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Lewis walked through the front door of the cabin, a plastic bag of groceries in his hand. As he flicked on the overhead light, he found Olivia sitting up. He quickly dropped the bag and ran to her side, his hand resting against her shoulder.

"Olivia?" Lewis asked. Olivia turned her gaze to him, and he knew the moment he looked into her eyes, she didn't remember him. He was a stranger to her, which made him wonder if she knew anything.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice weak. He had tried to keep her hydrated but was worried what water ended up in her throat would be inhaled instead.

"Liv-" He started, but she grew scared and stood up quickly. He placed his hands on her waist as she swayed.

"Don't touch me!" Olivia screamed, shoving his hands from her waist.

"Olivia, you are okay! I'm a friend, and I'm helping you!" Lewis lied.

"What is this, then? Or the red stuff on the pillow?" Olivia yelled, one hand resting against her belly and the other pointing at the blood-stained pillow. Lewis swallowed hard as he picked up the pillow.

"You are pregnant, so that's your baby... This blood is from a cut on your head. You tripped and hit your head," Lewis lied once more. He cared about Olivia more than Hugo ever did, but now he was hurting Olivia because Hugo told him to.

"Baby? I'm having a baby?" Olivia whispered, shocked by the news. Looking down, Olivia knew she must've been pregnant for a while, but didn't remember a thing.

"Yes, you are. This is your third, but I can't remember if you told me what it is," Lewis breathed.

"My third? How hard did I hit my head?" Olivia whimpered, taking a step back from Lewis. The living room of the cabin was small, so she was against the wall.

"Liv, it doesn't matter. I'm glad you are awake, and I'm sure your memory will come back soon. Until then, I need to call Hugo-" Lewis started, but the scream that came from Olivia's throat broke his heart.

The mention of her abuser scared the crap out of her.

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Elliot walked laps around the squad room as he twisted his wedding band around. It had been four entire days since Olivia went missing, and every hour made Elliot wonder if he'd ever see his wife again. Deep down, he knew she was still alive, but couldn't help but wonder for how much longer.

"Elliot?" Rory asked as she approached her step-father. Elliot stopped his lap and turned to the girl. She looked just as exhausted as he was.

"Hey, sweetie. C'mere," Elliot breathed, stepping forward and hugging her tightly.

"Did they find Mama? I'm worried," Rory whispered, her face buried in Elliot's shirt. Elliot squatted down to her height and gently brushed a tear from her cheek.

"No, honey. They haven't found Mama yet... But they are still working hard to get her home to us," Elliot replied.

"Macie cries every night, so I haven't slept in a while," Rory sighed, as Elliot stood and grabbed her hand. They walked towards the break room as Elliot frowned deeply.

"I'm sorry, kid. Is Macie here as well?" Elliot asked, but Rory shook her head.

"One of our agents had to come here today, so I came with him. I think he was the one from the airport."

"Agent Greene?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, he went back to the office with Agent Ford," Rory replied. Elliot helped the girl to a table before putting his card in the vending machine and pressing the numbers for two sodas and a bag of cookies.

"Rory, life won't always be like this," Elliot spoke, as he opened the soda for the girl. 

"Mama doesn't let us drink soda," she spoke.

"You can have soda today, but not all the time. She also wouldn't be happy that you are going to snack on cookies and soda before noon, but I gotta be the fun dad sometimes," Elliot replied. Rory looked down at the table before taking a shaky hand to the tears on her cheeks.

"I think my other dad is behind this," Rory whispered.

"What?"

"Hugo... He took my mama or had someone else take her, and now I may never see her again," Rory whimpered.

Elliot reached across the table and grabbed Rory's hand before giving it a loving squeeze.

"We will find your mama and baby brother, kid. We just became a family, and it wouldn't be right if we didn't get to enjoy it."

"What if she doesn't want to be a family when she gets back?" Rory whispered.

Elliot didn't know how to respond, because he wasn't sure. Olivia would be traumatized by this kidnapping, and she may be too far gone to come back to them.

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Lewis sat a plate and a bottle of water on the floor in front of Olivia. She had cried for a very long time, now she sat numbly in the corner.

"You need to eat and get something to drink," Lewis breathed, as he stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's poisoned," Olivia whispered.

"The food? Olivia, I prepared it. Hugo is in prison and can't hurt you," Lewis breathed. Olivia looked up from the plate, her eyes wide.

"He's in prison?"

"Yes, and has been for months..." Lewis trailed off.

"He put you up to this, right?" Olivia asked.

Lewis looked at Olivia and couldn't tell if she was faking it. Before she went into protection, he could always tell when she was lying. Now he couldn't.

"No, I saved you from him. That's our baby," Lewis breathed. Olivia looked down at her swollen midsection before slipping her hand under the chair beside her.

Lewis' eyes went wide when he saw his gun in her hand. She took the safety off and eyed him quietly.

"Olivia-" Lewis started.

"My husband and I created this baby together, and he's worried sick back home because you are too much of a pussy to stand up for yourself. You will always be Hugo's bitch, and today you are mine as well."