A/N: Okay, so I have had this in the works for some time, and after a review post, I thought, why not see what ppl think of this… it's a little different from my other stuff, because it is extremely SAPPY, so those who aren't extreme E/O fans, might not enjoy this as much.

I won't be adding author notes to all these entries, only this chapter and number 13 onward, but if you have something you want to say… don't hesitate to leave me a review.

Happy reading, hope you enjoy. :)

Olivia held her hands firmly around the perps arm, doing her utmost to protect herself from being asphyxiated to death. The perp had one arm gripped tightly around her neck, the other held the revolver firmly at the base of her temple, threatening to pull the trigger if anybody moved. Fear ran through her body as she kept her eyes fixed on Elliot, there was no doubt in her mind that if he had the opportunity to shoot her, he'd take it in a heartbeat.

"Put the gun down, Johnson," Elliot ordered.

"Put yours down," he challenged with more anger than Elliot. "Your girlfriend is gonna be dead in a matter of seconds if you don't," he threatened.

"You don't want to do that," Olivia said fearing for her life. If Johnson felt shoved, he might lose control and shoot her and it would all be over.

"She sounds scared," Johnson teased Elliot. As far as Johnson was concerned, he had nothing to lose. If they captured him, he'd spend the rest of his life behind bars, all he had was his hope of running. Instantly, Elliot stepped forward thinking all he had to do was move the right way and Johnson would freak and back off. But it only created more tension and raised the anger and fear in Johnson.

"Just let her go Johnson," he demanded. Eliot could see that Olivia was frightened.

"BACK OFF!" he screamed tightening his grip of Olivia's neck and pushing the revolver harder against her head. Olivia winced trying to be brave. She wasn't going to cry. "Put the gun down, copper. I'll shoot her pretty head off, I swear it."

Elliot didn't doubt that. He stepped back. "Fine. I'm back. Just let her go and we'll reason this like men…"

"DON'T PUSH ME, MATE."

Elliot glanced at Olivia, and noticed she had tears building up in the corner of her eyes. "Okay…" he agreed. All he wanted to do was get Olivia out of the choke hold he had her in and get her back to the precinct safety. It was his only concern now. "I'm back."

"STAY BACK!" he yelled without patience.

"Okay… let her go and we can talk."

"I don't want to talk," he snapped. "I want out. I'm gonna run and you better not follow me."

"You know we can't do that," he reasoned. Johnson wasn't an idiot, he was fully aware that neither Elliot or Olivia could willingly let him walk away, but he still held onto the hope and he was using Olivia as his way out.

"You better," he began to look worried. "Or I'll kill her here and now…" again he tightened his arm around her neck and pressed the gun further against her skin. Olivia was clearly terrified.

"Okay, okay," Elliot held his free hand up to stop him from shooting, as if that actually worked. "You can run and I won't follow, but you have to let her go first."

"NO!" he declined. "You'll shoot me before I run. Give me your gun!"

Elliot shook his head and aimed his gun at his right shoulder. "I can't do that," all the time he stood there trembling with fear that he would shoot her before Elliot had a chance to shoot him. It struck a fear in him that was only present when Olivia's life was in immediate danger.

"DROP IT OR I'LL KILL HER." Johnson didn't look like he was playing him.

"Don't do it, Elliot," Olivia spoke. Elliot's eyes shifted from Johnson to his partner and he saw the desperation and fear in her eyes. "Don't be an idiot."

"He'll kill you," he reasoned contemplating the idea of handing over the gun.

"Don't do it…" she begged unwillingly, sacrificing her life so that a rapist wouldn't go free. "You can't let him back on the street."

"You don't value your life much, do you pretty piggy," Johnson asked.

"Not if it means a rapist like you goes free," she said with anger. Olivia was way past the fear now, she was calm and clear, she was in control of her thoughts and she wouldn't trade her life for the life of an innocent child. It was NOT who she was, or why she had become an SVU officer.

"Your gonna regret you said that," he laughed bitterly.

"WAIT!" Elliot panicked. At this point he was open to agree to anything that meant he'd let Olivia go. "She didn't mean that. I'll give you the gun… but you have to let her go."

Johnson nodded. "Okay. Drop the gun on the floor and slid it over, then I'll release her."

Elliot took a breath. "No I'll slid it over once you let her go."

"MY WAY!" he stated in rage.

It was a chance he had to take. He nodded. Gently he flicked the safety on the 9 mm pistol he had in his hand and then bent down not taking his eyes off the two of them.

"Elliot, don't be dumb!" Olivia barked.

"I have to do this, Olivia, he'll kill you… he's got nothing to lose," he told her.

"Neither have I," she reasoned as the tears feel gracefully down her face. Elliot didn't see it that way, Olivia had a job, she had him and she had years of retirement ahead of her when she was done at SVU. The thought of it ending there and then in a heartbeat, caused him physical pain. Johnson had no conscience.

"Yes you do," he replied.

Elliot lay the gun on the hard concrete floor of the abandoned garage, where they all stood in wait of their future. He pushed it gently across the ground and watched it stop at Johnson's feet. Then he stood.

"Let her go!" he demanded calmly.

Johnson smiled and looked directly into Elliot's eyes. "You're girlfriend was right, ugly dog. It was a dumb move to make."

Before Elliot moved, he heard the sound of the gun clicking and unconsciously waited for the bang that followed. His eyes locking straight on Olivia, as the tears stopped and an expression of something else came into her eyes, something he couldn't understand – he'd never seen it before.

Elliot felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest as he waited for the bullet to shoot through her head, but nothing happened. And when Elliot realized that Johnson's magazine was empty, he lunged forward and wrestled him to the ground, freeing Olivia from his grip. And when he had Johnson pinned against the concrete, he looked at Olivia, who stood there with a look of relief.