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She was a trained police officer turned detective and now a sergeant, she had seen too many guns to count in her days and carried one on her own waste every day for more than twenty years, yet as soon as she saw the silver revolver the large, strange man pulled from his belt, she couldn't do anything; she simply froze, more than terrified for what was to follow.

He barged into the apartment, causing Olivia to stumble backwards as he towered over her.

"Please." Liv felt her breath quicken and her heart rate turn to a rapid pounding.

The man still said nothing, but he instead laughed at the women trying to beg him to stop. He seemed unfazed, calm, and ready to attack the unarmed sergeant.

"Hey, stop playing look out and come get the kid." The man yelled to what seemed like no one, until a woman walked in from the hallway.

But as soon as she reached for Noah, Liv responded immediately, kicking the woman hard enough to make her fall to the ground. "You stupid, bitch." The woman cried out in pain.

The man stepped in quickly and the gun that was in his hand met Olivia's left temple. "Set the child down."

"No." Olivia tried to stay firm, but she could feel herself wavering. In that moment she had to make a decision because she cared more about what happened to Noah, than what happened to her.

"Put the damn child down!" The man pressed gun even harder to her head.

Liv carefully stepped to the side and gently placed Noah on the couch. The little boy teared up almost instantly, reaching for his momma and screaming her name. Olivia had to muster all the strength she had to turn away from him; nothing would hurt more than giving him up.

But it still wasn't enough for the armed man. "That's what I thought." And he grabbed her arm, twisting it as hard as he could behind her back, forcing her down to her knees.

The female partner of the man, had recovered from the blow delivered by Olivia and got up from the floor, headed straight for the couch where Noah sat, crying. She picked him up, making the little boy scream even louder and fight against the other woman's grip.

Olivia stared up at her attacker as he watched his partner. She studied every feature of his face; his brown eyes that were mean and filled with aggression, his bushy dark eyebrows, over-grown beard that took over his face, and his smirk. It was that smirk that sent a chill down her spine, like he knew that there was nothing and nobody that could challenge him.

"What are you looking at?" The man turned his attention back to where Olivia knelt on the floor.

That's when she had to make a choice. Liv moved as quickly as she possibly could and shot up from where she was, the top of her head rammed into the man's chin and sent him stumbling backwards. With him distracted, Olivia ran as best she could towards her bedroom, in search of her own gun.

But just when she thought she would make it, the man came charging after her, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her straight down to the floor, letting go just in time to let Olivia's head slam against the ground. The sergeant felt herself black out for a moment, before returning to consciousness to see the man step away and try to help the woman control Noah, who's faced was streamed with tears and his voice hoarse from screaming for his mama.

Olivia turned herself over onto her stomach and began to carefully push her body off the ground. Though, as soon as she made even the smallest movement he was back next to her and this time his foot made contact with her ribs. He kicked her repeatedly until he could hear her ribs cracking.

"Ahhh." Liv screamed out in pain.

"That's what you get bitch." And he landed one more kick against her torso for good measure.

Liv rolled onto her back, little cries leaving her as the pain seared through her. She turned her head slowly and watched as the man grabbed Noah from the woman; the little boy flailed around, trying to free himself, but he had no luck.

"No… Ple… Please… Don't." Her breathe was labored and her voice much quieter than she hoped, but Liv begged anyway.

Both the man and woman turned around, just barely making out Olivia's pleas.

"Why the hell is she still able to talk?" The woman turned to look at her partner.

"Here take the damn kid back." He pawned the little boy off again. "Go to the car, I'll finish her off."

Olivia assumed that it was all over now, the gun the man carried would finally be used for something other than a threat and she was never going to see her son again.

However, he had different ideas. He forced Olivia onto her feet, she was barely able to stand up and her body hurt more than she could have imagined and the room around her spun. The man reached again for her hair and led her back towards the living room, Liv whimpering the whole time from pain and fear. He stopped where they had stood earlier.

The man leaned in, his mouth right next to Olivia's ear. As he spoke, she felt his hot breath against her. "You can say goodbye now."

With full control over her body, the man gripped as hard as he could to her head by her hair and smashed Olivia's head against the edge of the coffee table. He hit it twice, until Olivia felt herself losing the battle and the world around her going black. Now that she was taken care of, the man dropped her body onto the floor like it was nothing and casually walked out of the open door.

Rafael Barba knew it was nearing ten pm when he made his way up the elevator of the building, but he had just gotten word about another matter involving his most recent case with the SVU team and he had to get to Olivia to discuss it. She didn't need to walk into the squad room the next morning and have countless surprises thrown at her.

He walked down the hall of Liv's apartment, phone in his hand as he answered a last minute email. But as soon as he looked up, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Olivia's apartment door was wide open.

His senses were instantly on high alert and he was slow to make his way all the way to the open door, almost scared to see what he might walk into. It was Oliva for Christ sake, he thought, whatever had caused her to leave the door open to anyone and everyone was probably serious.

"Olivia?" Barba said her name out loud as he got closer to the door, hoping that maybe there would be a response and an explanation.

"Hey, Liv?" He spoke again before reaching the doorway.

When he finally stood in plain view of the apartment, he didn't notice anything at first. Nothing seemed out of place, but it was eerily silent. No TV noises or the giggle of a small child, the usual noises that drifted from the apartment when Barba had visited previously.

"Olivia? It's Rafael…"

And that's when he heard it, a small moan coming from near the coffee table to his left in the living rom.

At first he thought maybe he had imagined it. He was hoping so hard to find something or anything that would give him answers, maybe he had just imagined the noise. But when he walked in further, he noticed the sock-covered feet that stuck out from between the couch and table in the living room.

"Oh my god, Liv!" Rafael had made it far enough into the room to finally see that he hadn't simply imagined the noise, it had come from Olivia.

She was laying, there, helpless, and bleeding. Her body was limp, there were obvious bruises on her face, and a small puddle of blood next to her head, but he couldn't see exactly where it was coming from.

"Mmhhmm." She groaned, unable to speak at the sound of Barba's voice.

"Here, Olivia, I'm right here." Barba reached for her hand and Olivia, with very little strength, reached back and gave it a little squeeze.

"No…" Her voice was small and weak, but Barba couldn't miss it.

"What is it?"

"No… Noah." She could barely make out her own son's name because it took more strength than she had.

Barba looked puzzled for a second and then it dawned on him; the little boy was nowhere to be found. He wasn't crawling or walking around the living room, none of his toys were being played with, and his usual babbling couldn't be heard, not even a cry could be heard through the apartment.

"Noah, did someone take Noah?"

She couldn't muster enough energy to give him a spoken answer, but she nodded her head just enough to let Barba know his assumption had been correct.

Barba held onto her hand a little tighter. "We're going to get him back Liv. We will."

With his free hand he grabbed his cell phone and speed dialed nine-one-one. They weren't going to get the little boy back if the only witness to the crime didn't make it long enough to tell about it.

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