Chapter 45

Amanda

Ad Daniels attempted to stop Olivia, "This is exactly what he's wanted all along. You can't do this!"

"Watch me." Olivia was a raging bull at full charge towards her red target. Amanda, was all that mattered.

Olivia ran outside. The swat was prepared and waiting for her.

Fin was waiting as well.

"You gonna try to stop me too?" Olivia was a wreck. Her eyes were blood shot, her face pale but she looked like a demon about to devour anything in her path.

"Nah, I'm gonna help you get our girl back."

They locked eyes in solidarity before he continued, "This is what we got: his full name is Lucas Louis Williams. It's his father, Liv. Everyone thought the son of a bitch was dead."

They had tents set up and were investigating where to find her. At first she panicked but they explained he had no access to the street cams, only in the station. Once Liv told them who he was, along with the description Amanda had given, it took all but 10 minutes to pinpoint two possible locations. One was a marina co-owned by William's previous OB partner, one who mysteriously disappeared after a boat outing. The other, in the same vicinity, was an abandoned old marina where none other than Vanessa Mayor's father had worked before he died. Liv was on her way to the first. Hoping against hope that was Amanda's location.

The plan was for Olivia to appear alone. They had intelligence working to make sure he could gain no access to the street cams. Now that they had traced his feed, they had direct access to his IP and his network. He had rerouted his IP so they couldn't trace his exact location; the IP's address originating in Brazil. But they could at least control what he saw.

Olivia felt like a hot mess as she drove to the Kyle point Marina. Her bullet proof jacket weighed heavy on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She never felt this way before. But this was unlike any other hostage situation she had ever witnessed. As she drove she kept repeating the same quiet prayer, "Please God, let her be okay. Please, please give her back to me in one piece."

Amanda was trying to open her eyes through an intoxicated haze. Her vision was blurry, her brain foggy. There was a deafening silence that made her feel even more disoriented if that were even possible. She willed herself to get up. She wanted to care, but with her level of inebriation it was so easy to succumb to the sleep that threatened to take her. But she knew somewhere deep in her mind that allowing such a rest would be equal to letting him have his way…ultimately killing her. Still, it was so tempting to just close her eyes and hopefully all the pain would vanish. Despite her numbing state she was painfully aware of all her wounds. They were screaming at her in protest. Any part of her body she tried to move was infuriated. She knew her face was bashed in, bleeding and throbbing. Her right wrist twice it's size, likely fractured along with her ankle which she couldn't see. She tried to lift her head but the burning and tight sensation in her neck was excruciating. She couldn't remember what happened. Her back, her arms, her torso and every part of her felt injured. She knew she was back to lying on the hard, cold floor. She was on her side and with her limited vision she couldn't see Vanessa in the room. She wondered if the poor woman was dead.

Amanda felt defeated yet she mustered up whatever strength she had to slide up against the wall and sit up. It took her breath away. 'I need to think. I need to get his gun. I can shoot with my left hand. If I can just get the gun I will take him out and this will all be over.'

"Oh Amanda, dear?"

She felt herself recoil as if she were being hunted by a wild animal.

"I have a surprise for you." He drew near, ready to grab the Detective.

But Amanda, never losing the fight in her, began to kick him with her good leg and scream obscenities, "Fuck you! Don't you fucking touch me, you piece of shit!"

Losing his patience he pulled out his gun and shot her left foot.

She let out a load scream as she tried to grab her foot but found she couldn't bend her body that way. Looking up at his smug face she bit her cheek before she'd grown out loud again and give him the satisfaction.

"Now that I have your attention and ya stopped squirming…I have news. Guess who's coming to join the party?"

He now had the blonde's full attention as her tired eyes opened wide with anticipation. Amanda could feel her foot getting warmer with the blood that was pooling in her sneaker, the smell of burnt rubber and flesh faintly mixing with the smell of her own blood.

He kneeled down beside her, "None other than your very own Captain, Benson. That's right. The wifey thinks she's coming down to save ya. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"No." Amanda shock her head realizing this was a trap. Amanda wanted nothing more than for Liv to come in and save her but the last thing she wanted was for Liv to become his victim. She knew he would stop at nothing to enact his twisted revenge.

Amanda tried to take a deep breath but felt sharp pains in her chest whenever she tried. She then realized she hadn't felt the baby for some time now. Immediate fear and sadness took over her senses. If she alone survived this, it would be a miracle. She dreaded the thought, no, she refused to entertain it, that by now her baby may be dead. It was at that moment that silent tears poured down her face.

"Aww. Don't cry. I'm sure she'll figure it out. She's a smart one, your girl. She'll get here soon enough."

Amanda was far away. Memories flooded her mind of the first time she felt the baby. She had woken up snug and secure in Liv's arms, warm and cozy. She was the little spoon and she nuzzled into her just a little more. She felt so safe and entirely oved in Liv's soft yet strong arms. She could smell the brunette on her pillow. They were so impossibly close that they had both ended up on Amanda's. The sunlight snuck in through the side of the curtain. Amanda closed her eyes to relish the moment just a while longer. But Olivia was stirring. She kissed the back of Amanda's bare shoulder and lay her hand to rest on her belly. Immediately, Amanda had felt the flutter. The faint little kick of a tiny body too small to yet make a huge dent. This gained Amanda's full alertness as she raised her head. Olivia had opened her eyes and followed suit, "Was that?" Olivia asked with wide brown eyes full of excitement.

"Yeah, the first kick!" Amanda had responded.

They spent the better part of that morning lying in bed. Liv's head pressed up against her belly, hoping to feel more kicks, and they did. This is where Amanda would live now. This is where she would stay until he finished her. He could continue to do horrors to her body but he wouldn't touch her mind. For in her mind, she was tucked away safely, in Liv's arms, warm in their bed.

Amanda was brought back to the present with a violent clap against her face. On instinct she snapped her head back in sudden recoil.

"Hey. What'a'ya thinkin there, blondie? Huh?"

She unconsciously rested her hand on her bare stomach. The shock of touching her bare skin reminding her that at some point he'd ripped her blouse

"Oh. I see. I don't have my equipment. No ultrasound machine here otherwise, I'd tell you how your kid is doing."

With that statement Amanda felt all the anger and rage rise in her like a volcano about to erupt. How dare he refer to her unborn child as if he gave a damn.

"Come on." He lifted her roughly by her left armpit. The gasp that escaped when trying to put weight on either of her feet made her lungs burn and her chest scream in pain.

"Opsie, daisy." Realizing the woman could no longer walk he slung her over his shoulder. The sudden movement causing Amanda to feel dizzy again and nauseous. If God was good she would vomit all over this bastard.

"Let's get you ready for our grand finale!"

It was then, to her horror, that Amanda noticed the set up.

Amanda tried to fight him. She did. But somewhere between believing her baby was now dead and Liv coming into imminent danger, she gave up.