Totally fudging this whole CIA thing, but ya know this is fan fiction so go with me! Ha!
Also I'll be traveling tomorrow through the holiday so I'll try and get an update in sometime, but not promising. :/ Will definitely have your AO for you in the New Year though :D
Thanks for the reviews and I wish you all a very happy holiday! -M
Ch.11
She sat, her knees pressed against her chest.
The silence driving her mad.
Her thoughts driving her mad.
Fear and anger ruled her every dizzy thought.
She had wrapped the blood stained blanket around herself as she had shivered through the night from her lack of clothing in the damp basement.
She hadn't seen Lucas in what she thought was days ago, when he had brought her food.
He brought her food and when she declined it, he hit her repeatedly, "punishing her" as he called it, then shoving her in to the wall.
More cuts.
More blood.
More bruises.
Another day.
Why hadn't she seen him again?
Not that she was looking forward to his visits, but she knew it was well in to another day.
Too much time had past for it to not be another day.
She squeezed her eyes shut unable to stop the pounding in her head.
She tried to stand only to fall to her knees throwing up what was left of the contents in her stomach.
She lay down on the cool cement, her head pounding against the ground.
She laid there, her breath labored trying to regain her strength to sit up again.
Maybe Lucas had left her? Maybe he wasn't come back? Maybe she really would die here.
She had begged him several times to kill her, to just go ahead and do what he wanted to do.
It would be quick instead of leaving her here to die slowly.
But maybe that's what he wanted; maybe he wanted her to die slowly, painfully.
Delirium was setting in.
She had been talking out loud about her life.
In to an empty room.
She had spent a life of self-pity; thinking she should have never been born.
A mother who constantly reminded her of the anguish her presents caused her…
A guarded, self-protected life that mostly kept her from finding the love she wanted, the love she needed.
She was thinking now how she missed that life.
She was anxious to run from it almost a year ago, anxious to step out of her life and in to someone else.
In to Samantha Gray's life.
She had wanted to leave everything that had become too complicated.
Her life, her love, her loss.
Her job was tired. She was worn and had grown angry to the daily dismay of human kind.
She had lost Elliot by her side. And it was now just something that she had to "get over". He had his own life, his own decisions, his own demons.
Her failed relationship with David Hayden, a man that was different, a good man she had fallen in love with… again, the job took that away.
And then there was Alexandra Cabot.
In and out of her life, a best friend that captured her heart, that filled the emptiness inside of her like no one ever had.
She left her life as to not add Alex to the list of people she had ruined, ran away from, lost.
It was quiet, only hauntingly made up sounds.
The silence driving her mad.
Her thoughts driving her mad.
AOAOAOAOAO
They had found Lucas Quinn.
They had watched his every move from outside of his home in Dublin.
11 hours straight of watching him from every angle possible.
No suspicious behavior, no Samantha.
When his front door opened, Lucas walked out, got in his car… they trailed him.
His stops, his routes all dictated.
No signs of Samantha, no signs of trouble.
Nothing suspicious until Lucas strayed from his route taking a right turn off of the main road.
"You have an eye on him?" Martin asked in to thin air as he rode in the backseat of the Range Rover two cars back.
"We've still got him. There is a cottage on the hill ahead." Martin heard from his earpiece.
"Men this may be it, this may be where he has her. Be prepared for anything."
As soon as Martin finished his words, Lucas suddenly took a sharp turn off the gravel road, making a quick turn around, speeding past the first car following him…
"Fuck! He's made us, he's running!"
"Stay on him! Don't loose him! We're going to the cottage!" Martin yelled.
They sped down the gravel road breaking from the rest of the team. Martin and the men in his car prepared themselves for whatever they would find ahead.
"You still have him?" Martin questioned.
"We're still on him!"
Martin then sat silent looking at the cottage ahead of him.
"I don't have to remind you our number one priority is finding her." Martin said with authority.
By the time they made it within a 100 yards of the house, Martin and his team crept up the driveway unsure if they would meet anyone at the cottage.
They got out of the car and split up, surveying around the house.
"Any sign of her?" Martin asked.
"Looks quiet."
"She has to be in there. Quinn hasn't made any suspicious moves until today. She has to be in here."
"How do you want to go in?" he heard from his earpiece.
"Lets try a back door. It may just be a simple break in."
It was.
Martin and his team swarmed the seemingly empty house.
"This is an old cottage, we're looking for an under ground passage, a wine seller… check everywhere."
The men rummaged through the house.
Every corner, behind large pieces of furniture…
The bedroom.
"Martin! We've got something!" Came voice blaring through the house.
Martin ran towards the sound of the voice.
Martin looked to the large portrait of the familiar brunette leaning against the wall in the bedroom.
"That Celeste?"
"Yes." Martin answered almost reverently.
When he answered his team pushed the portrait aside revealing a small door.
A door that led to old wooden stairs.
Martin went first, his gun gripped tightly in his hand.
He crept down the stairs, his team behind him.
There she was.
Samantha.
Olivia.
He ran to the limp body that was pressed against the concrete.
"Samantha! Samantha!" he called out with urgency.
"We've got her!" One of the men yelled back.
Martin checked her pulse, relived to feel her heart beating against his fingers.
He surveyed her body.
She had been beaten repeatedly and the gashes in several places on her head, matched the bloodstains against the stone wall.
"Samantha! Can you hear me? Samantha?" he said not wanting to disrupt her too much.
Olivia suddenly mumbled.
Her words inaudible.
She tried to push Martin away, but her arms failed her.
"No, no Samantha it's ok. It's me Martin. We'll get you out of here."
She mumbled her words again, but this time holding on to Martin's sleeve.
The last two days that she thought she was talking out loud to herself she had only been mumbling, only having conversation in her mind.
"I don't know if anything is broken. He said looking back to one of his men, but we have to get out of here."
Before his team could respond, Martin scooped her up and made his way up the stairs.
When they finally made it in to the back of the car with Olivia, they let the rest of the team know, "We've got her!"
Olivia had opened her swollen eyes, looking frightened at Martin.
"Samantha you're ok, you'll be ok. It's over, it's over." He assured her.
"What about Quinn?" Martin bellowed.
A split second of silence went out in to the air.
"We lost him."
AOAOAOAOAOA
A knock on Alex's office door.
"Yes?" She said looking up from her trial notes.
A man in an expensive suit stood in the open door way.
"Ms. Cabot?"
Alex stood from her chair.
"Yes? "Can I help you with something?"
"May I?' The man asked before closing the door.
Alex nodded in approval.
"Ms. Cabot I am Agent Michael Thomas, I am with the CIA." He said flashing her his credentials. "We were updating Captain Cragen on the status of Ms. Olivia Benson and he said it would best to inform you on the status as well."
Alex's eyes widened.
"Olivia?" Seeped out of her mouth.
"Ms. Cabot, she has been found." He said straight faced.
Alex for a moment couldn't say anything. The lump in her throat had told her that Agent Thomas was coming to tell her Olivia was dead.
She swallowed hard, fighting tears.
"She's, she's ok?" she stammered.
"She's alive. We know that much. She has been taken to a hospital in Dublin. Her CIA informant is with her.
"Hospital? She's in Dublin?"
"Ms. Cabot, I was informed that you are a former WitSec, as well as Ms. Benson's contact if needed, and she was no longer on assignment. And I will trust as an officer of the court, as well as for Ms. Benson's utmost safety you will understand that what I am about to inform you will be completely confidential."
"Yes of course. Of course it will."
"She is in a hospital in Dublin, Ireland. She was transported there after agents found her in the basement in a cottage in Dublin. She had been there for several weeks after being kidnapped in Paris."
"She was in Paris?" Alex repeated letting it sink in.
"Yes ma'am," was all Agent Thomas said.
"I have to go to Dublin! I have to see her!"
"Ma'am it sensitive at the moment. Her identity as Olivia Benson is still protected and unknown, as well as her alias is now in jeopardy as well… Her captor is still out there."
"What? Does he know she was rescued? Does he know where to find her?" Alex asked panicked.
"No ma'am. She has been taken to the hospital under great security. When she is in stable enough condition, she will be transported to a larger hospital in London where she can "disappear". As of now she is hidden in the depth of the hospital in Dublin under a second alias."
"You said she's no longer under assignment, what do I have to do to get to see her?" Alex asked anxiously.
Agent Thomas straightened, preparing to leave.
"We will be expecting you at the CIA offices in two hours. Pack your bags and tell absolutely no one you are leaving."