Love and Danger
A/N- So this chapter is going to be a little short, but I am trying the best I can. Characters belong to Dick Wolf.
Chapter 4
Everyone in the office stared at the note, nobody having any clue what to do next. Finally Cragen spoke up. "Benson, I want you to take a few days off" he said, wanting what was safest for the detective he considered a daughter. He held up his hand before she could object. "And before you say anything, I'm not taking no for an answer. I will suspend your ass if I have to. Do I make myself clear?" he asked with a stern look on his face.
Olivia looked at Elliot, trying to get him to help her out, but he just continued to stare at the note. Realizing Elliot wasn't going to support her, she finally gave in. "Fine! Whatever." She said before turning and stalking out the door. She made a beeline for the elevator, she headed out the back way, knowing Elliot would come after her sooner than later. She was furious as him. How could he have not stood up for her? Was his ego that big or was he just being stupid and overprotective? Olivia asked herself these questions before pushing out the back door of the precinct. She realized she didn't want to go home. Turning on her heel, she made a beeline for the nearest bar. "I sure as hell deserve a drink" she told herself.
Elliot watched as she walked out of the bullpen, knowing he had just screwed up. He looked from the captain to Haung, hoping to find someone who could help him out. Finally Cragen gestured towards the door, letting Elliot know he could go after her. Elliot ran to the elevator and climbed in, heading to his car. He jumped in, taking off and speeding of towards her apartment. He parked on the curb haphazardly, not caring at the moment if the car got towed. He sprinted to the door, and pressed various buzzers until someone finally got annoyed enough to let him in. He sprinted up the stairs to her apartment and banged on the door.
"Liv? Liv, are you ok? Liv, let me in." he pleaded, putting his ear to the door, listening for any sound indicating she was home. When he heard nothing, he figured she was ignoring him like usual. "Liv," he said, taking on a stern tone, "If you don't open this door in three seconds, I am using my key to let myself in. One… Two…Three!" Elliot put the key in the lock and opened the door. Noticing that she wasn't on the couch like she normally was. He went room to room throughout her apartment, and finally came to the conclusion that she wasn't home. He pulled out his cell as he headed out of her apartment, locking the door behind him. He entered the number and hit call, waiting for the person to answer.
"Cragen." He heard his captain say through the speaker.
"Cap, its Elliot. We have a problem. Liv didn't come home."
Meanwhile at the bar, Liv stared at her third beer. She had already drank two, and was beginning to feel a little tipsy. She had ordered the third beer, but had not opened it. Images of her mother had begun to flash back to her. Finally giving up on her drink, she paid her tab and headed to her apartment.
When she reached her apartment, she sighed. It was just another lonely night. "Alone." Olivia whispered to herself. Pushing her door open, she immediately felt a hand clamp over her mouth. Before she even had time to process what was happening, she felt her head slamming into the wall over and over again. At one point, she felt her brain bouncing against her skull. Finally, her attacker let her drop to the floor. She watched him through the dark as he ransacked her apartment, pulling out drawers and scattering her clothes, and pulling her photos of the wall and table, sending them crashing to the floor. She turned her head to look at her door, praying that by some miracle, Elliot would burst through and save her. Olivia knew she was injured. She could feel the blood pouring down her face like a bloody waterfall, and her limbs rendered useless. She heard a noise and turned her head just in time to see her attacker come over to her and kneel down. She noted that he was wearing a ski mask and sunglasses, not allowing her to see an inch of his skin. She felt him lift her up into his arms. "No, let me go!" she pleaded softly, not having the strength to fight him off.
Her attacker looked down at her and laughed. "As you wish my darling." He said, before throwing her through the glass doors that lead to hear balcony like she was a rag doll. The last thing Olivia saw as she slipped into the darkness, was her attacker pulling off a ski mask to reveal a familiar face. She tried to speak but it hurt too much. Olivia let her body relax and slipped away into unconsciousness.