Chapter Seventeen

Her Unplanned Life.

Disclaimer: I do not own Amanda Rollins, or the characters associated with this story. It belongs to the rightful owners of Law &Order: Special Victims Unit. No copyright infringement intended. Just a fan fiction I have been thinking about doing for a while.

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Three days had past and Amanda knew that every moment that went by, meant there was less chance of her being found. She knew it had been at least three days, because she had now seen the light under the door three times. She felt hopeless – her body was still bruised, so she could hardly move. It didn't help that every time the door opened, she froze, thinking that it was going to be that awful man coming back to finish what he started. But only one man had come in since he did, and he was the nice one. He was the one who gave her food, who gave her water, who gave her more blankets when the nights grew colder. He even emptied the bucket for her every once in a while, so she wouldn't die from her own bodily fluids. For all the nice things he had done for him, Amanda could only return the gesture by staring at him, afraid to speak, afraid to blink in fear for her safety. She felt pathetic. She knew deep down that she had to do something – she had to ignore the pain within her, and fight back, to try and escape.

Being trapped in the dark for three days only proved to be helpful for her – her eyes had begun to adjust to her surroundings, so she had become familiar to where she was being kept. She knew that the door was right opposite where she was sitting. She knew that the walls with the nails were either side of her, as she knew to avoid them. She knew she had enough room to move around, because before she was beaten to the point she could hardly move, she had walked around it. She had basically worked out the schedule of the young man who brought her food – since she had nothing to do, she had been counting over and over in her head, and she knew that every time she hit the number 5000, he would come in for one reason or another. Amanda knew she couldn't just outright try and fight back against her kidnappers – she had to think of a plan. She had to move her body around, as she hadn't done so in so long. She couldn't just expect her body to cooperate with her. She needed to practice.

Even though the room, prison, was extremely cold, Amanda pushed away the blankets from her body. She forced herself to stand, holding onto the wall as support as she did so. The task proved to be excruciating, but she had to do it. She tried to stay quiet, but it was so difficult not to let out a cry of pain. She put her hand over her mouth to make her noises seem less noisy. She winced as she continued up the wall, slowly, but still making progress. Finally she was standing upright. She still had to keep leaning against the wall, because her legs had begun shaking. She guessed it was due to sitting down for far too long, and not getting enough food. She hoped that it wasn't because her legs were damaged. She pushed herself off the wall gently, so she was standing up on her own. It was painful, but she tried to ignore the pain as she started walking slowly around the room. Her cracked rips protested, wanting to make her scream, but she knew she just had to ignore it. She kept walked, her hand kept out in front of her, just in case. She counted each step she took, trying to measure out how much room she had. If she knew that, then it might be easier to plan her attack. She held her side with her other hand, wondering if it would help kill the pain or not. It proved to help a little bit, which was better than no help at all.

Satisfied that she had walked around the whole room, Amanda walked back to the place she had been before, directly opposite of the door with the light peering through the bottom. All she had to do now was build the strength back up in her arms and legs. She slid down the wall, but stopped half way down it, so it looked as if she was sitting on a chair. It hurt like hell, but she had to build up her leg muscles. She sat in that position, counting in her head. She felt herself wanting to give up, but she kept pushing herself to do another twenty seconds, another ten, another five, until finally her legs gave way and she fell to the ground with a thud. Luckily there were a couple of blankets piled up in a bundle, and it was able to break her fall, so she wasn't hurt. She sighed when she realised that was the best she was going to do, in terms of what she could to get her strength back. The only other thing she could think of doing was going for a run, but of course, that was impossible. Now she had to work on her arms. She felt around for her two bottles of water. They were both filled right to the top – she hadn't drunken for a while, because she wanted to save the water for later, just in case her kidnappers decided they weren't going to give her anymore. Since they were both rather heavy, Amanda held them in both hands, and brought her arms out to the side. She held them there, once more resuming her counting. She tried to hold her arms up for as long as she could, but just like before, her arms protested against her, and won. Annoyed, slightly out of breath, and feeling rather dizzy, Amanda gave in to her water saving, and took a couple of large mouthfuls of one of her bottles.

Amanda then settled back in her spot, staring at the door. She lifted the blankets back onto her body, wanting to feel the warmth again, rather than the freezing cold. She started counting once again, the familiar rhythm of her day returning. Now all she had to do was wait. Wait for the nice man to come in, so she could attack him. He was careless with the door – he always left it open. He was her only chance of survival.

It was fair to say that Olivia was truly losing her mind. She had gone nuts – crazy even. She hadn't slept in days, and refused to listen to anybody who told her to get some rest. She always retorted with 'what if this was your partner? Would you let them suffer just so you could catch up on your beauty sleep?' By now, everyone in the 16th Precinct knew about her relationship with Amanda. Everyone knew why she was so determined to find her. So nobody really wanted to get in her way. Unfortunately, it made it difficult for anyone to work with her, even though everyone wanted to find Amanda safe and sound. Uniformed cops were starting to get irritated by her commands; some even went as far as reminding her that she wasn't the boss of them. This made her even madder, and if Cragen hadn't stepped in, reminding the cop that he was the captain, and repeated her order, then Olivia would have done something incredibly stupid. No one could understand what Olivia was feeling – it had been three days, and there was still no clue on the whereabouts of Amanda. They had come to a dead end on any of the properties that the two men owned – they had even checked out Murphy's, and came up with nothing. It was driving Olivia insane, as well as everyone around her.

It was now 12:35pm and Olivia had just finished scowling at two policemen who had taken time out to eat lunch. "Do you think that Amanda is so lucky to spare a few moments to indulge in luxury food?" She had asked them, hoping that at least they were feeding her. She knew what the odds were if they weren't. Just the thought made her more determined than before to find her. She walked over to the whiteboard, reviewing everything they had so far. The perps, their employment history, their education history, their criminal history. There was something in this set of information that she needed, that held the key to where they were keeping Amanda. There had to be something that they had missed earlier. She stared at it, looking, searching, and praying for some kind of miracle that she would find it, when suddenly her eyes lit up, like she had seen a dozen presents under a Christmas tree.

"I'VE FOUND IT!" Olivia cried, startling anyone who was around her as she ripped down both their criminal records from the board. "They knew each other before they met Murphy," Olivia exclaimed, moving over to the table where the others were sitting, reviewing Amanda's mail that they had received from her building's super. They all looked up at her, wondering what she as on about. "They went to the same juvenile facility together – their records should have been expunged the moment they finished their sentence, but as soon as they got out they committed another crime – they burnt it down," She explained, pushing the piece of paper into the middle of the table. "I'm so stupid! I should have seen this the moment we got their records, but I completely missed it! They pleaded guilty and only served five years in a psychiatrichospital," She continued, her finger pointing to the time line she was talking about. "After that they must have started gambling and met Murphy, because they laid low for a while before getting charged with assault with a deadly weapon. They've been partners for years, got the same convictions on everything," She stated, her voice filled with annoyance. "That juvenile facility was burnt down, but half of the building still remains intact. I will bet you anything that they are there – where they committed their first crime together," Olivia stated, her gut telling her that she was completely right.

Apparently her gut was the only one thinking that she was right – right away, Fin jumped up from his chair and hurried over to the computer. "What facility was it?" He questioned as he brought up the search engine onto the system. Olivia looked at the sheet of paper once more. "Saint Vincent's Juvenile Centre for Boys," Olivia responded, walking over behind the computer to see where it was located. "It's located in the Orchard Park Reservoir ," Fin stated. "Let's go," Olivia ordered, grabbing her jacket from behind her chair. "We'll put on vests in the car – we don't know what kind of weapons they are carrying – we're better to be safe than sorry," Olivia pointed out, as she watched as Fin and Amaro grabbed their coats. Olivia looked over at John – she understood why he wasn't moving. He wasn't as young as he used to be – this would have been hard on his body to deal with. "Brief Don when he gets back from the press realise," Olivia commanded, even though he was a higher rank than her. This was Olivia's case. This was Amanda they were talking about – Munch understood. "Of course. Stay safe – I want to see all of you back here in one piece," He stated, watching as Olivia and the others began to walk out of the Precinct. "Don't worry – I plan too," Olivia commented, just before she entered the elevator to go down to the car park. "Call for back up," She yelled out, just as the elevator doors began to close, which Munch did right away.

A/N: What you think? Do you think that Amanda has enough strength to escape? Or will Olivia be able to get there in time to rescue her before she's seriously hurt again? Please review and let me know what you think!. BTW. I made up the Juvenile Centre, and I don't live in New York, so I don't even know where anything is. So just keep that in mind.