I have no idea where this idea came from, but I thought it was great, and decided to write it down. This story takes place at the end of season 15.
It was around 9:10 PM, and the NYPD SVU had just wrapped up yet another tough case. Nick grabbed his coat, and walked over to Olivia in her office. He was the last of them to leave besides Olivia. "Goodnight Liv. Are you heading home? Do you need a lift?"
"No, I'm heading out in just a minute. I just have a little paperwork I need to get started on before I go."
"Alright then, see you tomorrow. Goodnight Sergeant."
"Goodnight Nick." Olivia said with a smile. She watched Nick leave the squad room, and wished she could be leaving with him. Reality was though, she had too much paperwork to even think about leaving at the moment. She returned her attention back to the piles of paperwork that awaited on her desk.
It wasn't until 11:30 PM until, Benson finally headed to her apartment. She walked out to her car, and thought she heard a noise coming from somewhere nearby, but when she looked around, there was nothing there. She shrugged it off, and got inside her car. Benson drove to her apartment complex, and took the elevator up to her floor. Before the door shut all the way a man stepped a foot in, and joined her in the elevator.
It was awkward on the silent elevator as they both awaited to get to their correct floor. Olivia got off once the elevator reached her floor, but the man stayed on for another story. She walked down the hall toward her apartment door, and opened the door. As soon as she opened the door she saw a man she immediately recognized as Jackson "Jack" Ames. It was the man they had been trying to track down for weeks now, but still had not even a general idea as to where he might be. Now he was here, in her apartment. She pulled her gun out of reflex, but Jackson quickly knocked it from her hand, as he remained with his trained on her head. Olivia remembered what had happen with Lewis, when she didn't put up a fight, what he did to her when she stopped fighting. She couldn't let that happen again, she wouldn't.
Olivia stood still, and waited for the perfect time to make her move. "Come on in... Sergeant." He said mockingly.
She took a few steps into her apartment, and as he reached to close the door behind her, she lunged at him. The gun flew from his hand, and went sliding across the floor. Now it was even, neither one had a weapon, and they would have to fight with their fists. Olivia had seen the pictures from his past victim's crime scenes, she knew how powerful he was. The few he left alive had also told her he had immense strength, and easily overpowered all of them. Benson made a run for the gun that lied on the floor beside her feet, but Jack shoved her away from it, and she stumbled backwards. He was about to pick up the gun, and reclaim his dominance, but Olivia managed to kick the gun away from his hand, sending the gun across the room in the same general direction as the other. Jack slammed his hand on the floor, hoping to startle her, and maybe freeze her for a few seconds, but Olivia was no coward. She knew what would lie ahead if she didn't fight. When his hand made contact with the floor, she saw the opportunity, and stomped on his hand as hard as she could. He screamed out in pain, and Olivia darted for the gun. Jack jumped up, and dove at her. He managed to tackle her before she got to the guns, and he hit her across the face.
Olivia didn't blink twice as the pain ripped across her face. There was no denying he was strong, but so was she, and she would not give up this fight. Jack made a dive for the gun, but Olivia was right there to fight him. She threw a punch, but it didn't seem to affect him. He threw one punch, and her head was spinning. She knew this would be a continuous uphill battle, and a long fight if she had a chance to win this one. He threw another punch after she threw one at him. She blacked out for only a half a second, just to find herself lying on the floor of her own apartment with Jack standing over her with his gun pointed directly at her head. "I can tell you're a feisty one. Now, you can either accept your destiny to be with me, or things can be a lot worse for you. It's your choice, everything is."
"What do you want?" She asked, even though she knew what the answer was.
"You do what I say, and I let you live. It's that simple, but it's your choice. Do you want to go with me, or not?" He asked, and adjusted his gun so, it was pointed directly at the center of her head. He waited for a response, but he didn't get one. She wasn't going to ask him to kidnap her like he wanted. "Let me rephrase the question, do you want to live, or die?"
Benson thought about it for a moment. She knew what he would do if she chose to live, and everything he would put her through. She also knew how hard the recovery was after Lewis, and she did not want to go through that again. She contemplated letting him just shoot her right there in her own apartment rather than some random location in the middle of nowhere, if she wasn't strong enough for what he was about to do. She had seen all the victims. More dead than alive. He only killed his victims when they asked for it, and that was how she was able to know she would be put through the worst torture she could imagine. Only three of his victims made it out alive, out of about twenty girls, seventeen had begged him to end their life. Then, she started to think of Nick and her squad. She couldn't die without saying goodbye to them, and Elliott, she always hoped one day she could talk to him, at least only a few words before she were to die. Her mind went back to Nick, she needed him, she wanted to talk to him. Olivia thought of him finding her dead, without even fighting at all. "Live." She said. "I want to live."
Jack smiled at her answer, he was looking forward to this. "Come on." He said. They walked out of her apartment together, and Olivia tried to make eye contact with different people, and try to let them know something wasn't right, but none of them would maintain eye contact. Once they got to his car, he had her sit in the passenger seat, and handcuffed her hands behind her back.
He drove for a little but then he pulled over once nobody was around, and made her get into the trunk. It was safer for him that way.
Benson laid in the trunk of his car, trying to adjust herself just right. She had noticed Jack had a new car, and all the newer models were now made with a release button on the inside of the trunk, for instances like this one. She moved around trying to feel for the switch. The handcuffs were digging into her skin, and her wrists were becoming very raw and sore. She was finally able to find the switch, and release the trunk. It cracked open, and she looked out as the road sped underneath her. She contemplated jumping out, or waiting for someone to come up behind them to help her once she jumped. She debated all aspects, and figured it would be better to just jump now so, she threw herself over the edge of the trunk, and out of the speeding car. She could feel her bones crack against the hard road beneath her. She cried out in pain, but no one was there to help. She held her right arm, she knew she had messed it up considerably by the amount of pain it was causing her. Her head was throbbing, and she could see blood, but she didn't know where it was coming from. Her vision was blurred, and she was having a hard time remaining conscious, she knew she must have hit her head.
Olivia was watching the car as it drove farther away from where she was laying, then it stopped. It started coming toward her. No, no, this... no. He can't... somebody... I... help. She was screaming in her mind, but nothing came out of her mouth. She saw him get out of his car, and stand over her. He picked her up, and she tried to fight, but she didn't have the strength. She was hardly able to move as the pain ripped through her body.
Olivia's POV
I finally regained consciousness, and I found myself in a room. My head was pounding, and the rest of my body throbbed with pain. I looked around, and tried to figure out where I was. There wasn't much around though. I was handcuffed to a bed, this one seemed sturdier than the iron framed one in the beach house. There were no windows, and only one door in the room, and a chair that sat beside the bed. The bed I was lying on was yellow and red, but I could tell it used to be white at one point. It was disgusting. I could almost smell the fear from the past victims in that room. There was dried blood everywhere, it was obvious a lot of them had died there. Lying on that bed in the horrific room was torture enough, I wasn't sure I'd make it past an hour once he started whatever he was going to do.
He entered the room, and I closed my eyes. I was already in so much pain, I did not need more.
"Hey, you're awake. I've been waiting for you. I've never seen anyone with as much fight as you have. So, I planned something a little extra special for you."
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