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The second hit to her temple knocked Olivia out for longer than Lewis wanted. When they arrived at their destination, he tried to wake her, but she wouldn't stir. He shook her for many minutes before giving up and carrying her into the house. Tossing her on a mattress, Lewis put his phone to his ear.

"Speak," the man spoke through the phone.

"Something's wrong with her," Lewis breathed.

"What do you mean?"

"Hugo, I think she has a brain injury..." Lewis trailed off as he watched Olivia lying motionless on the mattress.

"Excuse me?" Hugo demanded.

"Boss-" Lewis started.

"You weren't supposed to kill her, moron! God, you are worthless!" Hugo yelled into the phone.

Lewis slid down the wall as Hugo yelled at him for being unable to complete the job as instructed. How he never seemed able enough to do a damn thing.

"Stop it!" Lewis finally yelled. 

"Excuse me? You don't get to talk to me like that, Lewis! I built you, and I can destroy you as well. Figure out how to fix her, because if she dies, I will throw you under the bus. Trust me," Hugo warned. 

Lewis hung up the phone and tossed it to the floor as he watched Olivia closely. She was breathing, but that was all. He didn't mean to hit her hard enough to injure her brain. The plan was to knock her out again so she wouldn't fight him on the ride to the remote cabin in Kentucky. 

Lewis crawled across the floor and grabbed Olivia's hand. He gave it a tight squeeze, his eyes focused on her face. 

"C'mon, Liv. You need to wake up... Please," Lewis choked out.

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Elliot walked from the cribs, his thumb rubbing drool from the corner of his mouth. He had finally crashed after the stressful day and was praying to wake up to news. Olivia was having a healthy pregnancy, but he was still worried about her not getting food and being unable to take her vitamins.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," Fin teased from where he was lounging in his desk chair.

"Did you find her?" Elliot asked, ignoring the teasing.

"Not yet, but we are still looking. Maybe you should go home and see the girls," Fin replied. Elliot shook his head as he tucked his shirt into his slacks.

"They are safe with my parents and a few agents. My energy needs to go towards finding my wife. She didn't get dinner last night, so she must be starving this morning," Elliot replied weakly. He couldn't help but think about the few days Olivia missed a meal and would be incredibly sick to her stomach the next morning and would even get sick.

"Whoever took her might've fed her. If not, they'd be dealing with a hangry Olivia who isn't pleasant," Fin grinned, as he tried to keep things light. Yet nothing could be said to make Elliot feel better about his missing wife. Elliot turned to Fin as tears burned his eyes.

"I-I appreciate what you are trying to do, but please stop. Until Olivia is found, I won't be able to stop worrying. What if the man hurts her? Our son? She finally accepted she was pregnant and is enjoying everything, especially our son kicking and punching her. I'm going to follow up with the agents," Elliot frowned.

In Cragen's office, Elliot found Agent Ford sitting on the sofa with his laptop on his legs as he typed something.

"Ford," Elliot spoke.

"Hey, Elliot. How'd you sleep?" Ford asked, his eyes never leaving his laptop.

"I would've slept better next to my wife. How close are you to finding her?" He asked, hoping Ford and Cragen had more information than Fin did.

"We have a few leads."

"Okay, tell me and I'll run them!" Elliot replied eagerly.

"Stabler, we have officers and agents running them. I'd send you home to wait, but you won't go home and will get yourself into trouble," Cragen sighed.

"Sir, I can't just sit here and wait. Olivia is out there with God knows who and all I can do is twiddle my thumbs. I'm more useful on the streets canvassing and locating the bastard who took her," Elliot replied, his voice shaking.

"We have a list of men who might have helped. Do you want to look over the list and see if Olivia mentioned any of them before?" Ford asked, his hand holding out a folder.

"Yeah, I can do that," Elliot replied, taking the folder and sitting beside Ford. Opening the folder, Elliot saw the faces of men he hadn't seen before. Several of the names he hadn't heard of before, but towards the back of the stack was Hugo's picture.

He stared at the man who tried to kill Olivia on more than one occasion. No matter how many times he told himself Hugo was in prison, he knew the bastard still had reach outside of those walls.

"Add his mother and right-hand man to this stack," Elliot spoke.

"Huh?" Ford asked.

"The girls' godfather is Hugo's best friend and business partner. Uh, something with a last name that's a color," Elliot replied.

"Lewis Blue," Ford spoke.

"Yeah, that's his name. Olivia didn't talk about him much, but would occasionally. Then Barbara Wilson is his mother and she's a drunk, but was taking care of the kids when we rescued them. She's old, but maybe she took over Hugo's business and is getting back at Olivia for putting her precious baby boy in prison," Elliot sighed.

"Good job, Stabler. We are going to locate them both and question them," Ford spoke, standing quickly and shutting his laptop. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he left the office, and Cragen joined Elliot on the sofa.

"So what happened during your rescue mission?" Cragen asked. Elliot turned to his boss and gave him a weak smile.

"A lot of shit I'm too tired to tell you right now."