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Once again: I don't own anything related to this great show LO:SVU. I just like to mess with the wonderful characters Mr. Wolf has created. Thanks for all the Law and Orders.
2
Central Park
Manhattan
Olivia Benson enjoyed herself in the bright, warm sun. She met with Alex Cabot in Central Park. Knees and elbows of both the women were adorned with thick lined protectors and helmets, like the ones for bicycles, sat on their heads. On Sundays the closed streets of the park belonged to dancers, bikers, walkers and roller skaters.
It had passed some time since Olivia last had used her inline skaters. She needed a few minutes to get used to the rolling shoes again. But then she hunted Alex up and down the winding streets of the park.
Finally they stopped at a rock and sat down. Alex picked a sports bottle from her belt and drew several gulps. Olivia did the same.
"That's something totally else," Olivia breathed and lay back on the rock. Above her she saw branches and clear blue sky without any clouds. "And this Sunday, once again, will prove to be too short."
Alex laughed. "But it won't end before we ate Chinese, had some drinks and watched the new movie with George Clooney." She frowned a little. "And then I have to look through my pleading. Tomorrow will be important."
"Yeah," Olivia agreed. "And when you're finished the jury hopefully will speak them guilty."
"Hopefully?"
"They will. Before you'll start your pleading there will still be our best testimony. Their lawyers won't have a chance against my partner's statement."
"The show's not over before the fat lady sings, Liv." Alex had a pessimistic moment. "I don't know why, but I have the feeling that there might still go something wrong."
"It won't, Alex," Olivia said and sat up again. "I don't know how. Elliot will step on the stand, tell the jury what he saw and point at the defendants. And then it's game over."
Alex just shrugged.
"Somehow I have to lighten up your mood. Come on, Alex. I'll buy us some ice cream."
She got on her skates and reached out for her friend to pull her up.
"So, come on!"
Alex grabbed her hands and stood. At a relaxed speed they skated to the next stand with ice cream where Olivia bought two giant cones of maple chocolates. Gladly licking they skated towards the great lawn.
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Queens
"Or may I call you Elliot?" The man cocked his head to observe his captive closely. "I mean we'll stay for a while so it would be better if we call each other by first name, don't you think?"
Get out of my house! Elliot thought but remained silent. His insides churned. He was afraid that he might throw up. There was no way he could offend these guys. So he kept his mouth shut.
"You can call me… Barry," the man offered. "Will suit me for the time being."
Something touched his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eyes Elliot could see the belt of a bathrobe, perhaps Kathleen's by the color of it, draped over it. The man in front of him grabbed both ends and tightened it behind his neck, holding him, bending closer.
"At first you will just listen to me."
He was mere inches away of Elliot's face. It was obvious that he could see everything fine. All Elliot could see was his reflection in the glasses and the black cloth which covered the face. He smelled garlic.
The man let go of one end of the belt and pulled it from Elliot's neck. Then he made a knot in the middle of the fluffy strap.
"Don't panic." He came closer, was at his right side now and whispered in his ear. "I just want to make sure that you don't interrupt me."
From behind he laid his palms gently on Elliot's cheeks. Through the fingers of the left hand threaded the belt, the knot sticking between the knuckles.
Elliot gasped. He definitely did not want to have this in his mouth, but there would certainly be no chance to avoid it.
"Open up!" the man ordered him. "C'mon, Elliot. Open up!"
He quivered with fear. His lips shivered as fingers brushed lightly over them.
"My kids," he whispered.
"Your kids are upstairs," the man replied without hesitation, in a somewhat soothingly tone. "They are bound and scared, just like you, but they're okay. We won't hurt them as long as you follow the orders. – Now open up."
Elliot did not open his mouth voluntarily, but he did not resist either when the man grasped his chin and forced the jaws apart. First tears rolled down his face as the gag was placed between his teeth and tied behind his head.
"Now listen to me." He got another chair and placed it opposite of Elliot's to sit down astride. Then waited until Elliot solely focused on him. "I know you're scared. Perhaps you're even terrified. And you have good reasons to be afraid. We don't want to hurt Kathy or any of your kids, but we will if you don't surrender. Be a good Daddy and everything will be okay."
He beckoned one of his fellows. Another man appeared at Elliot's side and unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed it back and tucked it behind his back to expose chest and shoulders. Putting down a bag he produced an item that gave Elliot the creeps.
His eyes flickered to this thing and back to the man holding it, then to the man who still spoke to him but whose words did not reach his mind.
"Detective Stabler!" the man sitting across barked and Elliot jumped. "You shall listen to me! Did you hear what I said?"
Tentatively Elliot shook his head. If the guy was probably rolling his eyes or just stared he could not tell. The mirrored sunglasses blocked his view and could not tell him anything about his opponent.
"I told you that we'd give you a foretaste of what awaits Kathy and the kids if you don't submit."
Right then a terrified scream waved down the stairs. Instantly Elliot's hair stood on end as he recognized Kathleen's voice. As much as his bonds allowed, what was not very much, he reared. He craned his neck, knowing quite well that there would be nothing to see, and screamed into the gag.
At once the man was on him.
Don't touch them! Elliot cried inwardly. Tears of rage shot into his eyes and rolled down his face. You touch them, I will so make you pay for it! You'll regret you ever came here!
In fact there was nothing he could do. The scream stopped as suddenly as it had begun. His heart skipped a beat. What had they done to his daughter? Just a moment later steps approached down the stairwell.
"S'everything okay," a man said. "She got her gag off. Now she's tied up well. Won't reach it again."
The leader nodded and went back to his chair.
"Okay. Where did we stop?" He eyed his comrade and his captive, smirking under his mask. "O, yes… the foretaste."
Elliot's eyes widened as the other man closed in on him. Desperately he squirmed and struggled against the bondage when the first shock shot through his system.
