I'm thinking about including an alternate ending when this story is done. Would you guys want to see it? Let me know. Anyway, chapter 49, Dick Wolf owns the SVU characters.

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"It's been hours…" Elliot said, staring at the grandfather clock in his living room.

"Don't say it!" Nick spoke as the three men paced around the room.

"Don't say what? She hasn't called, she's not picking up her phone and nobody's seen her!" Fin said angrily. She couldn't go through this again; they couldn't go through this again. No, there had to be an explanation for this, he just didn't know what it could be. He had called everyone and everywhere that he could think of. Elliot had even called all the nearest hospitals and no one had seen her, then finally, in desperation, they had gone to the hospital where Brian was and spoke to his mother but the response they got was less than favorable.

"What? She's disappeared? And you expect me to believe it's just coincidence that she does so two days before the judge reads those results? I don't know what kind of game you all are playing…"

"I assure you Mrs. Cassidy, it's not a game." Nick said, trying to be much more calm than he felt. Who the hell did this woman think she was?

"This from the man who pulled a gun on my boy?" She reminded Nick, pissing him off even more.

"Mrs. Cassidy, look-" Elliot started but was quickly cut off.

"No, you look; you can play house with her all you want, I don't care, but if she's not back here by Monday…"

"Thank you Mrs. Cassidy!" Elliot said, his nerves beyond irritated, and stormed out.

Now they had run out of options and still, nothing!

"I knew I shouldn't have left her alone; she wasn't thinking straight!"

"What are you talkin about?"

"Yesterday she got a letter from the cop that raped her… He killed himself and he wanted to; I didn't know until last night when she read it; whatever was in that thing, it upset her so bad that she started talking about giving the baby away"

"So it wasn't hormones…" Nick said.

"What do you-"

"Fin and me came over earlier today and it was obvious that she'd been crying but she said it was her hormones. We let it go, and went to Amanda's and that was that! I can't believe she'd wanna give up the baby, I mean; that's a bit harsh over a letter!"

"Believe me, I know this. She's scared and upset; she doesn't mean it...she just doesn't know it!" Elliot said.

"Look, maybe she just wanted to be left alone to figure things out!" Fin said, hoping again. Elliot was about to speak when suddenly his phone alerted him to a text message.

[I'm alright. Needed some time away before the baby comes and my life changes; please don't try to find me and let Tutuola and the squad know as well.]

"What the hell is this?!" He spat, shocked and angered, turning the phone around so that Fin and Nick could see. "is this somebody's idea of a joke?" He said as they read the message.

"I can count on one hand the amount of times that Liv's called me Tutuola!" He said as Elliot then started dialing on the phone. "I hope you're calling who I think…"

"I'm sure as hell not waiting for NYPD to screw this up again!" Elliot said and put the phone to his ear.

Pretty clever of her to send that text from a burner phone, or so she thought as she took out the SIM card and trashed it along with the phone.

She'd gotten Olivia in without so much as a peep from Harlan. He was still sleeping most of the day so it was easier than she'd thought it would be, on both ends. After all, it was Olivia who went for a walk all by herself; even though it was just on her block but, she made it so easy for Bronwyn's guys to follow her; empty block that time of day with it being winter and everyone indoors. She couldn't have planned it better if she'd tried!

When they had gotten her here and Bronwyn had them put her in the room she prepared, she stayed with her, and waited for her to stir and she didn't let her waiting time go unused. She talked to God Baby the whole time while she took off Olivia's coat, hat, gloves and boots, then emptied her pockets and bagged the items to throw them out. She ran to the garage and deposited the bag in the trunk of her car, then went back to the basement room and sat with Olivia and waited; not considering it the least bit creepy when she lifted Olivia's shirt to marvel at her belly.

"Oh, he's just beautiful!" She cried, whispering as she looked at it. "God, isn't he splendid?" She asked God Baby as her hands began to travel the expanse of Olivia's belly, fawning over it and poking her navel softly. Her own...well she didn't get far enough in her own pregnancy to have her belly button stick out and she was in awe at Olivia's as she smiled euphorically.

"You're finally getting what you wanted mommy; don't blow it!"

"Not this time!" She answered to the voice in her head then turned to Olivia's stomach once again as she lay sleeping before her. "You'll be mine… I'm gonna be your mommy; yes I am little one!" She then said, and like a true psycho, she lay her head down on Olivia's stomach and began planting kisses to the exposed skin while her hands gently caressed it, before reluctantly getting up and going to the kitchen to prepare some food for when Olivia woke up. After all, she had to make sure that her little one was healthy!

A little over an hour later when Olivia woke up, her head pounding and her eyes hurting, she groaned painfully while lying there. Her head was feeling that it would burst open and she sat up partway, in tears from the pain.

"El!" She called. "Elliot...!" Louder and more urgent. She let out a deep, shaky breath and threw the covers back, attempting to get up and looking around slowly. "This isn't…" She ran her hands through her hair and moved to stand up, as soon as she did, nauseousness hit her hard and sent her reaching for her stomach as she held on to the wall by the bed, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm it.

Trying to deal with her sudden sickness she winced at the sharp ache in her head at the same time before she stood up as straight as she could, keeping her hand on her belly. She thought she'd throw up, and standing by the bed, she hadn't moved, not sure if she could as sick as she was feeling and slowly sat back down before it overtook her and she dropped to her hands and knees.

That shot that Bronwyn had given her to put her to sleep had triggered all the symptoms she was feeling; she'd had a bad reaction to whatever it was and mixed with the medicine she was already taking for her blood pressure was a bad idea, and she threw up just as Bronwyn came into the room with a tray of food.

"No! I just had that floor done!" She said as she ran the rest of the way in when she saw what was happening.

"W-what did you give me?" Olivia asked before she violently threw up again.

"Don't worry" she said as she sat the tray down on the small, wooden table and went to grab a towel. "...it was just a little something to make you less...viable for a little while."

Olivia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then, sat back against the bed and closed her eyes; running her hands over her belly as she forced in clean breaths, though it didn't help, and the nauseous feeling remained along with the pain in her head.

"You s-stupid bitch!" Olivia said in the loudest tone she could muster at the moment which wasn't much and it came out quite low with her breathing labored. She wanted Bronwyn to know how dangerous it was but like most things it was lost on the redhead who saw no harm in any of it.

"First off; language Olivia! You don't want the baby to hear that, now do you? And I didn't use the chloroform like they suggested." Bronwyn stupidly stated, giving a look that said I'm offended before she began cleaning up the mess then stopped and turned to Olivia who was still slumped on the floor. "You don't look too good, come on…" And she helped her up to sit on the bed against the headboard.

"W-why am I h-here? What…" She swallowed the bile that quickly rose in her throat, trembling. "What do you w-want from m-me?" Quickly learning what a mistake it was to swallow. She spotted a wastebasket next to the bed and grabbed it, vomiting into it while Bronwyn grabbed a bottle of water from across the room.

"Drink this." She ordered, holding the now open bottle to Olivia's mouth but Olivia, still nauseous in spite of just throwing up, pushed the bottle away. "You need the water; just please, drink it! There's nothing in it...I swear; see?" She said then waterfalled the bottle over her mouth and poured some in, swallowing it and re-offering the bottle to Olivia who still pushed it away. "Suit yourself." She said and sat the water down on the nightstand beside Olivia and went back to cleaning the floor.

"I'm p-pregnant...why would you...?" She asked and took a shaky breath through her nose. The damn nausea wouldn't give, nor would the headache that was threatening to split her head open and once again she found her eyes glistening with tears. "Why am I here?" She asked again, still somewhat confused but sure that she was in trouble. Something felt so sinister about this and not just the fact that she was now locked up and Bronwyn held the key.

"You, are going to provide a service!" She said as she put the last of the dirty towels into the garbage bag and got up.

Olivia thought about what she could mean, not having to think long as she looked down at what was cradled in her hands. "My baby?"

"Gold star for you!" Bronwyn laughed. "Now, just so you know, because I know that you and I have trust issues but no harm will come to you while we're waiting for my little darling"

"She's n-not your baby!" She said, still in a low and sick tone before she dry heaved over the pail.

""She" ? Obviously you're mistaken but, it's okay...you're still a bit loopy from the sedative!" She said, moving Olivia's hair out of her face.

"Don't touch me!" Olivia spat, then turned her attention to her stomach, the nausea was still raging and she began rubbing it in order to calm it even though it did no good. Bronwyn looked on jealously.

"There's food on the table…" Bronwyn said, her expression unreadable. "And the bathroom is to the left. I'll be back to check on you soon."

"Bronwyn wait; don't leave me like this!" She cried "I need a doctor; please!" She begged, not even having the strength to get up.

"You'll be fine, don't worry!" Bronwyn said and started to leave the room.

"Don't leave me l-locked up in here; I can't take it!" She begged but Bronwyn was already walking out and when Olivia saw the door close, her tears came faster, spilling down her face and she couldn't stop or control them and before she knew it, she dry heaved twice, starting a third but threw up again.

Funny thing about Harlan; here's a guy who had been dead to the world for weeks, and suddenly, as if he could smell that something had changed; maybe it was the shift in the air, or maybe he was sensitive to knowing when people were around but suddenly his sickness had suddenly begun leaving him just that fast! Bronwyn, on her way upstairs came into his bedroom just as he suddenly began choking, then fell out of bed, she heard the disturbance faintly out in the hall and headed to his room to find him on the floor, rolling over on his stomach to began dry heaving.

She stood back and watched him, so sure that this was it; that he'd die right there and she'd be rid of him but no such luck; there on his hands and knees, after going on that way and making choking sounds and actions for almost two minutes he rounded up a huge cough and when he opened his mouth, a huge amount of phlegm mixed with blood came up from his chest and into the garbage pail.

Bronwyn stood over him and stared at it, the sheer amount and the smell of it, and was disgusted. But Harlan simply got up from the floor, took one look in the pail and laughed.

"Been tryna git that out for the longest!" All signs of sickness, gone.

She bent to reach for the pail but was surprised by Harlan; he'd pulled up against her backside and was lifting her skirt.

"What are you doing?" She asked, his hands feeling different to her now that she knew he was her father and she just wanted them off of her.

"What you think I'm doin? It's been a long time!" He said weakly.

"You shouldn't be on your feet" she told him matter of factly while straightening up and stepping away from him.

"I'll be the judge of that!" And he grabbed her hips again from the back and pulled her to him.

"Harlan…"

"Shhhh!" He was kissing her neck as his hands once again went to tackle her skirt.

"Harlan; you told me never to touch you, I'm ob-"

"Yeah well I'm touchin you, come here!" He said and turned her around, unzipping her skirt. When he kissed her mouth she could taste the weeks of sickness and phlegm as his tongue went into her mouth and when she tried to protest, he slapped her hard sending her falling on the bed and he came at her, determined. He didn't waste any time entering her with a handful of his infected spit on his penis as she gripped the sheets, trying to buck him off.

"Harlan please!" She screamed as he took her hard.

"Shut up!" He yelled and placed his hand over her mouth as he bit down on her breast, drawing blood and drinking it along with the milk that came out as he fucked her.

She screamed and cried under his hand for all of four minutes, then, just that fast, it was over. His tiredness got the best of him and he came and rolled off, lying on his back and breathing hard.

"Still got that good pussy, Johnnie Lee!" He said then passed out with his arm in a death grip around Bronwyn. And as Bronwyn lay there, wide awake and sore, and infuriated that he would call her by her mother's name; infuriated now that she knew and realized that he must have done something horrible to her in order to make her run. Johnnie had nothing but Bronwyn in her belly and she ran, she ran far away from this monster of a man and left William in his care; what had Harlan done to her? In the end, she decided that it didnt matter; what did matter was that she would kill this son of a bitch, this evil, sadistic, son of a bitch!

Now all she needed was to decide where to hide his body when the job was done!

1AM later that night, after she'd vomited finally for the last time and the nausea had calmed to where she didn't think she would throw up again, Olivia managed to get some more sleep. It was against what she wanted but she was just so tired and sleep was calling to her, and having no way to fight it, she gave in. Thankfully resting not only the extreme exhaustion, but, the pain in her head. But, feeling better after some sleep and a shower which she desperately needed after sweating and vomiting, she looked around the room, really seeing it for the first time. The walls that were painted lavender; a color she hated, and the things around the room, the stuffed animals, the big chair with a footstool, the ultra plush bed that was adorned with pillows that Bronwyn must have spent some serious money on. Even the bathroom with the huge tub; Olivia assumed that these were all things that were meant to make and keep her calm...

"...but how could anyone be calm when they're being held against their will?" She asked out loud, angry and still feeling a little of the nausea from a few hours ago. She closed her eyes again but then she felt her baby move for the first time since those men pulled her into that van yesterday. It was a series of strong kicks that sent her sitting back down but suddenly, she was relieved to tears and her anger quickly alleviated.

"You scared me, little one! I didn't know if you were still with me!" She cried, her tears falling but she didn't try to stop them; she was just so happy that at least one thing in her world was safe, even if she didn't know for how long she thought as she felt her belly with loving hands, ever so gently and wondered for the first time since she said it if she could really do it; if she could give her daughter away but quickly put it out of her mind.

"Don't you worry, we won't be here long!" She said, though unsure, but still she had hope as she sat there. The baby was kicking pretty hard and she spoke softly to her, hoping to calm her down. "It's okay; I don't want you to worry!" She said, trying to calm her own nerves more than those of the baby. She had no idea where she was; all she had was an unstable woman who wanted her baby and who she knew was a psychopath. A psychopath that got off the first time out of luck. Yes, she had given Olivia the scalpel that eventually freed her from Harlan but with the things she did, she was sure to end up in prison for a long time when her trial began- "...this week!" She said and ran a hand over her face. "Her trial starts this week!" She thought as if suddenly remembering, her haze lifting. Suddenly she started thinking about what led to the trial; her rapes.

Lying on that mattress, in that room with all those men and she was in terrible pain! Her body was screaming in agony, bleeding from her lower extremities and other places and was still made to take more, in spite of how she begged, gasping not just from the penetrations but the force at which they were taking her.

"Whatcha say boys? The whore wants a break?" but they just went about what they were doing, two of them shoving their penises in her mouth causing her to choke while two of them held her legs wide and three of them took her below the waist. "Don't look like they up for it but nice try!"

Quickly becoming agitated and anxious, and getting up as quickly as she could, she began walking the room, making her way to the exit.

"Bronwyn!" She yelled, banging on the door but began feeling dizzy, turning and leaning against the wall adjacent to it. She began taking deep breaths when she felt a pain shoot around from her back to her front and suddenly realized that maybe she should calm down as she held her baby with one hand while the other was on her back. "Okay…" She breathed. "Okay. We're gonna relax!" She said, and waited for the pain to stop. Luckily it was only about 20 seconds and when it was over she slowly walked back over to the chair and sat down again.

"You're gonna stay put for a little longer, baby girl. We have to get out of here before you make an entrance!" She said as she rubbed her belly. She'd had pain like this once before; when she was almost five months pregnant and had gone into pre-term labor. She prayed again to a god she wasn't sure she believed in but if he was there she needed him or her, and she asked silently to please not let this be that as she grabbed a water bottle and slowly began drinking it.

6AM Sunday morning came and Elliot was a mess. He hadn't slept at all, so worried about Olivia and now as the night had worn on with no word, he was just terrified at what could have happened to Olivia or even more, what may be happening to her now!

He had called his buddies at the FBI and they were already on it, running every lead they didn't even have yet to find her, and in turn, turning his house into a command center while Fin and Nick were busy at the precinct trying to do what they could.

"Hey, Stabler, man I think you'd better look at this!" His friend, Ron Bradshaw said from where he was sitting at his laptop. He quickly rewound the feed as Elliot came over.

"What are we looking at?" Elliot said.

"Check this out; the street camera four blocks down yesterday evening."

"What about it?"

"Keep looking" Bradshaw said as he and Elliot watched the screen, Olivia coming into view as she waddled down the street on the video feed.

"That's Olivia!" They kept watching the screen as she walked on when suddenly a van pulled up beside her. "No, no, no!" Elliot screamed at the computer. Olivia turned around just as two masked men jumped from the back of the van and were on Olivia; one quickly grabbing her feet while the other got her from the top while she struggled, screaming on the video for help although it gave no sound and Elliot watched in horror as they threw her in the van and drove off, burning rubber. "What the hell?"

Bradshaw was quickly on the phone, barking orders to someone to find that van while Elliot's blood ran cold and he watched the video again. If it was the last thing he did, someone would pay for this!

"I'm gonna find you, Liv. Just hold on Baby" He promised.

But that is not all! Oh no, that is not all!

Dr. Seuss - The Cat in the Hat