Where did she get off to in this maze? He always did hate the way the alleys on this side of town sprawled awkwardly and zig zag behind the buildings. He continued to where she had first disappeared behind the buildings. He drew a calm breath, grabbed his walkie talkie to call to her but heard the sound of metal erupting against metal bouncing against the alleyway walls. He took off sprinting deeper in the chaos that the concrete walk and the wet grime provided, the sound of other feet smashing in the puddles reached his trained ears. Elliot stopped around an intersection and glanced around. "Liv?!" He saw someone burst across the opening not slowing even as he got hot on their tail. "Hey, stop!" Elliot yelled to what seemed to be a younger aged man right at his fingertips, he reached forward trying to snag at his jacket. But the runner ducked down another path. Elliot's larger frame couldn't correct until his body pushed against a wall losing his momentum and breath. He could hear other officers shouting their id and halts, but not her. Where was she? He wiped his hands on his pants and called out to her.
"Elliot to Liv." Nothing, he began to walk to the opening of this maze.
"Liv do you copy?" Nothing. He took off now worried at her not answering twice.
Back out on the street where CSU had charged down another alley to process. To process what or who? He made a move toward the alley before Munch caught his shoulder. "Did you catch Olivia?"
"What do you mean?" El's eyebrows furrowed up.
"She took off."
"Where?" Panic slightly setting in as he looked around not seeing her among their colleagues or her voice in any of the conversations. "Over there." Munch ushered to an adjacent opening. He barreled to the path. "Liv!" He looked hard into the shadows that the alley offered to his search. Elliot fished out his flashlight. "Olivia!" He began hearing a low grudge sound. Looking around the hushed area, he followed the somewhat animalistic sound. El turned down and walked back a little and swung the light, catching sight of her on the ground and an animal on her, in her blood. "Get the hell away from her!" Gun drawn he advanced to his partner. The light shone off of the knife in the preps hand. He had to fight the urge to not shoot this bastard and rush to her.
He tried to remain composed, "NYPD. I want you to drop the weapon and step away from the officer." The perpetrator stood, shaking and sobbing, Elliot looked as the slender fingers let the knife fall. The blood staining her hands made his stomach drop in fury and sickness. "SVU portable, we have an officer down, immediate assist." Elliot stepped closer and the thin frame took a step back. His gun kept trained on the prep while crossing he hand full of strides to her. The light shone better on the assailant, it was a young woman that was disfigured in a manner he was not ready for. The hood she wore shielded part of her face but on her cheeks and mouth Elliot could see cuts and scars, bruises. What will be the story for her but he cuffed her and sat her on the ground, still shaking. He went to Olivia. "Hey Liv, wake up. Open those eyes for me." No answer. "They're coming, just hold on." He cradled her hand in his not wanting to move her for fear of causing more damage. NYPD EMS rushed in and secured the downed detective onto a backboard. He followed in their Crown Vic. He would not leave her, he couldn't.