Okay so this is the first story I am sharing with you guys where I wrote it with someone else. This is my first published collaboration! I really hope that you guys like it, this is like, an amazing story! And we both worked hard! I normally wouldn't post a collaboration story unless it was completely done but I told trust the person I am writing this with, and her and I decided that we should go ahead and post the first chapter tonight! So don't forget to review and let us know what you think!

"Elliot, just calm down," Olivia sighed wincing as she laid back into the pillows Elliot had just fluffed for her. "I am fine."

"You are most definitely not fine," he stated, she closed her eyes trying to hide the tears as she started to gnaw on her lip.

"Elliot," she said softly, as he continued busying himself around her. Fixing her pillows, flipping her blankets, getting her water. She was already taking over his home, she didn't need take over his life too. "Elliot!" She snapped when he didn't pay attention to her, his eyes moved from the bruises on her legs to her eyes.

"Yes?" He said stopping his actions of propping her injured legs. "What is it?"

"Can you just," she paused pressing her sprained hand to her forehead. "Just stop, please stop."

"Liv, I just want you comfortable," he sighed sitting down at the end of the bed beside her feet.

"I am comfortable, compared to what I have had, this is the best," she assured him, hearing her say those words made his insides churn.

As soon as he heard she had been kidnapped he rushed back to New York from his life in California to check on her. When he got there he was surprised to hear that she had still been missing. He called his captain in California and had him call Cragen and give him full privilege in New York. Immediately he went to work with the new guys, Fin and Much trying to find her, and after a long two months of work he went back to her apartment again to see if there was anything that they were missing; that's when he seen her.

Passed out in the alley beside her building, in the dark. Normally he wouldn't think about looking on the side of her building, but he wanted to know how that bastard got her out of the building without anyone seeing.

"I hate that he did this to you Olivia," he whispered looking up at her from the end of the bed, his eyes full of unshed tears.

"Come here," she said opening her arms to him, he gave her an unsure look knowing that she was in pain and he didn't want to cause her anymore discomfort. "Fine if you won't do it for you do it for me? Please?" She whispered knowing they both needed to feel each other to know she was alive. "Please, just hold me?"

He looked at her for a moment longer before crawling up the bed, he set down beside her and wrapped his hand around her waist and lent against the headboard. He was still too gentle with her and she could feel it by the way he was holding her, taking a risk she turned on her side. Choking on her cry so that he didn't know how much she was hurting, she rested her head on his chest. She let out a small whimper when she stretched her arm out to wrap it around his waist.

"Olivia let me get your pain meds," he said softly, but she just tighten her grip on him.

"Please don't make me move again," she whispered.

"It would make me feel better if you just let me carry you everywhere," Elliot chuckled, letting Olivia adjust herself to her liking molding around him.

"As much as I would love that, who would that help? I need to get stronger, not you," she murmured into his chest, wincing, then relaxing after finally getting comfortable.

"Okay fine," he said giving in. "Just let me know if the pain becomes too much?" He asked her, she nodded against his chest. He softly started to slowly run his fingers through her wet hair, he had just helped her take a bath knowing she was too hurt to do it herself.

It hurt him seeing her so hurt, every little cry she let out broke his heart even more. He wanted to be the one to bathe with her, not bathe her. Though he would do whatever he could to help her, he would walk across the world barefooted for her. He knew she had to be mad at him for leaving and that was something they were going to get into later when she wasn't in so much pain. They had so much to talk about.

"I'm really sorry that you had to come all the way home to get me," she tells him knowing he picked up his life in California to come and help find her, though she loved him being here, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was only here because he was obligated to be here.

"Don't apologize Liv, I would do anything for you," he said kissing the top of her head then continuing to play with her hair. "You are and will forever be my first priority." He remembered the time where they had gotten so deep into a case only to have all the victims slaughtered in the end. It took a huge toll on her since she was the closest to all of them.

He held her for hours that night in the cribs and the entire time he was trying to get her to fall asleep, she needed sleep so bad. As soon as his fingers had touched her head she was out like a light.

"What happened?" Elliot asked softly unsure if she wanted to talk about it. It was killing him not knowing what happened to her; but he had a feeling it was going to kill him hearing what happened to her.

"You don't want to know," she told him with a spin shivering voice, he knew then it was bad. Well he knew it was bad seeing her body, bruises, cuts, burns, (etc.) It was bad, but the way she said that made him realize how bad it was.

"Are you not saying it because you don't want me to know, or because you don't want to admit it to yourself?" He asked, he could feel her jaw straining against his chest and knew she was thinking about it.

"Both," she told him with a defeated sighed. "El you don't want to hear, believe me," she tried. He knew he should stop but he couldn't, so he pushed on.

"Liv it will be good for you to talk about it," he said to her, he heard her let out a groan.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"At the beginning."

"Welcome home detective Benson," William smirked at her, gun pointed straight at her face.

She went to reached for her gun, but froze when she noticed his cold dark eyes piercing into hers. Before she could think of what to do next, he grabbed her arm and drug her deeper into her apartment.

"It took you awfully long to get home detective, what were you doing?" He asked setting her down on one of her kitchen chairs he had moved to the middle of her living room. He had everything set up before she got there.

"Lewis, why are you doing this?" She asked him frantically chewing the inside of her lip, she felt her gun still resting on her hip. All she had to do was grab it, and as if reading her mind he pressed his gun to her temple.

"Don't even think about it, you sneaking little bitch," he said in a chuckling whisper, yanking it from her belt. "You don't need this for what we are doing," he tells her, emptying the clip into her lap and tossing the body of the gun across the room.

"And you need yours?" She asked in a snappy come back immediately regretting it when she felt the back of his hand across her cheek. Her hand shot to her face with a gasp, she tried not to show much of a reaction but the ring he had been wearing cut her cheek. A small dot of blood starting to appear. He brought his face down to her cheek breathing in her scent before brushing his lips across the blood before licking the small amount off of her. She jolted feeling his tongue touching her.

"Don't ever try talking to me like that again," he growled into her skin before reaching for the duct tape that he had hanging from his belt. "I don't want you thinking that you can get away." Shoving his gun in the back of his pants where his tape had just been. Pulling a piece off, he ripped it with his teeth.

"Billy," Olivia said holding her hands up in mock surrender just trying to catch him off balance. "Let's think about what you are doing," she said softly, but by the sinister smile that was starting to ghost his lips, she knew he wasn't going to come to any senses.

"Oh, I'm thinking about it." With that he went at her, but she jumped at him at the same time. Hitting him in the stomach he let out a small grunt but before she managed to get away from him he grabbed her waist, ripping her back to him. Then he "accidentally" lost his grip causing her to fall back, her head beating against the chair. "You dirty little bitch," he chuckled rubbing his stomach for a moment before pulling a small bottle from his pocket and what looked like a dirty wad of paper towels from the other. "You can either sniff this willingly or I can force you," he said dumping the bitter sweet smelling liquid on the paper towels.

"Go to hell," she spat rubbing the back of her head, feeling the wetness, immediately she knew she had broken skin when she hit the chair. 'Chair,' she thought looking over at it, grabbing the feet she mustered all the strength that she could throwing it at him from her spot in the floor.

"So," he laughed knocking it over with ease before it had a chance to hit him. "You want to do this the hard way."

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