Location: Unknown.

Olivia awoke feeling weak and disoriented. When she tried to move, she saw that she was laying in a bed. Her hands and feet were tied down with leather restraints. She was stripped down to her bra and panties with a thin blanket covering her body. She was in a hospital room that looked as if it hadn't been used in a decade. The white paint on the walls was chipping. The room smelled as if something, or someone died in there. Not to mention it was cold and drafty. The blanket was barely enough to keep Olivia warm. Dust and cobwebs covered everything from the light bulb on the ceiling, to the cracks in the walls, and all the way down to the floor. The only window in her room was across from her and had bars over it. The only other furniture was an old wooden nightstand next to her bed, and a wooden chair in a corner at the foot of her bed.

Fear and panic overcame Olivia as questions swam through her mind. How did she get here? Where was she? Was she still in the United States? Or was she in Canada? And where was Granger? Was he coming back? Or was he going to leave her here to die? Olivia didn't dare scream. If Granger was still around, he may hear her. But she knew one thing for sure. She had to figure out where she was and find a way to get a message to Elliot. She had left him one breadcrumb already for him to follow, but she needed to leave him another. But how? Olivia lifted her head and tried to peek out the window. Judging by the sun's position in the sky, she could tell it was morning. Not far off in the distance, she spotted a dirt road. Several teenagers here and there walked along, carrying their school bags. Suddenly, Olivia heard a rattling noise in the hall. The noise steadily grew louder as it came nearer to her. She laid her head back down just as Granger appeared in the doorway, rolling a medical cart into the room.

"Good morning," he greeted her menacingly. "Welcome to your new home."

Olivia shuddered at the thought of this place becoming her new home. She didn't dare tell him she may be carrying his child. She was afraid he would kill her if she did.

"I found you a housewarming gift," he taunted as he pushed the cart closer to her bed. "I raided the old pharmacy down the hall. You and I are gonna have some fun."

In the cart, were dozens of bottles of pills along with dozens of vials with different kinds of liquids. Next to the vials, was a box of empty syringes.

"Hmmmm..." Granger picked up a vial and examined the label. "I wonder what this one does."

He grabbed an empty syringe, inserted it into the vial, and carefully filled it up about halfway. Olivia realized what he was doing and tried to wiggle herself free from the restraints. But Granger was too quick. He held her arm down as he injected the syringe into her shoulder.

"NO!" Olivia screamed, tears rolling down her eyes. "STOP! PLEASE!"

"Scream all you want," he chuckled. "No one can here you."

"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed. "You got your revenge back in the motel room. Just please let me go."

"I don't know," he unsnapped her bra. "Maybe I've grown fond of you."

He cupped her breasts in his hands, gently massaging them. Olivia shivered, begging him to stop, but he ignored.

"I will say this," he added. "Out of all the women I've been with, you're definitely one of my favorites."

Granger released her breasts and moved his lower to her panties. Olivia felt the effects of the drug take over as her body began to relax. She became more disoriented, unable to fight him off. Her senses became hazy, as she became sweaty and her heart began to race. Her breathing became shallow.

"Plus," he added, pulling her panties down to her ankles. "You were such a good girl last night. You slept so quietly during the car ride that Border Patrol didn't even notice you hiding in the backseat. I want to show my appreciation and thank you properly."

Olivia quivered and released a soft moan as he slid two fingers between her legs. His other hand gently fondled her breasts. She tried to resist, but couldn't stop her body from giving in, as his fingers slid back and forth inside her.

"No, no, no, no," she whimpered. "Please stop!"

"That's not what you're body is saying," Granger whispered in her ear. "Don't deny it. Let me give your body it wants."

He pulled his fingers out of her and removed his pants and underwear. He then climbed onto the bed and positioned himself above her. Olivia shut her eyes as his manhood entered between her legs.

"Open your eyes," he told her, thrusting inside her. "You know what happened last time you did that."

Without protest, she opened her eyes. She didn't want him to hit her again.

"Good girl," he grinned evilly, realizing she was completely under his control.

A moan escaped Olivia's mouth as her body moved with his against her will, the pleasure increasing with every thrust. Granger held her head in his hands, watching the expression on her face as she tried to resist. He knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, and kissed Olivia.

He grabbed her ass with both hands as he thrust faster and deeper. Olivia released a loud, long moan as her body writhed uncontrollably beneath his. She lost the fight as her body finally succumbed to the intense pleasure as she reached her climax. Moments later, Granger reached his own climax.

"You were great," he complimented her as he caught his breath.

He climbed off her and sat at the foot of her bed, examining the bottles in the cart. Meanwhile, Olivia lay sobbing, still dizzying from the injection. Her body was shivering from the rape and from the cold draft blowing through the room. A mixture of emotions overwhelmed her. She felt ashamed and humiliated that her body reacted the way it did, even though the drug had made her more susceptible. Mostly, she feared that Elliot may never find her, that she may stay in this miserable place, being tortured to death at Granger's hands.

Olivia watched as Granger filled another syringe from another vial. She closed her eyes and sobbed.

"No more...please," she begged and pleaded, her voice weak. "I can't...take it."

He ignored her cries and grabbed her arm. A twisted grin and a cold dark stare spread across his face.

"Let's see what this one does," he sneered, holding up the syringe.

Location: Canada.

Dana and Elliot checked in at a local motel, then headed over to the nearest Mounted Police station. When they arrived, they met with the officers assigned to help them with their case.

"Hello," greeted the female officer. "I'm Gina Coleman. And this is my partner, Max Torelli." She held out two coffee cups. "Coffee? I'm sure you guys could you some after the long drive up here."

She handed Elliot and Dana each a cup of fresh, hot coffee.

"Yes, thank you," Dana introduced herself and Elliot. "I'm FBI Agent Dana Lewis and this is Detective Elliot Stabler."

"So, what have you got?" asked Elliot, wasting no time.

"Well," started Max. "After you sent us the APB on the Honda Civic, we got a hit from Border Patrol."

"Border Patrol had his picture," stated Elliot. "How the hell did he make it past them?"

"See for yourself," Gina handed him and Dana a handful of photos.

Elliot and Dana looked at the face of Dennis Granger in disguise. He was wearing a dark wig, fake mustache, and sunglasses. There was no sign of Olivia in the car.

"The man at the rest stop was right," confirmed Dana. "There's Granger, but no Olivia."

"True, but look at this," Elliot pointed at the photo behind Granger's head. "Anybody have a magnifying glass?"

Max rummaged through his desk drawers until he found a magnifying glass, which he handed over to Elliot and Dana. Elliot placed it over the photo. In the backseat of the car it looked as if Granger had packed for a long trip. Several bags were stuffed on the seats and the floor. But sticking out from under one of the bags was a hand. Olivia's hand.

"Son of a bitch!" Dana gasped. "He buried her under the bags!"

She looked up and saw how angry and worried Elliot looked.

"Don't worry," she consoled him. "I'm positive she's alive. He drugged her, remember? She's just unconscious in the photo. I'm sure of it."

"I really hope you're right," he told her. "He also tried to kill her once before, remember?"

Elliot silently vowed to himself that if he found Olivia dead, he would make Granger wish he were dead.

"Is everything alright?" interrupted Gina.

"It will be," Elliot said without hesitation.

"In that case," Max chimed in. "It's time to get to work. The Honda Civic was found empty and abandoned on a dirt road on the outskirts of town. No signs of either Granger or Olivia. But we have a team headed over to the former Grady residence. The four of us are going to search Granger's old childhood home. You guys ready to go?"

"I've been ready," said Elliot.

"I second that," added Dana.

"Alright, then," said Gina. "Let's go."

Location: Canada. Granger's Childhood Home.

Elliot and Dana drove their car and followed Max and Gina up to Granger's former home. They parked their cars just out of view from the house, then walked the rest of the way. The didn't want to risk Granger spotting them, for fear he may kill Olivia if he did. The four of them stood before the dilapidated old house deciding how to go about the search. The roof was caved in on one side. All the windows and doors were boarded up. The siding had completely fallen off one side of the house, while on the rest of the house, bits and pieces had fallen off here and there. Not to mention there were signs of significant termite damage.

"There's a basement door around back," Max spoke softly. "We could probably get in through there."

They crept silently toward the house, making their way around the side and to the back. As the went along, Gina noticed one of the side windows was broken and pointed it out to the rest of the team.

"It just big enough for us to fit through," she whispered.

"Why don't we split up?" Dana suggested, quietly.

"Good idea," agreed Elliot, in a hushed tone. "Gina, you and Max continue around back. Dana and I will go in through the window."

So it was settled. Max and Gina went around back, while Elliot hopped in through the window. Once he was inside, he pulled Dana in and they began their search. They found themselves in what used to be a living room. The curtains were moth-eaten. The floral wallpaper was peeling. The furniture was decaying and covered in mold. And the entire room reeked of mold and mildew. Elliot drew their guns as they searched. They left the living room and wandered down the hall, pointing their weapons into every room they passed. They searched the kitchen, the bathroom, and a bedroom. No sign of Olivia or Granger.

They carefully and quietly crept up the rotted wooden stairs. They continued pointing their guns as they searched two bedrooms and a bathroom. Still no sign of Olivia or Granger. They reached the end of hall where another door was located. They opened it to find a staircase leading to the attic. With their weapons still drawn, they silently tiptoed up the stairs and into the attic. They pointed their guns around and then declared that the attic was clear once they found no one there. Elliot and Dana stood there, staring at the gaping hole in the roof.

"She's not here," Elliot sighed, putting his gun down. "There's no sign she ever was."

"We'll find her," Dana assured him, also putting her gun down. "We can't give up now. We're so close. I can feel it."

"I'm not giving up," he told her. "I'll never stop looking for Liv. I just want to find her...alive." He paused a moment to gather his thoughts. "When I found her in the motel room, naked, unconscious, and bleeding from her head, it nearly tore me apart. I'll never forgive myself if he kills her. I still haven't forgiven myself for letting Kathy and the kids die."

Dana placed a gentle hand on Elliot's shoulder.

"That was not your fault," she comforted him. "You can't keeping blame yourself for that. You may not have been able save them, but you can get justice for them. And for Olivia. We will find her alive. I just know it."

"God," he said, a tear rolling down his eye. "I can't even imagine what Granger must be doing to her now."

"You'll have your chance at him," she assured him.

"I sure hope so" Elliot said. "And you're right. About everything else. Thanks."

"No problem," she smiled at him, removing her hand from his shoulder. "Let's go find Max and Gina and get out of here. Maybe the other team had better luck at the Grady place."

As if on cue, Gina and Max entered the attic. Max's phone rang just as they reached the top step. He answered as the two of them walked toward Dana and Elliot.

"Did you guys find anything?" Elliot asked them.

Gina nodded. "A shitload of bones in the basement. And they're all human. But no sign of your perp and victim. What about you guys?"

"Nothing," answered Dana. "There's no sign either of them were ever here. I hope your other team had better luck than we did."

"Think again," Max hung up his phone.

"Was that your other team?" inquired Elliot.

"Yep," replied Max. "They came to the same conclusion as we did. Nothing. No signs anyone had been there in years. But they're on their way here to examine the bones in the basement."

"You should have them search the backyard too," Gina added, staring at the backyard through the hole in the roof. "Who the hell knows what or who else he may have buried there."

"Just fucking great," Elliot grumbled. "Now we're back to square one."

"Not exactly," Dana told him. "We know they crossed the border into Canada. And the car was abandoned, so they couldn't have gotten far."

"Let's get back to the station and figure it out," suggested Max. "We'll take a closer look at all the evidence."

"Alright," Elliot gave in, reluctantly.

Elliot followed the rest of the team towards the attic stairs when suddenly the wind shifted. It shook the already weakened roof so hard that it loosened a wooden beam. They cried out as the four of them ducked out of the way, barely missing the beam as it was now dangling above them, blocking the attic stairs.

"Okay," Gina said, calmly. "I think if we go one at a time slowly and carefully under the beam, we should be fine."

They all agreed it was the best way to go about it.

"Ladies first," Max insisted.

Gina went first, carefully ducking under the beam and slowly creeping down the stairs. Dana went next, followed by Max. Elliot went last. He was almost under the beam when the shifted again, shaking the roof so hard that the beam snapped and struck him in the shoulder.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" Elliot screamed in agony. "FUCK!"

He tried to move, but he was pinned under the beam.

"Elliot!" Dana shouted, as she came to his aide. "Hang in there! We'll get you out!"

"Why?" he moaned in pain. "Why do I always get hurt when you're near me?"

Max and Gina exchanged confused looks.

"It's the pain talking," Dana told them. "Ignore him. Now help me out here. Gina, lift the beam with me. Max, you pull Elliot out."

Gina and Dana slowly lifted the beam, as Max gently pulled Elliot out from under it. They then helped Elliot down the stairs and through the rest of the house. Once they were safely outside, Dana handed her car keys to Gina and Max who went to bring the cars closer to the house. Meanwhile, Dana removed Elliot's jacket and shirt and examined his shoulder. It was bleeding profusely and covered in splinters.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "That looks horrible!"

She took his shirt and used as a makeshift bandage for his shoulder.

"There was a rusty nail in the beam," he flinched as Dana applied pressure. "The nail went in my shoulder."

"Ouch," she made a face. "You'll most likely need a Tetanus shot, but otherwise, you should be just fine."

Elliot groaned. "Every fucking time I'm near you, I get hurt. I'm surprised I haven't died yet."

Max and Gina pulled into the driveway. Max, who was in Dana's car, got out and opened the passenger side door for Elliot to get in.

"Okay, you stubborn bastard," Dana chuckled as she helped him up off the ground. "Let's get your ass in the car. We're taking you to the hospital."

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