Friday

Olivia was leaving the bar when she heard the scream. She headed toward the source while pulling her gun frm her purse.

The last thing she saw was a young girl with a man holding a gun to her head and a flash of feeling a hand over her mouth, she became aware of an excruciating burning sensation in her lungs.

Her gun dropped to the ground as the world went dark.

Her eyes blinked open to darkness. The overwhelming smell of blood and sweat met her nostrils as she tried to find out where she was. When she moved, she quickly discovered that her hands were tied behind her back and that the knot was securing her to some sort of pole.

The darkness swallowed her as she began to realize what was happening. Her heart pumped so fast she was afraid it would pound right out of her chest. She used the last of her energy to speak only one word.

"Hello?" She needed to know if she was alone in the back of this moving truck. A small noise from across the open space made her heart beat even faster.

"I'm sorry." A soft female voice came, "They told me if I didn't do it they'd kill me."

Olivia swallowed hard, "Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm their slave-just like you."

Elliot and Fin watched Olivia leave the bar with smiles on their faces.

"Thank The Lord for weekends." Fin took a swig of his beer.

"I hear you. Especially weekends that we're not on call." Elliot said with a smile.

"Well, I'm going to head home." Elliot got up and set down money for both drinks.

"Nah, man. I've got this round. You can pay next week." Fin handed his money back and laid his own down.

"See you Monday." He patted him on the back gently and left the building.

The hot July evening was sticky upon his skin as Elliot left the bar. He unlocked his car at the doorway, keeping his eyes on his phone which displayed a text message from Munch.

His eyes were glued to the screen until he reached the door of his car. Without taking a look back, he was in the busy road on his way home.

Fin exited the bar reading the same text message. Another conspiracy theory. He walked to his car chuckling to himself. He left through the back door, so he wouldn't have had a chance to see it. He cranked the air conditioning in his vehicle before heading home.

Olivia's Tahoe sat in the lot as the only indicator that something had gone horribly wrong.