The room was dark. Amanda wasn't sure if that was because it actually was, or if she was blind. She blinked, but nothing in the room seemed to focus. She felt dizzy, as if she was drugged. She brought her hand to her head, and let out a small groan when she felt an egg sized bump under it. She tried to sit up, but something sharp scrapped along her back, which made her change her mind. "Ouch," She murmured, trying to regain her focus so she could see where she was, or at least see how big of a space she was in. She closed her eyes, rubbed them gently, and then opened her eyes to see just a little light peeping through the bottom, of what she could only guess was a door. It was enough light to see that she was in a small room, but big enough to move around. On the walls there were nails poking out, so she knew that when she moved earlier, she had cut her back with one. She glanced around the room again, and spotted a bucket and a bottle of water. At least they weren't going to make me dehydrated, she thought. But I guess I'm going to starve.

Amanda let out another groan, as she moved towards the bottle of water – she had moved too fast. Her head started to pound, and she suddenly felt very nauseous. She paused for a second, trying to hold back the vomit that was threatening to escape her lips. She didn't want too – she didn't know how long she had been out for, so she had no idea how long it had been since she last eaten. She didn't want to lose whatever food she had in her stomach. Too late, she thought as she scrambled to the bucket as fast as she could. She emptied whatever she had left in her stomach – once she first spewed in the bucket, it seemed that she couldn't stop. She groaned once again, when she had nothing else to spew up. She felt terrible. She grabbed the drink of water, and took a couple of sips, to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. It wasn't any good, but she didn't know when or if her kidnappers would replace the bottle of water. She had to save it.

Amanda glanced around her; the wall closest to her seemed free of nails, so she leaned against it. It felt uncomfortable; considering she was sure the wall wasn't made of something soft. It was hard, almost rocky, but if it was rock, why were there nails poking through? Amanda stared at the light that was seeping through into the room. Why was she here? Who had kidnapped her? Why had they kidnapped her? The trail, Murphy, Olivia all went through her mind. Maybe it had nothing to that? Maybe it had everything to do with it? Murphy did threaten her. He did tell her that she would disappear – had he gotten his boys to kidnap her? Or maybe someone figured out her relationship with Olivia, and was against same-sex relationships? Maybe it had to do with another case all together. Maybe she pissed someone else off while trying to arrest them? Amanda sighed, her head still pounding. She was sure she was filthy – with blood, and dirt, but right at that moment, she had better things to worry about – like whether or not she was going to survive the stench of her own vomit.

It was almost lunch time – Olivia had just finished testifying on Amanda's behalf. She over reacted with the summons to court – she thought the defence had ordered her to testify, but it was Gillian. If she had actually waited for her to come into the precinct that night, instead of blaming Amanda for outing them, then she would probably still be in a relationship with her. She felt awful. All she was asked was whether or not it was true that she saw Amanda's injuries. Considering she was a co-worker, and a friend, there was no surprise that she was concerned for Amanda. Olivia was just so paranoid that they had figured out their relationship with each other, that she over reacted. She walked into the precinct, ready to apologise to Amanda, if she would even give her the time of day, but she was surprised to see that Amanda wasn't even there. Everyone else was – Munch, Fin and Amaro were all looking at the computer screen, no doubt trying to figure out the connection between the two rape victims on the case that they had picked up yesterday. Cragen was in his office, the door shut, which meant business. "Where's Rollins?" Olivia questioned, a feeling of guilt washing over her. Did she take the day off because I had upset her that much? Olivia thought, biting her lip ever so slightly. Amaro merely looked back at Olivia and shrugged his shoulders. "She never showed up this morning – Cragen's trying to reach her now," Fin responded, looking at her with a small raise of his eyebrow. Rollins was his partner, more or less, why did she care?

Olivia raised her own eyebrow, and turned towards Cragen's office, not even bothering to knock. He had just hung the phone, and was now looking at Olivia. "Where is she? Where's Amanda?" Olivia asked, concern seeping through her tone, as she realised that Cragen had no idea, which meant that she hadn't called in that morning to explain her absence. "Her cell phone went to voice message after a few tones – her home phone went straight there," Cragen responded, knowing full well why Olivia sounded so concerned. He had figured it out yesterday – the way that Amanda had said her name in court, the way they acted around each other during cases, the way they looked at each other when they worked on their paper work. He could see it; he just didn't want to get involved. All he wanted was Olivia to be happy – she had lost everything working here, it was the least she deserved. And Amanda was like a daughter to him too – she was struggling, and he could see that. He knew from the moment she transferred from Atlanta, that she was going to need a father figure, and now that she hadn't shown up to work, after attending a trail of a man who wanted her dead, he was worried. So it was only fair that Olivia was upset as well. "Go to her apartment – we'll be alright here, just give me a call if anything happens, or indicates where she is," Cragen ordered, standing up from behind his desk, and started walking towards the door. He stopped and put his hand on Olivia's shoulder. "She'll be alright, whether she is – she's strong," Cragen assured her, feeling the need to say something to stop her from worrying too much. Olivia gulped as she looked at her Captain. Does he know? She nodded her head, and turned around to follow him, then walked out of the precinct and down towards the parking lot, where her Crown Vic was parked.

No matter how many times she tried to get up, Amanda just couldn't handle the pain that went along with it. Her head was still pounding; just how hard did they hit me? Her legs felt unsteady, as if someone had injected a drug into them to make them numb – perhaps it was due to how hard she was forced into the car, or how rough they had been when they threw her onto the cellar floor. Amanda was able to move merely inches – and that was if she didn't stand up. She moved her body along the cold, hard concrete floor, trying to watch out for any loose, sticking out nails. Luckily there weren't any – so Amanda was free to move as far away from the bucket of spew as she could. The smell was getting to her – she couldn't think straight, she couldn't even breathe. She held the bottle of water tightly in her hands – it was the only thing that was going to keep her alive, if she was going to be stuck down here for a long time. She had no food – it was her best option.

Amanda was getting cold – there was no blanket around, and all she was wearing was a t-shirt and some black slacks. She wished that she had put on a jersey before she had fallen asleep back in her apartment. She shivered, moving her body as much as could, so she could crawl up into a small ball to keep herself warm. Just as she successfully manoeuvred her body, the door to her 'cell' bursted open, and within seconds, she was forced to her feet, and slammed against the wall. She groaned in pain, her back feeling as if it was shattering into millions of pieces. "You've pissed off the wrong man, detective," the man, who had his hand securely around her throat as he held her up. "Just think – if you hadn't of opened your big, fat mouth, you wouldn't be in this position," he laughed cruelly, and within second his fist connected with Amanda's lips, causing it to split. She could taste her coopery, salty blood pour into her mouth, as she let out a cry. "Please," She murmured, "stop," She asked, but the words didn't seem to come out of her mouth – only blood. It fell down her chin, and it caused the man to laugh even more. "Pathetic – you can't even get hit without producing blood," He commented, punching her once more, but in the same place Murphy had hit her own weeks before. "That's from Murphy," He announced, and then he threw her on the ground, not caring how much he hurt her. He came up on top of her, pulling down her slacks as leaned in close. "A sex crimes detective – about to get what she deserves," He whispered, his voice penetrating her mind, as she let out a soft whimper. She was too hurt to fight back – her mouth was throbbing, her head was pounding, her stomach had weakened her. "Please don't," was all she could manage, but he just laughed in response, as he completely removed her slacks.

Olivia wanted nothing more than to come to Amanda's apartment to find that she was just refusing to come to work or answer her phone – but she knew that was a long shot, considering Amanda loved her job just as much as she did. She wouldn't risk doing something stupid like skipping a day at work without calling in. Olivia knew something was wrong – even as she got of the elevator on Amanda's floor, she could tell that something wasn't right. She walked to Amanda's apartment, pausing for only a second before she drew out her gun from the holster. The door was open – not because someone forgot to shut it, but like it had been kicked open. The door was broken – the handle was hanging down, like it had been ripped off. It made Olivia feel sick, but she pushed it open with her hand, while steadily holding her gun. She looked around the apartment, making sure that no one was in the house. When she completely cleared it, she put away her gun, and actually looked around, trying to get clues to where Amanda was. The kitchen and lounge area was completely clean – it looked exactly like it was when Olivia left the day before. It was when she got into Amanda's room, that her worse thoughts came true. There was blood all over her bed. It was on her pillows, some had even scattered on the wall. She stared at it for a moment, before grabbing her phone, and dialled Captain Cragen's number. "Amanda's been kidnapped," Olivia told Cragen the moment he answered his phone. There was some silence on the other end, but she knew that Cragen was still on the line, because he was still breathing into the phone. "Get the security tapes for her floor, the entrance, and any exits that the building has," Cragen ordered, Olivia's heart beating loudly in her chest. "Of course," She answered, knowing full well that those tapes were going to show her coming around every night, and show her approaching her apartment angrily, and banging on her door. "Well find her, Liv," Cragen told her, before he disconnected the phone. Olivia nodded her head, as she put her phone back into her pocket. "I know we will," She said to herself, out aloud. She glanced around Amanda's room once more, hoping, praying, that where ever she was, she was safe.