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Olivia groans as she awakens, becoming acutely aware of her surroundings. Harsh lights sway from the ceiling above while a bead of sweat trickles down the side of her face despite the fans turning around the room.
Fuck.
Momentarily, she wonders where she is. It's still daylight from the little she can see at the top of the warehouse she's in. Her hands are tied behind her back, and she's sitting in a chair that is hard as hell. She tries to move, sucking in a deep breath from her nose; the duct tape over her mouth prevents her from properly gasping. When she realizes her hands are also duct taped, goosebumps scatter across her skin. The memories flood back to her mind.
Oh, oh, oh.
Elliot and her had driven to a house in Queens to arrest a man they suspected of brutally raping, mutilating and murdering a teenage girl. The case had been open for three weeks, and they wanted it to be closed. She wanted to be home – showered, well slept, with a bad television show and cotton pajamas. Unfortunately, Olivia did not foresee this ending very well. When Elliot had knocked on the door, a man came from behind them and put a chloroform covered cloth over his mouth. Elliot and Olivia both fought him, until another man put a cloth over her mouth. They looked into each others eyes before they drifted into an unconscious, dreamless realm.
So that's how she's here. Olivia knows they're in the same house, which is good. Cragen knows where they are as they had actually decided to tell him what they were doing for once. Ever since Sealview, Cragen had been a little more overbearing and father like than usual, which means he's probably getting suspicious. She struggles against the duct tape that holds her hands together, until she feels fingers. Thick, rough, and calloused. Elliot is in the same position behind her, sitting back to back with her.
Elliot.
Olivia wails against the duct tape, trying her hardest to turn around the best she can to see if he's okay. When she gets turned enough, she sees he's still unconscious, and squeezes his fingers. Elliot doesn't stir. She can feel the panic rising in her, threatening to overwhelm her. She can't tell if he's okay, the only thing she can feel is the warmth of his skin. Olivia runs two fingers along his hands, scooting closer the best she can to him. When she finds his wrist, she presses down. Thump thump.
He's alive.
Olivia's happy as she can be at this point. Elliot's unconscious, but breathing. She now realizes she's hanging onto his hands tightly, and as much as she hates to admit it, the comfort in holding them is pretty much the only thing that's keeping her sane. She feels him tug on her hands, gripping them back. Elliot groans, and she turns her head so she can see him out of her peripheral vision. He's gradually waking, and getting his gears about him. Lifting his head, it slowly drags to the left and right. Elliot's hands tighten on hers again, and then relax as he feels the skin of her hand, trying to decipher who he's holding hands with. His thumb slides over the ring on Olivia's right hand, he goes completely rigid. He grumbles as he tries desperately to speak. Coming to the realization that his mouth is duct taped, he grumbles louder. Olivia grunts back at him, turning her head just as he does. Their eyes meet, and they both give each other a fearful look. Olivia feels lighter, and she knows if she looks down her gun won't be on her hip. Her fingers leave his only to reach the rope that ties his hands together. She feels for a knot in the rope, and when she does, she tugs hard and drives her fingers into the gap. Moving quickly, she repeats the movements, and starts to untie his wrists. When she's done, Elliot brings his hands up to his face, ripping the duct tape from his mouth with a grunt. He quickly moves onto his feet.
Olivia hears footsteps and starts to panic. Her breathing quickens, but when Elliot comes into view she breathes a sigh of relief. He kicks the chair he was just sitting in to get to Olivia's hands. Elliot unties the rope a lot quicker then Olivia had, and drops the rope. He rounds the chair and cups her face with one hand.
Olivia looks up at him when he touches her face, meeting his gaze. Dropping to one knee, Elliot unties her feet with expert hands as Olivia rips the tape from her mouth quickly. The sharp pain makes her eyes water, but she blinks back the tears.
When Elliot finishes at her feet, she stands up with him. Olivia quietly gasps as she notices how close they are. If he leaned in a few inches, their lips would be touching.
What a thought.
"Where the hell are our guns?" Elliot finally speaks, his voice scratchy and dry.
"No id-" Olivia's words are cut off by the door being slid open on the other side of the warehouse. Two men step in, and Olivia felt sick. She has no gun, neither does Elliot. Sighing, she knows hand to hand combat will be of no use as the men draw guns from their waist. The first man is tall and scrawny, and the second is a few inches shorter but twice as buff.
Fuck. Of course they would wear masks.
"Detectives. On your knees with your hands above your head." Olivia and Elliot don't move. "NOW!" The taller man says, startling them into sinking down to their knees.
Olivia hears footsteps, and one of the men saying, "Here." Her hands start to shake as they stay behind her. Her heart is beating frantically as she steals a look at Elliot from the corner of her eye. He glances back, looking sympathetic and angry at the same time.
A sharp, shooting pain in Olivia's right leg rips her gaze from Elliot as she falls to the ground. She lays against the cool tile of the floor for a few seconds before Elliot cries out and falls as well. Their eyes meet as they lay on the ground facing each other, and Olivia feels a single tear form at her eye. "Have fun with your injection detectives." One of the men taunts, and Olivia isn't sure which one it is. Injection?
Shit.
The door slides closed, and Olivia starts getting up. Her heartbeat is a little rapid, but other then that she's fine. "You okay?" Olivia asks, holding her hand out for him to take.
"Yeah. Thanks." He grasps her hand in his to help himself up. Elliot doesn't let go as they start towards the door, only to break into a run when they the door is cracked open. Olivia quickly checks to see if anyone is out there, and when the coast is clear, she opens the door and pulls Elliot with her.
"Let's get the fuck outta here!" Olivia yells, tugging Elliot along. He runs with her as they hold hands, pushing his legs to keep up with her. Olivia can feel an ache begin in her belly and between her legs, but she ignores it and keeps running. She looks at Elliot, who's breathing heavily along with her, and has his face screwed up like he's uncomfortable.
They reach the car, and Olivia looks to Elliot again. "You got the keys?" Elliot nods curtly, pulling them from the pocket in his dress pants, and tosses them to her. She gives him a confused look as to why he wouldn't just drive, but he walks over to the other side of the car and gets in.
She glances around once she gets in, and lets a pissed off huff escape her lips. Of course they took all means of communication with them.
But at least they have the keys.
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Once they're on the road back to the precinct, Elliot starts to shift uncomfortably. Olivia is trying not to do the same, but it's hard when she needs the nearly unbearable ache to go away. All she needs is to get Huang to figure out what the hell is wrong with her, and solve it. She's never felt a need so strong.
Not even when she met Elliot.
Not even when he was pressed up against her in just his underwear.
Not even when they were undercover, and he introduced her as his wife as if it were an everyday thing. It's definitely whatever they injected her and Elliot with. That thought in her mind, Olivia looks over at Elliot. He's gripping his knee with one hand, and the door handle with the other. His face is scrunched up in agony. She almost opens her mouth to ask him what's wrong, but she instead lets her gaze fall into his lap.
Oh shit.
Olivia quickly looks back to the road and wipes the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Her fucking mouth is watering she wants him so bad. She scolds herself for ever letting her eyes wander to his crotch. But every time she closes her eyes she can see it. His hands digging into the flesh of his leg as he tries to forget the erection between his legs, the outline of the erection greatly defined. This makes Olivia wonder if he's really that big, or if it's his pants over compensating. But she can't give into him. He's toxic, she's known that from day one. As much as she's fought to change it, and it has, she knows he holds all the power over her. She left him once, and came back because she could stand another day without being near him. Hearing him. Talking to him. Laughing with him. "Pull over." He grunts, unbuckling his seat belt. Before the car comes to a complete stop, he's out of the car and walking off into the brush. She cuts the engine and gets out after him hastily, slamming the door shut as she runs after him.
"Elliot!" Olivia finally catches up to him to see him bent over with one hand against the tree, the other at his crotch. His hand is squeezing the bulge between his legs harshly.
"Let me help."
She looks into his eyes and sees the need she feels within her own veins now. They're in trouble. Her heart is pounding. What was this? How can this be happening?
He looks at her and his lips curl back over his teeth in a snarl. She knows he's hurting. His free hand finds her lower back and pulls her in close. Elliot's mouth hovers just above hers.
"El-" Olivia whispers, but she's cut off by his lips on hers.
... And just like that, she gives into him.
