Location: FBI Safe House.
Olivia sat at the table staring into space, pushing her eggs and bacon around on the plate with her fork. She didn't sleep much the night before. Her thoughts and emotions had kept her awake all night, weeping silently. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were puffy and red. She still couldn't look Elliot in the face. He had been trying to talk to her since last night. At least then she was able to brush him off by telling him she was tired. But now there was no beating around the bush. Dana had told Elliot she was stepping out to get some groceries, although she and Olivia both knew she was also going to buy a home pregnancy test. So now Olivia was left alone with Elliot. It was going to come out eventually, whether she wanted it to or not.
"Liv," Elliot was seated at the table across from her.
"What?" she asked, without looking up.
"Why are you being like this?" he demanded to know. "Talk to me. And don't tell me it's nothing because I know it's something. You refused to talk to me last night and today. Hell, you won't even look at me! Not too mention I heard you crying last night. What is going on with you?"
"I don't know," Olivia snapped. "Why did you lie about my rape kit?"
"Oh, I see," Elliot realized. "So who told you?"
"That's not important," she finally looked him in the eyes. "What's important is that you lied to me!"
"I'm sorry, Liv," he apologized. "I thought I was protecting you. But I was wrong."
"How could you lie to me?" she cried.
"Because," he confessed. "I thought it would hurt you to know! I've seen how some victims react to rape kits. I was afraid if I told you, then you would feel violated all over again."
"I understand that, El," Olivia responded. "But I asked you to be honest with me. And not to treat me any differently than you would any victim. But you couldn't even do that!"
Olivia stood up from the table and started to walk away, but Elliot grabbed her hand.
"Liv, please?" Elliot pleaded with her.
"I don't want to hear it anymore," she pulled her hand away from his. "I'll be in room. Let me know when Dana gets back."
She stormed up the stairs to her bedroom and locked the door. She threw herself on the bed and began to cry again. Part of her wished Elliot would comfort and hold her, but the other part of her wanted him as far away as possible. But more than anything she wished Dana would get back soon. Olivia really wanted to take the pregnancy test and get over with, yet at the same time she dreaded seeing the result. She thought about her menstrual cycle, trying to determine whether she was in fact late or not. She realized with everything that has happened lately, she hadn't been keeping track. What she really needed was a calender. She looked around. In one corner of the room stood a desk, which Olivia thought seemed like a good enough place to keep a calender. As she searched, Elliot knocked on the door.
"Liv, are you okay?" he asked.
"No!" she yelled. "Leave me alone!"
"I really am sorry," he called. "Please talk to me, Liv. You can't possibly stay in there all day. You gotta come out sometime."
"Just leave already!" Olivia shouted.
"Fine," Elliot reluctantly gave up. "I'm here when you're ready to talk. I'll check on you again in a little while."
He went back downstairs, and Olivia went back to searching. But there was no calender in the desk. Then she remembered there was a calender on her cell phone. She pulled it out of her pocket and flipped it open. She scrolled through the menu and opened the calender. She checked the date and then did the math in her head. Olivia realized she was over two weeks late.
"No, no, no, no!" Olivia broke down in tears again.
She sat on the bed and hugged her knees as she wept. What if she really was pregnant? Olivia wasn't sure if she could handle it. The thought of carrying her rapist's child made her feel completely disgusted with herself. She could never put a child through what her own mother had put her through. And she didn't feel too strongly about abortion, yet at the same time, she didn't completely object to it either.
Suddenly, Olivia began to feel suffocated. Her heartbeat sped up and she started hyperventilating. She rushed to the window and threw it open. She let the cool breeze wash over her face as she breathed in some fresh air. She closed her eyes as she tried to breathe slowly and deeply. She tried to clear her mind of all her worries and think of better things to calm her down. Olivia thought of the rare happy moments she had in her life. But mostly she thought of Elliot. Her mind drifted back to that special night in the motel room. She remembered laying in his arms after they made passionate love, gazing lovingly into each others eyes. She wished that night could have lasted forever.
Olivia opened her eyes. A sudden thought occurred to her. She and Elliot had made love a week before she was raped. If she was indeed pregnant, the baby could very well be Elliot's. That fact gave her a little relief. But she still couldn't help but worry. She decided to talk to Elliot. He deserved to know that she may possibly be carrying his child. After all he'd been through, she couldn't keep that from him. But first, she wanted to take a shower. She felt icky and as though her skin were crawling. She knew a shower would calm her down. She opened the door and went downstairs.
Elliot was sitting in the living room in an armchair facing the stairs. He put down his newspaper when heard Olivia coming down. He became deeply concerned. She looked worse than she did at breakfast.
"Liv," he started to say in a gentle manner.
"I'm sorry," Olivia threw her arms around him and sobbed.
"I'm sorry too," Elliot cradled her and stroked her hair. "I'll never lie to you again."
Even though she had gone only a day without speaking to him, Olivia missed his touch. It felt so good to be in his arms again. She took a deep breath as she felt her body start to relax.
"I appreciate that," she spoke softly. "Even though I understand why you did."
"You don't have to talk now if you don't want to," he comforted her. "I should've never tried to force you."
"It's alright," she forgave him. "I should've talked to you. I need to talk to you. But I just want to shower first. I feel like my skin is crawling. Not to mention all this moving around has seriously got me on edge."
"I know how you feel," he kissed her forehead. "But go ahead. And take as long as you need. I'll be in the kitchen waiting for you."
Olivia let go of Elliot and went into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and let the bathtub fill with water. She was about to undress when she realized there were no towels in the bathroom. Then she remembered that there was a closet in the hall. She left the bathroom and wandered over to the closet.
"Liv?" Elliot called, hearing the noise she was making. "Is that you? Everything alright?"
"Yea, I'm fine," she confirmed. "Just getting a fresh towel from the closet."
"Just making sure," he called.
She opened it to find plenty of fresh towels inside. Olivia reached in and pulled one out. But as she was about to shut the closet door, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Suddenly, all of her limbs became numb and she fell to the floor. She tried to cry out, but couldn't open her mouth, or even make a sound. Towering above her, was Dennis Granger, smiling wickedly and holding a syringe in his hand. He leaned over her.
"Hello, Detective" he whispered into her ear. "Miss me?"
Location: Outside The City.
Dana checked her mirrors, making sure she wasn't being followed then turned down a half hidden dirt road. At the end of the road she pulled into the driveway of the safe house and turned off the ignition. She grabbed the groceries and a smaller bag containing a home pregnancy test and exited the car. Inside the house, she found Elliot in the kitchen, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper.
"Hey," she greeted him. "Where's Olivia?"
"In the shower," he answered. "She needed to relax. She had a rough morning. Here, let me help you with those."
He took a few bags from her.
"Oh, honey," she started putting away groceries. "The poor woman had a rough night."
"You heard her crying too?" Elliot assumed.
"Yea," she said, but she was also referring to something else.
Once Dana and Elliot put away the groceries, Dana grabbed the small bag containing the home pregnancy test and went over to the bathroom.
"Olivia?" she knocked on the door. "I got the thing you asked me to get."
Dana didn't speak loudly because she didn't want Elliot to overhear. She was sure Olivia didn't want Elliot to know anything. Also, Dana wasn't sure if Olivia had spoken to Elliot since last night. When she didn't get a response, Dana knocked again.
"Olivia?" she called again, this time a little louder. "Is everything alright in there?"
Still no answer. Dana started to worry. She raised her hand to knock again when she felt her feet becoming wet inside her shoes. She looked down to see a puddle of water coming from under the bathroom door. The puddle had surrounded her feet and was growing, making its way down the hall. Panic-stricken, Dana threw open the door.
"Elliot!" Dana yelled. "Get in here! Now!"
Dana dropped the bag as she stepped through the flooded bathroom to turn off the faucet of the overflowing bathtub. The bathroom was a mess, but there was no sign of Olivia anywhere.
"What the hell happened?" Elliot cried out as he burst into the bathroom. "Where's Liv?"
"You tell me!" Dana demanded. "You were the one watching her!"
"How could this have happened?" Elliot tried to make sense of the situation. "She was in the bathroom the whole time!"
"Are you sure she didn't come out at all?" Dana questioned him.
"Once," he remembered. "She went to get a fresh towel out of the closet. I peeked into the hallway and saw the door open. I asked her if she was okay and she said she was fine."
Elliot retraced Olivia steps from the bathroom to the closet. He opened the closet door and stood for a moment, thinking how Olivia could have been taken. That's when it hit him.
"Dana, look at the door," he showed her as he held it open. "When it's open it blocks the hallway. Son of a bitch grabbed Liv when she was searching for a towel. He knew I wouldn't be able to see him."
"That makes sense," Dana nodded.
"But how the hell did he get her out of the house?" Elliot asked himself.
"How did he even know she was here?" Dana wondered out loud.
"He's a cop," Elliot reminded her. "He knows how to follow without being seen."
He looked around the hall, for any clues. But there was nothing.
"There's no sign of a struggle," Elliot noticed. "He must have incapacitated her somehow. She didn't scream for me."
He turned around looking for Dana, but she wasn't in the hallway anymore.
"Elliot!" she called. "You need to see this!"
He followed her voice into the back bedroom next to the bathroom. Dana was putting a pair of latex gloves. Elliot followed her example and did the same.
"He came in and then left through the window," Dana pointed to the open window behind her. "And this is what he used to incapacitate her. He must have dropped it as he carried Olivia out the window."
She held up an empty syringe.
"I'll call my team," Dana pulled out her phone and began dialing.
"And I'll call my captain," Elliot took out his phone and dialed Cragen's number.
Location: SVU Squad Room.
"Yo Munch!" called Fin. "What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be helping me identify these bodies."
"I am," Munch called back. " I was also just trying to figure out where Granger might be hiding."
"Did you find anything?" asked Fin.
"Not yet," replied Munch. "There are no more clues in the real Tucker's and Harris' files. And I don't know where else to look."
"There's gotta be something," Fin said. "Maybe we overlooked something."
"I thought the same thing," Munch told him. "I can't tell you how many times I went through their files."
"Let me look now," Fin insisted. "You take over the body ID's."
Before either of them got started, Cragen stormed out of his office and into the squad room.
"We got a problem," Cragen informed them. "Granger sneaked into the safe house and abducted Liv. We need to know where he's going with her and fast! Elliot is on line two. Put him on speaker."
Munch picked up the receiver and pushed the blinking red button. Then he pushed the button marked "Speaker" and placed the receiver back in its cradle.
"Elliot," Munch spoke aloud. "We got you on speaker. What's happening?"
Elliot updated them on the situation.
"Please tell me you've figured out where he's going," Elliot pleaded.
"No such luck, my friend," Munch told him. "Has Dana and her FBI buddies found anything?"
"Not yet," Elliot answered. "She's still in the phone with them. She has her guys checking for recently rented or stolen vehicles."
"I think I got something," interrupted Fin, as he hung up his phone. "All this time we've been looking in his alias' background, but we haven't looked at Granger's Canadian record since we first suspected him."
"What did you find?" Elliot asked.
"I just spoke Canadian authorities from Granger's hometown," began Fin. " I came up with two places. The house where his parents died is still standing, but it's condemned. I guess no one wanted it after what happened, and it fell apart over the years. The second, is the Grady residence. The bank foreclosed on it after Carl and Alan's parents died. It's still sitting there empty."
"He's taking her home," Cragen realized.
"Of course," added Munch. "It makes sense he'd want to take her somewhere personal."
"Text me the addresses," Elliot instructed Fin.
"Munch, Fin, alert Border Patrol and Canadian authorities," ordered Cragen. "Elliot, bring Olivia back to us."
"Will do, Captain," said Elliot. He then addressed Dana. "Pack your bags. We're going to Canada."
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