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*chapter contains rape*

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Harlan must have tried that lock for an hour. He thought of every number combination he could think of and still nothing. After a while, every time the pad would light up red, signaling that he'd entered the wrong code, he'd slam the side of his fist against it, getting angrier each time. Not to mention that with every failed combination, he was more convinced that something incredible was behind that door and that he was missing out on some greatness.

"Son of a bitch!" He said as he put in the last code he could think of and got rejected. "I'll catch you you silly whore; I'll catch you!"

It was a good thing that the lock somehow didn't suffer much damage, he discovered as he locked it and shut the door after he couldn't get into the room he'd found. "What are you hiding down there, Bronwyn?"

"Now what?" Fin said as he, Nick, Fennigan and Bradshaw sat around the bar that night. They'd left Elliot working at the FBI building when the video clip they had hoped to see had been too dark and too degraded to give them an accurate look at the face - not that they didn't suspect it would be. The original video had been grainy; not having caught the actual kidnappings up close enough so they knew that the chances of a closeup being able to be cleaned up enough to give them something clear was a long shot.

"Think about it, who would benefit from doing this?" Nick said as he sipped his cranberry juice while the other guys drank beer except for Fennigan, who opted for a shot of gin.

"You kidding me? Didn't you say she was a cop?" Bradshaw asked. "Couple that with her being raped and 2 guys currently awaiting trial-"

Fin interrupted "How'd you hear about that?"

"Well, there's this thing called news that I read and watch!" Fin felt a little silly and quickly apologized.

"Sorry; I just get a little-"

"Hey it's okay. I get it."

"...me and Amaro already covered it...well, the 2 guys waiting trial. From what we can tell, they ain't have nothin to do with it."

"They're practically choir boys while they're waiting!" Nick said.

"What about the cop? Friends of his...a revenge type of thing?" said Fennigan. Nick took a sip of his juice before he spoke.

"Newlander? The way I hear it, everybody he knew pretty much deserted him after this… Fucking prick!"

"Amen to that!" Fin said as they all toasted their glasses and bottles, suddenly interrupted when his phone rang. "Yeah?" He said as he answered it. "Wait... what? You sure? I'm on my way!" When he hung up, Everyone looked at him as he put on his coat. "That's my buddy in Jersey, they just caught a guy trying to drop a van into the Hudson… a white van!" He said before Nick got up and they left the bar.

Luckily, Harlan wasn't able to get the door open but unluckily for Olivia, those contractions she'd been having were very much the real thing, she soon found and now hours later, unable to sleep, she wandered around the room hoping that she could will the pain to stop, not realizing that by moving around, she was helping it along.

"Urghhh!" She grunted as she held on to the table, sweat beads forming on her brow. "...oh please, oh god!" She cried. Though still four minutes apart, the contractions were unbelievably strong and Olivia was coming undone.

"Just breathe!" Sealview said as she stood by Olivia's side.

"Please stop talking!" Olivia begged as Sealview looked over at Beach house. It was taking everything in Olivia to get through this contraction and she was thankful when it finally died down. "I can't do this here!" She breathed.

"Can't do what here?" Bronwyn said as she quietly came in. Olivia turned partway, grimacing in the chair as she held her baby. She couldn't let Bronwyn know that she was in labor but at the same time, the baby was at risk. She was already in a great deal of pain- too much if you asked her and she figured that she would have the best chance of getting Bronwyn to take her to a doctor.

"Bronwyn, you need to get me to a hospital!"

"This again, Olivia?"

"No, not this again; I'm in labor!" It only took Bronwyn a second to really look at her, the sweat on her brow, the way she was breathing heavily. She was serious.

"No no, you can't be in labor, I have to take care of some things before he gets here, I had weeks!"

"The baby doesn't care about what you have to do; I need to go to a hospital, she could be in trouble!"

"You're lying!"

"I'm not; she's breech

"Do you think I'm an idiot? You're gonna stay right here! We have the supplies we need, right here and-"

"Bronwyn please!"

"Sorry Olivia...but nice try!" She said before she left.

...

Once she was outside the door, she threw a fit. Beating on the walls around the room, throwing what furniture she could get her hands on and when all of that was exhausted, she simply stood screaming at the top of her lungs while she balled her fists then pulled her hair!

"How can you do this to me? She yelled, facing the door then turned away and started to talk to herself. "I haven't killed Harlan, we can't have a baby with him in the house!" but there was no time to think this through and she had to make some choices and she began pacing nervously. "Okay...we'll just give her a little time with the baby when it's born and while I bury Harlan. No harm." She reasoned, hoping she was right before she hurried off upstairs to make sure that Harlan was still asleep.

In New Jersey, Fin and Nick had been looking in on the interrogation of Michael Falcone for the better part of an hour now and the officers were getting some pretty good stuff from him, though not exactly what they wanted. He was obviously on something; what? They didn't know but the cops believed that he had information about Olivia's kidnappings and so, the questioning continued.

"So you only volunteered to take the van?" Detective Jacobs said as he sat down on the chair he'd pulled up.

"I just told Ralph that I'd do him a favor cuz he was the one drivin the thing!" Michael told him, fully in tears. He'd never been arrested before and this was scary. "S-so when he said I should get rid of the van, I knew just the place but I didn't do nothin but try to put it in the river!"

"Michael, I thought you said that you were in the van with Ralph when you picked up the pregnant lady?"

"Yeah, yeah. The lady wanted us to do a job for her..." He cried while outside.

"This guy is making no sense!" Fin said to Nick out in the hall.

"What is he, high?"

"Now Michael, you said earlier that the lady had a really big house; a mansion that you and Ralph took the pregnant lady to. Do you remember you told me that?" Jacobs asked.

"Yeah, I said that! It was a beautiful house; real big." He was still crying, snot dripping down his nose and Jacobs handed him a tissue. "Thank you! I didn't hurt the lady; neither did Ralph. The lady just paid us to get her and bring her, ya know?"

"I know. Now back to the pregnant lady, Michael."

"Oh, right...can I, can I have uhhhhhhh…"

"Michael"

"Chocolate? Can I have chocolate?"

"You have gotta be kiddin me!" Fin said.

Hours later, and Olivia was in agony! Lying on the bed, she thought she'd die! The pain of the contractions was so sharp, so terrible, she thought she was in a nightmare. Her muscles were twisting, pulling harder and harder until it became almost unbearable; no, it was unbearable, blinding pain and she lay there on her side, not giving a damn at this point. She had resisted her tears until now but the last half hour she couldn't take it and let her sobs take over. She couldn't do it, and as another contraction came and wracked her body, she breathed in short, pained breaths while her tears flowed and she twisted in bed, wishing unsuccessfully to stop the pain, even if only for a minute and through it all, she kept thinking how much she wanted her mother right now!

Bronwyn had been there for the last couple hours convincing herself that she was helping but in reality she was just putting off the inevitable. Olivia needed a doctor, she needed to be in a hospital, not writhing in pain in a bed, waiting for her baby to come and probably kill the both both of them. She wiped Olivia's sweaty brow and then got up, coming back with water that Olivia quickly pushed away.

"No!" Olivia said as she slapped the bottle and it fell on the floor spilling out. "Why won't it stop?" She said through her tears.

"It won't be long now!" Bronwyn offered cheerfully as Olivia was twisted, face buried in the pillow from where she lay across the bed as she tried to breathe through the contraction. She never wanted to punch anyone in the face more than now!

"I need a hospital!"

"You need me!" She said, smoothing Olivia's hair back as she writhed. She was in more pain than she even knew what to do with; so horrible that she literally could not process it. All she knew was that her body was going rogue and she couldn't stop it as she lay there with her eyes bugged and holding onto that pillow for dear life, she was in her head, crying for her mom.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She made clear to Bronwyn on no uncertain terms and Bronwyn quickly backed away. She didn't want her. She didn't want to be here. She wanted a hospital with doctors and drugs and Elliot holding her hand since her mom couldn't; she needed him holding her hand and that thought of him there with her kept her relatively calm.

All of the things that she thought would cloud her mind right now, thankfully she was wrong. There was no room for Harlan and the men, not when she was sure that this baby was going to be in serious trouble and when she tried to come out it would possibly kill her and they'd die in this room.

As the contraction began to thankfully die down, and her senses came back somewhat she knew that she needed to get through to Bronwyn. She had been talking to her for the last hour and right now, it was life or death.

"Bronwyn… Listen to me, please." She said in a tired voice as she rubbed her belly. She didn't bother to wipe the tears on her face, or hide them in her voice. She didn't care at this point; the only thing she did care about was getting her baby here safely. "I can't do this. I'm gonna-"

"I'm not hearing you, please, you're getting upset and it's not good for the baby!"

"What's not good for the baby is to suffocate while she's being born! You know this isn't right; the baby's in trouble and when I start to push, she's gonna get stuck."

"Then I'll just have to free him won't I?" she paused for a moment, nauseated from the pain and immediately leaned over the side of the bed and threw up, thankful that Bronwyn had thought to keep a bucket near and after she emptied, she lay back on the bed.

"You can't be so like them that you'd let an innocent baby die, because make no mistake, Bronwyn, she's in trouble!"

"Stop calling him that! And what do you mean "so like them" what does that, what does it mean?"

"I know that he was your father; that William was your brother."

"Shut up!"

"Bronwyn, please! You have to-"

"I said shut up!" She hadn't counted on anyone knowing her shame; she wanted to hide it and she wondered just how Olivia knew.

"Bronwyn he used you just like William did and it has to hurt, I know it does, but please don't make my baby be the one to suffer for what he did. You can break this chain. Bronwyn she's your sister- oh god!" She cried, hoping that playing that card would get her some leverage as she felt the contraction. "I'm begging you...for her; PLEASE!"

She had a choice. She could do what was right, what she knew in her heart was the right thing or she could ignore Olivia's pleas and go through with her plans but what if Olivia was telling the truth, what if the baby was in danger? She watched for a few seconds as the contraction tore through Olivia "You won't tell them I was involved?"

"I swear it; just please save my baby!" And she cried out pitifully. "Please!" Bronwyn looked at Olivia, so frightened and in so much pain and she knew that she couldn't do it; she couldn't stand by and watch what might be a tragedy for that baby but she also couldn't let her dream of being a mom get away from her. This baby would be the closest thing she'd have to a real child but was she willing to let her little sister die?

"I'll get the car around and get you to Southampton, it's less that 20 minutes!" She said remorsefully. When she heard that, Olivia was beyond thankful and began to weep. "Stay here, I'll be right back, I promise!" and she left with Olivia wailing through the contraction as she shut the door and when she turned around to head up to the stairs, check to see if the coast was clear and get her car around, however, her plans suddenly took a dive! Standing not three feet away from her…

"Now what is all this?" He asked and she knew that the three of them were in trouble!

"El, we got it!" Fin said through the phone. Go to the Hamptons, I'll text you the address, me and Nick are headed there now!"

"Last chance Bronwyn" Harlan said. He had her sitting in a old chair he'd found and basically interrogated her for practically a half hour now. He wanted to know what was in that room, but she wouldn't give it up in spite of the fact that he'd beat her and seized her gun. He wanted the code to that door and he gave her a final chance to tell him as he wasn't giving up.

"How about I make this easy for you? You either tell me the code, or Immo put a bullet in yer fuckin head!"

"Harlan, ple-" was all she got out before he hit her with the butt of the gun across her already bruised and beaten face, knocking her to the floor. "Okay!" She cried, wanting all of this to stop. "Okay!"

"Well?"

"It's 06...277...2!" She said as she cried. He quickly turned, with her by the neck and put the code in the door and when the light turned green, signaling that he was in, he turned to Bronwyn.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He said and while he was holding her by the neck, he plowed her, head first into the wall over and over until her skull crushed and then he dropped her body. "You seriously cannot be my kid!"

...

Olivia was certain that Serena would come any minute now, and she cried out in the silence of the room.

"Oh god, help me!" She begged. The contractions were worse, more intense and on top of one another at this point; searing through her abdomen and she was in agony. She'd managed to pull herself from the bed, making her way to the door and stood, bent over in the small space of the room, banging on the door.

"Bronwyn..." she shouted, unsure if anyone could hear her. "Please...ohhh!" She held onto the wall with one hand, cradling the underside of her belly with the other, looking down. Her water was leaking and was now dripping through her leggings and down her legs.

"No… Bronwyn!" She yelled before another powerful contraction tore through her. "Bronwyn!" She screamed. "Bronwyn please!" She panted. when she got no answer she proceeded to kick and bang the door in frustration before she doubled over. This pain was killing her!

She took a calming breath, holding her belly and began to look around the room while the contraction came to slow down just to pick right back up again but, she began searching for some way to get out when the door that she'd been pounding on not a minute ago suddenly opened and she turned around relieved, expecting to see Bronwyn but she was shocked beyond words to see Harlan enter, no shirt, in his pajama pants.

"This..." He had to laugh. Joyously, maniacally; totally in shock and surprise. This was beyond anything that he could have dreamt and he had to stop and just stare at her. "Oh man, oh man! ...tell me you are as surprised to see me as I am to see you!"

She stood there just feet from him, speechless! She'd never been so sickened, so completely terrified before and she couldn't move. She thought she was seeing some horrible apparition and if she closed her eyes, it would disappear but she wasn't to be so lucky and as she opened them, tears quickly fell.

"In the flesh,darling!" He said, stepping so close and she stepping back until she could go no further, coming to a wall and could feel his breath as he leaned in to talk. "And looka here, all nice and full with little William.

"This isn't real! You're dead; you're dead!"She said only to discover that she was speaking out loud when she felt his hand caressing her face.

"I'm real baby! Did you miss me?"

"Bronwyn...she had you here all along!" Tears continued to fall down her face.

"I'm the surprise!" He laughed. "Wooo, now I kinda wish I hadn't killed my dear daughter, I'd like ta thank her! He said and slapped her with the back of his hand so hard that she fell down on the bed behind her and before she had time to turn over and get up, he was on her; her neck in a vice-grip. Another contraction had started and she was delirious with the pain in addition to being now scared to death! This couldn't be happening, she had killed him but here he was, his hand on her throat, choking her and she didn't have time to wonder how he'd survived. She had to get away from him, she had to protect Serena, that was the bottom line and she didn't want to think about anything else. Protecting her baby was all that mattered.

"You thought you could get away wit what you done to me…" And he pulled her up and threw her across the room, her back slamming into the table before she hit the floor. She was hurting, reaching around to her back as he came for her. "Cut me, left me to die…" He said as he got down and punched her in the face, then again, stopping only when he looked down at her and his hormones got the best of him.

"Don't do this!" She cried, the blood coming from her nose and mouth and she coughed, choking on the blood. Harlan laughed as he pulled her up, caressing her from her face down to her breast then kissed her mouth greedily as she protested and when he was done he licked her blood before he threw her down on the bed.

"I got all the time in the world to punish you" He said as he came over and climbed on before she had a chance to get away, grabbing her hair hard and making her cry out. "right now though, I figure I owe you about 6 months worth of fuckin!" He said before he leaned in, ripping her clothes.

"Nooo!" She tried to hit him and she caught him in the nose, breaking it, his blood flowing heavy. "Get off me!" she was kicking and screaming, scratching and clawing to get away from him but he just wiped his nose with the back of his hand, not stopping.

"I see, you want it rough, don't ya you little whore?" He said and slapped her but it did nothing to stop her from fighting him and she continued swinging, though he blocked the hits.

"Don't do this!" she begged as he punched her in the face, then squeezed her neck before he ripped off her bra through her shirt.

"I'm gonna do you good, baby!"

"No, nooo!" She cried panicking while she tried to ignore the pain ripping through her from the labor as he grabbed her breasts.

"It's happenin bitch, might as well enjoy it!" He said, causing pain as he squeezed then turned and ripped her pants from her body and tore her panties off, discarding them. He placed himself between her legs and she could feel him hard against her and it made her sick; she could not let this happen again. Could not allow herself to be further violated by this man and so with everything in her, she fought him.

"Get off me!" she cried, landing blows where she could while he had her by the neck and freed himself from his pants. When she spotted the butter knife on the floor by the bed, she scrambled to grab it, scurrying back as best she could but with Harlan's weight on her, coupled with the pain of the contractions, it took everything in her to be able to move.

"It only hurts if you fight it baby!" The next thing she knew, while she was struggling to get the knife, she felt it. He had forced his cock inside her and for a moment she simply froze while he began thrusting inside of her, knocking her backward with the strength of his movements. "Good god yer pussy is so damn good!"

She lay there for a moment as tears rolled down her face, Harlan going on, berating her. She blocked it all out, disappearing for a moment, but then she was suddenly brought back, remembering why she was fighting and while Harlan was grunting on top of her moving viciously, she reached a final time for the knife and this time she grabbed it and jammed it into his neck as she screamed.

"You fuckin bitch!" He said, holding his neck where the knife went in and now stuck out before he threw a punch at her and fell over, partially on top of her. She struggled to get out from beneath him, his blood spilling everywhere but with the crippling pain she was in, it made it that much harder, especially when she had yet another contraction as she was trying to move him off her.

Finally she was able to dislodge him from her and she grabbed the gun before making it off the bed. But she made it to the floor only to fall down, sobbing.

"Get up!" She said to herself through labored breaths but she sunk to the floor again and with the next contraction that came, she cried out, yelling pitifully but realizing that there's no one to help her; Harlan won't be down forever, she had to move now but she couldn't stand. "Oh god, Serena, please! Please. We have to get out of here!" as she finally managed to stand she noticed Harlan moving on the bed, and when he turned around to her…

"You can't kill me darlin!" He laughed, blood pouring out of his neck and mouth. "I'll just keep-" She didn't hesitate, and without a word, she lifted the gun and shot him in the chest. Once, twice; she kept firing until the ten rounds that were in the gun were gone, the final round going right between his eyes as she fell down to the floor and sobbed, dropping the gun, it making a dull thud on the floor as her sobs overtook her.

She cried for what seemed like forever but in reality was only a couple minutes, and when finally she pulled herself up she walked out of the room through the open door and came out into a cold basement. She immediately saw Bronwyn just lying there, beaten to a pulp and she stopped and stared at her for the quickest of moments before she began making her way through the maze of the basement, her labor threatening to stop her but she kept going.

...

Having finally found her way out of the basement, she was running away from the room as fast as she could, desperate to get to the stairs that were just a few feet away. Wracked by pain and stopping every few feet, she stumbled; falling down and lying there, holding her stomach while she cried out from the pain of the contractions. This baby was coming and she needed help.

Once again, she willed herself to get up, painfully managing to stand and literally pull herself along, but when she came upon the stairs, she knew that she was unable to go on. She was humped over in agony and could barely speak from the shock of what she'd been through but when that pain cut in, worse than ever, she cried out and cursed it, wishing to god that there were a person on the receiving end of it. She was sweating in spite of the cold and she could feel the baby coming.

As she tried her best to breathe, she was making her way upstairs when a contraction crippled her on the staircase, forcing her down but she forced herself back up only to have her water completely break, this time spilling all over the stairs, forcing her back down with the strength of the gush; a gush that was bleeding red!

"No!" She cried as the clear red liquid came fast. She knew that it was bad and for the last time she forced herself to get up and climb the stairs, which was near impossible with every ounce of her energy screaming at her to just stay where she was. Her body was exhausted and couldn't keep going, it demanded some kind of repose, a respite from this madness but she knew that she had to get out of that basement and when she arrived at the door and came out on the other side she was beside herself as she shut the door then cried as she sank down against it, breathing in deep breaths.

As she looked around the huge foyer, she moved as best she could to get away from the basement door, settling back against the wall to the living room as she cried out even louder.

She held her stomach as she spread her legs. "Oh god!" She yelled as she pushed with all her strength. She didn't want to do this but now, suddenly her body took charge, no longer waiting around for her to slow down. This baby was coming now and she had no choice! "God help me; help me please!" She cried, a pool of blood coming out of her as she pushed.

...

"There it is!" Elliot said as he, Bradshaw and Fennigan approached the house. It was intimidating the way it stood, big and stone against the dreary Hamptons sky. Morning was approaching against the horizon, making the mansion look even more foreboding as the grey morning light crept upon it.

The car drove a long way up the road then came to a stop in the circular driveway that was covered by snow, Elliot not wasting any time as he got out and headed towards the house with his gun drawn. He got to the door and kicked it open, Olivia scared to death from where she was in the living room and wishing that she still had that gun. She was barely conscious at this point but trying to hold on for the baby but it was becoming harder and harder. She wanted to give up but she knew that she couldn't.

When Elliot heard the scream he immediately called out to her, following the sound. "Olivia…"

She was fading as she heard his voice and thought she imagined it but when he called to her again, she knew that it was him and she called out to him in a barely there voice, the sirens suddenly in the background as he made his way to the living room. He found her with her face battered sitting in a pool of blood, in a shirt that was practically torn from her body, yet he was so relieved to see her, to see that she was alive that all sense went temporarily out the window and he took her in his arms and held her tight to him.

"Oh god!" Bradshaw said as he and Fennigan arrived at the entrance to the living room.

"The basement...they're in...mmmm!" She cried. "El, the baby..." She uttered, Fennigan and Bradshaw making a beeline to find the basement. She was losing consciousness fast and he quickly took off his coat and covered her with it; never taking his eyes from her.

"I'm gonna get you to the hospital, Liv… open your eyes!" he said softly, trying hard to mask his fear. She was in bad shape; the pain and stress of labor on top of her injuries… he was scared to death that she, or the baby or perhaps neither of them would make it. "We're gonna be there soon baby, just hold on!" He said and lifted her, running out the door just as the police pulled up.

"What do we got?" The sergeant asked. Elliot never stopped moving as he told him

"They're in the basement, 2 of my men are down there already. I gotta get her to a hospital, she's in bad shape!"

"The closest hospital is Southampton, I'll drive!" One of the detectives said.

Down in the basement…

"Where the hell is Nassau PD?" Fennigan said.

"Better question, where- whoaaaa!" Bradshaw said as he slipped in the amniotic fluid and went tumbling down the stairs.

"Hey, you alright?"

"I'm fine!" He said from where he landed at the the bottom of the stairs. Thankfully he wasn't hurt and he got up, dusting himself off. "What is that?"

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say amniotic fluid!" Fennigan said as he knelt down and looked at it. Bradshaw gave him the eye. "What? I got eight kids, I know fluid when I see it!" He said as he came down to join Bradshaw.

"Nassau PD, we're coming down!"

"Yep, just watch your step!" Fennigan said.

Fin and Amaro were speeding to get to the house when Nick's phone rang.

"Yeah? What? ...is she…" As Fin looked on he knew that it was bad news. "Damnit! Alright, Elliot, you watch out for her, we'll be there soon!"

"Do I wanna know?" Fin asked.

"Change of plans, we're going to Southampton Hospital, Liv's in labor and it's not good!"

See y'all soon...or not, but I'll see y'all eventually.