Elliot's Stalker

Chapter 3:

A/N: My mind is nuts. I'm nuts. "Showdown" is somehow slowly becoming the bane of my existence and on some level this story is too. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Olivia finally fell into a fitful sleep peppered with disturbing imagery. She thought she saw Elliot, unconscious, being dragged down a flight of stairs. She tried to see the face of the person who had him but it was dark. All of a sudden, the image became clear.

"Janice," she whispered, shooting out of bed again. She was breathing hard and sweating. She tried to tell herself that everything was okay but she couldn't shake the feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.

She reached for the phone and dialed his cell number. It was almost four in the morning and she was hoping, strangely enough, that she would wake him and that he would be pissed off about it. After all, 'I just wanted to see if you were okay,' wasn't much of an excuse at four o'clock.

The phone rang and rang and rang but there was no answer. Olivia thought that it would go to voicemail but on the fifth ring a bubbly voice that made Olivia's heart stop answered "I'm sorry, Elliot can't come to the phone right now," there was a click and the line went dead.

Olivia got up, pulled on her clothes and called the captain "We've got a problem," she said as she grabbed her gun and headed out the door.

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"Janice!" Olivia called as she entered the house with her gun drawn. She found them in the living room. Elliot was lying unconscious on the couch and Janice had wrapped her body protectively around his.

Upon seeing Olivia, Janice got up and stood in front of the couch. She pulled out the gun "Stay away from us," she demanded "We're happy."

"Janice," Olivia said evenly "You need help."

"Elliot will help me," she said simply.

"Elliot's unconscious," Olivia stated but as she spoke, Elliot began to come around.

He rubbed his head and sat up. After a few moments, he realized what was going on. His eyes locked with Olivia's. She nodded. He grabbed Janice from behind, throwing her off balance. The gun Janice was holding went off before flying out of her hand. The bullet missed Olivia by a mere six inches.

Janice pulled away from Elliot and looked at him with absolute betrayal in her eyes "How could you?" she asked "We could have been happy."

Olivia stepped forward with the handcuffs ready. Janice turned and slugged her before running out into the crowd of cops outside.

"You okay?" Elliot asked, standing up and taking a few steps in her direction.

Olivia nodded and smiled softly "Yeah," she whispered "I'm fine," then she quickly changed the subject "What about you?"

"A little shaken up," he admitted.

"Where's Kathy?" Olivia asked, looking around.

Elliot's gaze fell to the floor as he reached into his pocket for the note that Kathy had left him. Olivia took it from him and read it. "Oh, Elliot," she whispered, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him "It's gonna be okay," she told him.

Suddenly a gunshot sounded from outside. Elliot involuntarily tightened his grip on Olivia as she involuntarily did the same. Shouts of 'Oh my God!' reached their ears and the two of them ventured outside to see what had happened.

"We were about to cuff her," one of the officers explained "She grabbed my gun and…" he trailed off, looking down at the lifeless body at his feet. Janice had put a bullet straight through her head.

Olivia took Elliot's hand in hers and squeezed it "It's over," she whispered. Though it was a tragic end for Janice, she had been a troubled woman and her being dead made Olivia feel a lot better.

A/N: I'm thinking that I'll probably have one chapter after this, just some EO fluffiness to wrap everything up. I never intended this to be a long story. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed.