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Olivia walked into her apartment and sighed, wanting nothing more than to climb into bed after the very trying case, She was tired and frustrated, she thought about the two days that lay ahead of her, she had plans with Brian later but that night but was it, the rest of her time of would probably be spent lazing around on the coach watching T.v. Exciting she thought. She placed her bag of groceries on the kitchen table. She could put the contents away later now she was going to get changed and chill out. That was she thought, but then a sudden uncertainty crept into her mind, she was sure she just heard something, but she was alone. Don't be silly. She told herself, its been a long day, your starting to hear things time for bed, she criticized herself, but she couldn't shake that feeling. She wasn't sure what it was, fear? Perhaps. But why should she be afraid this was her apartment, she took two steps forward unable to stop herself. "Hello" she spoke confidently and calmly which surprised her because her heart had started to pound and her hand was shaking slightly, this is ridiculous, pull yourself together. She walked forward again bracing herself. "Hell-

"Welcome home detective Benson."

She froze. Unable to move, unable to breathe. Her heart had slowed down dangerously and she didn't know what she was going to do. William lewis, her head screamed at her body to do something, react grab your gun don't just stand there. But she couldn't move. Her breath became shaky as she tried to talk, to mutter to say anything. But her mind raced. How had he gotten in? how could she not have known? Why the hell was William lewis in her apartment? How was she going to get out of this alive? Her lips couldn't pronounce any words. That was when it happened. He moved his arm holding his gun suddenly and wrapped it around her neck the gun in his hand gripped like a vice, she could see his knuckles turning white around it. The barrel of the gun pointing upwards towards her, one wrong move from her one flex of his finger and her life would be over. She knew it and he knew it. She turned her head slowly and cautiously to look him in the face. As soon as she did she regretted it.

They were so close that she could feel his breath on her face. It disgusted her but she couldn't show it. The corners of his lips twitched into a smile and then into a grin. Olivia stared at him fear in her eyes, knowing full well of what he was capable of doing. Then using his arm en coiled round her neck he dragged her forward towards her bedroom. Olivia's feet wouldn't move and she practically fell over as he dragged her. But his grip around her never loosened. As soon as he got to the bedroom he threw her forwards taking the gun from its holster around her him and completely letting go of her. He put her gun on the small table behind him near the bedroom door. Olivia stood there her knees threatening to give in under her. No. she had to stay strong. She had to escape. Now. While lewis placed her gun on the table she ran forward and grabbed the bedroom door handle but he was too quick. He spun around just as she reached for it and his hand holding the gun collided with her face. Olivia face exploded in pain and she fell to her knees beside him. Clutching her cheek she tried to stand again. The grin never left lewis' face as he stood in front of her and pushed her back down so she was on her knees again. Olivia looked up their eyes locked on each other for a moment. Her breathing stopped her heartbeat increased. Then he let out a small chuckle and brought the gun butt smashing into her face once again. This time sending her toppling to the floor in a heap. She was unconscious. Lewis stood over her smiling for a moment. Planning. Thoughts of what he could do to her right now overwhelmed him. He took a step back. Smiled once more and put his gun in the gap of his belt. Her gun still rested on the table. No rush he told himself take it easy. He walked back to her and crouched near her. He moved the hair from her face and gently stroked her swollen cheek. "Don't worry Liv, we got plenty of time and I know exactly what we're gonna do to fill it." he chuckled before grabbing her and lifting her into his arms and walking back into the kitchen.

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