A Year and 365 Days

Chapter 2

Friday, September 14

The night I was taken

Taking my blazer slumped on my desk chair, I pulled open the bottom drawer of my desk taking the keys to my car, then slipping it in the pocket of my work pants. Taking the remaining things I needed from my desk, I turned towards Cragen's office. With my jacket, purse, and cell phone in hand, I slipped through the wood paneled door of Captain Cragen. He was on the phone, then hung up after a minute or so. I made my move.

"I'm off for the night, cya on Monday." I commented
"Plans with Brian this weekend?"

Oliva blushed at the intimate moment that Cragen brought up

"Yea, been planning for a while, he's been busy with getting his shield back."
"I see, well have fun."
"I will" I said flashing a grin at him
"Not too much, remember I need one of my finest to be ready for a busy day starting Monday."

Cragen winked laughing a bit
Olivia shared the laugh in exchange
Finest. He'd never mention that before towards me.

I opened the door and waved goodbye to Cragen. I motioned towards Nick who was on the phone with his daughter Zara, as he'd been with her on the phone a half hour earlier. He motioned bye to me. Walking out of the entrance the squad room, Fin and Rollins yelled something to me while holding NYPD mugs filled with coffee, even on a. Friday night our NYPD cops would be holding coffee.

"Don't have TOO much fun with Cassidy!" They said in unison laughing it off

I rolled my eyes at them smirking and waving them off. Getting into the elevator, I made my way through the precinct lobby, and off to the parking lot. Skimming through the row of cars, I made my way to my silver Nissan. Unlocking the doors, I hopped inside the drivers side. Dumping my purse on the passenger seat to the right of me, I started the engine. Waiting for a break for someone to let me pull out onto the street, my cell phone rang. I stopped putting the emergency break back on, ignoring the running engine.

"Hello?"
"Hey Liv, nice to hear your voice again."
"We just talked earlier today Bri!" I smiled behind the phone
"Just excited to spend our weekend together."
"Finally." I exaggerated with a tone
"I'll meet you at your place, I'm not off until eleven o clock or so."
It was 9:00 already.

I'd soon hang up the phone after saying our plans for the night. Pulling out of the parking spot, I made my way for the easiest way to get back to my apartment. Hell, it was Friday night, any route would be crowded. Looking at the blanket of cabs, cars, and buses in front of me, I didn't care which way to go. It would take at least a half hour to get home. The signal turned green and I pressed the gas. After ten minutes of straight traffic, I noticed a black SUV behind me with tinted windows. The traffic moved faster and I made my way within blocks from my apartment. The SUV was still behind me, being a cop and all, it paranoid me. I decided to take a sharp left turn and circle the block, seeing the SUV get cut off by traffic. My nerves relaxed.

Finally reaching the residential parking lot for the apartment, I got out of my car locking the doors. I reached for my purse and adjusted it on my shoulder. Slipping my cell phone into the inside pocket of my jacket, I started walking, It was about 9:45 by the time I had gotten home from heavy traffic. Just an hour and fifteen minutes till I'd be able to start my weekend with Brian. Walking half way down the block passing alleyways and empty cars, I was grabbed by an anonymous pair of hands putting their hand over my mouth to stifle my cries for help. My first instinct, reaching for my gun, had been ruined. It was gone from the holster on my hip. I was unarmed and being held silent by somebody. I struggled with this silent person as I tried screaming I was only stopped by the rag put over my mouth and nose. I began to go blurry. I couldn't put things into perspective. An all too familiar smell came to mind, chloroform. This silent person had won this battle.

A half hour later

I started to wake up, I felt like I was hit by a rock. Feeling movement underneath me, I knew I was in some sort of car. Recognizing the large frame, tinted windows, I was in the SUV that was trailing behind me while going home. Slowly opening my eyes, I was laying down in the back seat, only against my will, as my hands had been tied behind my back. My feet were bound together. Realizing I had no chance of escaping, I tried to see who the silent person was that had kidnapped me.
They wore dark sunglasses over their eyes, but the man was near his thirty's, brown hair. I wondered if I could break the glass of the windows with my feet bound together. The man hadn't noticed me wake up. I made my move by using as much force as possible on the backseat window. I slammed my feet into the window. No movement.

"Bulletproof windows girly." The man spoke

I felt defeated. I wanted to ask so many questions as to why I was being taken.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" I said with anger in my voice
"You'll find out eventually."

I stumbled through my mind for words to say. I couldn't bring my self to anything to say.

"I see you have a badge here." The man said holding up the badge from the drivers seat while still keeping his eyes on the road.

I scoffed at the man. Noticing some sort of accent I couldn't identify at the moment.

"Your and NYPD cop aren't you?" He said boldly
"Yes, my partner, my squad, they will hunt you down."
"Sure...the way I'm taking you out of this country, they won't be so sure as where to start."

Country? I thought. Where the hell could I be going with this man. Why did he take me. What was I going to be used for? The car pulled to a stop and a door opened to the passengers side. Another man hopped in the car.

"You got another?" The man said to the driver turning towards me
"Yup, and she's an NY cop too."
"Makes them feisty. I like em like that."

This other man who had just gotten in had an American accent, no foreign one. This man was larger with heavier build. He reached towards me, brushing his hand on my cheek. I spit on his hand. Only afterwards, did I feel a slap across my face.

"Get the hell away from me and don't you dare touch me." I retorted cringing away from him
"Oh don't worry, we're gonna bond for a while, trust me."

I hated those words. I began to shrink down to a fetal position. I didn't have anyone to tell that I'd just been kidnapped or anything to do to try and escape. Nobody knew. Not yet.

Back at the apartment

Brian entered the apartment, having been late by a half hour or so. It was eleven thirty and he felt horrible for being late. He knocked on her door. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. Clicking open the lock to Olivia's apartment, he entered seeing no evidence of any movement throughout the apartment.

"Liv?"
No response.
"Olivia?"

Brian looked through the bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen not seeing any sign of her. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed her number. No answer. He began to get worried. Dialing a different number this time, he got an answer.

"Hello?"
"Brian? What's wrong?"
"I think Olivia didn't get home tonight."

Not only would that night be the beginning of my investigation of my disappearance, the entire squad would be hauled in at midnight to the one six. They would all be informed of my disappearance. This was the beginning for the hunt to find me.

(dont worry it gets way better to be honest, stick with me on this!)