Olivia was helpless to do anything. She hit him as hard as her weak arms would allow, but the blows didn't phase him as they littered his legs. The air suddenly had skin to touch when he turned his back to her, still sitting atop her. Her pants came down with no effort.

Olivia's heart pounded in her throat, the air beginning to filter out from her lungs, never to be replaced. Her brain spun. As much as she willed herself to take the end with a stern face, she couldn't stop the terror from welling up inside her. He was going to rape her. It was over if he did. She'd rather die than have to remember the feeling of him within her very being, taking everything she had left.

Lewis didn't move to where Olivia could regain at least a little leverage. He didn't move off of her yet. Instead, she gasped at the contact he made with her core. His fingers were on her flesh. She almost threw up. She wished she could. Her arms became alive, feeling around her for some kind of weapon. They stopped above her as she opened her mouth wide in painful surprise when he pushed four of his meaty fingers into her. He was taking what he wanted.

Olivia hardly had the capacity to think straight. It hurt - it hurt her body. It hurt her soul.

This can't be happening. This isn't happening.

Emily is free. You fight until you're dead.

Don't let this happen.

And as the last word crossed her mind, Olivia's hand caught the bottom edge of the hammer's handle. Her grip tightened on it when Lewis pulled his digits out of her and loudly sucked on every finger. The anger mounted.

Olivia was going to finish it. She had nothing to fear. If he threatened to kill her if she didn't give him what he wanted, she had already been expecting to die. She'd die before she would consciously let him rape her.

Her arm swung itself, sending the hammer into the space between his shoulder blades. The sound he made as he lurched forward was one of strangled unpreparedness. Olivia felt his weight go forward as he reeled. She swung again, catching him lower in his back. That time, Lewis moved sideways, ready to turn and grab the hammer from her. As his weight shifted, Olivia pulled her legs from him and stood up unsteadily. She pulled what he'd undone back to where it had been before, not having time to belt her pants. But she was dressed again - dressed and ready to fight.

In the darkness, he came at her again. It was mind-boggling how much stamina the man had. He was so strong, so able to recover from a heavy blow. She swung at him again as he put his fist in the air, throwing it at her. She hit his arm as his hand smashed into her jaw. He growled, recovering quickly as Olivia's eyes watered, her balance thrown for a loop.

Lewis tossed another punch, one so much harder than the last. He hit her just above her ear. The force was absorbed by her temple, making her crumple to the ground within seconds. The hammer fell from her hands as her body collapsed. Her eyes closed again.

Lewis laid her flat, not caring that she wasn't awake. He was taking what was his.

It was 4:30 in the morning when Brian stumbled into the apartment, needing sleep. He'd gotten off his shift early, the boss noticing his exhaustion, his distractions. He didn't turn on a light. He did nothing but quietly make his way to the bedroom where he thought Olivia would be. The minute he opened the door and peered into the dark room, he felt the emptiness. She wasn't lying in bed. She wasn't there.

His hand reached for the light switch as a sudden shot of fear surged into his head. His face felt like it was on fire as he found the room empty. In near-panic, Brian took quick steps out to the kitchen, turning the lights on in the apartment.

"Liv!" He called out. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she was there.

A small piece of white paper sat on the counter, catching his eye. As soon as his hand reached for it, chills went through his body.

Brian,

I did what I had to do. 699 Columbia St., Brooklyn.

I love you and I'm sorry,

- Liv

Brian swallowed what moisture was left in his mouth. He couldn't believe he was still standing. The blow he'd felt with the last words took a moment to take full affect, but it was pain at its worst. She'd done what she had to do. What did that mean? Brian stood frozen, his mouth open, his hand shaking so much he couldn't even read the squiggles of words on the sheet. Obviously Olivia had been in a rush when she'd written it.

Lewis. She was with him. Brian finally was able to set the note down. His mind was running wild. Lewis had to have had leverage on her. She never would have gone otherwise.

As he put his phone to his ear, the ringing he heard on the other end of his call made him jump. His breathing was not automatic anymore. He had to remind himself every time he was short of air to inhale more oxygen. The world was spinning.

"Cassidy?" Nick's tired voice answered on the third ring.

"Amaro. Amaro you have to get the squad - get everyone." Brian reminded himself to breathe again and paused in his desperate demand.

"Wait. Why? What happened?" The tone in Nick's voice changed. Now it was concerned, full of urgency.

"Lewis has Olivia. She left a note with an address: 699 Columbia St., Brooklyn." Brian finished hurriedly. The silence he heard on Nick's end was broken only by sounds of scuffling. Nick was jumping into action.

"I'll call the others. You stay where you are, Cassidy." Nick gave his order to Brian and hung up.

Brian felt his legs go numb.

The moment Nick got off the phone with Brian, he threw a shirt on with a pair of jeans. He holstered his gun and had his phone to his ear again as his feet took him out to where his car was parked. His heart pounded in his head, swelled in his throat, and suffocated his lungs. The mist never even had a chance to touch him as he drove away.

He didn't have time to think of how Olivia had been taken without patrol noticing. He didn't think about how Brian was supposed to have been home with her when, instead, she was with Lewis.

The fog in the dark sky made Nick feel sicker than he already was. They'd gotten lucky once. They had found Olivia alive the first time. What were the chances of that happening again?

Amanda was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling again when her phone rang. Immediately her body jumped at the sound. When she leaned over to look at the bright screen and read Nick's name, her heart picked up the speed at which it raced. Her finger swiped to answer, unwilling to give her brain any extra time to think about what the call could be.

"Amanda, get in your car. Head to 699 Columbia St., Brooklyn. The Red Hook grain terminal. I need you to call it in. My phone's about to die, and I still need to call Fin. Get all the backup you can."

Amanda was already sitting straight up. "Olivia?" She didn't even recognize her own voice in its distress.

"She's gone. She left Brian a note. I will call Fin. Just - " the shaking in Nick's voice only scared her more. " - please. Hurry."

She couldn't feel her feet. She couldn't feel the ground when she stood up. The inevitable had happened. It just didn't seem real until right then - when they all knew it was happening. It was for real this time.

Fin got the call from Nick while he lay in bed waiting for sleep to return. As he answered, his throat closed.

"Fin. Liv's gone. Get in your car and come to 699 Columbia St., Brooklyn. I'm just ahead of you. Backup's on the way." It sounded like Nick had swallowed a bubble, delicately speaking around it to get sound out of his mouth. But after the second and third words, Fin didn't even notice.

The sound echoed in his head.

Liv's gone.

He'd just seen her. They all had. Fin swallowed hard.

"How long?" He didn't want to know, but he had to. If it had been too long, maybe they were too late. Even though he told himself not to, Fin already felt the worst of his nightmares playing over and over in his mind. The scene of his friend, his commanding officer being rolled out of the beach house in a body bag had long plagued his mind. It was like he was being sucked back into a nightmare that he'd begun to think was just that - a nightmare. It shouldn't have ever had the chance to come.

Picturing that mysterious, iconic grainery, Fin almost missed the words Nick gave him in reply.

"We don't know."

The phone dropped to his side as Fin grabbed the keys from his counter and opened the door to go out into the night. He decided that if anyone would leave the scene in a body bag, it would be Lewis.

Emily's chest rose and fell heavily as she hunkered down in Olivia's car. She closed her eyes, afraid of what she might see through the windows if she opened them. She held the badge between her hands, hugging it to her chest. Even through the doors, she had been able to hear the gunshot.

Her little mind was filled with fear. There she found herself, in the dark, in the misty night, images of Lewis flashing in her head. Suddenly a pang of guilt wound its way through her. She should have given the badge back to Olivia when she ran. Olivia needed it. She was still with that horrible man. Emily was not.

Lewis slipped into Olivia as he'd always wanted. For months in prison, all he thought about and planned was the way he could get that feeling. Now he had it. As he opened his eyes from the immediate rush if adrenaline, he found her.

Olivia's head, face bleeding, lulled to the side. Her eyes were closed in unconsionses, unaware of what he was doing to her.

Oh she will know. He thought with a smile. She will be able to feel it.

And in time, he'd do it again. Then he would see her face as he took her.

He moved, giving her everything he had. He wanted her to feel it when she awoke. Maybe she would even wake up before he was finished with her. He could only hope. The warmth he felt going through him as he moved faster, harder, had him closing his eyes. He'd been dreaming about it since he'd first seen her. Then in that court room, so many things were running through him. And it was finally happening.

He was aware that she was ready to die. But he didn't want to let her go without feeling it all. Olivia had it all coming. She had brought it upon herself. Her body wasn't even the least bit tense at all as she lay beneath him, around him. She had no ability to resist as he raped her.

Nick's foot laid the gas pedal to the floor as he raced through the streets of Manhattan. He was well aware of how long it took to get to that area of Brooklyn, even on desolate roads. Twenty-five minutes wasn't long, but it was too long to get to Olivia.

Nick's phone rang.

"Nick. We have backup on the way - EMS, swat, snipers, NYPD." It was Amanda.

Nick nodded. "We'll keep the place surrounded. He's not walking away alive this time."

He was suddenly fearing what would happen when they arrived. If Olivia wasn't already dead, would Lewis kill her when he heard the sirens? Would he use her to get out alive? No one could know an answer to either of those questions.

It didn't matter. They had to go. They had to try to save her.