2:58 AM
Olivia eyes snapped open when her brain had registered a noise. It was coming from the kitchen or the living room, she couldn't be too sure which in her current state. It wasn't uncommon for her to hear noises in the middle of the night. The ice machine in the fridge, or the heating or air kicking on or off, hell sometimes neighbors would get home at ungodly hours and she could hear it. She just...had a heightened sense when it came to hearing little noises and while it was always nothing, she still got up to check. Better safe than sorry is what she would always tell herself.
Giving a soft groan Olivia rolled out of bed, rubbing her eyes quickly to make sure she was alert, she didn't want to accidentally trip over something that she or Noah had left out. Too many times had that ended in her almost breaking a bone. She didn't bother putting on her robe it was warm in the apartment anyway. New York City was so finicky when it came to the weather, especially in May.. She stopped by her bedroom door, occasionally considering putting on her slippers and deciding not to bother, she didn't want to spend precious minutes fiddling with them when she could be sleeping.
Walking out of her bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen she yawned, stretching her arms with a slight groan. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to go back to bed but that small thought at the back of her brain needed to make sure that all was right with her little world. Walking into the little kitchen she noted nothing of importance; the dirty dishes in the sink that she needed to wash, some silverware left out, nothing out of the ordinary. The one thing that did capture her attention was a light that bounced off the refrigerator caught her eye, causing her to turn and look out into the living room to see...the TV was on?
"What the hell…?" She mumbled grouchily, she would swear up and down that she had turned the TV off before reading Noah his bedtime stories but she supposed in her exhaustion perhaps she had forgotten to turn it off. It was rare but it had happened before so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. Shaking her head she went to where she usually put the remote and found it wasn't in its usual spot either but resting haphazardly on the coffee table. Snatching it up she turned off the TV without giving it so much as a second thought leaving her in the dark. She would worry about it in the morning, when she was clear-headed.
Unfortunately in her groggy state Olivia had failed to notice the distinct outline of reflections in the TV screen casted by the blueish-white glow of the moon in the night sky. The shadows of her furniture, her shadow, and the taller shadow looming behind her.
The room went silent with the TV off and Olivia felt right in going back to bed, the TV had been what disturbed her and nothing more. Still there was a slight nagging feeling that came over her, something felt slightly off and she couldn't quite put her finger on what. She shivered, out of the ordinary for her especially considering the warmth of the apartment, giving a soft sigh before turning around to return to bed.
Click!
"Hey there sweetheart, did you miss me?" He spoke in a husky whisper, staring her down with a gleeful smirk on his face, the gun held an inch away from her forehead.
Olivia blanked, eyes widening at the sheer shock of what was going on. She couldn't breathe, it was like a nightmare, she prayed it was a nightmare. It took her a few long moments to process the reality of the situation. There was a gun pointed at her, and the man holding the gun was supposed to be in prison for the rest of his natural life.
"What, nothing to say?" He teased, his tone dripping with amusement. This was starting out exactly as he had imagined it would.
Olivia inhaled sharply, finally finding it in her to breathe. She hadn't expected that she would ever have to face her worst nightmare in the flesh ever again, yet here he was, in her home. Her initial gut reaction told her to scream and fight, but her brain refused to let her when she remembered that she wasn't alone. This was different from the last time they crossed paths in her apartment. This time Noah was fast asleep down the hall.
"No...no" She whispered out, her voice was shaky and she couldn't quite find words to say. She closed her eyes hoping that when she opened them he would be gone. She wished that this was a nightmare, but she hadn't had a nightmare in such a long time, and he was...too real. This entire situation was far too real to be even the most vivid of nightmares. When she opened her eyes he was still there.
Lewis nodded, pulling the gun away from her head, "That's a good girl. No screaming." He whispered, holding his finger up to his lips to tell her to be quiet in the way an adult would with a child. He took one step toward her and she took one step back. He rolled his eyes, but didn't lash out just yet. He was having too much fun with this little dance.
Before Olivia knew it he had backed her up against the bar separating the kitchen and the living area, when her back pressed into it she jumped.
"Guess that's that." Lewis sounded thoroughly amused until he noticed her frantically looking around. Anger seemed to flare up in him and he hissed out, "Hey! No, no, no. You run, I shoot. You're no good to anyone dead, especially not me. But just so you know if you choose to be dumb, I won't hesitate do you cold." He closed in on her, pressing her against the wall as he let his free hand trail up her arm and to her shoulder. When he got to her neck she shuddered and he chuckled, suddenly grasping her face and pushing her chin upward forcing her to look him in the eyes. He wanted to get a good look at her, it had been too long since he'd seen her face to face.
"I've waited 4 years for this." He crashed his lips violently against her, hearing her make an audible yelp he kissed her violently enough to bruise, not that he minded if she was a bit roughed up. A whining noise escaped through clenched teeth, as tense and tight lipped as possible. When he pulled back immediately the gun was on her again, the cold metal pressed against her forehead, "You had to know that this was coming one day. Steel bars and orange jumpsuits aren't really my thing, and I always finish what I started by any means necessary. What do you say, you up for one last ride Lieutenant Benson?" He said her title with such malice that she thought he might just shoot her on the spot.
"I don't know how this is happening…" Olivia couldn't hear herself think, hell she could barely hear anything. The words just tumbled forth from her lips without being processed by her brain first, "I don't know how you're here...but I know that th-they're going to find you." She tried her best to keep steady, to be level-headed like all of her training and past experiences taught her but that went out the window now. This situation was different, and no amount of training, nor nightmare scenarios she had gone through in her head would have prepared her for how to react in this situation.
"You'd have fled New York a long time ago if you knew how easy it was to escape Olivia- Can I call you that?" He chuckled, "I mean I think we've known each other long enough for us to be on a first name basis." He sounded so amused, not a hint of fear or urgency in his voice, "I think that we'll stay here for a little while first though. It's a real nice place you got here, came with the pay raise I guess." He smirked when he saw her face fall. They couldn't stay there in the apartment, Olivia knew how dangerous that situation would be. She needed to get him out of there and she needed to get him out of there now. She knew she had to think quickly, she had to do something to get him away from her apartment, hell, as far away from her sleeping child as she possibly could.
"We don't need to do that. This is the first place they'll look when they figure out you escaped." She barely squeaked out, flinching when he slammed his hand full force into the wall behind her. The sound it caused was a loud, resonating bang, her stomach dropped; so much for getting him out of there with the littlest noise as possible.
"Don't think to tell me what I can and can't do, do you understand me?" He growled out, his grip on the gun remained as steady as ever, making sure to push it even harder against her, just to remind her that it was there and he wouldn't hesitate to use it. A bluff sure, he wouldn't kill her until he got what he wanted but she didn't need to know that.
She didn't answer, so he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Answer me, Olivia. Do you understand me?" He pulled back to look at her, expectant for an answer. He didn't think she was dumb enough to stay silent, but if she was he wouldn't hesitate to knock her around a few times to get his point across.
The more she resisted the more dangerous this situation would become. She didn't need this to escalate so quickly, not while they were still in the apartment. Olivia opened her mouth to give him the answer he wanted but by then it was too late. A smaller, quieter voice, broke the tension first.
"Mommy?"
Olivia felt panic wash over her in an instant, her head turning to the hall to see her son standing there, clutching his little elephant Eddie to his chest, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Lewis was taken aback by the small voice as well, turning to look at the same time as Olivia. He thought for a second that perhaps his seizure had caused brain damage and he was hallucinating when he saw the little boy. But it couldn't be that, not when Olivia was looking at him too. Immediately he pulled the gun away from her head and shoved it into the waistband of his pants before the boy could notice what it was. He didn't want to frighten off this new little development, not yet anyway.
He had been so focused on getting Olivia, making sure everything would be perfect in his head that he had failed to notice the pictures of her and the boy, nor had he noticed the toys neatly put away in a toy box in the apartment!- However he liked it almost better this way, he hadn't expected such a lovely surprise.
Olivia noticed she no longer held the attention of Lewis, no, his full attention was on Noah and she felt her blood turn to ice in her veins.
"Mommy?" Noah called softly, looking from her to Lewis with a confused look.
She opened her mouth to speak but Lewis beat her to the punch, "Hey there buddy." He smiled at Noah, kneeling down to his level, hoping to win the boy over. If he was able to charm a smart woman like Dr. Cole he could certainly charm a child.
"Who're you?" Noah asked sleepily, "I don't know you." He held Eddie closer to his body, he was always shy around new people.
"I'm a friend of your mommy's, call me Lewis. What's your name sweetheart?" Lewis spoke quietly to the boy. He knew he didn't have to but it was always more fun to get them to trust you first.
Noah stared at him uneasily, looking at his mother for a moment. Olivia forced a slight smile, she didn't want to scare Noah, and she certainly didn't want to give Lewis a reason to hurt him.
"Noah." He said softly, staring cautiously at this strange man.
"Noah," Lewis repeated the name, testing it. He smiled lazily at him, "C'mere Noah. It's alright, you don't have to be afraid of me." He glanced at Olivia, "Right Olivia?" This was turning out far better than he could have ever dreamed. She looked agonized and tortured and he hadn't even touched her yet. The bond between a mother and her child wasn't something he had exploited previously, he hadn't gotten the chance with Viva and Luisa Nuñez. But this now presented an interesting opportunity for him; he had Olivia where he wanted her, and so long as he had her son it would stay that way. The thought of just how far Olivia would be willing to go to make sure her precious boy stayed safe brought a morbid pleasure. He supposed he would get to find out now.
Noah looked at his mother for her approval and she gave a slight nod, "It- It's okay Noah." She masked her fear, hoping that Noah would do as he said.
Noah took a few tentative footsteps into the kitchen, looking between his mother and this strange man. Something was off and he could sense it, immediately going to his mother and tugging on the leg of her pants, "Mommy can I go to bed with you?" He whined softly. He hadn't seen her look this...well, he couldn't put his finger on it, his mommy just seemed scared, he didn't like to see her like this.
Olivia was about to lean down to pick him up when Lewis beat her to it, picking up Noah himself and standing, glancing at Olivia, barely able to hold back a chuckle at the pained and strangled look on her face. He kept Noah just out of her reach not that he thought she was dumb enough to try and yank him back. "Did we wake you?" he asked Noah, keeping his eyes on Olivia, "I'm sorry if we did."
"What's that?" Noah asked softly, tentatively touching Lewis's scar. Suddenly he wasn't as sleepy as he was curious. Lewis finally looked away from her to address the boy.
"That's a scar Noah." Oh yes, the boy's name rolled off his tongue like it was meant to be there. He spoke to him so softly that Olivia for a split second thought that Lewis actually cared about Noah, and that perhaps he would spare him the trauma of whatever he was going to do to her. Except that she wasn't that dumb, and if this was ANYONE but William Lewis in front of her she might have given them the benefit of the doubt, but not with him.
Noah traced the scar softly with his fingers and Lewis let him, gaze trained on Olivia the entire time, barely able to contain his gleeful expressions at her despaired ones. Once Noah was finished he pulled back before reaching out for his mother, "Mommy." Olivia almost wept when she heard his voice, there was a slight fear in his tone, painful for her to hear. She stared at Lewis with an agonizing look in her eyes, pleading with him. She just wanted her baby boy back in her arms, he was safer in her arms!
He them linger in silence for a moment before finally relinquishing Noah to Olivia who clutched him as close to her body as she possibly could, letting out of breath of relief.
He raised an eyebrow and stared expectantly at her, as if saying: See? I can be merciful too. But she knew better than to believe it. She flinched when she felt him put his hand on the small of her back to move her forward. She kissed Noah's cheek, knowing that he was still sleepy, and no matter what this situation was going to turn into she wanted to involve him as little as possible, "Come on sweetie, let me put you back in bed."
Noah protested with a whine, "No mommy, please. I wanna stay with you." He clung tightly to her shirt and Olivia risked a glance at Lewis with a panicked look in her eyes. She didn't want him to hurt Noah, he had to understand that he was a child and children didn't always cooperate!
But the look on his face said different, he looked annoyed and impatient. His hand twitched on her back and she knew from the way his eyes were looking from her to Noah he was debating whether or not to take him away from her and deal with the boy himself. She had to do...something!
"Sweetie…" She sighed, "Tell you what, how about you lay down in mommy's room and when mommy's...friend leaves I'll be right in, okay?" She said softly, tensing when she heard Lewis stifle a laugh. She walked to her room, Lewis right behind her but he stayed leaning in the doorframe. She laid Noah down in bed, kissing his forehead, and when she tried to pull away, another problem arose. Noah wouldn't let go of her shirt.
"Mommy…" He whined, and when she shook her head she could see tears rising and his face screw up in anger and upset. Olivia's voice was soft, but begging, "Please sweet boy...Please…"
"It's okay sweetheart!" Lewis cut in walking over to them and prying Noah's hands off of Olivia, "Your mommy will be right back, I promise. Be good for her ok?" He leaned down, and for a second Olivia held her breath, terrified he was going to hurt him.
She was even more dismayed to see Lewis press a kiss to Noah's forehead, before grabbing her hand and practically dragging her out of the room.
"You and I have to have a little talk…" He mumbled, intentionally gripping her wrist with enough pressure for her to inhale sharply, but not so hard that she would cry out.
"Be good Noah." He said before shutting the door and slamming her against the wall.
"Wow, ok." He gave a breathy laugh, "This is too good to be true. I-I knew exactly what I wanted to do when I came here and now you've got me second guessing everything!" He pushed her head up so he could get a good look at her, make sure she was listening, "That's impressive. No one's ever been able to throw me for a loop like that before!- See, I knew that there was something special between us!" Lewis looked excited, if Olivia wasn't so scared she probably would have thrown up. She knew she had to do something, say something, she couldn't let Noah be dragged into this!
"...Lewis I will go with you, wherever you want, I-I will do whatever you want if-"
He cut off her begging with a laugh, "Really?"
She didn't know what else to say to him, she could see that begging was not going to get her anywhere. He sounded so smug, suddenly she felt like an idiot for even thinking about begging.
"I gave you far from credit than your worth if you really I'm just gonna leave him here. He's seen my face, when we leave here in…" He glanced at a clock, "20 minutes, he has to come with us."
"No. No he doesn't!" She protested, on the verge of tears.
"Of course he does. You're smarter than that Olivia!" He really was surprised by her lack of logical thinking in this situation, "If I leave him here then what's he going to tell pretty Miss Amanda? Hm? He's going to tell her that a man with a scar on his face took his mommy away. I know they aren't the brightest but even the dumbest of the lot can put two and two together. I want this to be a longer arrangement than just a few hours y'know?"
Olivia had a panicked look in her eyes, suddenly she couldn't breath, clutching at her throat. Her breathing hitched and she shook her head. Lewis rolled his eyes, "You're hyperventilating. If you pass out it's gonna scare Noah and then you're leaving me all alone with him while we wait for his mommy to wake up. Do you trust me enough to be alone with him? I've never dealt with little boys before."
"L-let's make a deal." Olivia blurted out in a last ditch attempt to do something .
"Why?" He laughed.
"Why what?" Olivia hated all these mocking questions.
"Why would I make a deal with you when you have virtually no cards to play and I've got a stacked deck. You don't have any leverage, and right now you're overstepping a very fine boundary. Begging is great and all at the right time but right now if you don't shut up I'm going to knock you on your ass and take you right here with Noah in the other room. Is that what you want?" He had slowly devolved from amused to pissed, "Apologize, now."
This was dangerous, HE was dangerous and Olivia knew it. He had been different four years ago, more teasing and mocking than he really was truly dangerous. She could only assume four years in prison would do that to someone...
Lewis nodded, "Alright, fine then." He turned to the door, "Maybe Noah can apologize for you."
"I'm sorry." She said quietly. She wanted to keep Noah as far from the situation as possible. This wasn't his battle to fight, it was hers.
"What was that? You're gonna have to speak up since I'm deaf in one ear." He asked, turning around to face her. He was winning, they both knew it.
"I'm sorry." She said clearly.
Lewis nodded, "It's a start. Now unfortunately we don't have much time and we are under a new set of circumstances which means that unfortunately I can't wreck the place. I wouldn't want to scare Noah, not yet anyway." He had to take a minute to think, "A blessing and a curse y'know? I have to come up with everything on the fly now. Four years of planning this moment and it's all out the window!" He shrugged, "Oh well, I enjoy a challenge. Go pack a bag for Noah, the usually shit that kids need. After all he's gonna have to be preoccupied when we have alone time." He pushed Olivia along to Noah's room.
She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to pack her son a bag and tell him that they were all of a sudden leaving with this man that he's never met before. But Lewis was right, she had no cards left to play. He had gotten the leverage he needed against her, and Noah was all he really needed to keep her in check. So she packed some clothing, some toys, books, different little comforts she knew he would like. The less traumatizing she could make this situation for him the better.
"Mommy!" She heard Noah call from her room, "Mommy!" He was crying. She sighed, turning to gauge Lewis's reaction. He just had a raised eyebrow and shook his head, "What is it now?"
"He's just upset…" She mumbled, "Can I go to calm him down?" She asked, not wanting to try and go without saying anything for fear of retaliation. Lewis gestured forwards, walking behind her.
When she walked into the room Noah had kicked off the sheets and was hugging his knees to his chest and crying, loudly calling for her. She immediately walked over and touched his hand, "Noah, Noah what's wrong?" She could see him attempt to respond but she couldn't understand it through his tears. Hugging her to his chest, she glanced at Lewis who was leaning in the doorway expectantly. They were on a time constraint, after all.
It took a few minutes of her rocking him and shushing him to finally calm down. He clung to her so tightly, "Don't leave me alone mommy." He whined softly.
"Olivia." Lewis said, gesturing to the door. Before she could say anything Noah's grasp on her tightly and he shook his head, "No! She's my mommy!" He whined, glaring at Lewis.
"Sweetie-" Olivia started, turning him to face her, "Sweetie we have to go, ok? I packed a little bag for you-"
"We'd never ever leave you behind Noah." Lewis said offhandedly. Noah had amused him with that spirited glare, the way he clung to his her as if to protect her; he was a little spitfire just like his mother.
Noah looked at her, "I don't want to go with him. I don't like him." He said blatantly. If this wasn't such a dire situation she would have laughed. She glanced at Lewis and was surprised to see his fists clenched. She hadn't thought a comment like that would piss him off.
Before she knew it Lewis had walked over and pulled Noah from her arms coldly, "Too bad, we all have to do things we don't want Noah." Noah gave a loud whine, tears in his eyes again. Lewis ignored it turning to Olivia and gesturing to her, "You have 2 minutes to get changed and that's because I'm being generous. I'm trusting you can be a big girl and do that on your own?" He sneered before walking out of the room with Noah in tow.
Olivia knew she had a limited amount of time and carefully she took her phone off the nightstand and unlocked it. She debated for a second calling one of her squad before realizing that if she did that, the hands of cruel fate would make it so Lewis would bust into the room in the middle of a phone call. So she quickly texted Amanda, two words: It's him. And she shut her phone off. She was on her own now, until they could find them. And she PRAYED they would find them.
With that done Olivia quickly threw on some clothing, a baggy sweater and some leggings and not a second after she slipped on shoes, did she hear a yelp followed by a string of curses from outside. Immediately she rushed to see what was the matter to find Lewis clutching his left hand and Noah in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down his face.
"What happened?" She asked tentatively, right before Lewis practically launched Noah's shoes and jacket at her and getting up to brush by, "Get those on him, now." He was still being slightly civil for the sake of keeping Noah from having a tantrum, but it was obvious to Olivia that he was pissed. She didn't ask anymore after that, stepping forward and putting on Noah's shoes before slipping on his jacket, "Oh Noah…" She was on the verge of tears when Lewis grabbed her arm, "A minute please." He tucked her into the hall and when he thought that Noah was out of eyesight and earshot he slapped Olivia across the face, it stung but she knew how to take a hit, "You need to teach your son some manners if this is going to work between us because the next time he bites me I'm not going to hesitate to backhand him. I was nice the first time, and I really didn't have to be. I won't be so forgiving the second. Understood?"
"Yes, I just…" She sighed shakily, "He doesn't know you, he's just scared…" She knew that Noah could tell that Lewis wasn't a good man, he always had this ability to read people.
"Well he's going to have to get over that fast." Lewis pulled the gun out, pressing it against her cheek, "We're going to have play a little game. Call it a game of house. You're the mommy, and I'm the daddy." He smirked, holding back a chuckle at the look of disgust that came across her face, "And Noah is our baby. You are going to be the perfect little wife, you will make no attempt to escape or fight me, not when Noah is around. The minute he realizes I'm the bad guy is the minute that I can't guarantee his safety anymore." He pulled the gun away from her cheek, again kissing her roughly. This kiss was short though, luckily for her, before he tugged her forward by her wrist and entered the living room, making sure to conceal the gun again, "It's time to go."
Olivia looked around her apartment and swallowed down a sob. Unless her squad moved quickly this could very well be the last time she would see it. Her home, where she had felt so safe, with her son who'd known no other home than that...She felt a pit form in her stomach, shakily sighing. Lewis noticed it, wrapping an arm around her and whispering, "Go get Noah before you have a melt down." He shoved her forward and she stumbled but caught herself before she knelt down beside her son.
"Noah sweetie, we have to go…" She was soft with him, unsure of how he would react.
"Why?" He asked softly, tears sparkling in his eyes, but got up and walked to his mother, hugging her leg, "I'm scared…" He said softly.
"It's gonna be okay baby…" Olivia knelt down and hugged Noah tightly, kissing his forehead, lingering for longer than Lewis would have liked because by the time she had let go he had Noah's bag in one hand and was reaching to take one of Noah's hands into his.
Noah snatched his hand away and she heard a frustrated growl catch in Lewis's throat. She took Noah's hand and walked to the door. This didn't need to be any more challenging than it already had been. Lewis walked behind, knowing that Olivia wasn't dumb enough to try and run, not with her baby boy in tow. No, she wouldn't do that, he had her exactly where he wanted her.
"I need Noah's carseat." She said softly, huffing angrily when Lewis produced her car keys from his pocket, "Where's your car?" He asked, and she led him to it. Noah's small hand suddenly tightened its grip around hers in anxiety. She could see that he was ready to pitch a fit, so she was quick to pick him up and hold him close to her chest, "Ssh…It's gonna be alright baby boy." She didn't like lying to her son, but she didn't want him to be scared either, he didn't deserve to be scared. Hell, he didn't even deserve to be there, in that situation. She heard Lewis let out a string of expletives attempting to get the car seat out and she sighed walking over expectantly. He held out his arms and raised an eyebrow, "Give him here, you get it out."
Noah clung tighter to her, but she pried him off, "It's just for a second sweetie." Reluctantly she handed him to Lewis who held him close, much to Noah's dismay, giving a soft whine. Lewis rolled his eyes, playing absentmindedly with one of Noah's curls.
What Lewis couldn't do, Olivia could. She had the seat out in less than 2 minutes, turning to face him. Again he gestured forwards, pulling Noah a little closer. She wasn't getting him back just yet. He thoroughly enjoyed seeing her squirm.
He still had the nurse's car, he was going to have to ditch that soon eventually. Once they realized he was gone the clock started ticking, he knew he didn't have much time left. He watched her put the seat in before reluctantly handing Noah to her, "Get his strapped in, and hurry up. We have to go."
"What, you scared?" Olivia sneered slightly, a sudden burst of courage coming over her, enough that it made her snap back like that at him. She was surprised with herself and the look on Lewis's face said that he was a little surprised too, before he grinned, "I'm gonna make you regret that comment."
Olivia gulped slightly, kissing Noah on the head before closing the door, "Are you going to force me into the trunk this time?" Well she figured she might as well get it all out now.
"If I did that then little Noah would be scared and I don't want that. But if you want to act high and mighty all of a sudden then maybe I should." He grabbed her wrist, "Don't forget that I control what he sees and what he doesn't, what happens to him and what doesn't. There is no God in the world that can save you. I'm his God now, I'm YOUR God." He had an almost crazed, lust filled look in his eyes, it made her heart sink. He pressed himself up against her again, putting a hand under her chin and pushed her head up to look at him, "If I were you I would do as I say. Or do you want to subject Noah to the trauma of watching his mother get raped?"
Olivia didn't know what triggered it, whether it was the way he said it, or the thought of it, or the mere image of that in her head that made her gag and cough for a minute. Lewis chuckled, opening the door to the passenger side and forcing her inside the car, taking his time to make his way to the drivers side.
"Mommy…?" Noah asked softly from the backseat.
"Yes baby?" She asked, regaining control of herself and turning to look at him.
"Is he gonna hurt you?" He asked softly. So innocent, his eyes held concern for his mother.
Before Olivia got the chance to answer Lewis got into the car, quickly starting it up and glancing in the mirror, "Try and get some rest Noah, it's gonna be a long drive." He barely regarded the boy, putting his hand on Olivia's shoulder to turn her around, "Let him sleep." He said quietly, "He's gonna need it." Olivia reluctantly turned away from her son and dared to sneak a glance at the clock.
3:42 AM
Olivia sighed softly, turning to look out the window. It took him 4 days to suppress her will to fight last time, this time it took all of 40 minutes. There shouldn't have been of this time at all. Rafael had assured her that he was going away for life, that it was all over and she wouldn't have to worry about him ever again. Everyone had told her that she wouldn't have to spare a thought for him ever again.
But nobody knew him like she did.
Olivia could see twilight approaching, she wondered if Amanda had seen her text yet but she doubted it. She wa sure that Amanda was sleeping, 2 year olds were hard to take care of, especially by yourself, she knew that. She probably should have texted someone else but she knew that Amanda would understand the text. She was the only one who would understand what it meant, and she had to trust that Amanda would see it in time. It was out of her hands now.
The car was quiet, she would have thought that Lewis would have the radio going but then she remembered Noah in the backseat. A small comfort she supposed, as Noah drifted off into sleep 10 minutes into their drive. They drove on streets that were quiet, eerily so for New York City. Unfortunately so for her, in her current predicament.
Lewis waited until Noah was asleep to talk to Olivia again, "Are you having flashbacks over there?" He teased, she rolled her eyes and bit her tongue, holding back an insult she was sure would get her in more trouble.
"Oh come on Olivia, it's perfect normal you know that, nothing to be ashamed of." He was taunting and baiting her at every turn and she wasn't going to give in because if she yelled and screamed at him in front of Noah suddenly SHE was the bad guy. She just ignored him, trying to block him out.
But she couldn't, and his words echoed in her head and she felt something bubbling up inside of her. Olivia took a deep shaky breath, her face burned, her vision got cloudy and she shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, hoping to God he wouldn't notice that she-
"Are you crying?" They were at a stop light and Lewis had turned to look at her, a stupid grin on his face.
"No." Olivia's voice betrayed her as she quickly wiped at her eyes, sinking down into her seat, she didn't know what was going on with her. One second she was fine and the next second she wanted nothing more than to violently sob.
He held back a laugh and shook his head, continuing with his driving. He had expected her to be upset, panicky even, but to see her cry? Now that was a real treat. The unbreakable Olivia Benson crying like a terrified victim. He decided not to say anything, but listened carefully to her heavy shaky breathing as she tried to coax herself out whatever state he had put her in. It was pure heaven for him, during their first time together she barely cried, but now she seemed to be completely shattering and he hadn't even touched her yet.
Olivia was disgusted by the feeling of tears streaming down her face, she hated that big lump that sat in her throat. She whimpered slightly, running her hands through her hair. She was angry at herself for crying, she was giving him exactly what he wanted and she knew better than that.
Lewis glanced into the back seat to make sure Noah was still asleep before grabbed Olivia by the arm and yanking her closer to him, "Let me see your face Olivia." He chimed in almost a sing-songy tone. She sniffled and shook her head, shoving his arm off of her. He yanked her right back, his grip harder this time, "I said, let me get a good look at you. Now, before I backhand you and really give you something to cry about." While her defiance was usually a turn on it sometimes got him annoyed. He liked a good fight, that's why it took him 4 days to get as close as he did to raping her during their first encounter. But he did expect her to comply with his demands, after all he was the one in charge.
Olivia swallowed down a sob that threatened to escape and turned to look at him, his face was distorted and fuzzy from her tears. He just stared at her, saying nothing, and that was somehow worse to her. Bad enough that she rested her face into her hands, breathing shakily. Slowly he let go of her arm and turned back to the road, "Calm down." He sounded slightly annoyed to her, "I haven't done anything yet and you're already crying, I thought you were a little stronger than that. Where'd all that fire go? You lose it when I practically nailed you to the wall for lying on the stand?" Oh yes, Olivia could detect a bitterness behind those last words.
So that was what this was about? She had lied about the beating and he held that against her!? "Is that what this is all about?" She asked in a hushed voice, wiping away her tears, "This is all because I-I lied?!"
Lewis couldn't hold back a laugh, giving her a side glance, "Well sweetheart you had to figure that lying about beating the shit out of me wasn't something that I'd be happy about." He shook his head, "That's only part of it y'know? I'm sure you and your merry little band of idiots profiled me, or whatever the hell you wanna call it. I mean you had to know that I would never let you go." He took one of his hands off the wheel and set it on her leg, suppressing a laugh when she tensed up, "To be quite honest Olivia, I'm obsessed with you. I never met a woman who had as strong a will as you did. From the first time I saw you in the interrogation room I knew you were...different, special." He gestured to Noah, "You bounced back; you have a son, you're a lieutenant. You go about your day to day life as if I never even existed in it. It makes me sick. Why should you get to act like nothing happened to you while you leave me to rot behind steel bars? I had to rectify the situation, get even if you will." He stopped talking giving her a chance to process everything he said. He wondered if she could even understand it with the state she was in at the current moment. Panicked, upset, worried, he let it feed him.
"This time you won't be so lucky Olivia."
Olivia closed her eyes and said nothing. He was right, she had to resign herself to a situation that wouldn't end as well as the last time. Unless by some miracle she and Noah were able to get away from him before they arrive at...wherever he was taking them, to do God only knows what, then he would win this time. He would have his way with her and she wouldn't be able to fight for fear of Noah getting hurt. After what felt like an agonizingly long amount of time Lewis removed his hand from her leg, and said nothing. She wanted nothing more than to succumb to sleep, she was so tired. Her initial adrenaline was wearing off, she felt weak and sleepy but she knew she had to watch where they were going, if she could perhaps to get to a phone somehow and tell her team where they were they could have a chance!-
She couldn't it help though. If she could just rest her eyes for a few seconds she would feel better...Yes, that's what she would do...just a few seconds.
