Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SVU characters mentioned. They belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. This is for entertainment purposes only! I only own this fanfic (plot, idea, etc.) and the characters I, myself, make up!

So, I got this idea, obviously! I don't know where it came from, but whatever. It floats my boat. ;) Read & Review, please! Feedback makes me happy. :D I hope you like this. E/O...eventually. Takes place after 'Paternity', OBVIOUSLY. You guys liked Chapter 1, and I thank you for all of the support! Enjoy! -Andy :)


He was taping his fingers in a syncopated, anxious, rhythm as he grew more and more anxious. Sitting there, staring at her empty desk across from him, it was hard not to go mad.

She should have been sitting across from him almost half an hour ago. And, where was she now? Was she okay? Was she hurt? Was she even alive?

See, he couldn't answer any of these questions, but it wasn't for his lack of trying. He'd called her five times, texted her seven, and e-mailed her 3 times - he'd counted. Now, however, he was staring at her desk, so lost in thought that he didn't see her limp into the squad room.

He did, however, smell her when she brushed passed him. She had this lovely scent that he could smell all day. She smelled like vanilla and lilac, like summer and winter, like Olivia.

He shook his head, expelling the thought from his mind. I would get arrested for sexual harassment if I just went up, stuck my nose in the juncture of her neck and shoulder and took a whiff, he thought to himself, almost drooling at an after thought, Juncture? Oh, my God.

He shook his head, knowing he'd need a cold shower later. Realizing his partner was staring at him, he smiled at her sheepishly, "Hey."

"Hi," she gave him a small, tentative, smile, which was so wrong. Olivia - his Olivia - was never shy. She was always confident, straight forward, and fearless.

He inwardly cringed as he realized how much concealer she must have been wearing on her face. Her face was a completely different shade than her chest - her chest. He mentally slapped himself.

"So, why are you late?" Elliot looked down at his cell phone, trying to act casual, trying to act like he'd be texting anyone but her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her flinch, "I woke up late," she faked an easy going smirk, "I must have set my alarm wrong."

"Are you living with your boyfriend?" Elliot raised an eyebrow at her, finally looking into her fearful eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair.

"No," Olivia shook her head, an odd expression on her face, "why?"

"Why don't you," Elliot choked down his fear and went for it. He had nothing to lose, "stay with me tonight? That way, you don't have to," Elliot looked into her brown eyes, "wake up late."

Olivia's breathing hitched. She looked around the squad room, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation before whispering, "What are you insinuating?"

Elliot raised his hands defensively, "Nothing." He stood up and walked toward the coffee maker, "Want some sludge, Liv? Munch made a new batch this morning."

Olivia looked at him with narrowed eyes and a slightly agape mouth, "Sure, El."

Elliot shook his head as he thought to himself, Great job, genius, you got her mad at you!


They drove to the scene they'd been called to in complete silence. Elliot hadn't even turned on the radio, playing the music Olivia hated, but loved to see him enjoy. The silence was uncomfortable, filled with tension. Elliot would look over at Olivia every few seconds, and Olivia couldn't even look at him. She was so embarrassed and frightened.

What if her boyfriend found out? What would he do to her when he realized that Elliot was more than just her partner? Would he hit her again? Maybe he'd kick her this time, or maybe he'd beat her until she didn't even know anyone by the name of Elliot. The thing that scared her most is what he do to Elliot. She couldn't bare it if Elliot got seriously injured because of her.

A thought stuck in the back of her every now and again. It happened to be stuck in her mind at the moment. She, Olivia Benson, was a special victim.

When did she become someone's punching bag, someone's toy, someone's bitch? She hated every moment that she was with him, but she didn't have the courage to break up with him and stay that way. Bad-Ass Benson was afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, and she couldn't do anything about it.


When they arrived at the scene, Elliot heard Olivia gasp lightly as they stood over the body. He looked over at her, confusion clearly written in his facial features.

"Sorry," she whispered, shaking her head and turning to Melinda, "How'd she die, Doc?"

"She was beaten to a pulp," Dr. Warner examined the dead body in front of her, handing the detectives the woman's wallet, "She shows signs of long term abuse."

Melinda Warner held up the girl's arm showing burn scars, and cuts up and down her wrist. Around her waist and thighs there were also some yellow, healing, bruises. Her face was so beaten that the detectives didn't recognize her as the girl on her Driver's License immediately.

Elliot saw, in his peripheral vision, as Olivia visibly shook. He waited until they were back in the car before he took his hand in hers, unknowingly making her pain instantly disappear.


He kissed her the moment she walked into her apartment, surprising her. Holding her around the waist and lifting her into the air as he spun them he didn't release his lips.

He unattached her lips, leaning his forehead against hers a few moments later, "Hey, Olive, how was your day?"

"Terrible," Olivia rolled her eyes, she hated that nickname so much. Her body suddenly went rigid, realization hitting her, "How did you get in here?"

"I got your key copied when you were sleeping at my place the other night," Kurt smiled at her cockily, "You don't mind, do you?"

"No," Olivia lied and gave a very fake smile.

"Good," he laughed and winked at her, "because I'm not giving it back to you."

His cell phone rang in his pocket and he picked it up, "Moss." Kurt's face changed from pity to anger quickly.

He looked at Olivia with fire in his eyes as he hang up the phone. Olivia cringed, knowing what was coming. She crossed her fingers and hoped that she'd live through the pain.


Elliot had been home for only a short while when he heard the knock at his door. He was only in a pair of boxer briefs, so he pulled on a pair of sweats, leaving his shirt off.

He looked through the peep hole, surprised to see Liv, before opening the door. She looked terrible. Her left eyes was black and blue, and swollen almost completely shut. There were bruises blooming all over her face, her bottom lip was split and visibly bleeding, she had cuts on her hands, and she was caked in dirt. Gasping lightly, he moved out of her way, watching as she starting limping toward his front room in slow motion.

After closing the door behind her, Elliot just stared at Olivia. She needed a shower and some antiseptics for her open wounds. He reached for her hand, his heart warming when she took it, as he lead her toward the bathroom.

Elliot turned the water on to a nice, soothing hot and turned to Olivia. He started to divest her of her clothing, surprised when she didn't resist him. As he pulled off her dirty clothes, Elliot saw the bruises on her ribs, shoulders, upper arms and forearms. She had bruises that were yellowing all over her waist and dark purple bruises around her hips and thighs. She had many cuts and burns on her inner wrists and on the back of her ankles.

Finally, pulling off her bra and panties, Elliot gasped. She was bruised everywhere. He looked into her misty brown eyes as tears formed in his own eyes and ran in a steady stream down his face.

"What happened to you?" Elliot whispered after a moment, "Who do I have to kill?"


Is Kurt abusing Olivia? What happened to Olivia? Who killed the victim with suspiciously similar injuries as Olivia? Who does Elliot have to kill? Does Elliot go into the shower with Olivia? Does Olivia take Elliot up on his offer? *READ TO FIND OUT!*
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