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I just want to say, I love Olivia so it's nothing personal writing stories where she gets whooped! I just like to try and capture how she feels and how Elliot reacts to it. So anywhoo here

goes chapter four.

I don't own em' blah, blah, blah..!

Chapter 4.

Olivia lay on the couch, she was thankful now that her body had gone numb, it meant it didn't hurt, as much, and if she didn't move an inch, that included breathing, but hey she had to do that, even if she was beginning to think that forgetting to breathe, on purpose that was, would be a quick way to end this misery.

Richard had fallen asleep on the bed. She wanted to get up and run, but she really didn't have the energy, or the guts to try. 'What was the point' she thought, 'he'd catch up with me by the time I got up off the couch'.

She hated being this negative, it wasn't her. She'd put up with all sorts of shit in her life so far, an abusive mother, learning the fact the only reason she existed was due to her mother being in the wrong place at the wrong time, 'that's enough' she told herself and slowly started to get up.

She didn't realise how hard it was to push yourself up off a couch when you're a glass pin cushion and you have a broken arm. She managed eventually to get to her feet her legs were shaking underneath her.

"Where are you going Olivia?" His voice was as painful to listen to as it had been to fall through a glass table. "I need to pee. That okay with you?" She said not turning to face him, but she knew he was looking her up and down. 'Creep'.

As she got into the bathroom she slammed the door shut and locked it. She fell onto the floor by the toilet and threw up. She really had no idea what she was throwing up, she hadn't eaten for ages and she was starving when she thought about it.

She pulled herself up and looked into the mirror. Seeing herself she burst into tears. Her face was all cut up and bruised. She looked like a domestic abuse advert, she sure as hell felt like one.

She turned the cold tap on and started splashing the water onto her face. It stung but it got rid of some off the blood. As she looked at the water that was running into her cupped hands, she saw her bruised wrists. She felt sick again. She'd seen thousands of victims with the same bruises and now she was one of them.

He'd made her a victim. That's when it hit her, it was her job to help the victims and get the bad guys, Richard was no special perp and she was no special victim, so now it was time to do her job.

When she came out of the bathroom, she couldn't see Richard anywhere. She walked across the room suddenly he grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the kitchen. He pushed her into one of the worktops then walked over to the fridge.

He opened it and started snooping around in it. "Nope, nope, nope…" He was throwing items out as he looked at them. Most of them were hitting her, probably his intention.

"Jesus Olivia, there's no food in here what so ever, don't you ever eat. It's no wonder you're so skinny."

"Well sorry White, if I'd known you were coming then I'd of bought something that would suit you, you know some rat poison maybe." She was sure she hadn't sounded as confident as she's liked but it was still a damn-good shot.

He slammed the door shut and started walking over to her. In seconds his hand was around her neck as he pushed her back onto the worktop. "Do you think that you're better than me, Olivia?"

Richard asked pressing his face just inches away from hers.

Olivia looked at him, she hated him so much. She just wanted to scream in his face, but it had to look like she was in control or else she knew she had no chance. "No. Just better looking!" Olivia said.

She spat in his eyes and his hands immediately went up to them, to wipe away the spit. She threw her knee up and heard a crunch as she did. He fell forward holding himself, cursing. She pushed him down by placing her hands on his back and raised her knee into his face, and hit him hard as she could on his back he fell right onto the floor.

She jumped over him and ran over to the drawer where she kept the knives, as she opened it her heart missed a beat, they were gone. She picked up a fork, as she turned Richard smacked her across the face, she fell into the fridge, banging her head, but this was no time to feel dizzy, even if she did feel like she just stepped of riding the teacups 4 times in a row.

She plunged the fork down into Richard's arms and punched him again. He was slowing down, she really had hit him hard in the royal gems, she just wanted to get out here now but he was blocking her exit.

Richard slapped her again she fell into the worktop. He pushed her up onto it and started to unzip his trousers. "Richard no…Please not again…" God she must have sounded pathetic, begging not to be raped.

"Ha, guess I finally broke you bitch!" Richard was laughing and she regretted it now. "Please, Richard no…" He was mocking her and it pissed her off.

She kicked her legs out as hard as she could, she hit him right in the gut he fell forward and smacked his head against the worktop. She jumped up and grabbed hold of his head and kept bashing it down onto the worktop as hard as she could.

Richard felt around in his pocket, he flipped open his pocket knife, he shoved Olivia hard into the fridge, then he slashed the knife across her stomach, slicing it, she moved as he did so it didn't go as deep as his intention had been.

She screamed as more pain hit her body. She placed her bust arm onto her stomach, she need to keep using the other one, but she knew she also had to control the bleeding.

She hit his arm with her still working one the knife fell to the floor. She punched him again he fell to the floor. She started to kick him over and over again. Every inch of her body hurt like hell, but she figured that must have been what was giving her the energy to beat the crap out of him.

Richard picked the knife up and swung it at her again, he missed but he managed to get up onto his knees. He punched Olivia right across the face, her lip burst open, and she fell flat into the worktop. She didn't have the energy to push herself up.

Richard turned her over so she was facing him. He leant forward and kissed her hard on her bruised and bloodied lips. She tried to push him away but it didn't work, he moved his mouth down to her neck, he kissed her then sunk his teeth into her skin. She screamed in pain and tried desperately to push him off her.

He stood up straight, he licked the blood off his lips, god she wanted be sick so bad.

"Goodbye Olivia!" Richard swung the knife up into the air. Olivia closed her eyes tight and looked away, there was no way she was going to watch him kill her, and she had no more strength to do anything about it.

BANG!

Olivia opened her eyes and swung her head round in the doorway stood Elliot pointing his gun at Richard who fell to the floor holding his shoulder. Olivia looked at Elliot, he finally lowered his gun. Two officers marched in and pulled Richard up, dragging him out of the room.

Olivia looked at the pool of blood he had left on her floor. She fell forward, shaking so violently she thought she was going to fall flat on her face. Elliot gently placed his arms around her and steadied her. "It's okay I got you. You're safe. I've got you" He held her close, but he didn't want to squeeze her as hard as he did in case he hurt her.

She looked like she'd been used as a piñata. Fin, Munch and Cragen looked at her too. They could see blood all around the apartment. Although that was a bad sight, the sight of Olivia was worse. She was covered head to toe in blood and bruises.

Munch had to look away he couldn't stand it. Her blonde hair was soaked with blood she had bruises he had seen too many times on the victims he dealt with every day.

"I'll call a bus for you Olivia." Munch said as he walked out.

Olivia looked at her hand it was covered with blood from her stomach. She had to gag, she'd never been a fan of blood, she'd seen too much of it to get used to. "Here." Elliot picked up a dishcloth and placed it onto her stomach. Applying pressure, she flinched with the pain. "I'm sorry."

Fin looked at Munch who was stood in the hallway, talking to the phone operator. He too had noticed the state of Olivia and he too knew all to well what Richards main objective when it came to Olivia, would have been.

"I'll call CSU, get em' here to start collecting evidence." He started to walk out, but had to stop himself. "I'm glad you're okay Olivia." He knew it may have been a bit premature, she wasn't going to get over this over night, but at least she was alive to tell the tale.

He walked out then. "I'll leave you two alone." Cragen said as he looked at Olivia, her robe had been slashed and ripped and barley covered her now, he knew she wouldn't want anyone to see her like that.

As the room went quiet, it went awkward. Elliot wanted to talk to her but he didn't know what to say, he knew how to handle vic's but not vic's that were Olivia, his partner, his best friend, his…now wasn't the time for that.

"Say something please El?"

"I'm sorry!" He said again it was all he could think of too say, and he meant it in so many ways.

She turned to face him and threw herself into his arms, crying. He placed them slightly tighter around her. He rested his head gently against hers. "I'm here now. I'm not going to let anyone else hurt you, I promise Liv."

- - - - - -

Olivia sat on her hospital bed, she was looking around. The curtains were closed but it beat looking down and seeing the bandages around her limbs and the IV's she was hooked up to.

Suddenly the curtain opened. She looked over, jumping half scared that it might be Richard. It wasn't it was Elliot, who was let in by a nurse, who then walked off and left them alone.

There was a silence. Olivia sighed hoping it might prompt him to say something. Still silent, she could practically feel Elliot's eyes looking at her cuts and bruises, her stitches, her bandages. "I know I look like a multi-coloured balloon.

"You look beautiful Liv." He meant it, every word. She looked beautiful no matter what to him.

"Yea right!" She didn't want him to look at her if she was honest.

"The nurse told me you need to be in over night. She also told me about the SAE kit. She told me a lot before I was able to explain that I was your working partner, not your partner…"

Olivia had to laugh. "I tried to fight him off Elliot I swear to god. I never thought I'd be a victim." She started to cry, she felt like she could in front of him, no matter how much she didn't want to.

Elliot climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his chest, she continued to cry for a moment. "I know you didn't Liv. I saw Richard when they pulled him out, he was pretty beaten up and I know you would never have just given up." He kissed her on the head she stopped and looked at him. He looked at her for a moment and she looked at him.

There was silence again but this time it wasn't so awkward. He started to move closer to her, she did the same, their lips touched, barley. "I did give up Elliot."

Elliot moved away from her. For a second Olivia kept her eyes closed as she realised what she had just said. Elliot looked at her, for a moment he couldn't recognise the person he saw in them big, brown eyes. He got up off the bed. "Elliot…" Elliot shook his head then opened the curtain and walked out. "Elliot..!" Elliot brushed his hand over his head as if to brush away what he had just heard.

He just kept walking though, leaving Olivia behind, confused.

- - - - - -

As Elliot stepped into the house, Kathy came down the stairs holding two bags and threw them onto the floor in front of him. "What the hell is this Kathy." Elliot asked, sounding exhausted.

"Your things. You're leaving."

"Why?" He said following her through into the kitchen.

"Because I can't be second best to you anymore, me and the kids we've had enough of it. When was the last time you were home on time to put the kids to bed, or help them with homework, or sit and talk to me Elliot?" Kathy asked her eyes filled with tears.

"I work to keep us in this house Kathy?" Elliot said raising his voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me Elliot I'm the one who's pissed!"

"Why, because you never make mistakes right?"

"This isn't about making mistakes Elliot, it's about priorities and the fact that we, your family, are last on your list. It's your job, oh and Olivia." Kathy said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Don't you talk about her!" He shouted loud enough to shock her.

"Your precious Olivia, yeah can't bad mouth her can we?" Kathy said bluntly.

"She was beaten and raped all last night and up till about 4hours ago when we finally got to her." Elliot said, shocking her again.

"Is she okay?" Kathy asked, sounding genuine.

"What do you care?" He said as he walked out, picking up his bags as he got to the front door and letting it slam shut behind him.

- - - - - -

Olivia raised her hand up to the nurse who was following her in an attempt to say 'stop following me' "Miss you really can't go, you need to stay over night for observation. Miss…" Olivia just kept walking away from her. "I'm fine."

- - - - - -

Olivia was scrubbing the kitchen cupboards trying to remove all the blood, hers and Richards. She was in pain granted but it was better to work though it and not have her apartment reminding her of what had happened here.

She had scrubbed most of the walls, and the floors. Everything was starting to look more normal. She'd scrubbed the couch as well as placed a cover over it to hide the blood stains that wouldn't come out.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She ignored it and carried on scrubbing what was the last smudge of blood.

"Olivia its Elliot…Can I come in?" She finished what she was doing and walked over to the door. She stood there for a moment. She looked down at herself, she was wearing a baggy hooded jacket and a pair of sweats, her arm was cast and in a blue sling. She wasn't letting him in, not while she was looking like some sick dog that needed watching. "What do you want Elliot?"

"Can we talk?" He was stood in the hallway and he could see all the bags of rubbish, the frame of what remained of a coffee table was also in the pile. One of Olivia's neighbours had offered to dump it all for her in the morning, not that Elliot knew that.

"Olivia please? Just open the door let me talk to you, you shouldn't be alone tonight."

Olivia just looked at the door, she felt like she could look right through it and see into his eyes. She wanted to because she knew they would be full of pain like her own. But she couldn't he had just left her in the hospital, when she had needed him most, and know he wanted to talk to her… Was he purposely trying to confuse her?

"Olivia please…" He slammed his fists against the door, knowing it was a mistake the second he did it.

"Go home Elliot." He heard her shout it, it made him laugh. 'What home?' "Olivia I am sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you needed me." He rested his head against the door little did he know she was doing the exact same thing, if the door hadn't been there they would have been touching.

Olivia stood there all she could do was cry. She turned away and walked over to the bathroom, the bath was full of steaming bubbly water. She sat on the edge of the bath she knew he was still outside her door.

"I'm sorry Olivia I really am, for everything. I'll be right outside your apartment in my car if you need me, just call me." She knew then that he was gone, she let herself cry, this time she slumped onto the floor, and she let her emotions come out.

TBC

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