Here comes the 2. Chapter.
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2. Chapter

Reaching the door, he hid the gun behind his back and unlocked the door. He took one last glance back at her, making sure she would be quiet before he grabbed the handle and twisted it open. He opened the door only enough to reveal his face and smiled friendly at the man in the hallway.

Right in front of him was none other than Elliot Stabler.

He surveyed the man in front of him from top to toe, he was a well-built man in his late forties maybe even early fifties he guessed, but he was a little smaller than himself, nothing he couldn't handle he decided quickly as his eyes landed back on the confused face in front of him.

"Yes?" he smiled politely, "What can I do for you?"

Stunned, Elliot took a small step back and eyed the stranger in front of him. "Who are you?" his eyebrows knit together in both, confusion and frustration. His eyes flew to the apartment number on the door to make sure he had knocked on the right door, although he was sure he'd find her door even blind. After checking he'd actually knocked at 4D's apartment door, his gaze came back to the stranger in front of him. Probably her boyfriend?

Obviously, Olivia must be well acquainted with the man who'd answered her door but Elliot couldn't help but feel uneasy with the sight in front of him. A strange feeling was rising in his gut but he couldn't tell if it was because of the man in general or the possibility of him being Olivia's boyfriend. Clearly they must be close when Olivia would allow him to answer the door. But still, he couldn't shake his concerns off. Something about this guy didn't feel right, something was off with him.

Elliot cleared his throat, "Where's Olivia?" his voice now lower than before; his attitude had changed.

His body tensed automatically, his eyes focusing on every detail on the stranger's face. His smile seemed sincere and polite but his eyes were cold. They were glassy, the pupils dilated- had he been taking drugs? The skin on his face was pale and sweaty. His right hand was resting on the doorframe slightly above his hand. Elliot couldn't see much more since the rest of his body was hiding behind the door.

Lewis gripped the weapon behind his back tighter, the urge to simply kill the guy in front of him growing with every passing second but the polite smile never left his face. He opened his mouth slightly and gulped some air in while starting to speak, "Uh, she's still at work. I'm sorry buddy." He shrugged and faked sympathy.

Elliot nodded and clenched his jaw, knowing the possibility of her being still at work was high.

"I'll tell her you were here. What's your name?" Curiosity taking over, he wanted to know who caused such an effect on Olivia.

Maybe he was simply overreacting, Elliot thought. He should trust Olivia's judgment, after all she had good knowledge in human nature and it had to mean something she'd let somebody else answer the door or even be in her apartment when she wasn't even there herself. He was probably just frustrated over the fact that she had a boyfriend. Come on Elliot, what'd you expect after two years?

"That won't be necessary, but thanks anyway." Elliot said and waved his hand defeated. He raised his head once more to look at the strangers face. Something was odd about him, he couldn't help it no matter how much he tried to shake it off.

Elliot sighed and turned on his heels, ready to take off but a hushed noise from inside the apartment stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder while turning back around, his eyes never leaving the form in front of him. He couldn't ignore his instincts any longer- something was off.

"What was that? You sure she isn't home?" he asked but didn't wait for Lewis to answer as he stormed past him, pushing the door easily open and stepped inside the apartment.

x.x.x.x

Olivia's stomach lurched when she heard Elliot's last reply and she knew he'd leave anytime now. She needed to do something, needed to draw his attention toward her - show him that she was indeed home, needing help. Part of her didn't want Elliot to get involved, fearing for his safety, but a bigger part of her was scared as hell for what was going to happen when he'd leave and she'd be alone with Lewis again. Unbidden images of what he had done to Alice Parker invaded her mind and she just panicked at the thought of what he would do to her as soon as the two of them would be alone again.

...

"What I did? You should be so lucky somebody does that to you." he said, their faces inches apart when he briefly dropped his gaze to her lips, emphasizing the last word, only to bring his eyes back to hers afterwards. This moment, looking directly in his cold eyes was enough to send shivers down her spine but Nick quickly brought her out of her thoughts by slamming his hands on the table, protesting and threatening Lewis.

Recovering quickly and finding her composure she stepped behind Nick to reassure him. She needed to play along, for Alice Parker.

"How?" she said whilst taking a chair from the table and sitting next to Lewis. She forced herself to give him a smile, even when she only managed a sly one- knowing the urge to boast must be huge inside of him, she'd use that to make him confess. "Tell me."

"Sure sweetheart, what do you wanna hear?" he said.

"Whatever you've got." Olivia replied.

"You mean like, how disturbing it would be to make a… fine, educated, cultured woman like that disrobe." he told her and she felt Nick tensing up behind her when he continued, "How humiliating it would be."

Her own body started to react too and she couldn't stop the goose bumps forming on her bare forearms. She didn't know how to reply, it cost her every strength in her being not to strike out but to stay calm.

He continued, "How she might try to... cover herself with her hands."

The tension in the room was unbearable and the way he spoke, the way his eyes wandered above her frame made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. She suddenly felt dirty, disgusted to even be in the same room with him and his phantasies. She caught herself staring blankly forward, her smile long gone while silence filled the small room. She blinked the thoughts away, freeing herself from the disturbing imaginations in her head and moved a bit in the chair. Finally snapping out of it she tilted her head and forced an interested expression, "Go on."

He didn't lose any time, "You wanna hear how I tied her to the bed…" he grinned and continued, "-not too tight so I could watch her struggle."

His grin faded briefly when he watched her expression, "No? Not your thing, huh?" he teased her but she couldn't get herself to respond.

"Oh-," his face lit up again, "What about if I made her get down on her knees... forced myself inside of her or... do you wanna hear about the pyro techniques? How I put out my cigarettes on her."

...

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to force the imaginations aside. Counting on the fact that Lewis wouldn't risk alerting the whole building by shooting Elliot in the hallway, she opened her eyes and stamped her feet as good and as hard as possible and called out for Elliot through the duct tape.

She didn't know if he'd heard her until she heard him storming toward her and within seconds he burst through the door, their eyes met immediately and the world seemed to stand still for the moment.

Her brown ones met his blue ones, a mixture of hope and fear in hers met his shocked and worried ones. These beautiful blue eyes of him made her desperate to reach out for him, reach out for security she so desperately needed. Instead she found herself still tightly bound to a chair unable to reach him. She felt tears well up in her eyes, ready to spill over.

Two years of absence.

She had missed him for two long years. Her heart had been arching to see him for so long and now, he was finally here, in her apartment, but she'd never imagined it would be like this.

Seeing him again in the middle of her worst nightmare.

Trust had never been a friend of hers and therefore she had trouble to let people in and open up to them but with Elliot she had managed to find someone she could trust. He'd always had her back and she'd have his, they were partners. Though, she kept the most of her issues to herself and tried to cope with everything on her own. She could do it, after all she had been by herself her whole life. She had maintained her independence and had never asked anyone for help or bothered anyone with her problems. And then she had found herself in the middle of a chaos named Simon Marsden and though she hadn't asked or said anything he had been there.

She had learned the hard way that she could rely on him when she needed him. He'd had her back- he'd been there when she needed cover up, when she needed time to fix things. Even when she screwed up and let a serial rapist escape he'd covered her ass. She had never needed help before, let alone get help when she needed it. Since then she had trusted him with all of her heart to have her back.

Sealview changed a lot though and she'd built up walls around herself again. She needed to sort things out alone, be for herself for the time being. She had to survive on her own- she couldn't rely on anyone's help. Who had she tried to fool? She couldn't count on anybody but herself, she wouldn't wait for someone to come to her rescue- she needed to take care of herself. But deep down inside she wanted to believe she could rely on Elliot, deep down she even knew he'd be there when she needed him. After all they were partners, right?

He hadn't disappointed her so far. Elliot had always been there when she needed him even when nobody believed her, when all evidence was pointing against her he'd believe she didn't kill that biker. They had even found her DNA and he'd refused to believe the evidence but decided he'd trust her, he'd believe her- again he'd had her back and she couldn't thank him enough for being there for her when she needed him.

And suddenly, he left. Just like that their partnership was over, their friendship was over.

Without saying a word he'd left. He had simply walked away from her without bothering to talk to her or at least say goodbye. Until now she hadn't heard anything from him. Hell, she didn't even know if he was still living in New York since she had been at their house once to find it for sale.

Just like that he had walked out of her live, leaving her back on her own to cope with everything alone. Only to be back now? Having her back in her darkest hour? Ironic.

He'd taken her heart years ago, only to wrench it in his hands, rip it in two and never bothered to give it back to her. And now he was there, standing in the middle of her living room with those innocent blue eyes staring back at her, bringing her broken and vulnerable heart with him.

It was too much for her to handle- the more her thoughts wandered, the more her body took in the sight in front of her, her nose smelling his distinct and all too familiar scent, her eyes taking in every detail about his form- the more her eyes continued watering. Her glassy eyes met his gaze once more, sensing his discomfort, his shock- the fear in them. And she felt so sorry for getting him in this mess, to put his life at risk so easily. Without saying anything at all, her sorrowful eyes did. They were apologizing to him, pleading him for forgiveness before she closed them and lowered her head a bit. She needed to control her emotions. She just couldn't give away that much because she knew, her tormenter- a sadistic psychopath - would use it against her. She could only hope it wasn't too late, that he hadn't noticed.

He was frozen in place by seeing her like this, helpless and hurt- being tied to a chair in her own living room. It literally ripped his heart in two to look into her haunted eyes, which were pleading back at him. He opened his mouth to say something to her, to tell her it was ok but no words came out- instead he reached for the weapon on his hip only to find it wasn't there, he had totally forgotten the fact that he wasn't a cop anymore.

He wanted to turn around and strike, attack the son of a bitch but the feeling of cold barrel pressing against the back of his skull made him freeze in place once more.

He lifted his hands in surrender but his eyes stayed firmly on the sight in front of him. He took in her vulnerable frame, her exhausted composure and every bruise, every cut. Her make-up was slightly smeared around her eyelids underlining the ugly bruise which was slowly forming on her left eye. Knowing bruises don't come easily on Olivia, he assumed her attacker had hit her pretty hard to cause such a bruise. Anger build up inside of him and he thought about just giving it a try and strike him with his elbow.

"Don't even think about it!" he heard him growl from behind him, followed by a sharp click, which he knew meant the gun was now loaded.

Olivia's head shot up abruptly at the sound of that but all she could do was watch helplessly as Lewis quickly pulled the gun back only to slam it forwards again with full force, hitting the back of Elliot's head with the butt of the gun. She shrieked in shock the moment it collided with his skull, making Elliot fall to the floor noiselessly and limply. He was out cold before he hit the ground.

What had she done?

TBC

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