Background: Previously established A/O, but Alex was abducted four years ago. Olivia is still searching for her, but not very actively, because she knows that finding Alex at this point is unlikely. Still, she will never give up hope!

"Police! Open up!" called Olivia, drawing her gun as Elliot banged on the basement door. They'd received a tip about a human trafficking organization operating in the area, and a witness had led them to this secluded area, and the basement. The witness said that there were as many as fifty women being transported in and out of this tiny warehouse at a time, and the entire team was ready to make the bust.

When no one answered the door, Olivia nodded to Elliot, and he rammed himself into the door, effectively tearing it down. The two of them ran into the basement with their guns drawn, Fin, John, and the captain close behind.

"Police!" Olivia called again. "We have a warrant to search the premises!"

Still, there was no answer, and the five of them started opening and closing random doors, looking for any sign of human life, praying that someone hadn't tipped the traffickers off and caused them to relocate their captives.

The rooms were mostly bedrooms, stark except for a plain white mattress and a blanket on each. There was no personality to any room until they reached the cellar.

In that room, the detectives found what they'd been looking for. Women, maybe twenty in all, chained and bound, huddled against the dank cellar wall, and men whom the detectives assumed were their captors. There were only six of them, but they surrendered right away, realizing they were cornered and done for, and they'd better cooperate before it was too late.

Fin and John started to unchain the terrified women and help them out to the waiting ambulance, while Elliot, Olivia, and the captain handcuffed and Mirandized the perps. Once they were all outside and waiting in the respective ambulances or police cars, Captain Cragen said, "Elliot, Olivia, I want you to go back and secure the area. Make sure you haven't missed anything, that there's no one left."

Elliot and Olivia went back into the basement, checking every room until they came upon the last one at the end of the corridor. This, too, was a bedroom, but more tastefully furnished than the others. It was larger, and beside the bed was a blanket. There was an ensuite bathroom, too, which was empty.

There was a tiny closet, and when Olivia tried to open the door, she found it locked. "El, it's locked," she said in an undertone. "You think the keys are here somewhere?"

He shrugged. "We won't know till we look."

They rummaged through the dresser drawers, but there was no key. Finally, they looked underneath the mattress, and there it was – a tiny gold key. Olivia tried it in the doorknob, and the door opened.

At first, she didn't see the two tiny figures curled up against the side. All she could see were the torture devices mounted on the wall, whips and collars and chains.

Then she heard a voice – a weak, thready voice, a voice she only heard in her dreams. "Olivia?"

Her breathing hitched, and suddenly Olivia couldn't breathe. It couldn't be – it couldn't be – it was.

She looked down, and she noticed the woman and the child lying on the ground. The woman had her arm wrapped tightly, protectively around the little girl, who couldn't have been more than three years old. The child had wispy blonde hair and big blue eyes, and Olivia understood all at once.

There was Alex, after so long, and there, lying in Alex's arms, was a child that could only be her daughter.

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