Disclaimer: I am travling to the middle east in search for a magic lamp. Hopefully I can get three wishes too! Of course I'll wish for ownership of Law & Order: SVU characters. Until then, Dick Wolf owns them!
A/N: I'm continuing the other story: "Rolex Rollaro" for now. But I wanted to get this one up too since this is one of the first stories I've written. When I originally wrote this one, it didn't have chapters to separate the story, so the word count is not going to be as high as my other stories.
It was a chilly winter night. Cragen had just sent himself and his detectives home. Olivia stayed, claiming that she had paperwork to do. She was the last one out of the entire precinct. She zipped her coat, put on her gloves, and checked for her gun, cuffs, phone, and keys before stepping out of the building.
She sauntered to her black squad car when suddenly a hand, with a rag, covered her nose. Olivia knew the sweet odor and clawed at her attacker. Unfortunately, her gloves only slid his hands. He held her against himself, until she went limp in his arms. He picked up the unconscious, female, detective and went into the empty precinct. He took the elevator, since his face was covered by a ski mask.
He got off at the fourth floor. Searching the rooms, he found the Crib. Smirking, he turned the lights on. Laying her on the bottom bunk of one of the bunks, he unzipped her jacket and threw it into his navy blue bag. He removed everything except her bra and panties. After that, he got duct tape from his duffel bag and tightly bound her hands above her head to the wooden support beams. Next, he taped her mouth shut and undressed himself. When he was completely undressed, he sat on her legs. He could wait for the detective to wake up on her own, but patience wasn't one of his best character traits. He grabbed her shoulders and shook them violently.
"Wake up," he whispered evilly. When she stirred, he stopped. She slowly blinked her eyes. Her head felt like it was spinning and she felt cold. She glanced down, seeing only her bra and panties were on. Her eyes flashed open, and she saw a man's figure on top of her. She screamed, but the duct tape muted the cry. She thrashed her body. He grabbed her jaw and jerked her head to look at him. She knew thrashing wasn't going to help, so she tried a different tactic. Glaring at him angrily, he smirked back. It sent chills down her spine. He leaned over and whispered, "Detective Benson, I've been waiting for this for a long time." He rubbed his erect member against her panties. This motion made her want to puke, but she couldn't. Her glaring eyes turned to wide, terrified eyes. She shook her head in disapproval. She inched back. Snatching a corner of the duct tape on her mouth, he tore it quickly. She yelped at the sharp pain. She moistened her lips before she spoke.
"Who are you?" Olivia growled like a dog protecting its food. He just snickered and twirled her hair around his index finger. She jerked away defiantly, only to be rewarded by a slap on her left cheek. The smack stung, but she scowled back at him. "What do you want from me?" Olivia kept her cop, interrogating tone. She gave him the death stare and gritted her pearly, white teeth.
"We're joined at the hip now," he smiled at his comment.
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean?" She stalled and hoped the precinct's security guard would find her before she was terrorized more.
"Now, stop talking, or I'll put the tape back on," he warned as he ripped a new piece of duct tape off the roll. She obeyed, reluctantly. He grinned as he got off of her. Her legs had been glued shut since he sat on them, and she planned on keeping them that way. No way in hell would she welcome a stranger, or just anybody between her legs. He was too strong and quickly overpowered her will. Prying her legs open, she involuntarily screamed for help. Forcefully driving the tape over her lips caused her to choke a bit. She had glassy eyes, but no tears fell…yet. Grabbing her gun, he smacked her already sore cheek with her own service weapon. She grunted and tried not to show pain, weakness, or vulnerability. Her mind raced with terrible images of the things he could do to her because she had no power to otherwise stop him.
A/N: Reviews are greatly appreciated, they make my day! This chapter is like a part 1, part 2 type of chapter FYI.