was weird that Sam Winchester was handing her cereal was an understatement. She took it however, and grabbed some milk and then the bottle of vitamins that Sam pointed out.

"I've got to go soon, but um there's a laptop next to the couch that is for you to use. That and the phones are monitored, so don't try making any calls." He said this in a matter a fact way.

'Such a cozy little prison.' Olivia thought to herself.

"If you need anything, just dial this number." Sam said, giving her a slip of paper. "I won't be back until late."

What was she supposed to say to that? Have a good time torturing people? Bring home the torture bacon? All she did was nod. There was a moment's pause before Sam just left the kitchen.

There really wasn't much to do. She didn't dare go poking around in Sam's room and an exploration of the apartment found one bathroom, some closets, a door that was locked and the living room. She was just sitting down when a knock came on the door. She stayed where she was on the couch, terrified. They knew she was here, what if they here for her?

The door then opened and none other than Dick Roman walked in.

"Olivia, how you settling in?" He asked,

Olivia felt less brave without Sam. Dick had the power here and Olivia was terrified of what he could do.

She didn't answer and he sat down adjacent to her.

"I came by to see how you were doing, and I hoping we could discuss a little business."

"Business?' Olivia asked

"Well, it was the whole point of getting you here wasn't it?" Dean said laughing.

"Look, Liv, can I call you Liv? Liv, the North sometimes has an image, we're all rough and tumble and we kill everything that moves. It's fantastic really, but sometimes we need to give a little humanity to our country and make our citizens take interest in nation affairs and you are just the thing."

"Me?" Olivia asked, terror growing,

"Well, you and the baby." Dick said and he glanced at her stomach. The gleam in his eye made her think of a hungry dog.

"No! I am not going to be part of this." Olivia said physically shrinking back into the couch.

Dick leaned closer,

"It won't be hard. You just have to play the loving fiancée of Sam Winchester, the mother of his child, the new baby will be all that's talked about for weeks and the wedding we've got planned!" He said his smile pure malice. "The South is going to be so betrayed."

"I'm not going to do it." Olivia said trying to keep her voice steady. "I won't."

Dick gave a condescending smile and then reached forward and grabbed her arm. His grip was painful and showed he was strong despite his wiry appearance.

"You listen and you listen close. The South won't be coming for you. Not after we reveal that you were just some slut who slept with the most wanted man south of the border. They're going to fling you away and you won't have anyone. If you want to live, and that is not a figure of speech, and if you want that baby to live, you will do what I say and when I say it. Sam can't protect you from me."

Olivia was trembling in his grasp, tears filling her eyes. Dick's eyes slid from her face to her arm. Her sleeve had rolled up and the scar was visible. He ran his thumb over the pentagram.

"Oh darling, you are so very broken, and no one cares to notice."

He dropped her arm and stood looking more powerful than ever. "I'll be in touch for further arrangements with you and Sam. Loved our chat. Ciao." He then left.

Olivia was left on the couch, she could still feel where he had grabbed her arm and the tears began to fall. Never, not even when she was in prison, had she felt so powerless.

The man in front of Sam Winchester was a talker. He be practically began babbling secrets as soon as Sam had picked up the knife. He could just posture and be threatening and the man would have told him everything, but where was the fun in that. By the end of the interrogation, the man was short one ear and a couple of fingers and Sam was grinning over him. He had passed out in shock and Sam sent him out. There was blood everywhere and Sam wiped some off his cheek. He'd have to take a shower when he got home. He'd just slip past Liv and she wouldn't notice. Hell, she'd probably be avoiding him. As he walked past the compound, many people stepped out of his way. He had a reputation here in the North as well. He regarded very few here as his equal. With his bloody appearance and his ruthless reputation it was only a short while before he was opening the door to the apartment.

It was just beginning to be sunset and the room was red with light.

He was just unbuttoning his jacket on the way to his room when he heard breaths coming in short gasps and sobs. He followed the sounds to Olivia's room.

"Liv?" He said quietly. He opened the door and saw she was sitting on her bed, even from here he could see she was shaking. Concern for the baby flashed to his mind. Without thinking he opened the door fully and walked in. Olivia didn't turn as he came closer and he put a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked trying to get her to look at him.

"Dick." Was she could get out.

It was unlike Sam to disagree with his leaders, he carried out their orders, he knew there was corruption, and he knew that if he didn't do what they said, it would hurt him. However, if Dick Roman had been in the room at that moment, Sam would have torn him apart.

Sam sat down next to her, and she was shaking even harder. This could not be good for the baby.

"Olivia, you have to calm down, for the baby." He said firmly, he raised his hand to soothe her, hoping that for once she wouldn't shy away from his touch. To his surprise, she moved closer to him. She leaned into his chest, a little awkwardly albeit with her stomach, and closed her eyes. It was a rare moment that anyone would completely let their guard down around him and Sam was at a bit of a loss at what to do. He rubbed circles on her shoulder, but didn't make a sound. He could tell that she wasn't with him right now, that she imagining someone else in his place, one of her brothers maybe. He would let her pretend. Her hand reached out and found his and Sam looked down at where her hand grasped his. He had told himself that he could not and would not care for her anymore and that was the truth. But right now, there was this peace that he craved when he was with her, almost like having a family again. Of course that peace would never last.

Sam felt her thumb move over his wrist and brush a spot of dried blood he had not been able to clean off quite yet. He saw her eyes open and she looked down at the reddish brown spot.

He'd had plenty of blood on his hands including hers. When she looked at him again, she wasn't looking at him like he was human anymore, it was the exact expression she had when he loomed over her with a knife in his hand, that he was a monster.

"Don't touch me." She said backing away from him.

"Olivia." He said holding his hands up but this was a mistake as it threw his blood strained hands into the light.

"Get away from me!" She shouted.

Sam began to move backwards toward the door. She looked so trapped. As soon as Sam left the room, Olivia was up and locking the door. She was breathing hard and fast and a sharp pain twisted her stomach. She had to calm down, she had to calm down, she had to calm down.

xXx

"How the hell, did we let one of their helicopters get through?" Dean shouted at the table. Elizabeth was next to him. Spread around them were charts and what little surveillance footage they had of the docks where the helicopter had landed. From the grainy image they could see a very tall figure leading a smaller figure. They were certain that was Olivia and Sam when it became evident that the helicopter was not registered. Elizabeth was next to Dean, and the emotions that were boiling up. Everyone was concerned yes, but none of them were concerned about how Olivia was taken, that a pregnant woman was taken! They were discussing about how their image in security could be damaged by this. She could not take it anymore. She left Dean to his shouting and began walk out of the conference room. She would go over the file again that she had been putting together in private, where it was quiet. She found herself in the locker room and began to take her jacket off. The tape in her locker was in her hands and her eyes were glued to the paper in front of her as she wrapped her knuckles in tape.

Subject: Olivia O'Malley and unborn child

Kidnapped: Strong evidence despite lack of struggle

Suspect: Samuel Winchester

Time of Kidnap: Somewhere between 8-9 at night

Motive: Unknown

Elizabeth knew what the motive was, but she kept silent for now. There was also a map of possible routes they could have taken, people they could question but that was it and it was so little it made Elizabeth furious. She slammed the file shut but the words were burned in mind. She walked out into the deserted gymnasium. The punching bag beckoned her and she began to hit it as hard as could. The blood roared in her ears and she felt like something was shouting at her that she could have done something and there was! She could have been there she could have at least made security tighter. She didn't hear Dean as he walked in and only punched the bag in a frenzy with no art but to just punch the ever living shit out of it. Dean's hands grabbed her waist and spun her around.

"Elizabeth, just stop!" Dean said, his eyes darted down to her hands and she saw that blood was trickling out from under the tape. Elizabeth felt her breath become ragged and she crumpled. Dean pulled her close and her blood stained hands grabbed onto the fabric of his back, keeping him close.

"I could have done something!" She said through gritted teeth, salty tears stinging her eyes.

"I could have done something, the government could have done something," Dean said and he pulled Elizabeth back, "But, we are not going to focus on that okay? We are going to find her and bring her and the baby home." He said determinedly.

"Whatever it takes?" Elizabeth asked

"Whatever it takes." Dean said

Little did they know how far that statement would take them.