Chapter1: Payback

"El, you ever felt like someone's following you?"

"Yes why?"

"I just feel that way, don't know why?"

"Well just change route home, but I honestly don't some one would dare cross you" Elliot joked.

Somehow he never saw her as being afraid; to him Olivia was stability some sort of super being that managed and was always at peace with the chaotic world they lived in. So he dismissed the thought.

"Liv want me to come over?"

"What about the baby?"

"He's falling asleep as we speak"

"Okay"

Olivia walked into here apartment but could not quite shake the feeling, turning on the radio she tried to calm her worried nerves. 'Maybe some tea would calm me down' she thought

And into the kitchen she went.

Opening her eyes she couldn't believe what she saw. There was some one sitting on the stool in her kitchen.

"Who are you?" she asked moving closer to the kitchen drawer.

Turning around slowly, he said

"Benson don't you remember me?"

"Enrique Hanson?"

"In the flesh" he drawled and moved around to her.

"What do you want?" she asked slowly opening the kitchen draw.

"Your life, and your partners and his family I think that will suffice" he said laughing.

He threw his head back and laughed. Olivia took the blessed opportunity she was given and grabbed the cooks' knife from the drawer, holding it behind her.

"So aren't you tired of going to jail" she said moving toward her phone.

"Hey where do you think you are going?" he said throwing her into the kitchen counter

"Didn't you hear me say I'm going to kill you?"

Olivia recoiled on the floor as her chest ached and she could barely breathe, coming over her he picked her up, and kept on laughing

"So detective where is your partner, isn't he coming to save you?" and he kept on laughing.

"It's seemed you have forgotten I am a cop" she said.

Using one hand to hold her chest she used the other to stab the knife into his chest.

"You bth!" he shouted to her as she scrambled toward her bedroom.

"Don't run from me stand up and fight" he said and pulled the knife from his sternum.

Olivia locked the door and reached for her gun, moving over to the phone she punched in the first digit of Elliot number when the door came crushing in. Olivia looked up to see she was starring into the barrel of a gun, she shivered.

"You are dead!"

"Not before you" she replied aiming, for his head.

She fired and he fired.

There was a piecing pain in her shoulder as she touched it she felt blood, her head felt whoosie and before she could get her phone every thing before her went black as she collapsed to the floor.

Elliot knocked and knocked but there was no answer from her. Taking the elevator downstairs he noticed that her car was there. 'So where was she?'

It was not like Olivia to leave when she was having company. 'Maybe there was a case' he thought.

Calling the office he enquired but there was nothing.

Going back upstairs called her but he heard the phone ringing but there no answer.

He felt it in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong.

"Liv! Liv!" he called as he knocked but there was still no answer.

Knocking down the door he saw what he feared the most. Her bedroom door was broken down and blood on the floor.

"Liv!" he called as he entered the room.

Elliot held his head as entered the room there was a man on the floor with a wound to the head. 'But where was Olivia?'

Picking up his phone he placed an emergency call. There was a plot a blood leading towards her night stand he followed it and there she was breathless and blood strained lying on the floor.