"My partner would know what to do." Olivia circled Lewis who was apparently passed out on the floor, he was handcuffed to the bed, blood trickling from his nose slowly. Lewis had kept Olivia captive for days, burning her, torturing her. But now the tables had turned because she overpowered him- she has the control.
Moving to the mirror to finally look at herself, she didn't recognise the woman she was seeing. Her hair was matted with sweat, blood and alcohol. Bruises decorating her face, splotches of red and purple taking over the majority of her skin. She turned around walking back over to Lewis, crouching in a whisper "Maybe I should call him."
"Then just do it" Lewis bit back, indicating he was conscious the whole time making Olivia jump back in surprise. "If you're going to do something, just do it. That speech was pathetic." He writhed against the handcuffs to spit blood out on the floor. She didn't respond, instead she went back to grab the iron bar she had left by the mirror earlier. Quickly going back to the man on the floor to strike him across the ahead again- this time he was out cold.
Olivia left the room, tucking the gun in her belt and taking the iron bar just for good measure. Desperate to find the phone Lewis had stolen from the last house they were in, throwing items around making and even bigger mess of the already disturbed living room. Finally she found it and dialled a familiar number. It seemed to ring forever without an answer, the quietness feeding her paranoia causing her heart to speed up. Olivia was sure that Lewis would break free and come to drag her back into that bedroom at any moment, the silence broke suddenly throwing her mind back into the present. "Stabler." the voice answered.
"El." She breathed, squeezing the phone tightly. "Olivia?" the man responded. His eyes flicked to the news about the missing detective, they hadn't given their name but he was quickly putting the pieces together. Why else would his old partner contact him now, especially since he was the one to leave her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, standing up as worry began to creep up on him. Olivia broke into a stifled cry on the other end of the phone. Between tears she managed to pull a few words together. "Not really"
"What's going on?" Elliot quizzed, maybe in a half attempt to deny the situation. He didn't want to think that the kidnapped officer on the news was his old partner. "Please Liv...say something."
Still pacing she lifted her hand to her forehead, the skin underneath still being tender from the assault. "He was in my apartment..."
That confirmed it for Elliot. It was Olivia they were talking about on the news and red hot anger was filling him. He grabbed his jacket and keys and headed straight for the door. "Go outside and tell me what you can see. Tell me where you are."
Olivia wiped her face and followed the instructions. She briefly checked on Lewis to make sure he was still unconscious and then jogged to the front door opening it. Cold air hit her face, creating a stinging sensation but she welcomed it. Like the first lap of freedom she had seen in the last few days. Elliot disturbed her by prompting a response. "Liv, what can you see?"
Describing the landscape around her and additionally finding an old letter jammed into the mail box. She read that to Elliot on the phone, hearing a car start up in the background. She knew he was coming. "I've got in Liv. I'm on my way, can you hear the car?" he used a lower voice attempting to comfort her.
"Yeah" she replied, her voice calming so slightly at his reassurance. "He's out cold right now."
"Yeah. That's good. You've done really good." Clicking the phone into the hands free receiver. "Are you outside still?"
"I am..." her voice grew fainter. She was struggling to stay awake, the mixture of vodka and sleeping pills in her system taking over again. Wooziness grew stronger and keeping her eyelids open became harder as she sat herself down on the steps. "El. I'm tired." her head dropping momentarily. "Liv" Elliot shouted trying to wake her back up. "Liv!"
"Sorr-" she tried to force the last of her words out but it was fight she wasn't going to win. Liv passed out slumped down the steps to the foreclosed house, the phone dropping from her hand.
Elliot had finally arrived at the Suffolk county house. Olivia was still slumped on the steps so he got out and ran straight to her to check her pulse. "Oh thank god" he muttered, feeling it under his finger tips. Placing a hand on her shoulder he attempted to wake her. "Hey Liv... come on... I need you to wake up." Glancing over her injuries he was trying to take it all in, the cuts and bruises on her face and arms. Also what looked like burns peeking through the top of her shirt. Circular marks that looked like cigarette burns.
Slowly she opened her eyes and was greeted by those warm blue eyes she had missed dearly. Perhaps more than ever in this moment. "Hey" she said quietly, attempting to sit up but her body felt stiff and sore. Elliot helped her, turning his attention to the house behind them. "Stay here." he breathed, dashing inside, wrapping his fingers around his gun.
He made his way to the bedroom as he had searched the other rooms not finding Lewis. Pushing the door open quietly revealed a man handcuffed to the bed, obvious head injuries and dried blood covering the majority of his face. The man on the floor chuckled. "I guess she finally did something."
Rage took over his body and mind, making him visibly shake, and that was just from looking at the vermin below him. He crouched down, grabbing the man's face pulling it in his direction. "Like hurting women, do ya? Is it fun, hunting 'em down." Elliot leg go of his face following it through with a sharp slap. "Do ya?" he shouted.
Lewis just laughed again in response. "That depends." Elliot was realizing that this man was not your normal perp, there seemed like there were no emotions to read. No fear, no enjoyment, just a dark shell of an individual. Lewis pulled on his handcuffs in annoyance. "Well are you gonna do something? Or are you just as pathetic as she is?" He spat.
At that instance the rage took charge and he tucked his gun back into its holster. Looking up he could see the metal bar Olivia had left on the bed earlier, blood stains spattered across it and red splotches that looked an awful lot like fingerprints. Assuming they belonged to Liv, he paced back over to Lewis on the floor. Elliot smirked. "Lets see how long it takes you to regret fucking with the NYPD." He dragged the bar across the metal bed frame making a scraping sound as she circled around Lewis. Much like his partner had done earlier.
Lewis glanced up at the man above him. Pulling harder on the handcuffs now, perhaps indicating there was finally some fear in him. "Never. She was such a doll." That statement was suddenly followed with the iron bar striking his head, knocking him unconscious again. Elliot didn't stop, he struck him again and again, hitting his ribs, head, legs, knees. Lewis was more than subdued at this point but he couldn't stop himself, maybe he was just angry at Lewis but there was more to it than that. He left Olivia, and how she's assaulted by some creep he wasn't even aware of? It's not like he had moved away. He was in Queens this whole time, but he chose not to contact her. Maybe this was all his fault. All of this was running through his mind whilst he carried on attacking Lewis. Blood coated the bar and his hands, leaving Lewis almost unrecognizable.
Olivia came into the room shouting. "Elliot. Stop. Elliot!" She grabbed the bar off him and threw it to the ground behind them both, finding her hands in his. "El. It's over."
Blood spattered over Elliot's shirt, yet his focus was on the woman in front of him. He pushed her matted hair gently out of her face and relaxed. "Yeah." Olivia pulled on his arm to lead him out of the room and back into the main living space. "I better call my squad." she spoke simply, letting go of Elliot entirely.