Disclaimer: I only own the plot, Jenny, Marie, and the Fitzgeralds. I definitely do not own Freddy Krueger or Munch. But if I did… oh, the possibilities.
Background Information: This is a sequel of sorts to my other story, Just A Little Nightmare. It basically plays with the idea of "What if Olivia was also one of Freddy's children?" Ideas are welcome from anyone, so just PM me. I love having reader-input. As well, I know this chapter's a HUGE wait. But I promise I will update sooner. I've just been going through a rough patch at school and home. That and I haven't sent much over to my beta lately. Been giving her a break you see.
Speaking of Betas, this chapter was NOT beta'd by anyone but the Spell Check Unit in Precinct Word. So yeah, send me a PM if anything's incorrect and I'll fix it.
Onto the chapter-
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Precinct 16 was exceptionally quiet for once in the Special Victims Unit. There had been no major cases, and for that everyone was thankful. In the past week, the only case they had received turned out to be a woman reporting false rape, and while that was a hassle for the ADA to prosecute her for false charges, it was great for the SVU. This was the perfect time for the resident detectives to catch up on their paperwork, and for Detective Stabler to spend some time with his family.
Elliot Stabler's marriage was already under strain considering his wife's divorce from him. When they got back together, he and his children couldn't be happier. No child wanted to deal with the possibility their parent's didn't like each other or the hassle of a divorce. It was too much to deal with for a family. Sometimes though, as he had learned through his working at SVU, divorce was for the best. It kept the tensions between the two parents low.
Currently, Elliot was eating dinner with his kids and Kathy. It felt so good to be home for the night, just hanging out like it had been before the divorce. Everyone laughed at a joke Kathleen had cracked seconds before. Right as they did this, the house phone rang.
Somehow, Elliot knew no good could come of that call. There wasn't any way that was not the police department. He excused himself from the table and answered the phone, "Stabler residence."
"Elliot? It's Cragen," said the familiar voice of his captain through the receiver. "Listen, there's a new case, so head on down to the Precinct. Okay?"
Stabler sighed; he knew it had been too good to be true. Signaling to his wife that he had to leave, Elliot asked one question right before he hung up, "Should I go swing by and grab Olivia?"
A child's crying was heard on the other end, and over the noise Cragen managed to say, "No, Dr. Huang is going to get her since she's along his way here."
Saying his goodbyes over the phone, Stabler put on a jacket and headed towards the car. As he pulled out of the driveway and onto the streets en route to the police station, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly their case was this time. Was it a child or an adult? What was the problem? Did someone abuse them or something?
Deciding not to think about that, he slowly made his way inside the Precinct 16.
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George Huang walked calmly and quickly up the steps towards the apartment he guessed was Olivia Bensons. She didn't answer her cell phone for a change, so he offered to go and pick her up for Cragen.
Reaching the floor he needed, Huang looked in the hallway, trying to read the numbers in the dim hall lighting. 121…122…123… 124, there it was. 124- Olivia Benson. Knocking softly on the door as not to wake the neighbors, he leant against the wall.
In a minute, he noticed there was no one responding to the knock. So Huang knocked louder. "Olivia? Benson? Are you in there? Are you all right?"
Putting his ear up to the door, he heard the feint sound of an object hitting the ground, and he grew worried.
Drawing the gun given to him for moments like these, he braced himself against the door. "Olivia! I'm coming in." BAM! The door flew open with a lot of force. Huang did a quick sweep of the room and kept his gun lowered slightly towards the ground. He made his way to the bedroom, where another softer bang emanated. Moving up to the doorway, he peered inside to see someone thrashing about on the bed. It was Olivia.
That was what had caused the entire racket; she was having a bad dream. That would also explain why she hadn't answered the door or her phones. Smiling softly at the fact that she wasn't in any immediate danger, he put his gun away and edged to the side of the bed.
It wouldn't hurt to take a listen, see what she was dreaming about.
Her lips opened to form words, but they were inaudible. That is, until she started flailing about even more. "No, stop please…. Ge-oof-a me!" and the occasional "You sick son of a b…" emitted from her mouth.
Realizing that she was probably in pain, he shook her lightly. She wouldn't budge, and only continued to move about, nearly knocking a bedside lamp off the nearby nightstand. Huang knew now was probably a good time to try talking, so in his most soothing voice he said, "Olivia? Wake up Olivia. It was only a dream."
The next thing George knew was he had a red mark on his face and he was on the floor, looking up at a startled Olivia. "Oh my god! Dr. Huang! I'm so sorry."
She got out of bed to help him up, which was pointless, as he was already halfway off the floor. Olivia's hair was in a state of disarray, and her eyes held a haunted look that made George do a double take.
As he brushed some imaginary dirt off of his pants, George stated softly, "The Captain wants both of us at the Precinct. There's a new case." He headed outside the bedroom, as to give Olivia the space she needed to get dressed.
Making his way into the living room, he sat down on a couch and looked around the apartment. From what he could see, there wasn't a lot of pictures or much of anything to suggest that Olivia had a hobby. There was a small pile of Chinese food containers on the kitchen table. In the trash next to it, there appeared to be the wrappings for some take-out and leftovers. That wasn't really surprising to see this in a detective's home. Many were just too busy to go out and eat a decent meal.
As he scanned the living room closer, he noticed there were two bottles on the coffee table in front of him. What's this? He thought as he reached to pick one up. George didn't know that Olivia took pills. "Stay Awake. Why would she need this," he inquired to himself. The only reason she would possibly need this was if that nightmare wasn't the only one. "She would need therapy instead of pills then," George said softly, his psychiatrist nature surfacing.
Putting the bottle down, he reached for the other one, and was able to make out "Hypno-" before he dropped it when he heard, "So tell me why exactly you came by instead of someone just calling me?"
Subtly picking it up and putting it back onto the coffee table before turning to face her, he responded with, "You weren't answering your cell phone or your house phone. I offered to come see what was wrong and drive you."
Looking at her now, he could see she had grabbed her purse, and was in the process of putting the aforementioned cell phone into her jean pocket. Olivia nodded and walked to the front door, "Let's go then shall we?"
Giving Olivia a slight smile, he opened her door and gentlemanly let her leave before he did. As they made their way to Precinct 16 however, Dr. Huang couldn't help but wonder what exactly that nightmare was about.
