"How was work?" he asked.
"Work is work Elliot." Olivia tried to remain angry, she had never felt so much mistrust, but those eyes were melting her.
"I took out the trash out for you, did the dishes and had a general tidy up. I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to surprise you."
Olivia found a small smile gracing her lips, she tried to mask it, but he'd already seen it. "Thanks."
Olivia sat down with a beer, ice cold, he'd bought some more after their in depth conversation last night.
Something was still bugging Olivia, her voice crisp as she spoke, "Elliot, what have you been doing for the past two years?"
Elliot looked at her, took a sip from his beer, "I've been working as a private detective. Nothing special but it paid the bills."
Nodding, Olivia had nothing else to say, she found the whole situation confusing; she wanted him back, she longed for him to love her, but at the same time anger and abandonment raced through her.
Time passed on and the silence seemed to lessen; Elliot found things to talk about and as Olivia relaxed, they soon fell back in to deep converse as they used to.
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Somewhere, deep inside, anger boiled. The SVU detectives, all of them had managed to destroy her family. Elliot being pulled away from her was like a knife in the heart, she sat alone in a musky smelling room, this wasn't her home, but a home away from home. This was her thinking place, she'd been here many times before when she needed to think.
That's when she decided, revenge was the only way. She would teach every single one of the detectives what they had done. She would throw their lives in to such heavy spasm, no one would know when or where the next attack would take place. But more to the point, none of them would suspect her.
She had a photo, a Stabler family dinner, she took out a red marker and made a single circle around Munch's head. He was first. She knew exactly how to get him. She circled Fin's face, he was such a pig, she knew exactly how to target him too. She took pride circling Elliot's face, the scum bag who let everything and everyone get in the way of their family, and then the slut who stole him.
"Olivia Benson, you, I will take most pride in."
Making her way out of the small bunker that sat hidden under ground, the woman held a smirk firmly on her plump lips. Her dyed blonde hair straggled limply as the wind blew it in all directions. Munch was her first target and she knew exactly where he would be.
Clocking off time for the old man, she followed him, for a cop, he wasn't very aware. She followed him for three blocks, he'd parked his beaten up car in a drive way of a woman's house. 'Dirty bastard having a fling at his age' she thought, she waited for him to get to the front door.
The house was once a beautiful townhouse, it stood brilliantly, yet alone. A small balcony was under the top window, the attic had been converted into a sewing room for the woman, although now she couldn't use it as her arthritis had kicked in hard.
He pushed a key in the door, no one was home. She had thought about this moment the whole time she had followed him, her weapon tucked in her waist band, just like Elliot used to. Walking up to the door that had just closed, she knocked, as Munch opened the door, the bravery left her.
He invited her in, an old face welcome at anytime. She lost her nerve.
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Elliot sat with Olivia on the couch, he looked in to her melted eyes; he could see she was crushed, and he wanted nothing more than to fix that.
Olivia got up, she needed a shower, walking to the bathroom she turned on the hot water letting it run whilst she undressed. Her clothes were tossed on the bathroom floor, she stepped in letting the water bead off her naked body. The spray catching her face, she finally let her shoulders drop. Running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach she thought about herself, her body was in good shape, her breasts were firm and perky, she was pretty and always took pride in herself. The man she had waited twelve years for was sitting on her couch and she was busy dousing her sorrows in hot water, they were separate again. She hated it. She hated him, but she loved him.
She got out of the shower ten minutes later, she walked through to the bedroom holding the towel close to her slender body, Elliot couldn't help but sneak a peek at her. He stood up and watched her, she left the door open just a crack, he watched memorised as she dropped the towel and wrapped herself in a dressing gown. The image of her naked body imprinted on his mind, an ever lasting image of what he was missing. What he wanted, his one desire.
Olivia knew he was watching, she could feel his eyes on her, she turned and looked at him, "I think I just broke your cover." her tone was uplifted, the anger seemed to have disappeared.
Elliot pushed open the door, he pulled her into his strong arms, she felt instantly safe. His eyes made a connection with hers that was unbreakable. Butterflies swarmed like hornets in her stomach, it was happening. Shots of electric excitement captured her entire being, he laid her down, their lips meeting. They kissed under a blanket of passion, Olivia's heart raced, she felt him harden against her leg. He really did want her. He needed her.
His fingertips grazed her leg as they kissed, everything up until then had felt right. "I can't." she whispered. Her head falling back in to the duvet.
His body collapsed next to hers, "I understand." he said softly, "I know I've hurt you, I should've called. I." Olivia stopped him.
"El please don't. I lived it, I don't need to hear you say it."
"I'm so sorry Olivia."
Silence filled the room, "Me too." she whispered back.
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The rapist turned murderer looked at himself in the mirror, it had been one whole day and he hadn't been caught, this was good. His heart pounded in his chest, the snapping of bones replayed loudly in his ears, he closed his eyes and saw her mangled body in front of him; he straightened his tie and tucked it in his shirt as he splashed water over his face.
It only took him fifteen minutes to get to his weekly meeting, he shied away from everyone in the streets, he took his seat and waited.
"Welcome everyone. I see we have a few new faces here, this is a trusted union. We are all here for the same reason and that reason is to help ourselves get back to normality. Everything you say in this room will be kept confidential, and as always, you don't have to share your name, but if you want to, you are welcome." Nathan Townsend, the director sat down, "Who would like to go first this week?"
The seemingly cool murderer raised his hand. Nathan nodded, "Thank you for volunteering."
"My name's Nick Amaro, I am a sex addict. I have had sex with over seven hundred women. I shamefully regret to say I have had relations with girls I shouldn't have, but I paid my dues. I am trying to reform myself. This week, I slept with one woman."
The room clapped as the man stopped talking, he smiled getting it off his chest, but he had kept his dark secret.
"Thank you Nick, and thank you for feeling brave enough to share your name. Can you tell everyone how you felt after sleeping with just one woman this week?"
"Good. Bad. Well it felt good and I feel good about it only being one. But after, ergh, after I felt like I'd been kicked in the balls repeatedly, y'know that sick feeling like everything inside just shot upwards?"
Nathan Townsend looked slightly confused, he frowned, "Why do you think you felt like that Nick?"
"Because the whore," he stopped himself, "Because I'm meant to be recovering, not shagging. That's why."
Nathan nodded, "Okay then, thank you Nick."
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Munch said goodbye to his female house guest, she smiled, but her insides were raging. 'What an idiot. A total waste of three hours, listening to him babble on about shit that didn't matter. The perfect shot, I fucking could have taken it!' Feeling that rage bubble up inside of her again, the woman noticed movement in the house, Munch was leaving, he assumed she was long gone, so she took aim and fired two rounds in the man. Bang. Bang. One to the right shoulder, one to the pelvis. Man down.
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A/N: Thank you all for reading the second chapter. So, who do you think the mystery woman is? How about the sex addict? Is it Nick or is it an imposter? Will Munch make it out alive? And the E/O? Lets hope Liv forgives soon! Please review xo
