A/N: I am really sorry for the delay on updating my stories, especially this one. I've been enjoying the outdoors :) Please drop a review and tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!


April 14

Elliot nearly had a heart attack when the door swung open. He was expecting a crazed psycho killer in a mask at this point, but instead there stood only a young kid. He looked as if he was barely 20, but his youthful, bright green eyes made him look even younger.

"How may I help you?," the boy asked in a low tone. There was something about his voice that was strange, yet Elliot couldn't quite put his finger of it.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, I know it's late, but I was wondering if I could use your phone. I'm Detective Stabler with the NYPD. I was with my partner and we were on our way to the airport when our car broke down and she hit her head," Elliot explained hurriedly, hoping with his whole heart that this rickety, old house had a phone. "I'm almost positive she has a concussion. She's shaky and has a fever and can barely focus her eyes. She really needs an ambulance."

The boy didn't respond for several moments, his eyes remained locked, staring blankly into Elliot's as if he were physically looking into his mind, taking it apart bit by bit.

"I'm sorry, Detective. There is no phone here." His tone was as bizarre as his stare had been, empty of emotion.

But God dammit, why was there no phone here? He was from the East so he wasn't sure how secluded Westerners did things, but seriously? Phones were a necessity.

"Is there a car that I could drive her to the hospital in?," Elliot asked, panic rising as he realized his options were slimming.

"Those cars out there don't work."

Elliot wanted to shout in anger, at Cragen, at Samuel Frank, at everyone and anyone that had been involved in flying the two of them out here. Shit, they could be in the bullpen right now, working on some boring paperwork rather than be stuck out in the middle of the desert.

"I may be able to help though." His tone had changed. Now it was no longer mechanical and slightly freaky; he sounded eager, excited, helpful. Elliot's mind flashed to images of women he'd interviewed over the years that stated the men that had raped and tortured them had been so kind, had offered to help them carry their groceries to their car. Then they changed when they were alone and vulnerable.

He wanted to hit himself for letting his train of thought wander there. This kid was going to try and help his partner survive. Elliot couldn't criticize or question the authenticity of his words, he could only accept the help the boy was offering.

"Do you have medical training or…?," Elliot trailed off, waiting for some sort of elaboration from him. A hint of a smile smirk played at the boy's lips, though Elliot had no idea what was so funny, not when he was sure there was fear clearly plastered on his own face.

"Not at all, but my mother…" He swallowed and paused, seeming to contemplate the thought before continuing. "Was skilled in that area."

"Please call me, Harvey, Harvey Bates. I'll unlock a room for you and your partner right away, don't worry about the charge." Harvey walked out of the house and closed the door behind him with a loud snap.

"Was that your mother up there?," Elliot wondered aloud, pointing up to the upper floor of the house where he had seen the silhouette of the woman only minutes before.

"Oh no, my mother's dead. I live alone." Elliot furrowed his brow. He was certain he had seen a woman in that window. It was puzzling, but soon the topic quickly vanished from Elliot's mind. His mind began to wander to Olivia.

The rest of the walk down to the motel was in silence for Elliot could only think about how hot and clammy she had been, how she could barely stand up, how her life might be in danger because of how hurt she was.

What Elliot didn't know was both of their lives were in danger….

for a completely different reason.


Olivia's head lolled onto her shoulder as she tried to steady the rocking motion that she could only feel. She knew she had a concussion. Of course she'd had her share of them, but this one was probably the worst she had ever had. Even if she moved the slightest bit, she would see stars, her stomach would turn into a knot, and her whole body would trembled. It was even more terrifying because she was alone and she knew, though she didn't want to admit it, that she could fall asleep and never wake up at any time.

And she never felt more grateful in her life when she heard the door to the office squeak open. Olivia recognized Elliot's voice immediately saying something she couldn't quite make out.

The next thing she knew, a strong arm was around her waist, pulling her up from the chair before she could even realize what was happening. For the next couple of minutes, they were walking, or at least Elliot was walking, supporting most of her weight as she tried as best as she could to show some independence and move her legs around in a motion she thought might resemble walking.

Olivia knew it was him holding her. Not only could she feel the rippling muscles on his arms, but his hands…. his hands she'd touched and felt more times than either one of them would admit were gripping her waist like it was a lifeline.

Then she was being lowered on something soft, and cushiony, a bed. Elliot's warm hands cupped hers, assuring her of his presence. Relief swelled in her mind that she was finally comfy and Elliot wasn't leaving her, but she still couldn't help but wonder if he had indeed been able to reach an ambulance.

As if to answer her prayers, his voice swept over her, more clearly now than before.

"Liv, you're going to be okay." He squeezed her hand tightly. Then Olivia felt herself slowly slipping into blackness.

"Alright well she's asleep," Harvey stated with a sigh. Elliot looked up at him, a confused expression on his face.

"Isn't that bad that she's asleep?," He questioned. Harvey looked up at him, a small, innocent smile playing at his lips. It creeped Elliot out, not so much the sinister smile, but the way he wasn't even looking at Elliot. Harvey's eyes remained locked on Olivia's unresponsive body, raking up and down her silhouette as if stalking his next prey to mount in the office.

When they had first taken Olivia to the room, Harvey's mouth had been gaping like a 12 year old boy seeing porn for the first time. Not only was he immensely fascinated, but he looked like he wanted to bang her.

And fuck if Olivia's life wasn't in danger, not only would Elliot flip absolute shit on this kid, he would beat him to pulp. He got enough of these freaks in New York, why here? But he had to hold out until they were ready to go on there way, which would be God knows when. Until then he had to remain calm, cool, and collected. The last thing he wanted was to lose the only place Olivia was comfortable.

"No. You'll just have to wake her up every quarter of an hour so she doesn't go in too deep of a sleep," Harvey said, diverting his attention back to Elliot. He strode across the room towards where the bathroom was and after a moment he came back out with a wet washcloth in his hand.

"We have to cleanse the wound first, of course." Harvey knelt down beside Olivia next to Elliot and he bit back the urge to bark at him to give him the cloth. Once more, his explorative eyes began to wander over her body before the damp cloth even touched her skin.

"You know, Harvey," Elliot mumbled in a low voice so that Harvey could not hear his anger, "I think I can take care of it." Immediately his green eyes snapped up to meet Elliot's clear blues. He seemed surprised. A moment later he smiled, all signs of shock gone.

"Of course." Harvey handed the washcloth to Elliot. "Now, like I said wake her up every fifteen minutes and give her some water when she does. I'll wait until she sobers up to give her any Advil because she's going to have a massive headache. Also ask her questions; the usual date, time, names. It'll help us know how severe it is. Keep her head flat and cool her forehead with a wet washcloth for the fever." Elliot nodded and gently focused his attention back on the unconscious detective on the bed in front of him, gently dapping the washcloth on the bash.

Olivia looked so peaceful, so relaxed when she slept. It was a huge change from what he was used to looking at. His uptight, rigid, guarded partner was gone, and now only Olivia remained. It was something he rarely, if ever, got to see.

"Detective Stabler, if you will excuse me, I must get back to tending to my mother. If you would need anything at all please do come up." Elliot couldn't help but notice he seemed half sincere.

"Of course," Elliot responded. "I have one more question; do you have any idea how we can get out of here?" It had been nagging him from the beginning and it scared him even more that he couldn't come up with a reasonable solution.

Harvey shook his head, with a half smile playing at his lips.

And then he was gone.


April 15

3 A.M.

Elliot groaned as he pulled himself out of the uncomfortable chair he'd been collapsed in for the past 3 hours once Olivia's fever had gone down. Every fifteen minutes he would moan, groan, and bitch to himself about how fucked up his life was before shaking Olivia delicately awake only to be cursed at, or stared at angrily before she fell back asleep.

It was cute he had to admit it and it still wasn't getting old, seeing his partner's eyes snap open, yet it was beginning to scare him how easily she would become unconscious again.

Once more he nudged Olivia's arm and muttered for her to get up. He got her shifting onto her side, facing away from him in response and a muffled phrase.

"Liv, come on you have to wake up for a few minutes," He murmured, letting his hands brush along her arms. Elliot pulled away quickly. Good God, he was only asking to be labeled as one of those men who felt up a woman while she was asleep. Though he would enjoy feeling Olivia up, so long as she was awake.

"Liv," He groaned, "you're really not making this easy for either one of us."

"Fuck, Elliot!," Olivia's voice was surprisingly strong for someone who was still half asleep. "I'm awake, so shut up." Not entirely satisfied with the way she was still laying down, he decided to tease her a little. He liked nothing more than to have Liv riled up.

"I don't think so. Stand up and prove it." Olivia let out a frustrated, angry moan and he swore it was one of the sexiest things he had ever heard. Elliot was just about to say something else to her to distract himself, but she dragged herself out of bed and stood before him with her hands on her hips and her brown eyes sleepily gazing at him.

"Happy?" Elliot grinned and took a step closer to her. He was invading her personal space, he knew that much, but his good sense of mind had vanished the moment she had stood up in a huff. He could only handle so much of this woman.

"Very," He murmured. Olivia's eyes seemed to darken visibly in front of him.

"El," She began, her eyes wincing in pain as she reached up and started to massage her temples, "Do you have any advil?" Elliot chuckled, than stopped abruptly. It was a reasonable question, but now he had to go back up to the house, ask Harvey for the medication, and risk having Harvey come down here and insist he take care of Olivia.

He moaned and sunk down onto the mattress.

"What?," Olivia asked concern flooding her voice. She sat down next to him and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Elliot, what the fuck is going on?"

He wanted to explain everything in a rush to her; Harvey, how he looked at her, that there was absolutely no way either one of them were getting out of there, how beautiful she was.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.

And as he walked out of the room, assuring Olivia that he would be right back with it, Elliot never thought that telling her exactly what he thought might be the key to saving her life.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"-Ghostface, Scream


A/N: I usually don't put ending notes, but I felt bad for making a little cliffhanger there. :P Don't worry Olivia does live, but there are a lot more twists and turns to come ;)