A Year and 365 Days

Chapter 1

Breaking news shot through nation wide televisions, articles, and through word of mouth. NYPD and FBI had long awaited this day to come. It'd take a year to find the one they'd been searching for. It was time to bring their own, a brother in blue, home.
"Breaking News: The mysterious NYPD disappearance that took place nearly a year ago, has found Detective Olivia Benson. Nearly two months into the disappearance and investigation of the NYPD detective, only pointless leads were given and dropped. The FBI and NYPD working to close this case with a hopeful return...More to come on briefing you with this breaking story."

Flashes of the developing story would ring through the ears of America's busiest cities to America's smallest cities.

"An NYPD detective's disappearance tracing back to Central Europe, in the city of Zagreb, located in Croatia."

The discovery after nearly a year stayed on air for nearly an hour on channels, while NYPD would work on bringing one of their finest back home.

The detective would be foreign to her NYPD squad, she'd feel a metallic taste around them, but having those around her trying to find her, for nearly a year, she'd soon share her story.

I'd plan on arriving home the night of Friday, September 14, but I wouldn't get within five feet of the front door to my apartment. I hadn't had the chance to scream, the chance to fight, or event the chance to sense someone was behind me. I'd gone home from the one six with a week of sustaining an exhausting case that we'd finally closed that same night. First, I'd grab my purse and my tweed like materialized blazer. It was nearly fall, so I decided to take a light jacket with me. I slipped it on as I walked through the squad room past Rollins and Fin chatting over steaming coffee mugs. Amaro was on the phone with his daughter, Zara, discussing what they would do over the weekend. Only they wouldn't expect to be searching for me soon. My soon to be disappearance would take his bonding time with Zara completely away. We all counted on one another, NYPD, all others too, we would help each other, brothers in blue, as we would all say.

Texting Brian about the weekend we'd have together, having planned it for days, we wanted to get away, have our bonding time. Smiling down at his comments, I packed my things up. Walking on the marble like material floor of the squad room, I'd enter Cragen's office telling him I'm off. Smiling, he would tell me not to have too much fun. As he needed his finest to be able to be back on duty the following Monday. Keeping my gun on me and my badge close, I entered my car, before pulling out, slipping out a handheld mirror to check my makeup. Brushing my fingers through the shoulder length brown hair, I closed the mirror, starting the car.

Pulling out of the one six parking lot, I fixed myself into the left lane of NYPD traffic after a long day of work on Friday. Everyone was heading home to someone, or something. I'd be heading home to someone, finally, after years of feeling broken about not having anyone, at least not yet, I'd have the chance. Smiling to myself through the car rear view mirror, a black SUV pulled behind me in the same lane. I would speed up as the light changed to green. With traffic being heavy on Friday nights, it would take me nearly a half hour before I reached home, or at least tried to before my disappearance would be discovered by my fellow squad room. The apartment building had a adjoining parking lot about a block off for residents. Pulling in, I'd lock my car holding my purse with protectiveness, as always I would, as the past had granted me with burglaries before.

Half way to my apartment building, I wouldn't notice the lurking man who'd been the dark colored SUV behind me in the fast lane on my way home. Walking with cautiousness while getting my keys out to the building, I'd be smothered by an anonymous hand putting me in a choker hold. They'd put a rag over my mouth and nose, as I'd be breathing and fighting for air, chloroform filling my lungs, having me to slip into unconsciousness.

For a while, nobody of my squad room or the NYPD would even know I was just taken away from the safest place I'd call home. Soon, you'd be hearing missing person reports on the news of the detective who'd been taken, none would know why, how, and when. My squad would spend their life constantly for the next year to find me. The NYPD detective who went missing...

This is my story.
and this is how they'd find me.