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Happy Trails

Chapter 3

A/N: This story is going to get very dark and will contain adult themes including violence and sex. Just a warning to readers who may not want to read that particular type of story.

"I suggest you back down, boy. Or you're going to end up like your friend over there." A male voice taunted loudly above the laughter of several male voices and Casey's crying. "Or your little red headed girlfriend could end up like that bitch, you want that?"

The words carried clearly over the stillness of the water echoing in Olivia's head. She could hear the sound of grunting as well. Her heart nearly stopped. Elliot's forearm pressed tightly against her stomach holding her as close to him as humanly possible. She wanted to scream, to cry, or to kick, to do something. She was fucking NYPD and she was listening to her friends being terrorized.

"She feels so good, Henry. You don't want a run at this sweet piece of ass, either end?" Another man's breathless voice asked.

"Where are your other two friends?" The man's voice that asked this question was the same voice as earlier. A fact Elliot filed into his memory as he tried to focus on the details and not what was actually happening on shore.

"They left," Chester said.

"You wouldn't be lying would you, boy?"

"No," Chester said. "Olivia was sick."

Thank you, Chester, Elliot silently thought.

"That pretty little brunette bitch," A new voice said. "God, I bet she is a fantastic fuck. Probably fight like hell. I bet she is fucking tight, too."

Elliot's grip on Olivia tightened. His lips pressed softly against her hair. He would kill them before they touched her. They would have to kill him first.

Olivia trembled uncontrollably in the water. She had never felt as helpless in her life as she did at this very moment but she also knew that there was nothing her and Elliot could do. They had no weapons no leverage with them not to confront six armed men. She would be raped quite possibly killed if they found them. Tears fell as she knew what they were doing to Jeffries, she could hear it. She had invited her. Guilt and blame settled deep into her heart.

"Get up," the first man's voice commanded. "You are all coming with us,"

"Please," Casey voice could be heard pleading. "Just take whatever you want,"

"Oh, but sweetheart you are what we want. We have hours of fun that we can all have with each other," It was not the first voice but one of the earlier ones.

"How about this one?"

"Everyone comes back. Get him off his ass," The first voice commanded. "Get the other one up too."

A crackle of thunder broke through as a flash of lighting lit up the darkening sky.

"Hurry up and finish with the bitch," The first voice commanded.

There was continued noise of crying and scuffling. Then an eerie quiet descended in the air.

Elliot could hear the drops of rain as they hit the water's surface before the sky opened up and rain poured down as if God himself was crying for them.

Olivia choked out the sob she had been holding inside as the thunder and rain know filled the air. "Elliot," she sobbed.

Elliot turned her around in the water only to see her tear stained face matched his. He pulled her tightly to his chest clutching at her feeling shame seep into his bones because his primary thought was to thank god that Olivia had not been on that shore.

The rain poured down around them in buckets making it impossible to see more than a couple of inches in front of their faces. Elliot and Olivia held onto each other and the loan piece of wood that hung from underneath their floating hideaway.

Elliot had no idea how long they stayed like that or how long the rain lasted. Elliot knew they had to get out of the water, it had turned dark and cold. Olivia was shaking in his arms. "Olivia," Elliot whispered. "Are you ready to swim to shore?"

Olivia wiped the tears from her eyes. "Yes," she answered her voice quiet but resolute.

Elliot tucked her wet hair back behind her ears as he made eye contact with her. "I will not let anything happen to you,"

"El," Olivia started.

"Shh," Elliot whispered placing one lone finger against her trembling lips. "We stay together,"

Olivia nodded shakily.

Elliot turned around and faced the shoreline. It was almost pitch black except for the light from the moon and stars. He could see nothing as he dove underwater heading for the shore.

Olivia was behind him. She pushed her arms and legs through the cold water feeling number inside them she could ever feel outside. Visions to accompany what she had heard flashed through her head, unstoppable.

Elliot pulled himself up onto the dock reaching down for Olivia. He gripped her under the arms helping her up and out of the water. Elliot crossed the grassy surface with Olivia's hand firmly in his. They made their way cautiously up to the clearing where their campsite had been. Their belongings were strewn everywhere. Most of their things were gone including their tents and backpacks. Elliot stepped over reaching behind the rocks where he had tossed his a sudden feeling of relief washing over him as his pack was still there. He wasn't sure if it was his caution or his marine training that caused him to place his bag out of site or maybe it was just intuition. Whatever the reason, Elliot had never as grateful as he kneeled beside the old backpack unzipping it.

Olivia kneeled in the grass beside Elliot wrapping her arms around herself as she rubbed her arms up and down her goose bump covered skin.

Elliot pulled out clothes haphazardly. He handed Olivia a pair of sweats and sweatshirt something he packed on every excursion no matter what the weather.

Olivia gratefully took them pulling the oversized clothes on rapidly, relief filling her as she was less exposed. She inhaled the scent of Elliot that permeated through the clothes another wave of comfort settling in.

Elliot felt his heart slow down as Olivia was covered and protected in his clothes. He handed her socks wishing he had shoes for her as he tugged on a pair of jeans and shirt. "Better?" He asked barely able to make out her face in the darkness just those big dark eyes.

Olivia nodded.

Elliot's hand reached back into the pack feeling the bottom his hand closing around the cold steel as he withdrew his gun from the pack.

Olivia had never been so happy to see a gun as she was that one.

"Liv, we can't stay here. We need to find a place to stay overnight." Elliot said.

"We are going after them, aren't we?" Olivia asked.

"I am," Elliot said softly cupping her chin in the darkness. "I can't risk you with them, Liv. You heard what they said, what they did."

Olivia was trembling from the cold her arms tightly wrapped around her body. "Fuck that Elliot, they are my friends, too. We are partners, where you go, I go. You promised we would stay together."

Elliot closed his eyes his jaw tightening, he knew to argue would be pointless. Olivia was going.