I own no one but my own people

Voight had made the flight to Manhattan several times. It usually took around two hours, just long enough for him to watch a movie on his tablet, eat the Quiznos sub he got before he boarded, and just relax. He would always have a grin on his lips because he knew at the end of the crowded flight he would see Olivia's smiling face when he walked through the gate.

This time it was different. This time those two hours seemed to take an eternity. At the airport instead of waiting patiently, downing a small bag of Doritos he got with his sub he sat anxiously on the uncomfortable chairs, tapping his foot against the floors with his arms crossed and his head bowed.

Voight kept waiting for his phone to ring, for either Olivia to call and say that she was alright or for one of her squad to call and say they found her.

His own squad had called and texted him several times which he ignored until finally he was sick of his heart jumping in his heart every time his phone rang thinking it would be bad news about Olivia when really it was just Halstead wanting to know when he was coming in.

Voight finally answered when Erin had called him for the eighth time, greeting her with a short raspy "Olivia's kidnapped; I'm going to Manhattan to find her."

Without giving her a chance to respond he hung up on the woman he considered a daughter. There were no more texts or calls after that.

Two excruciating hours later he landed in JFK. He collected his gun from the cockpit, all but sprinted off the plane, grabbed the rental car closes to the door, and sped all the way to the 1-6 precinct.

Voight ignored checking in with the Desk Sgt and instead just stormed up the stairs to where SVU's bullpen was. He glanced round the crowded bustling building and when he saw a familiar face he marched over to it.

"Two days, Munch," Voight heard the uni Munch was talking to mutter in a defeated manner to the older Sergeant as he neared them. It was Brian Cassidy, Olivia's boyfriend. He had seen enough photos to know him on sight and, to be honest; the Chicago Sergeant was not that impressed. "What's he doing to her, Man?"

"You can't think like that."

"If she's even still alive."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Voight barked, gaining the attention of both Munch and Cassidy. He stormed up to the pair and stood in between them and even though the officer was taller than him Voight could still impose anyone just by the hard mean look in his eyes. "'If she's even still alive'? Why don't you just start planning her fucking funeral already since you already gave up hope on finding her?"

"Back off, Kermit," Cassidy snapped. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I'm the man that's gonna find the woman you claim to love even though your ass is just sitting around here wondering if she's dead or not. As for backing off, I'd love for you to make me," Voight shot back, taking a bold step closer to him so that they were chest to chest.

Munch grabbed a hold of Voights shoulders and gently pulled him away from the officer. "Everyone calm down. Voight, you apparently know Brian Cassidy, Olivia's boyfriend. Brian, this is Sergeant Hank Voight Chicago Intelligence, he's flown in to help on the case."

Cassidy glared at the Chicago Sergeant. He heard Voights name from his girlfriends lips far too many times to be comfortable with, and always with a smile attached to it. He didn't trust the stocky Chicago Sergeant any further then he could throw him.

"Voight, you're tired," Munch said softly. "Why don't you go get some sleep in the cribs?"

The Chicago Sergeant shook his head adamantly as he pushed by the two NY cops and looked at the case board. "I'm not sleeping until we find her."

He swallowed hard as his brown eyes landed on the photographs of Olivia's apartment. The blood stains that littered the carpet, the cigarettes, the hangers twisted into a brand… Every single inch of the photos made Voights blood boil but at the same time his veins had turned to ice and he shivered, forcing himself to turn away from them and instead focus on the photo of her from her jacket.

Olivia looked proud, bold, distinguished… her brown eyes held a strength that Voight would have moved heaven and earth to make sure she never lost.

She was beautiful.

"We got NYPD, state police, Suffolk PD all out looking for her… Go get some sleep, Man," Munch interrupted his thoughts.

"No," Voight barked as he rounded on him. "Alright this fucking psycho is out there somewhere doing God knows what to her and you expect me to sleep?"

"Voight-."

"He doesn't let her sleep, we don't sleep either. What was the last we heard from him?"

Munch sighed softly but knowing it was a lost cause walked up the board. "Last we heard he had her at Lewis' girlfriends' parents. He killed the husband, before he raped the wife in front of… in front of Olivia. After that Lewis stole their SUV, we got it out on every avenue we can think of, we got road blocks… The only thing we can do now is wait."

Voight scoffed. "Wait? What is this armature hour?"

"What do you suggest we do?" Cassidy snapped, his own frustrations leaking out into his words. "Anything you can think of to do what we haven't thought of, I'll be happy to hear. He has no connections, no friends, no family; we got a BOGO out on the car… We have done everything we can think of."

Voight glared at Cassidy but couldn't think of any response so instead he just turned back to the board, letting his eyes settle on the photo of her again.

I'll find you, Liv he swore to himself. I promise…

I know it's a short chapter for such a long wait but please review.