AN: Sorry that this chapter is kind of short! But at least I've been a good girl, updating frequently! (: If I get some good reviews I'll update again today maybe. XD

Cragen handed Elliot six new papers.

"What's this?" Elliot asked.

"These are lists of where all the other guys have lived. A couple of these guys own places with basements," Cragen announced.

Elliot looked over the lists. "She could be in a basement," he said. "That's plausible."

Cragen nodded. "Yeah. Go with Munch and check everywhere, basements first," he ordered.

"Okay."

Munch and Elliot first arrived at a basement in an apartment building. It belonged to a prisoner named Jared Burns, and the apartment he'd owned was above the basement. Elliot and Munch pulled out their guns and got ready to make a bust. Elliot was sure that Olivia just had to be in one of these basements. She had to be. Where else would the prisoners go with her? There were only so many places that prisoners could go with a kidnapped detective and not get caught easily, and basements were one of them.

Sadly enough, once Elliot had cautiously gotten into the basement, he discovered black silence. Nobody was there, nobody at all. Well, she had to be in the next one or the one after that. There were three basements, and Elliot knew that Olivia had to be in one of them.

Elliot was shocked and horribly upset, though, when they proceeded to check both of the other basements and find nothing. Where else could she be?

They still had to check all of the apartments, but they didn't find anything even the least bit helpful. Rob had taken Olivia somewhere that the cops wouldn't be able to find. Great.

No news could have been worse for Elliot.

"Okay, Olivia, let's try something new," Rob said, annoyed that nothing was making her mad.

Olivia stared at him blankly and yawned, like she could seriously sleep in all the pain she was in.

Rob pulled out a knife and pushed up the blade. It looked like the kind of knife you used to cut carpet, except Olivia knew that it would be cutting into her flesh. Rob approached Olivia and put his hands on her chest. Olivia tried not to shiver from fear and anger when he squeezed her chest and moved his hands slowly down her body, finally reaching her ankles. Although she was so upset and sickened that she could vomit in Rob's hair and pee in her pants, she ignored her discomfort and kept a straight face, squeezing her teeth together so hard that she felt they would all fall out the next time she got to brush them.

Keep thinking about something else, she told herself. The next thing she thought about was Eli, Elliot's son. She wanted to see him. She wanted to hold him. She hadn't held him since his birth, when she'd delivered him. It had been nearly three years since she'd held him. But she had seen him, and she'd gotten to look at pictures of him on Elliot's desk every day. He was so cute. She thought about how great of a father Elliot was to him, and to all of his kids. Olivia wondered if Eli was talking a lot yet, and what he'd learned to say.

Soon, Olivia couldn't take her mind off the pain. Rob had taken off her shoes and socks and had cut into her calves and blood was running down her feet, slathering the cracks between her toes and filling every open spot in her toenails. It felt gooey, it felt disgusting. Now Rob was going to her arms. He grabbed her shoulder and ran the knife down her arm gently, not cutting her, but really just teasing and being the evil person that he was. The other six guys were laughing, watching Rob work. Olivia bit her lip so she wouldn't cry. Her legs hurt so bad. There was so much blood, it was everywhere. What if she bled to death? What if that was his goal? What if he was just going to torture her until she died?

"Elliot!" Cragen yelled.

Elliot's head snapped around from his desk, where he was studying useless documents that were supposed to help him find Olivia but hadn't actually helped at all.

"Yeah?"

Cragen walked up to him and handed him another piece of paper. "We just found out that one of the prisoners owns an empty warehouse way out in Jersey. It'll have to take at least two hours to get there, but I'd bet good money that Olivia's got to be there. I don't know where else they could have her," Cragen said.

Elliot jumped up from the desk, took the paper, grabbed Fin's arm, and started out of the precinct. When they got to the cop car, Elliot automatically climbed into the driver's seat, and Fin didn't protest. They both knew that Elliot would drive a lot faster when his incentive was Olivia. But Cragen said it would take at least two hours to get there. Would Olivia be all right for two more hours? She'd been there for around twelve hours! Would they make it there in enough time to rescue her?