Disclaimer: I don't own SVU. I only own my own characters.
A/N: So, no reviews makes me wonder if I should've started this story over. Only got like 3 the first time anyway, but oh well. Enough whining. On to the story!
It took all of ten minutes from the precinct to Mercy. Olivia loved the advantages of being a cop. She raced up to the room where her beloved was lying. She walked into the room as quietly as possible. She took her lover's hand in hers and kissed it and then kissed her forehead. Leslie stirred at the contact. She opened the fierce blue eyes that Olivia loved and smiled slightly at the sight of the woman of her dreams standing there.
"Hey," she said, her throat dry.
"Hey," Olivia replied, "I was so worried that I was going to lose you. I'm glad you're okay."
Olivia leaned over and gave Leslie a deep, meaningful kiss. Leslie leaned into it and then pulled back suddenly. She sucked air through her teeth.
"What is it, sweetie?" asked Olivia, full of concern.
Leslie looked at the distraught brunette, "It's okay. I just moved wrong. My ribs are killing me."
Olivia felt relief wash over knowing that it wasn't something major. She knew what she had to do, what she had to ask. She didn't want to, but she wanted the bastard's head on a platter and to do that she needed her love to give her account of what happened.
"Les, I know that this is hard, but I need to know what happened in that alley," she said, warily.
Leslie looked at her. She nodded knowing that this wasn't going to be an easy task to recount what had happened without reliving the horror that she has fallen victim to.
"He was following me for what seemed like forever. He grabbed me as soon as we were in front of an alleyway. I tried to fight him off, but he drugged me," said Leslie, the smell of chloroform fresh in her mind, "I fought not to pass out, but not too soon after he had…had…raped me did I pass out. I remember a man asking me to hold on, that help was on the way. All I could think about was you, and the fact that I had to hold on, for you. I thought about everything we have been through over these past 4 years. How much I love you. How much I longed to be in your arms again. Olivia, I love you so much! I can't bear my life without you!"
Olivia was crying and sobbing after hearing Leslie's revelation.
"Oh baby! I love you too! You make me feel complete! When I saw you lying here in this bed, I was so scared that I would lose you! I can't live without you either! You are the best thing in my life and nothing will change that! I know you are worried about the future, of how this may affect our relationship, but we will work this out together. One step at a time, I will be there for you every step of the way," she said, tears flowing freely.
Leslie leaned up and Olivia met her in a very passionate kiss when Fin and John walked in. Olivia didn't want to stop, but she did anyway. Her cheeks flushed as she met the eyes of her coworkers. Leslie flushed a little. Fin looked at Olivia, astonished.
John looked amused, "Well, I knew something was off." Olivia grinned.
"Les, these are my coworkers. John Munch and Odafin "Fin" Tutuola. Guys, this is the love of my life, Leslie Nichols."
"Well, this explains so much," replied Fin, with a grin from ear to ear, "Nice to meet you Leslie, although I do wish it was under better circumstances. Liv, we have the guy. I thought you would like to know."
Fin held up a photo array, "Leslie, can you pick the man who raped you out?"
Leslie looked at the array closely and pointed out the man in the top-right corner.
"That's him. That's him, Liv! That's the bastard!" she said.
Olivia nodded, "Get this guy! Make sure he goes away!"
Fin looked from one woman to the other, "With pleasure!" He and John walked out.
Olivia sat on the edge of the bed and held Leslie close.
"It's going to be okay Les. We are going to make sure you will never have to be scared of that man again!"
Leslie held Olivia. She let her tears loose that she had been holding in. She cried hard against her lover. Olivia rubbed her back and rocked her. Not too long afterwards, Leslie had laid back and fell asleep. Olivia climbed into the bed to hold her. They were very comfortable.
At the station, Fin brought in the perpetrator that Leslie had pointed out of the photo array. A 36 year old man named Darryl Jenison. Fin was doing his best to keep his mouth shut. He knew if he opened it, he would get suspended or worse. He put Darryl into the holding pen. Elliot had followed Fin in.
"Who's this?" he asked.
Fin inclined his head towards the cribs. Elliot followed him.
"Spill. Who is it?"
"That's the slime who went after Leslie. Don't do anything you will regret, Elliot." Fin replied, warily.
Elliot looked at Fin. He felt the anger boil.
"I will call Liv to let her know we got him," he said.
He picked up his cell phone and dialed Liv's number. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Elliot shut the phone.
"No answer. I'm going to go to the hospital. You got this bastard?" Fin nodded. Elliot turned and walked out. Fin let the breath that he'd been holding, out.
Elliot walked into the room at the hospital. He soon saw why Olivia wasn't answering. She was asleep next to Leslie. Holding the woman tightly for it seemed like she was afraid the woman would leave. Elliot walked to Olivia's side and touched her shoulder gently.
"Liv? Liv, wake up," he whispered, not wanting to wake Leslie. She turned and saw her partner.
"Yeah?" she said, still half-asleep.
"We got the bastard. Fin just brought him in. Alex is going to arraign him in a couple hours. Do you want to go?" he asked.
She nodded and got up, careful not to wake her lover.
She leaned over the bed and whispered, "Baby, I'll be back. I'm going to take care of some things and I should be back in a few hours."
Leslie nodded sleepily. "I love you, Liv," she said low.
Liv grinned,"I love you too." She kissed Leslie gently and followed Elliot out.
"How she doing?" asked Elliot.
"She's doing better. I think she's coming to terms with it. God, El! I love that woman so much and she is so strong, but to see her like that…it…just…kills me!" Olivia said.
Elliot put his arm around his partner.
"I know. I know honey. She loves you too and you're just as stubborn as she is strong." Olivia snorted at that.
Elliot grinned.
"You're right," she said, "Enough with my relationship. How're things going with you and Kathy?"
"Uh…they're not," he said hesitantly.
"What? What's going on?" she asked.
"Kathy decided to leave me. We are getting a divorce," he replied, "She's keeping the kids. She said that she couldn't take me doing the job anymore and I told her that I couldn't stop. She said that if I wanted to stay married to the job that she wasn't going to stay married to me."
"Oh…El. I'm sorry," she sympathetically. Elliot shrugged.
"I guess I'm just not good marriage material."
"Elliot. You know that isn't true!" she said comfortingly. Elliot nodded, his face flushing.
"Let's get to the house."
Olivia nodded.
A/N: So, any good? I would really love some feedback please!
