Of Past Regret and Future Fear
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: Warning: it's dark and twisty.
"Should we wait for backup?," Olivia whispered outside the front door of the large abandoned house on James St. where they knew members of a biker gang guilty of brutally murdering and desecrating a rival biker were camping out. Elliot and Olivia had their guns out already, they knew they weren't going to wait.
"We called it in, they'll be here soon. Let's go," Elliot said as they got into position to break down the front door. Elliot kicked the front door in and they rushed inside. They found two bikers in the living room drunk and mad that the detectives had just smashed in the front door. Elliot and Olivia, being sober and already standing, had the upper hand and quickly began to place the two under arrest. Just as they were about to put handcuffs on the two another bigger biker, Mitch, emerged from the kitchen.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in my house?" he snarled angrily as he threw his beer can to the floor.
"Placing you all under arrest for the murder of Timothy Smalls." Olivia replied as she tried to get her biker to turn around.
"What gives you the right to break down my front door?" Mitch asked infuriated.
"It's not even your house big boy, you're squatters here aren't ya?" Olivia snipped.
"What'd you say to me bitch?" Mitch yelled as he quickly went after Olivia. Elliot had handcuffed his prisoner and moved to intercept Mitch from getting to Olivia. He pulled his gun out and held it in Mitch's face, "Not so fast." Mitch put his hands up and backed up a few feet.
"Not so tough now are ya?" Olivia sneered.
"Just smart that's all," Mitch replied ominously.
"That's a good one, now put your hands behind your back you're under arrest."
Little did Elliot and Olivia know that Mitch was playing it smart by distracting the detectives so that they wouldn't notice yet another biker coming into the room from the hallway holding a wooden chair over his head. He smashed it over Elliot's head sending his gun flying across the room. Mitch quickly seized it. Elliot was lying on the floor hurt but conscious. Olivia stood her ground and reached for her gun.
"Not so fast little lady," Mitch said holding Elliot's gun up in front her. "Hand it over. Now."
Olivia surveyed the scene in front of her. They were outnumbered, her partner was on the floor without a gun and they now had their own weapon pointed at them. She turned around to see if she could make a break for it out the front door but they were completely surrounded. The man who hit Elliot over the head with the chair grabbed the handcuff keys off of Elliot's belt and released his friends. It was four against two and judging by the weight and weapons of the opponents it was certainly not going to be a fair fight.
"I said hand over your gun sweetheart." Mitch said once again. Olivia had no choice; she took her gun out of her holster, placed it on the floor, and kicked it over to him. One of the previously handcuffed bikers picked it up and pointed it at them.
"Chet, Brock, you two entertain short stack over there," he said referring to Elliot who had now gotten back up on his feet and was dangerously aware of the situation he and Olivia had gotten themselves in. "Me and Charlie are gonna go upstairs and teach this bitch a lesson."
Elliot and Olivia were acutely and painfully aware of the meaning of that statement. Mitch approached Olivia and grabbed her by the arm. Elliot became enraged and pulled his arm back to punch Mitch in the face. As he swung his arm forward it was caught by Chet who just laughed and pulled him backwards. This gave Olivia enough time to properly punch Mitch in the face, although it didn't do much good since he was considerably taller than her. She struggled to get free from his grasp and tried to kick him in the groin but once again he was too strong and tall for her to do any real damage and Elliot was being restrained by two men twice his size.
"Let her go!" Elliot yelled, the desperation evident in his voice.
"Oh what is she your girlfriend?" Mitch asked mockingly.
"We've got backup on the way, you don't want to add a charge of assaulting a police officer to your record." Olivia tried reasoning with him.
"For you sweetheart, I'll take my chances." Mitch responded sneering as he looked Olivia up and down. She struggled to get free as best as she could but it was no use. All he had to do was hook his arm around her waist and she was helpless to get free. Elliot watched the scene unfolding in front of him as Chet and Brock restrained him. He put up a good fight and got a few punches in but two against one are never good odds. As Mitch carried Olivia up the stairs kicking and screaming with Charlie trailing behind them Elliot got more and more enraged and being to thrash and kick wildly, doing anything to get away from them and save his partner. Olivia's screams get further and further away from him until he hears her being thrown down on a table. Elliot's sense of duty to his partner overwhelmed in and he mustered up enough strength to break away from the two men restraining him for a fleeting second and although they were much bigger than him that made him all the more faster. He sprinted away from them and up the stairs to get to Olivia. Her screams gets closer and closer and he stops short at the doorway to the room that they have her in at the sight of his partner pinned down on a wooden table. Charlie has her arms restrained over her head clearly hurting her while Mitch has her pants off and is using his knees to force her legs apart.
Chet and Brock bounded up the stairs after Elliot and were almost at the landing.
"STOP!" Elliot yelled as charged towards Mitch but before he could get near him Chet and Brock pulled him back again. Olivia turned her head and made eye contact with Elliot, her fear and pain etched on her face.
"Get him outta here!" Mitch yelled as he pulled his penis out of his pants.
"Stop! Just stop! Do you know how many years you'll get in jail for raping a police officer!" Elliot yelled trying to delay the inevitable.
"You said you were arresting me for murder man, you think I care about a little rape charge?" Mitch spat back.
Chet and Brock tried to pull Elliot back down the stairs but he wedged himself in the doorway and wouldn't move, if he couldn't stop what was going to happen to her he sure as hell wasn't going to leave her alone.
"What about you Charlie? You ready to go down for this?"
Charlie looked over at Elliot and back down at Olivia, "Mitch, I don't wanna do jail time maybe we should—"
"I ain't stopping now!" Mitch yelled as he got closer and closer. Everything seemed to be in slow motion for Elliot, he was so angry he felt like he was going to pass out. All he could do was look into the fearful eyes of the strongest woman he knew while she experienced her worst nightmare. Mitch was within an inch of violating Olivia and all hope seemed to be lost, the two just stared deep into each other's souls, speaking their secret nonverbal language. A crash was heard downstairs as the NYPD backup finally arrived.