Maria Frank and Zev are my own creations. All others belong to Law and Order: SVU. This has been a long-held back fic I've wanted to let loose. It is dark, violent, and graphic. There will be gang-raping involved, forced sexual contact between the captives and physical abuse.

Three year old Zev, the black and tan bloodhound, bounced happily through the park as he chased the Frisbee, his massive hound ears flapping behind him. Maria Frank called him back as he caught it in mid-leap, clapping her hands proudly. "What a good boy, Zev!" He lumbered over and sat down in front of her, dropping the bright green circular toy to the ground. "Are you ready to go home? Because I'm ready to go home," she happily announced, resting her hands on her hips. "I am also very tired, too."

Snapping his leash on and taking a walk back to her apartment, Frank heard her cellphone ringing and reached for it in her pocket. "Frank."

"We'e got the warrant. Want to come along and pick up our buddy after your break?" John Munch asked over the line, his voice slightly muffled through his lunch. "Zev with you?"

"Yeah, he is. I wanted to give him a quick Frisbee game in before coming back to the station," she explained, checking both ways before crossing the road. "He'll be in my apartment, just to let you know when you take your break."

He chuckled on the other side. "Where are we spending the night tonight? Or are we going to let Zev choose...again."

Maria made a face as she glanced down at the dog they shared, his tongue hanging our through his large jowls. "He was homesick for his bed at your place," she muttered, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Yeah. Sure." He mumbled over the line, the sound of a pen clicking coming through from the background. "Just get back here before Don has a cow, 'kay?"

"I'm on my way, Sergeant," she answered, playfully dragging out the last word.

*M*M*M*M*M*M*

John slowed the car on the street corner, making sure to stay out of the house's view. "Okay. Here's the arrest warrant for Fraser Purcell and here's one that includes a search and seizure of evidence of rape and illegal imprisonment." He passed Maria the seizure warrant as he took a long sip of his coffee, his eyes glued on the house through the trees. "Should I go in first or should you?"

Frank raised a dark brown brow at the question. "Rock, paper, scissors," she suggested, holding up a balled fist. "One, two, three." John held up a flat hand while Maria kept hers balled up. "Damn. Guess you're first."

Munch cackled and opened the door, stepping out first. "Just keep your senses up, all right?" He asked seriously, his mood quickly changing as they started down the sidewalk. "Anything can happen when giving an arrest warrant."

"Yes, I know, John." Maria agreed, folding the warrant and placing it in her coat pocket, reaching for her sidearm. As they neared the house, she felt his presence beside her and glanced over when he brushed a hand next to hers. "John?"

Keeping his voice low, Munch muttered, "I love you," keeping his eyes on the dark-painted house.

"Love you, too." Frank blew out a breath as they came into view of the house, allowing John to walk ahead of her, warrant in his hand and sidearm drawn. The closer they approached the house, Maria felt something wasn't right. Serving arrest warrants were difficult and dangerous, but there was something wrong about this. "John..."

He raised a gloved hand and nodded his head. "I know." There was a nervous hint in his voice as he neared the porch, taking the steps slowly. Hearing a rustling in the bushes around them, he turned in time to see Maria being disarmed and pulled toward the front door, an arm wrapping around his own neck. Shit!, he thought, attempting to pry the arm away from around his neck as he was pulled into the open door of the house.

Fighting against the hand over her mouth and arm around her own neck, Maria attempted to kick the legs behind her. A leg went out and kicked her legs out from under her, causing tears to form in her eyes. Once inside the house, her eyes frantically looking over at John and noticed he was also still restrained by two men, his eyes glancing at her for a moment before looking around.

The sound of two hands clapping together caused John to stiffen as Fraser came into view from another room. "Un-fucking-believable. I was expecting one person to arrest me and I get two!" His dark eyes moved from observing Munch's brave stand while being restrained to looking Maria over, a twisted smile forming on his withered face. "Well, well. Detective Frank. Didn't expect to see you again. All of those wonderful threats you and I traded while I was 'in custody'," he made quotation marks with his hands. "Mm. Mm. Mmmm. Guess I need to make my threats true." He reached a hand out to touch her until a sound stopped him. He turned to see the Sergeant glaring daggers at him. "Say that again?"

"Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Her." He hissed out, continuing to fight against the arm around his neck. His hands were pulled behind his back by the same person holding his neck while another person grasped his shoulder and braced a hand against his chest, trying to keep him held firm against the man behind him. "You're...arrest..."

Fraser laughed as Munch tried to force out his words, his face growing red when more pressure was applied to his throat. "I figured as much, but that's not happening." He walked toward the Sergeant and held up a taser, sparking it up in Munch's view. "I figured we're going to have a little fun first." He jabbed the taser into John's now exposed shoulder, sadistically grinning at the sight of John's eyes squeezing shut from the jolts going through him and hearing him groan as he fell unconscious. Once he was limp, the two men holding him released, allowing his unconscious body to fall to the floor.

Maria screamed against the hand over her mouth, thrashing against the arms holding her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to stare at Munch's body on the hard, wooden ground. Purcell rolled him onto his back and removed his belt, tossing it to the side with a clink. "He'll be out for a while. Check him over, boys. The smallest thing he could use as a weapon needs to be removed," he instructed, stepping over John as he walked toward Maria. "Now for you..."

The hand slipped away from her mouth when Fraser waved a dismissive hand, the hand moving to wrap around her throat. "Fuck you," she snapped, tears rolling down her cheeks and anger in her eyes.

"Now, that's not nice language," He tsked, waving a finger in her face. Raising the taser, he watched her fight against the restraining hands with pure glee in his eyes before jabbing her into the shoulder. Maria cried out as the sudden shock forced her to fall to her knees, her eyes frozen on John's still body. "Don't fight it now," he suggested, watching Frank fighting it. Her body started to go slack the longer he held it to her exposed shoulder and was no longer fighting the hands holding her. "That's a good girl," he whispered, pulling the handheld device away as the detective lost consciousness.

Fraser Purcell straightened up and motioned for his two men to remove her belt and anything else they saw as a weapon. "Take them to the basement. It's not going to take long for their pals to figure out they're missing." He glanced out the window and locked the door's three types of locks as the Sergeant and Detective were dragged to the basement.

To be continued...

Yeah, I know. I'm doing FOUR fics at the same time. Yeah, this one is a little short, but this is just a starting chapter.