My First SVU FanFic

In the setting of Zebras. What if Oliva hadn't been able to trick Dale with her performance? What if Dale's patience ran out? E/Oish, Spoilers

Sushi? That wasn't right. Elliot never ate sushi. She hadn't much trust in Dale, and certainly wouldn't grant any to him now. Swiftly, Olivia pushed her cell phone into the fabric of her pocket, and stood, her chair quickly rubbing against the floor as she did so. Her pace was quick, her expression hard, something that didn't go un-noticed.

"Liv, where are you going?" John asked quizzically, almost comically. Olivia paused, and turned herself towards Munch.

"Elliot doesn't eat sushi." She huffed. Her eyes were distant, a tint of dismay in her voice. She swung herself in the direction of the door, and took off. Fin had lifted his eyes from the papers skewed over his desk, watching in inquisitive silence. He and John shared a confused look.

Olivia approached the doorway to the lab, brows furrowed together.

"Elliot?" She called. She was given no response. "El?" She stepped further, ready to slip into the room. She took a few more steps, eyes scanning lightly over the room.

"Hmmmphhhm!"

The sound of Elliot's muffled words reached her eyes, quickly leading her eyes to him. Terror washed over her suddenly, and she paused, eyes wide. He was strapped to his chair, blood seeping from the slices across his torso, silence kept by duct tape.

"Elliot!" She spoke shakily, lifting up her jacket to grab her gun. She quickly advanced forward. This was only met by Elliot's muffled warnings, as well as his head shaking vigorously from side to side. She darted forward, worry etched into her face.

"DON'T MOVE!" A voice shrieked. Olivia stopped in her tracks, her face turning from worry to a sickening realization. She glanced downward and let out a breath of surprise, seeing her co-worker lying upon the floor. His eyes were fixed forward, and a deep puddle of crimson had formed on his blue shirt.

Olivia stepped back, breathing heavily. Stunned with terror, she continued to slowly move backwards, her lands lifting up from her side. Dale paced marched forward, arms straight forward, his gun's deadly sights set on Olivia's back.

Elliot's pale blue eyes darted from Olivia to Dale, but he made no attempt to speak again.

"Dale…?" Olivia half asked, her head tilting towards the source of the voice.

"Put your gun down." Dale ordered sternly.

"Dale." Olivia almost whispered, her head fully turning towards him. Dale fiddled with his gun, and then yelled again.

"PUT YOUR GUN DOWN." He snarled. Olivia moved quickly, her hands falling to her sides to remove the gun from its place. She lifted it out from her side, and turned to Dale once more.

"Okay, Dale, okay." She uttered shakily, breathing deeply between each word. She dropped the gun, allowing it to clatter to the floor.* She shuffled away, eyes racing to meet Elliot's. He only returned her gaze with a blink, unable to adequately speak. She closed her eyes, realizing she couldn't get any help from her partner.

"What are you doing here, Liv?" Dale asked, almost playfully. "I don't want to have to hurt you too." Dale confessed, his voice a bit shaky.

"Then don't." Olivia replied almost harshly, her head turned towards him once again.

Dale opened his mouth as if to speak, half-taken aback by her suggestion. He appeared as though he was ready to laugh. "I don't have much of a choice. You've seen a little much." As he spoke, he gestured towards Elliot.

Olivia turned herself fully towards Dale, her hands raised, a smile tugging at her lip. "Let's all calm down." She suggested gently. "'Kay dale? Just relax, 'cause you did good." Olivia bared her teeth in a partial grin. "Really good."

Dale's mouth parted slightly, and he rubbed his face against his sleeve to remove the sweat that was forming on his face. "What?" He breathed, his skin wrinkling as his faced filled with confusion.

Olivia's smile vanished. "Well, I think it's pretty clear what happened here, right?" She turned her head, thinking. "One of Harrison's… crazy followers got in here, attacked these two, you found the bodies, you secured the crime scene and then you called me." She had turned towards Elliot while talking, and turned back towards Dale.

She had caught the look in his eyes, a glint of betrayal and bewilderment.

"I… I did?" Dale asked, wiping his face against his sleeve again. Olivia's devilish smile reappeared.

"That's what I'm going to tell Cragen. And you... can finagle the evidence, so that everyone will believe it too." Olivia's head dipped to the side, her smile growing larger. Dale rubbed his face against his arms again, expression confused. "SVU hero – killed in the line of duty." She turned to point at Elliot, who searched with his eyes for the truth.

Olivia circled herself back towards Dale, her hands raised into the air. "It's perfect."

Dale waved his gun about, his expression almost pouty. "You're lying." He threw the accusation in an almost childish voice. "You're lying!" He snapped, stretching his arms further to aim at Olivia.

"You think…" She responded, "You're the only one's who life is hell because of this prick?" She raised her voice steadily, revolving around to Elliot and advancing towards him. Her eyes were crazily wide, and she slammed her palm across Elliot's face, turning it away from her.

"Hmph!" He exclaimed into the silver tape, and pulled his head back. Dale's eyes went wide, confusion replaced by curiosity.

"Liv, do THIS!" She struck him a second time, enticing another muffled cry from him. "Live, do THAT!" She threw her body into the next blow she dealt, emotion running clear from her voice. "I'm sick of it." She hissed, and reached to tear the tape away from Elliot's face that had prevented the world of knowing of his terror and agony.

"No, don't don't!" Dale cried, stepping forward. This wasn't how he wanted this. It was a stupid act, or even if it wasn't, he wanted feel Elliot's bone's break under his hands, not hers. She didn't hate him, if anything she cared about him, from what he saw. This wasn't anything more than a twisted joke, their sick attempt to prove him an idiot once more.

"I want. To hear him. Scream." She snapped, emphasizing each note.

"Don't you touch me again." Elliot hissed back, breathing heavily.

"Did someone say you could talk?"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" Dale screamed. Boom. The trigger had been pulled; the shot had been fire, letting a resounding echo ring around the room. It had been aimed at Olivia's back. Olivia gasped, jolting forward. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. She tried to speak, but it only left her as raspy breaths and gasps. She clutched at her shirt, feeling the crimson blood ooze over her chest. The strength sapped from her, her knees buckled. She fell backward, landing with a sickening thud and more blood gushed up and seeped over her violet top.

"OLIVIA!" Elliot paused, taking in for a moment what had happened, eyes wide with terror. Had she really tried to turn against him? No, she couldn't of. He didn't believe it.