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A/N Okay so I know it's been a while since I did any Lowell Harris stuff but I missed him. He's just to evil and good looking not to play around with. This is a sequel to Unlocked, and takes place 9 months after she's rescued. For those of you that HAVE read it, I encourage you to go back and re read it. For those of you that never have read Unlocked its located in my profile. You don't have to but it'll make this story easier to understand. Elliot's still there, Calvin never happened, and Amaro and Rollins have never been heard of. So without further ado, I present to you; Caged. Read, REVIEW, and most of all enjoy.

Jasper walked in and went over to her and Elliot gave him ample room for him to examine her, trusting him more than he had ever trusted any doctor before this.

"How's your head feeling?" he asked as he softly touched the small cut on her forehead.

"It hurts a little but it'll be fine."

Jasper nodded before he looked down at her chart. "I'm upping the dosage of Tylenol from 250 milligrams to 500 okay?"

Olivia nodded in agreement as he put down the chart and looked down at her, an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Olivia," he spoke softly. "I should have done something when you first came in, called someone…"

"You didn't know what he was or what was going on."

"I still should have called the police. It was too obvious there was something going on. Maybe if I had…"

Olivia reached out and took his hand. He looked slightly confused for a moment before he held her hand as well. "You saved my life, Jasper; you and Elliot and Fin. You have nothing to be sorry for. I don't blame you for anything more then I blame anyone else," she added as she turned to Elliot and gave him a sad smile, silently telling him that the only person that needed blame was Harris, Parker, and herself.

Jasper finally smiled back at her and once more she gave him a timid smile.

"Thank you for that, Olivia. And I'm afraid I have some news…"

"What's wrong?" Elliot asked as he came back over to them. "Is she okay? Is the baby okay?"

"She and the baby are fine," he assured them. "It's about Harris."

At the mere name Elliot growled lowly and Olivia forced herself to withhold a fearful shudder.

"What about him?" Elliot spat angrily.

"I don't know if this is good news or not, but he's dead."

Olivia's eyes widened and her mouth fell open, hardly daring to believe his words. "He's… he's dead? How?"

"Overdose of Suxamethonium caused massive cardiac arrest and we couldn't save him in time," Jasper explained.

Olivia let out a sob and covered her mouth with her hand. When she pulled it away both men were relieved to see that she was smiling. "He's dead? Harris is really dead?"

Jasper smiled and nodded at her. "Yes, Olivia. He's dead and you will never see him ever again and he's probably already down in hell."

Another cry escaped her lips and she smiled even brighter at the doctor. "Thank you! Thank you so much! Oh god he's dead! He's really dead!"

Jasper smiled kindly at her before he picked up the clip board and held her hand once more. "You never have to thank me for that, Olivia. Ever. I'll be back to check on you later okay?"

With a small nod he left the tiny hospital room.

Elliot looked after him before he turned back to a practically glowing Olivia.

"I'll be right back, Olivia. I promise."

Olivia nodded then wrapped her arms around her stomach and looked towards the roof. "Did you hear that," she spoke softly as if to a lover. "He's dead, Kurt. He's dead…"

Elliot walked out of the hospital room and saw Jasper walking down on of the halls.

"Dr. Michaels!" he called out loudly.

Jasper turned back to him and waited patiently as Elliot strode up to him and took him gently by the arm and led him into an empty hospital room.

"What did you say Harris died of again?"

"Cardiac arrest."

"What was it caused by?" Elliot questioned, making sure he had heard right in Olivia's room.

Jasper's look turned dark as he answered. "Suxamethonium over dose. He probably had a weak heart."

Elliot shook his head. "He took an annual physical for his job not even two weeks ago that said his heart was fine. And wasn't that the drug you gave him to make him pass out?"

Jasper glowered at him as he nodded. "Yes."

"Didn't you know how much would be an appropriate amount?"

Jasper stayed silent and Elliot's eyes widened as the truth suddenly hit him. "You knew that much of that drug would give him cardiac arrest. You knew it would kill him…"

Jasper was silent for a moment before he spoke. His voice was stronger than anything Elliot ever heard and it almost frightened Elliot. "I should have called the cops or done something and instead I just pushed it off as simple abuse but she wouldn't tell me anything that would give me any need to call anyone… every time I even mentioned his name she looked like a holy man who had just seen the devil. No one who can emit that kind of look from someone like her deserves to live. And if you want to arrest me for murder go ahead, but I will NEVER be sorry for what I did to him."

Elliot and Jasper looked at one another for a moment before Elliot walked over to him and put his mouth right next to his ear. "If you didn't do it," Elliot whispered so softly that Jasper had a difficult time hearing him even with Elliot that close to his ear. "I would have. Thanks you."

Elliot pulled away and the two men looked at one another for a moment; a realization and understanding passing between them.

"I won't tell if you won't," Jasper told him as he stuck out his hand.

Elliot nodded and took Jaspers hand in a firm grasp. "Deal."

The two men shook hands before they pulled away.

"I gotta go," said Jasper. "I got a car accident in room three."

Elliot nodded in understanding as Jasper gave him a curt nod and left the room.

Jasper headed down one of the halls that wasn't in use anymore, his palms sweating, his heart racing faster than it ever had before, his head swirling with a million different thoughts.

He swallowed hard as he walked into one of the rooms and glared furiously at the man sitting on the bed dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a T-Shirt and was pulling on a pair of sneakers.

"It's done," Jasper spat, holding nothing but ill will towards the man in front of him. "They think… they think you're dead."

Lowell Harris smirked over at the doctor and nodded in appreciation. "Thanks, Doc. I owe you one."

"What about Isis?" Jasper pleaded, his voice cracking up when he spoke the name of his daughter.

Harris shrugged. "Maybe I'll go visit her, maybe I won't. Depends on if you keep your word or not."

"You son of a bitch!" Jasper snarled. "You promised you wouldn't hurt her if I told them you were dead!"

"And I won't," Harris growled as he hopped up from the bed and stormed over to him. "If you keep your word and not tell a soul that I'm alive." His voice lowered dangerously as he got within an inch of the Doctor. "And if I find out anyone knows I'm alive, you and your daughter are fucking dead do you understand me?"

Jasper wanted nothing more than to kill him. Never before in his life had he hated someone to the point where he hated Harris. He wanted to watch the blood and life seep away from his pathetic body with Olivia by his side watching.

But he couldn't. He couldn't because Harris had gotten Jaspers home address and somehow found out about his daughter and threatened to kill her if he didn't do what Harris had asked him to do; tell Olivia and Elliot that he was dead.

The two men stared one another down, Harris grasping the hull of his beloved knife tight in his fist. Jasper closed his eyes tightly reminding himself of a proverb he had heard once but never believed in until now; 'it is better to be in the right hand of the Devil then in his path.'

Slowly Jasper shook his head. "I won't tell anyone you're alive."

Without another word towards the doctor Harris put on the red baseball cap that Jasper had provided him and walked out of the room.

Jasper turned and watched him as Harris walked further and further away from him until he was out of sight. "God save her," Jasper muttered, his thoughts turning to the detective he had terrorized who was ignorant to the frightening events that was about to come crashing down on her and her loved ones. "God save her…"

Shaking his head at himself he too walked out of the room shutting the door behind him, trying his best to rid himself of horrors that he had unleashed

8 Months Later

"Olivia, push!"

Olivia felt beads of sweat mixed with the tears roll down her face as she gripped one of the metal bars with one hand while the other was clenching her partners hand so tight she feared she may have broken something in his hand.

"I can't!" she cried desperately as she flopped up against the pillow. "I can't do this!"

"Yes you can!" Elliot told her as he wiped the sweat from her brow. "Liv, I know you can do this! Come on! One, two, three, push!"

Taking several deep breaths that did nothing for her; Olivia bore down and with all her might pushed the life from inside her. She bit her bottom lip so hard she drew blood but she forced herself to keep going until she faintly heard the word 'relax.'

"He's almost out!" the doctor at the foot of the bed announced happily. "Come on, Olivia, one more big push and you'll have your son!"

"He's almost here, Liv," prompted Elliot as he pushed the sopping wet hair from her eyes. "He's almost here. One more big push and he'll be here. Come on, you can do this!"

Closing her eyes and praying that it would be over soon, Olivia took several deep breaths, bared down once more and with all of the strength she had left, she pushed as hard as she physically and possibly could.

She finally felt a warm gush leave her and felt her baby being ripped away from inside her. She shuddered as she was momentarily reminded of another time she felt that disgusting sensation.

"No!" she screamed at herself as she felt the doctor help pull her son out of her the rest of the way. "Do not think about that! Not now!"

"It's a boy," the doctor announced happily, telling them all information that they had all known for months, Olivia since she was told she was pregnant.

The nurse handed Elliot the shears with a smile on her face. "Daddy, do you wanna cut the cord?"

Elliot cleared his throat as he looked down at Olivia who nodded wordlessly as she looked up at him.

Taking the scissors Elliot snipped away the cord where the nurse instructed him."How is he?" Olivia asked; her voice cracking from the pure exhaustion, pain, and overwhelming joy.

Elliot looked over at her and smiled. "He's perfect."

Olivia watched with half opened eyes as the doctor cleared away the inside of his mouth and held him upside down. At first only small gurgling and muffled whimpers could be heard but finally a loud wailing cry filled the room. Olivia let out a sob as she heard her son's cries for the first time a beaming glowing grin flooding her face.

Elliot hugged her tightly and buried his head in her hair. "You did it," he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "You did it…"

The doctor and the nurse who had also been in the room with her rushed to get his height and weight as well as to make sure his heart beat and breathing was fine before they swaddled him in a soft blue blanket and handed him over to Olivia.

Olivia gently took him and held him tight against her chest as she looked down at him with a never ending love shining in her eyes. "Hi, my little angel," she spoke softly as tears ran down her face. "I'm your mommy."

The baby looked up at her and Olivia smiled softly as she gently ran a finger across his soft cheek. "How do you fall in love with someone you just met so easily?" she muttered out loud to herself, not taking her eyes from her son.

"I asked myself that same question five times," Elliot chuckled as he kneeled down beside them and adjusted the stocking cap that fitted over the newborns tiny head. "Hey, buddy," Elliot cooed, "welcome to the world."

"Seven pounds five ounces, eighteen and a half inches, born at 03:27 AM" the nurse mused as she wrote out the birth certificate, "and do we have a name yet?"

Olivia nodded, unable to take her eyes from the drowsy newborn baby she held in her arms. "Kurt Isaac Moss Jr," she announced smiling down at her son.

"It's perfect," Elliot told her as he gently rubbed her back as he too smiled down at Kurt. "He looks like him," he added as he looked up at Olivia and saw tears well in her eyes as she remembered her old lover and the father of her son.

Even now the memory from that night when she found him dead on her living room floor, murdered because he had refused to tell Lowell Harris where Olivia was haunted her dreams. One dream in particular had been almost recurring after she had been rescued. With therapy and a lot of sleepless nights it had finally stopped. But near the end of her pregnancy Olivia had woken up in a cold sweat with tears running down her face nearly every night for the last few weeks with the familiar nightmare making its comeback at full force.

Kurt would be on her living room floor with a puddle of blood surrounding him, the look of pain and shock forever indented on his features. He would look up at her and say, in Harris' mocking tone, the same exact tone the real Harris had used when he told Olivia what her lovers last words on this earth was. "I love you, Olivia."

Then it would switch to that filthy hovel of a hotel room where Harris had raped her with Parker helping him. Harris would be on top of her pushing into her as hard as he could his laughter cold and cruel just like in real life and Kurt would be standing there watching them, covered in blood and bullet holes, shouting at her as she screamed for him to help.

"My death for you meant nothing!" Kurt would yell at her as she struggled underneath her rapist, "They still managed to take you! I died to save you and you could care less, you weak spineless worthless bitch!"

The nightmare would always end the same way. Kurt watching as Harris dragged her into the shower, rape her in there, and then Harris would twist her around, bring the knife up and start to slam it down onto her chest. Olivia would wake up just as the tip of the knife touched her skin…

She hadn't told anyone the nightmares had come back. She knew it must have meant something, she just wasn't sure what nor did she want to know.

Olivia wiped her eyes on her gown and nodded as a teary smile shone through. "He looks exactly like him. He's perfect," she said as she slowly stroked one of his soft light pink cheeks, knowing that at right this moment, everything was going to be okay…

One Month Later

Harris once again climbed the fire escape he had climbed so often in the past few months. He slowly slid open the window and silently stepped into the apartment that had once belong to Kurt Moss but now lived in by Olivia and her bastard son, his hand clasped firmly around the hull of his old familiar knife.

He hadn't changed much in the time that he had been in hiding from everyone. He made it a point to work out furiously every day, at least ten hours a day. He had shaved and cut his hair brutally short in the beginning of his evasion but he his hair had grown back to its original length but his face remained clean shaven.

He lived in a filthy disgusting roach hotel that paid by the week where the motto was 'your business is your business but keep your space clean.' Harris managed to steal at least five hundred a month from various street bums and whores who were selling their bodies for cash, people no one would care about if they got jacked. 400 a month towards rent, 100 towards food.

It wasn't a bad life, he often said to himself. During the first few months he had gone nowhere but the food store and back. But now after everything had died down, he felt no fear walking around the poorer neighborhoods of Manhattan where he knew no one would call the cops if they saw him.

Then late at night, he would always sneak in to her apartment. If he heard her walking or talking around or saw a light on, he would quickly climb out the fire escape and hurry down to the streets. Some nights though he got lucky.

Olivia would be sleeping soundly in her bed and he would watch her, always vigilant with an exit plan though. If the phone would ring, he had studied her enough to know he had at least three rings before she woke up. He would silently run and hide in the closet, knowing that her work clothes were in her dresser. He would watch her undress and dress again, almost shaking with restraint as he struggled not to run out and take her.

Several times he actually made contact. It had been three weeks after Elliot had stolen her away from Harris. He had come into her room and she was sleeping. Her stomach was still flat, her tits were still perfect, her face hadn't begun to glow yet… she was still his dream woman. It was hot that night, in the high nineties. She slept with no sheet, no blanket, and nothing more than a pair of black lace bra and underwear. He couldn't help himself. He went over and began to softly kiss her neck while his hand slowly, gently ran up and down her curves.

Olivia whimpered and moaned as her back began to arch and her hips began to roll, her eyes still closed. After several minutes Harris could almost smell her arousal and it was confirmed as his hand slowly dipped down into her underwear and gently ran two fingers in between her folds, his fingers coming out soaked.

Harris had smirked at the knowledge that he had made her wet without her knowing. He thought about going further but knew that he had already pushed himself enough that night. Giving her one final kiss, being careful not to leave any hickies on her, he left the apartment.

Several times he had gone just a miniscule amount further with her. The last time the two of them were intimate together, he had actually worn a mask so if she did wake up he wouldn't be recognized. He had caressed and massaged her curves and made her wet that her own juices seeped through her shorts and his own cock ached to be inside her. He slipped two of his fingers into her and began a soft, slow, steady rhythm that even in her sleep she matched with her hips. Harris had just begun to work up the courage to curl and stroke his fingers against her when her eyes fluttered open, the pleasure being too much for her to stay asleep through all of it.

He pulled his fingers out of her and silently scampered under the bed out of sight. He saw the light click on and heard Olivia's gasping pants. He swallowed hard as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his knife. It was far earlier then he planned but if he had to he would have taken her then.

Luckily Olivia had thought of it as nothing more than a dream and had gone back to sleep and Harris had snuck out the first chance he got. Never again did he make physical contact with her but he did notice after that night she switched to baggy t-shirts and baggy pajama pants as pajamas instead of shorts and tank tops…

Tonight was the night that he would finally lay eyes on the one person that had ruined everything for him created by the man who had stolen Olivia away from him.

Harris was supposed to get her pregnant. She was supposed to be caring and loving a piece of him right now, not that pathetic ass wipe of a reporter's kid.

Harris, having already memorized the apartment's layout, easily and silently slipped through the various halls and rooms until he found her bedroom. He slowly walked in and looked down at her sleeping form. He looked her up and down and smiled. She had lost the ugly disgusting bump that signified she was pregnant and he knew she had worked out during the pregnancy so it would be easy for her to get her old form back.

He licked his lips as he struggled to contain himself. In a few weeks she would be all his again. She would grow to respect, fear, and love him just like she should have been doing all these long months. He couldn't wait for the day when he could once again take her as his own, without any interference from others.

Harris at once noticed that something was off in her room the moment he walked in though. Something small, insignificant… He looked around her bed and couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as he noticed the bed side table. The picture, which several times he had wanted to throw against the wall, of her and Kurt smiling and laughing in each other's embrace, was nowhere to be found.

Maybe she finally realized he isn't worthy of her, Harris thought gleefully. With a smirk he gave her once last glance as he turned and headed towards his real targets room, her son.

Harris walked into the nursery and narrowed his eyes at the figure sleeping in the crib. He slowly walked over to it and peered into it, snarling at the baby that laid there, his eyes closed covered with a soft blue fleece blanket with a brown teddy bear sown into the fabric.

His chest slowly rose and fell as he slept and Harris felt a surge of anger for the newborn that laid there. He hated him. He hated this bastard with every fiber in his being. He would turn out to be just like his wretched miserable father, taking a woman he didn't deserve and feeding them lies about how they loved them when another man truly did…

Harris looked around at the nursery and the crib, rolling his eyes and snarling at the picture that hung above the baby's crib. The picture that Olivia used to have on her bedside was now hanging over her sons crib. When the baby opened his eyes the first thing he would see would be his pathetic father 'watching over him'.

Harris curled his fist around the knife tighter as he looked down at him. No, he couldn't kill it… not yet anyway.

Harris reached in to grab the baby but just as his fingertips grazed him the baby blinked open his eyes and began to cry loudly. Harris heard shuffling and moving from the other room followed by footsteps and Harris ran into the closet and gently shut the sliding door just shut enough he still had an eye on the baby.

"Don't cry, sweetie, Mommy's here," he heard Olivia's soft voice soothe as she entered the room. Harris rolled his eyes as she went in and picked up her son and held him in his arms. He wanted to gag at the look she was giving her son; pure, outstanding, unwavering love.

She laid him down on a soft changing table and Harris watched as she changed his diaper and replaced the dirty one with a clean one. The baby was still crying after she was through though.

"What's wrong, Kurt?" she asked, her voice gentle and patient, "are you hungry?"

Harris' eyes grew wide and he felt a wave of hot red anger crash over him. The bitch had actually named her son after that low life bastard! She still cared for him, still loved him!

His hands began shaking. He wanted nothing more than to storm over to her, rip the newborn from her arms and throw him out the window. That little bastard had ruined both his and Olivia's life and he wasn't even a week old yet.

He'll pay, Harris promised himself as he watched Olivia take a seat in the rocking chair next to the crib, that fucking bastard child will fucking pay!

But any and all thoughts of revenge were wiped clean when Olivia lifted up her shirt to reveal her nude breasts. Harris withheld a moan as he shifted to make the bulge in his jeans more comfortable. She held up her son up to her breast and almost at once he began to suckle. Olivia smiled down at him and stroked his soft wispy dark hair before she began to slowly rock back and forth in the rocking chair, humming a soft lullaby to him.

Harris licked his lips as he watched her and he bit his lip as his cock grew harder. The pregnancy hadn't ruined that part of her at least…

Finally Kurt took his mouth away from her and leaned his head against her breast and closed his eyes.

Olivia put him over her shoulder and burped him easily and she stood up and laid him back down in his crib. She put her hand on his chest and Harris rolled his eyes once more when he realized what she was doing. She was checking to see if he was still breathing.

After making sure he was still alive Olivia covered him back up with the blanket and looked down at him for several minutes, stroking his hand softly. "You see that picture up there?" Olivia spoke softly as she continued to look down at him. "That's your daddy. And I know he loves you very very much even if he's not here to tell you."

Tears flooded her eyes as she took a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry I made it so he isn't with us right now. But I promise you we're gonna be okay, just the two of us. We're gonna do just fine…"

A cold grin spread over Harris' face. She blamed herself for Kurt's death. Oh this was going to be too fucking easy…

He watched as she leaned over the crib and kissed him on the head. "I love you, angel," she whispered in his ear softly before she stood back up and walked out of the room.

Harris waited at least a half hour to make sure she had fallen back asleep before he left the closet and walked over to the crib. This time he didn't waste a single moment as he reached in and gently scooped up the baby. He cradled him in his arms so he wouldn't wake up and slowly walked back down the hall and into the spare bedroom that held the fire escape.

Slowly and carefully as to not wake her Harris silently stepped out onto the landing and made his way down the escape. Harris made it all the way down to the ground before the wind blew. Kurt's eyes opened and he began to cry.

"Shut up, you little bastard," Harris muttered as he roughly switched him to his shoulder so he could open the car and place him none to gently into the car seat he had bought for three dollars at a garage sale with a broken carrying handle. He needed him alive… for now anyways

His cries got louder as Harris slammed the door shut and got into the front seat and turned on the car radio as loud as it could go, blocking out the annoying sounds of the crying infant.

With a screech of dirt and dust, Harris drove away with the one person Olivia loved more than life in the backseat.

Hours later a scream that shook heaven above and hell below filled Olivia's apartment…

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