AN: Ok, so I tried to restrain myself from writing this until I was done with Bruised, but alas… the episode was too damn intense for me to hold off for more than 3 days. It seriously just poured out of my fingertips. ANNNND... then, I sent it to some people and forgot to upload it... oops!! I wrote this while I was still at college and now I'm home... so now, you can see the time difference.

For the most part of this chapter, it's based directly off of the episode, I just put the images into words. So there are HUGE spoilers for the episode "Undercover". If you haven't seen it yet, look away and find some way to watch it… THEN come back and read this.

Please, read and review!!ff

Disclaimer: Most of the first chapter is based directly off of the episode, so the writers get that credit… the bit at the end though, that's mine… well, the situation is… sorta… the characters aren't, they belong to Dick Wolf.

"Request backup in the mess," Parker yelled into his radio, trying to gain some control in the mayhem that had just broke out in the mess hall.

The next thing she knew, Olivia was getting well acquainted with the cold metal surface of the table that she had just been sitting at as the sleazy corrections officer handcuffed her wrists behind her back.

After everything had calmed down, Parker was still holding Olivia's face down on the table.

"Who started this?" Captain Harris asked, finally finding the guts to come out from behind the protective glass after the riot had broken out.

Olivia grunted as she was roughly pulled up. "This one," Parker informed his Captain.

"Ok. Looks like you're going to the hole," he told her taking her forearm in his grip and leading her out of the mess hall.

He led her down a maze of hallways until they came across a staircase. "You're gonna go down, now, bitch," he muttered viciously in her ear as he pushed her towards the staircase.

She almost fell from the force, but fortunately for her, he grabbed her arm again, preventing her from tumbling down the dark, metal stairs.

"The hole is over in C-block, what are we doing down here?" she asked, trying to cover the quiver in her voice.

"Shut up," he said, cutting her off.

There were no lights and no way for her to see where he was leading her. She knew full well what he had brought her down here for, but she couldn't bring herself to believe that she was about to become a victim.

She tried to bargain.

"Captain, I'm sorry, I freaked because of the outbreak, I apologize." She knew what he was going to try to do to her, but it hadn't fully sunken in. All she knew was that she needed to get out of that basement and run like hell far away from that place.

They came upon a lit storage cage. She looked at her captor in the dim light, the shadows playing off of his face making him seem more intimidating than he already was.

"Oh, we're way past apologies, now. Now, shut up and do what you're told," he pointed her in the direction of the storage cage.

She gasped when she saw the mattress, the realization finally sinking in of what was about to happen to her. It scared her shitless.

"No," came her barely audible plea. "What do you want?" she asked, hoping that it wasn't what she knew it was.

"What every guy wants." He grabbed her by the chin and she tried to turn her face away from his but he roughly jerked her face forward, ignoring her silent plea. He brought her face forcefully to his and leaned in as close as he could. "And you're going to give it to me."

She whimpered in fear as he nuzzled her neck and she stared in horror at the ratty, old mattress that was likely to seal her doom. She was trying to distance herself as he licked her neck from her collarbone up to her ear.

"Let's not waste time," he told her as he threw her shivering form onto the lumpy mattress.

She quickly tried to turn over to run away, but he got on top of her, straddling her legs, easily subduing her as she kicked, trying to get him off of her.

"Get off me! HELP!" she screamed as loud as she could, praying her cries would be heard.

He only chuckled as he unhooked his radio from his uniform. "Keep screaming, no one can hear you." He got off of her to undo his pants.

She twisted and got up. She tried to make a run for it, but he was faster, easily pinning her against the wall.

"You must like it rough… yeah, you like it like that?" he taunted, once again grabbing her chin, holding her in place.

"Please, don't," she begged. "Please, don't."

"I'm gonna take my time with you."

"Please, don't," she gasped over and over. "Please, don't!!" she exclaimed as he crushed his mouth to hers. "HELP!" she cried out as he once again threw her forcefully to the makeshift bed.

He unsnapped his holster and yanked her up, lifting her as she kicked out with both legs screaming. He shoved her face-first against the wall, pressing his body to hers. "Shut up," he growled in her ear.

"HELP ME! HELLLP!!" she cried out in fear, feeling his erection as he ground it into her backside.

He laughed sickeningly, "Yeah," he muttered, grinding into her and pressing her more forcefully against the wall in front of them.

"HEEEEEEEELLLLP!!" she screamed as loud as she could.

"Let's get you more comfortable." He undid the cuffs that were preventing her from using her arms.

Thank God! she thought, finally seeing a ray of hope in the dark basement. As soon as one of her arms were free, she elbowed him in the face, using her momentum to turn around and punch him, the handcuffs still around her right wrist cutting his cheek.

He fell to the mattress with a grunt and she used the chance to run out of the cage as fast as she could.

"You little bitch," he uttered under his breath as he leisurely stood and picked up his flashlight and night-stick. "There's no way out."

Olivia ran into a random cage and hid behind some boxes as she tried to control her frantic breathing.

She jumped and nearly screamed when she heard the distinct sound of Harris's night-stick hitting the wire cage as he dragged it across trying to intimidate her into giving away her hiding place.

"You wanna play games? Huh? Good. Cuz I know 'em all," she heard his low voice cut through the darkness. "You have two choices: come out now and make it up to me," he kicked chairs over very close to her hiding place, causing her to gasp. "… or, I could tell them that you tried to escape, and I had to use necessary force, and you wound up dead." He swung his arm down smashing a wooden crate in anger.

"The longer I have to wait… the harder it's gunna be," he warned, smashing more crates in the cage behind her. "You wanna play hide and seek?" came his gravelly voice. "Ok, when I find you, you're it."

He kicked over the plastic bins that had been her cover. He pointed his flashlight at her. "Hello."

She gasped at the sudden blinding light. "Guess who's ass is mine, now?" he said as he stalked towards her.

She sighed, resigned to her fate. "Ok… Ok, you win," she told him holding her hands in the air. She slowly raised herself up

"That's more like it," he said in what she figured was what he thought was his seductive voice. "C'mere," he commanded, motioning with his head, keeping the flashlight trained in her eyes.

"Ok," she breathed. "Easy," she whispered, trying to placate him.

"Don't worry," he assured her.

Without warning, he swung his night-stick, connecting with her lower abdomen, causing her to scream out in pain.

She doubled-over, holding the place where he struck her, only to tumble forward when he hit her in the back of the knees, making them buckle. She let go of her stomach to catch herself as her knees hit the ground with an crack like a whip.

"That's to let you know who's in charge."

She chose her moment carefully, waiting for him to come up behind her. She put all of her strength into the blow as she elbowed him in the groin and quickly scrambled to get away from her pursuer.

She ran to the nearest door and tried the handle, only to find it locked. "HELP!" she screamed out again. "HELP ME!" She pounded on the door.

"HELP ME!" she yelled into the door. She heard a noise behind her and turned only to be knocked into the door when Harris punched her, momentarily dazing her.

"No!" she whimpered, knowing that only a miracle could save her now.

He grabbed her right arm, lifting it so he could use the handcuff already clasped onto her wrist and used the free cuff to lock her to the door, preventing any chance of running away from him again.

"Nooooo!" she moaned through her tears.

"Shut up!"

"NOO!!" she screamed as she tried to dislodge herself from his vise-like grasp.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!!" she cried, trying to wrestle her way out of the bonds.

He backed up to undo his pants. "You bite me, and you're dead," he growled menacingly.

She whimpered as he stroked himself to full hardness right in front of her face.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the monster, crying as she watched in fear as it enlarged. She sobbed as she noticed the large mole on the side of his penis.

"NO! NOO!!" she cried out as he grabbed both sides of her face drawing her towards his erection.

Neither of them heard the keys scraping in the lock.

"LET HER GO, NOW!"

Harris spun around, "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" he spat at Fin.

"POLICE! MOVE AWAY FROM HER! MOVE AWAY!" Fin yelled brandishing his badge and pointing his night-stick as he ran towards the scum.

"She's trying to escape!" Harris tried to explain.

"And you had to drop your pants to stop her?" Fin asked rhetorically placing the crook of the night-stick at Harris's neck.

Olivia sobbed out, gasping for breath as she pulled herself up. "Lowell Harris, you are under arrest for raping Ashley Tyler."

"And for the attempted murder of a police officer," her savior finished for her.

Harris looked at her incredulously. "You're a cop?" He couldn't believe it.

She panted, still trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. "Who's the bitch, now?" she asked. Fin tossed Olivia his keys to her handcuffs, not taking his eyes off of the man in front of him. She quickly uncuffed herself and followed as Fin dragged Harris up the stairs.

They found the nearest empty cell and locked him in it, taking his keys, cell, and anything he could use as a weapon from him. They left him in there still handcuffed.

"You can't do this to me! I'm a Captain!!" he yelled after them.

Fin met her outside the cell block. "God, Liv, what did he do to you?" he gasped taking in her beaten appearance.

She just looked at him blankly.

"C'mon, let's get you to the infirmary," he offered as he helped support her after locking the cell block again.

She looked back and read the door. 'Cell Block D'. The cell block that had been quarantined. She smiled to herself. He wasn't going to be getting out of there until someone came to escort him out.

After all of the insanity in the basement, the next two hours flew by her unnoticed. One moment, she was thanking God that Fin had got to them in time and wishing that she had her partner, the next, the one man she needed to see was in front of her, worry in his expressive eyes.

"Liv- oh, my God!" he exclaimed as he ran to her.

She stood up, not quite believing what she was seeing.

"Elliot…?"

"Liv!" he gasped and engulfed her in his arms.

She gasped in pain as his kind gesture put pressure on her sore body.

"What?" he asked incredulously. He had yet to see the damage that had been done to her.

"Nothing, it's just…" she gestured to her bruised body.

His eyes travelled up her hospital gown clad figure. "Oh, my God, Liv," he whispered in horror at what had been done to her.

"I'm okay, El… really, I'm… I'm fi-" she stopped as she swayed forward.

Elliot caught her as her knees gave out. "C'mon, Liv, we have to get you to the hospital."

She blinked hard in an attempt to clear her head and stop the room from spinning. "Elliot, I told you, I'm fine… I just need to close this case and get justice for Risa and Ashley."

He knew she wasn't going to agree to going to the hospital until she put a needle in the bastard's arm. "Ok, fine. But at least let Melinda take a look at you."

She nodded.

"Alright, we're getting you out of here," he told her. "Fin!" he called.

"Yeah?" Fin said coming around the corner with Harris in his custody.

"We good to go?"

Fin nodded. "I'll take this scumbag back to the house. Liv, you good with Elliot?"

She stared at the man who hurt her. "Yeah, thanks, Fin. I'll be there to interrogate as soon as I can," she said looking Harris directly in the eyes, letting him know that she wasn't intimidated by him.

Fin nodded and dragged the man away before Harris had a chance to say anything.

Once he was out of sight, she sighed and sagged against Elliot's safe warmth.

"What happened down there, Liv?" he asked.

"El- please… just… not right now," she sighed.

"Fine, but you need to talk about this later," he conceded, knowing that she wouldn't tell him until she was ready.

"I know, let's just get back to the house so I can get him in interrogation."

He knew why she wanted to get Harris into interrogation, but he had feeling that confronting Harris so soon would only serve to cause her more pain.

He saw the bruises covering her body. He saw the deadened look in her eyes when he first came in. Even now, as he softly pulled her into his arms, careful not to put too much pressure on her bruised arms, he could fear her shaking.

"Liv… I… I'm glad you're safe," he whispered into her hair.