She was cold. Not the kind of cold when you want a jacket, the kind of cold where you just want to run into someone's arms, and be warmed by their love. She knew whose arms she wanted to run into. Her eyes flickered down, and she could have sworn they caught his, but it was probably just her imagination.
Her eyes began to fill with tears, and she let one roll down her face. She regretted that though, because her hands were tied behind her back, so she could not wipe it away.
" Make a move and I kill you," her captor rasped, jamming the gun further into her temple.
It would definitely leave a mark. The rope was tied tightly around her wrists, so she discreetly began to rub the rope together, hoping to weaken it.
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Elliot, a man on a mission, marched over to the S.W.A.T team.
" So what the hell are you guys doing?" Elliot demanded to know.
A few guys with vests and headsets looked up surprised.
" Vince Chase, nice to meet you too," one of the men smirked and stuck his hand out for Elliot to shake.
Elliot scowled, but reluctantly shook his hand. Vince had dark curly hair, muscular arms, and a slim but built form. Elliot assumed he was the leader of the team.
" So how can we help you?" Vince continued, his sharp blue eyes narrowing in on the older man.
" There is a woman at the top of that building, a woman who I happen to work with, and I want to know what you guys are doing to get her back," Elliot explained.
Work. He should have said worked. He was still having trouble admitting that he didn't work with her anymore.
How could he let this happen, Elliot wondered, continuing to think of reasons this was his fault. He shouldn't have been such an ass; he shouldn't have told her they couldn't be partners. They had been partners for nearly a decade, that wasn't fair of him to say after one incident. There, he concluded. It was his fault.
" Sir?" Vince apparently was trying to get Elliot's attention.
" Call me Elliot," Stabler lightened a bit, determined to stay focused on saving his partner.
Vince smiled slightly and threw him a vest.
" I'm assuming you'd like to help," Vince arched his eyebrows, grinning a satisfied grin.
" Let's get started," Elliot agreed.
EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOOlivia was sure of it now, she saw him. A tight shirt glorified his muscular arms, and showed of his perfect abs. How sexy can you get, Olivia wondered.
Several men surrounded him, all with guns in their holsters, one curly haired man pointing at what Olivia assumed was the blueprint of the building.
Elliot was not one to waste time, she smiled. She was doing ok with the rope, but since she could not let her captor see what she was doing, the process was a slow, tiring one.
" I have to use the washroom," Olivia lied.
" Piss in your pants, bitch," her captor replied.
Olivia closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. She took a deep breath.
" If you don't let me use the godamn bathroom I will scream at the top of my lungs everything I know about you and your cohorts," Olivia smiled calmly, and with that he led her back into a small apartment.
When in the bathroom, she silently filled a cup with water, and placed on the toilet so it poured out slowly, making it sound like she was actually using the toilet. Wasting no time she jammed her wrists together, in a hard, fast motion. Olivia removed the cup, turned on the water faucet, and continued. With in seconds, the rope was loose enough so she could remove then with a flick of her wrist, but tight enough so it would look to her captor that her wrists were still tied.
He led her back into the living room. She did not ask why they didn't return the balcony; she was too satisfied that her little plan had worked.
EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO" Look what the cat dragged out," Munch smiled, as Fin pushed Star towards Elliot.
" Star!" Elliot exclaimed, part from shock part from anger. " How could you let this happen?"
She looked angry at his comment, but she seemed to calm herself.
" Speak lady," Fin demanded.
" Elliot the sting went down. But Mizz. Benson here was taken hostage by one of the eco-terrorists. At least we got the rest of them," she explained in her cute southern accent.
The wind blew her dark hair across her face, and she shivered from the cold.
Elliot shook his head.
" Well what do you expect from the FBI?" Munch pointed out.
" Fine," Elliot nodded. " But we're gonna need your help."
Star nodded and joined the group of Fin, Munch, Elliot, Vince and his boys.
" This goes down in 20 minutes," Vince informed, and everyone got to work.
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If any of you watch Entourage, just want to let you know, that I just like the name Vince Chase, he's not based on the actual character. And the part about Vince and his boys was just to amuse myself. It has nothing to do with his posse.
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