I'm back with SVU stories! This story takes place after Fault. Except in Fault, Elliot never got the chance to apologize to Olivia, so basically they are still at odds with each other when this event happens. This is EO of course, I don't write anything else! I don't own them, because if I did: Olivia wouldn't be so annoying in some episodes! (Honestly, I love her to death but she needs to stop talking about her sexual assault so much, unless it's to Elliot!)

Olivia ran a hand down her face and pushed her chair back. This week had been hell, both for her and Elliot. First had been the ordeal with Gitano, which drained them both physically and emotionally. Elliot hadn't apologized or shown anything remotely friendly towards her since the dispute in the hallway. Even though they had fixed their relationship a little during the warehouse hostage situation, things had gone back into a rut. The best part had been the fact that there hadn't been a case since Gitano, so she was all caught up on her paperwork.

Olivia stood up and grabbed her coat. She didn't make eye contact with Elliot as she left, didn't say a word. That was how it had been between them, occasional small talk about regular things, such as 'pass me that file' or 'your cell phone rang while you were in the file room'.

Elliot watched Olivia leave. He felt terrible, he shouldn't have said those things to her in the hall that day and he really should have apologized. But he just couldn't seem to find the right moment, and when he did, he didn't know what to say. Elliot finished the file he was working on and left about an hour later.

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Olivia parked her car and headed into the apartment building that she lived in. As she dug around for her key, she heard movement behind her. Figuring it was one of her neighbors Olivia ignored it and kept looking through her purse. After a minute of looking without any luck, Olivia groaned and stepped off to the side to let the other person by.

"Looking for this?" A key appeared in front of Olivia's face. Olivia turned around and saw a man standing behind her, holding her key in one hand and a gun in the other.

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The next morning at nine, Elliot burst into Cragen's office, "Where's Liv?"

"You tell me." Cragen put the file he was reading down and stood up.

"She didn't call in sick or something?" Elliot asked as they entered the bullpen.

"No." Cragen wrinkled his eyebrows, "Call her."

"I did, twice." Elliot stated from his chair. "Home and cell, got no answer at either."

"Go to her apartment, see if she's okay. Report back to me when you're done."

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Olivia had no idea what had happened. One minute she'd been at her apartment…then it all went black. She was currently lying on a flimsy mattress in a freezing cold room. When she looked down, she paled. She was only in her underwear. "Oh god," Olivia whispered, hoping she wasn't raped.

"Oh don't worry Detective, I only make love to women who are awake." A voice laughed from the corner of the room.

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Elliot opened the door to Olivia's building, noting that her car was in the parking garage. He slowly made his way up the stairs; it had been awhile since he had been there. Her apartment door was closed and locked, so Elliot knocked a few times. When he didn't get an answer, he tried to pick the lock. When that didn't work, he kicked the door open and ran through the apartment. There was no one there. Her badge was sitting on the kitchen table though, with a note.

To whomever this may concern, Detective Benson is safe with me now. She needs to learn a lesson, and that lesson is that women cannot mess with the wrong men. She is quite beautiful, I'm sure Detective Stabler has noticed that on many occasions. Here's to hoping you find her in time to spare her beautiful face! Love, R

I know exactly where this story is going, but if you would like anything to be in it in particular, just leave it in your review! I would appreciate 6 reviews!