A/N: This is going to be an angsty one folks, full of hard-to-digest adult themes and emotional turmoil. Along with a little smut perhaps...if it's appropriate, but we'll take it one chapter at a time and see where it goes. STRONG M Rating for adult themes and possible explicit content.

DISCLAIMER: Rich kid Mr Dick Wolf owns these characters, but this plot here...this is mine. All mine.

Captivity - Chapter One

She struggled against the metal cuffs; the cold steel scraping against her wrists. Her skin was already red raw from her vain attempt to free herself from the shackles her captors had her under. A lone tear escaped her eye but was blinked back just as quickly as it had fallen. Shaking her head, Olivia tried to focus her mind on the here and now, banishing thoughts of the people she cared about whom she would never see again. That is, if she died here...and she was very confident that she wasn't going to be freed of her captors own free will.

Inhaling slow, deep breaths Olivia began to think practically; what was happening here – she ran the events of the previous hours over in her mind methodically. Right, she had been walking to work, it was early spring so there had been no excuse to jump in a cab. Her addictive personality had led her to Marco's Coffee House on the way to pick up her usual grande skinny latte; without which she couldn't function. She had taken a long first sip of the coffee; revelling in the thick, milky liquid warming her throat in the comforting way only Marco's Coffee House coffee could. Her second sip however had choked her. Her throat had grown tight and panic quickly set in. Eyes flitting from the cup in her hand up to the door of the lab. She was close, so close to work.

And that's when she saw him. Elliot was exiting the building, talking animatedly into his cell phone. Somewhere in the distance she heard the ringtone of her own phone sound, the vibrations coursing through her body. She looked up at him and saw the horror of the situation visible on his face as he registered what he was seeing. His cell fell to the floor as he pulled his gun from his belt and aimed it at her. Why is Elliot aiming his gun at me?

Then the reality of the situation flooded over her; the reflection of her attacker, no...attackers visible in the front windows of the precinct. The rope around her neck being pulled tighter as the world around her began to fade. And then...

Darkness. Cold, damp, darkness. She heaved her limbs only to find they were tightly shackled against a wall. With a draft present in the 'chamber' it didn't take her long to realise that she was naked; stripped of her clothes in a bid to strip her from her dignity. Her stomach churned at the thought of being 'handled' in such a way whilst she had been unconscious. She swallowed the bile as it began to rise in her throat and felt her thighs begin to throb. God, how long had she been here? Long enough for them to have their fun obviously, she thought with mild sarcasm.

Detective Elliot Stabler watched in horror as they jumped her from behind. She had been so preoccupied with her morning coffee and the endorphin releasing drug that she had let her guard slip. By the time she had realised what was happening...by the time she had locked her gaze with his, it was too late. He watched helplessly as the rope was tightened around her neck and she faded into darkness. Damn it, how could she have been so stupid! Olivia was never so careless, he thought angrily. But today she had been; the content smile had been so easily wiped from her face.

No sooner had Elliot watched Olivia's attackers flee the scene at high speed, his world too began to slowly fade away. As his vision grew blurry he struggled to hang on to the last few coherent seconds he had to think before his mind went blank and he was bundled into the Denali and driven off in the same direction as Olivia had been.

His eyes struggled to adjust to the dim light of the 'chamber' as he came to. His thoughts became more alert as his eyes scanned his surroundings. It was dark and cold. He was cold. Looking down he realised he had been stripped of all his clothes except his boxers. In a vain attempt to ease the throbbing in his head Elliot rubbed it reassuringly with both hands.

His head snapped up at the sound...a sob, barely there, barely audible. Searching his mind frantically, Elliot quickly pieced together the events that had led him to this present situation. Panic set in as he remembered her. Olivia.

There. The sound again. He held his breath and tried to block out all other senses, focussing solely on listening to the darkness.

Breathing. He definitely heard somebody breathing. Scanning the darkness slowly, Elliot's gaze finally settled on the spot where he had heard the noise come from. He strained his eyes against the dim light but slowly an image began to emerge. A blurred, dark block of a shape. Straining his eyes further on the image in front of him, Elliot began to breathe again. Long, slow, controlled breaths. He saw the object move and all his fears were confirmed. He watched, paralysed to the floor as Olivia lifted her head only to rest it back against the rough, stone wall. Dark waves fell across her face, shielding her eyes from his gaze but he knew it was her, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind.

He took a moment to drink in the sight in front of him. Olivia's neck was exposed but the skin was taught and blemish free. No wounds thank god! He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest and as he noticed her protruding bones he made a mental note to chastise her for all the weight she had lost recently. A vain attempt to bypass her breasts failed him as he noticed their full, pert form. His mouth became dry as he continued his visual journey across the smoothness of her torso and down to the juncture of her thighs.

And that's when it hit him; the horror of the situation they were in. His breath caught in his chest as his eyes focussed on the bloody cuts on her upper thighs, the early signs of bruising beginning to form on her skin. He examined her most intimate parts from afar but could still conclude without a shadow of a doubt that she had been violated.

Fists balled and jaw clenched, Elliot surveyed the room once more, confirming that they were alone in the room. He quietly crawled over to the wall the captors had shackled Olivia to. Rising on his unsteady legs Elliot brought a hand to Olivia's face, brushing the ragged strands gently from her eyes. Olivia opened her eyes wearily, preparing herself for another round from her attackers.

"Please, do it quickly..." she mumbled, still groggy from the sedatives she'd consumed, before letting her eyes flutter shut once more. His concern grew at the sign of her easy submission; where was the strong, confident Detective Benson he knew so well?

His fingers traced softly down her cheek and across her jawbone. Rubbing his thumb tentatively over her dry lips he pleaded with her in a whisper to wake up.

"Olivia...Liv...come on, it's me liv...it's El. Wake up!" His voice became more frantic; if he had any chance of getting them out of this situation he needed her awake and compliant. Bringing his face closer still, so their lips almost touched, he pleaded with her once more.

"Please wake up Olivia...let's get you out of here and grab some of that coffee you love so much yeah?"

Her eyes fluttered open and with Elliot's gentle encouragement it wasn't long before Olivia was back in the moment, her senses alert and on the ball.

A/N: Please review...chapter two...?