A/N:Hey y'all!(Just to not confuse you) my username use to be jakefromstatefarm6. This will be a Bensidy if no one wants me to continue it. If you want it to be a multiple chapter it will be EO and Bensidy. THIS IS FOR MY SOA AUDITION SO I REALLY NEED SOME FEEDBACK EVEN IF YOU DONT LIKE THE SHIP. Please just soldier through it for me.
Disclaimer: Not mine *tears*
At 12:00am normal people sleep. Normal people have already entered their homes, eaten their "family-style" dinners, and have tucked in their kids. NYPD is anything but normal. They don't sleep. Their motto is "Drink coffee, you can sleep when you're dead." There is no so called "family-style" dinner with their families. On certain occasions 12:00am in the office is your home. Dinner is crappy take-out with your squad. Your captain. Your partner. No spouse. No kids.
But, don't forget some people that live ordinary lives have unordinary moments. Some glorious. Others heinous. It's no lie that the heinous moments happen frequently. We try to ignore them; we can't. Victims, love ones we cherish are being moved to new residences, leaving their bodies six feet under ground.
Who do we blame? Ourselves? Usually. Others? That's what we tell ourselves to do.
The only ones to blame are the scum that do the crimes. But then again, some can't help it. The urge has possessed them. That's its job. It creeps into your soul and when you least expect it rips it to shreds, bit by bit, piece by piece, until there's no hope for repair. Leaving you stranded in a bottomless empty pit of despair...
"We all know you've been through a lot but, this isn't the way out. We can get you whatever you want if you let the hostages go,"Cragen sternly tells the man on the other end of phone.
"You know what I want. Get her here," He replies.
"I won't le-" Captain tries.
Click. Dial tone.
"Son of a bitch!" Cragen's frustrated sigh brings the attention of the hostage negotiator.
"I told you you got one chance to talk him out of it or we're going in!" The young man screamed in the older man's face.
"You obviously haven't been doing this too long. If you go in there you're putting everyone's
lives in danger not to mention there is a gas station across the street! And I will not be apart of an idiotic operation that has a 10% chance of working! Look…I know the captor, I know his strengths and weaknesses, I know how to calm him down enough to get everyone out safely," Cragen rubs his face with his palm.
"Fine," the man grumbles,"So what's the plan? You gonna go in there and…" He signaled for Captain to finish his sentence.
"Oh I'm not going in," Captain concluded, pulling out his phone,"but my sergeant is."
Hopefully.
"Benson," she says groggily.
"Olivia, it's Cragen. I need you to get down to the cafe near the precinct as soon as you can," He then adds,"And call Nick, I want him here too."
"Okay no problem I'm at my desk… but can I ask why?"
"Hostage situation. Suspect asked for you," He finishes not wanting to give full details.
She wouldn't come if she knew.
"Wh-"
Click. Dial tone.
"So… Is this person coming?"Impatience building in the man earlier mentioned. Cragen nods and answers,"Yes and her partner is too".
Hopefully.
Ten minutes has been wasted as SWAT members position on roofs and alleys surrounding the small urban cafe. A black Ford Crown Victoria pulls up to the scene; no one notices it. A man and a woman quickly get out and rush to the only familiar face they see.
"Captain. What's going on?"The woman asks, flipping a piece of hair out her face. He looks at them in surprise.
"Benson, Amaro. There's a hostage situation. Benson, I need you to go in there and talk to the captor. Amaro wait by the door to get hostages out. This one is personal. Treat it delicately. We want everyone out alive," Cragen informs his two detectives as he hands them bullet proof vests.
"If this is personal than, who is this?" Amaro interrogates.
"One of my old friends,"Cragen answers. Benson looks at him skeptically,"Captain, if you expect me to go in there without a knowledge of the suspect like a sacrificial lamb... you can forget it. I want a name," she commands, earning a heavy sigh from her Captain.
"Elliot is in there holding hostages. And he… Brian's with him,"Captain Cragen tells her.
"W-what do you mean w-with him? Like, like um an accomplice?"She asks not really wanting an answer about her boyfriend's status. Her superior officer shakes his head slightly.
"Elliot said he's holding him at gunpoint as we speak," He answers her gently, then continues, "the last time he spoke to me and the Hostage Negotiator, he said if you weren't here in the next 45, now 28 minutes he would start shooting… children first," Cragen informs her as she wraps the blue velcro strips around her torso.
"Well we wouldn't want to disappoint, now would we captain?" Olivia asks, trying to be here normal strong sarcastic self. Add a smirk, you'll look like you're genuinely okay with your partner of 14 years that retired and left without a word, taking hostages including your boyfriend. A wide smirk appears on her face. I was joking you idiot.
"Olivia, If I could put you on the bench for this one I would but you're the option. We don't have much time to talk so I'm going to get to the point. You've got to know that he isn't the same man you worked with 2 years ago. That side of him is gone; probably never coming back. You need to put your judgement before your feelings before you do something you regret. No matter what happens you gotta stay strong," Cragen dismisses her with a fatherly hug.
As Olivia walked away she knew this was going to be a difficult mission. She was on a whole new level, this was the game changer.
… That hole gets pretty lonely. It's prisoners spend long empty days either at the bottom of a bottle trying to lose all feeling or applying incisions in their arms to feel anything. Others pick a different struggle, recruiting the weak, the cliff hangers, the one that are about to fall. These recruiters are known to us as 'the bring me downs' or 'the negative spirits'. But they're tricky, so tricky even that you don't expect what they have in store. "Misery likes company" they hum in glee as they plan their next ambush on the innocence. And if their schemes don't prevail? Oh please, we're talking about people who would die to make you miserable, they always touch at least one soul…
Thump. Thump. Thump. "El, open up...it's me!"Olivia shouted from outside the big wooden door. Olivia turns away from the door in defeat, only to be grabbed from behind and sucked into the cafe. Her eyes follow the masculine arms gripping her stomach.
"What, no hello?" The man says to her as he swiftly closes the door.
"What?"
"It's been like what… two, three years and I don't get a hello" He smirks.
"Elliot, I don't think you understand what kind of trouble you're in.,"Olivia stated firmly, looking at the frightened people, not seeing her boyfriend anywhere. He looked at her in hysteria and chuckled.
"You gonna arrest me?"Elliot asks already knowing the answer. "You know I could never do that,"She answers looking to the ground. "Yea I could have told you that," He replies looking at his victims. Olivia looked at him, analyzing his mental state, nothing made sense. Last time she saw him he was in the squad room, shooting the young girl who was revenging her mother's death, even though it was a good shooting, he was never seen again.
"Stop staring at me."
"Let these people go."
"How about we play a game? Pick three people. And I'll release them and we will go from there,"He suggests.
Olivia nods in agreement, getting three people out of here is better than letting them all die. There are 1,2,3,4,5… 24 people. Who is she suppose to choose? The grandma who is probably going to die soon? Or what about the attractive middle aged man? The Emo teens with the mascara running down their faces? Or the pregnant lady who has no business in a coffee shop in the first place? They all have families, lives to live, so much going for them. You're at a cross road Olivia, you need to make a decision now. Now! NOW!
"Okay listen up! I need you all to get into age groups! 12 and under sit at this table to my right! 13-17, you guys sit at the two tables to my left! 18 and under sit at the table in front of me and the table behind that one!" She yelled at the hostages. They complied as swiftly and without trouble, especially because Elliot's gun is now visible and pointed towards them.
"Tick. Tock. I'm getting impatient Liv," He smugly voices out, taking the safety lock off his gun.
"Give me a few more seconds. Ma'am you're pregnant correct?"Olivia looks at the woman in a loose t-shirt .
"Yes! Please just get me out of here!"She sobs involuntarily.
"I pick her and the two kids sitting at that table,"Olivia decides walking them to the door while keeping her eyes on Elliot.
"Nick! It's Olivia, I got three coming out!"
"10-4. Bring em,"Her partner, Nick Amaro, replies.
As the woman and two kids walked out hand in hand Elliot came over and looked at the door unpleasantly, as if he had x-Ray vision."That's my replacement or is it bring your son to work day?"Elliot states the obvious, yes Nick is young. But he's also protective, quick, loyal, passionate at what he does, he gets the job done, and he is there for her, everything Elliot use to be.
"Stop it. He's good police. And maybe I wouldn't have to tell you that if you stuck around,"She practically growls, not caring if he had a gun or not.
"Ouch that one hurt," He replies oozing with sarcasm,"Look Olivia, all I'm saying is that he doesn't care about you like I do. Did he ask if you were ok? No. Admit it, no one cares as much as I do,"He concludes, looking away from her.
"El, you care about me? Care… about me? If you really cared you would let these people go. If you cared… about me then you could have talked to me without all this…this mess. El, I care about you too. To a point where my head spins when I think about it. I'm trying to help you because I care, what you need to do is get everyone out of here, all you need is me. They're not going to let me get shot,"Olivia basically pleads.
"Mister. I h-have to go to the bath-room,"A teenage girl declares, squirming in her seat.
"Well, you should have thought about that before you chugged down that whole coffee!"He screamed in her face pointing the gun at her.
"Elliot stop!" Olivia tried.
"Don't talk to my daughter like that you ass!"
"I have to pee!" The girl choked out in between sobs.
"I have a trick for that. You sit there and hold it. Or I kill you and your parents!" Elliot silences them all with his threat; not for too long.
"El, just let her pee!"Olivia shrieks. Of course, Olivia can't let it go.
"No! The little bitch needs to learn!"Elliot gnarls.
"She's 14!"
"Nobody asked you lady"
"M-mom don't upset him"An older boy advises his mother.
A man who was approximately in his forties with a medium build, swiftly lunges at Elliot, causing them both to fall to the ground. During the struggle, Olivia guides people to the door in groups of seven while canvassing for Elliot's gun. If only she had looked harder.
Click. Boom.
"Oh my god,"Olivia whispered as tears like acid ran down her cheeks.
"Liv, I-I'm sor-"
"No! You do not get to say sorry! I, I can't even look at you right now! Empty the fucking gak and give it to me so this shit will be over!" Olivia screamed at him so hard, she was red in the face. Once he complied she ran over to the door and said the one thing she wish she didn't have to: "Suspect is deceased."
Olivia, honey, he was playing you, he planned this all along. You think he cared about you? Someone who takes your weaknesses, your flaws and uses them against you doesn't care about you.
"No one gets him like I do"
Obviously, you're right. He flirted with every woman he worked with…well except for you, deary. Remember Dani? The woman who replaced you while you worked in Oregon. It took her a few weeks to reel him in. The amount of time it took you to get on a first name basis with him, they were already having make out sessions by his jeep. The fact that it took about ten years to get a damn hug from him proves you were forever friend zoned.
Liv, you wasted a third of your life on this prick. When he retired all you got was a sticky note that said 'Liv' and a Semper Fi medallion, not to mention he didn't even give them to you himself. He didn't deserve such a wonderful, smart, and caring woman like yourself. Brian did you favor by killing him. He actually cares. He doesn't manipulate you. He always supports you. So who cares about what you want? Brian is what you need. E-
"Babe, wake up we're going to be late for work,"Brian calls from their bathroom. Olivia rapidly wakes up tossing and turning around in the sheets. When the sheets finally release her, she falls to the ground.
"Liv, are you okay?" Her boyfriend asks as he walks over to her.
"Um. Sure. I just had a bad dream." I think.
"What did the evil sheets try to mug you…again?"Brian asks as he helps her off the the ground.
"Haha, very funny Bri. You should have been a comedian instead of a cop,"Olivia comments as she watches him laugh at his own joke. When they were both dressed and ready for work, they sat at their dining room table eating breakfast and sharing the latest NYPD gossip.
Mission Completed.
Olivia moved her hand across the table, before she could reach Brian's hand her phone went off, he sighed as she reached for it.
(212) 475-2026
Liv, Meet me?
-El
Or has it just begun?
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