A.N: I was so happy with the amount of reviews last chapter that I decided to update quicker. I hope I get that many reviews again. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: Only own Dylan, Gianni and the young officer.
Olivia regained consciousness some time later, not knowing how long she'd been out for or what she was. She looked around her surroundings, groggily, trying to establish where she was lying. It appeared to be an old bedroom, painted an old, peeling, off white colour.
"Dylan?!" She called out, faintly, needing to see her son.
"Mommy!" Came a soft reply.
She heard her son's voice. It was like music to her ears. Her sweet baby boy.
She looked to her left toward the bedroom door. She saw Gianni and Dylan standing there. Dylan was standing in front of his biological father with his big hands clutching the little boy's shoulders.
"Give me my son," she begged with the hint of tears, that she was trying to hold back.
Gianni let go of his son's shoulders, very slowly. "Go on. Don't do anything stupid," he warned the two of them.
He grabbed the door handle and opened it. "I'll be back real soon," he alerted them before walking out, locking the door behind him, so they couldn't escape.
Dylan climbed on to the bed and in to his mother's welcoming, loving arms. "Mommy," he cried.
Olivia pulled back a little and looked her son over, checking for any signs of abuse. Cuts, scratches, bruises, burns, fresh red marks. The mother was relieved to find none of the sort, thankfully.
She pulled him close again and kissed the crown of his head. "Oh my baby boy. Did he hurt you?"
Dylan shook his head and mumbled in to the curve of his mommy's neck. "No, Mommy. I'm ok.....I'm so scared, Mommy."
Olivia rubbed soothing circles on her son's back, never wanting to let go. "I know, buddy. I know. It's going to be ok. Daddy will find us real soon."
"The man say that he my daddy. Is that true?" Dylan asked, looking up at his mother with sadness, fear and confusion in his little brown eyes.
Olivia sighed sadly. "I'm afraid so, buddy. But your daddy....the one that he has been there for you. He saved me. Saved us, sweetheart. You were six months old at our wedding. I carried you down the aisle," she told him.
Dylan didn't know what to say, so he just cried in his mother's arm. His head was buried in the curve of her neck. In an attempt to hide.
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Back at T.A.R.U. Elliot and Alex were waiting on the results of his wife's whereabouts from Olivia's cell phone signal. Stabler was extremely worried about the brunette and her son. Their son. He knew what the man was capable of. He knew that his wife would not be able to handle it all over again. He knew the pain that her ex fiance had caused her. How scared she'd been for the first seven months of her pregnancy with Dylan. When they had to hide for safety. When Gianni's brother Antonio had found them in that secluded house.
All of a sudden, he heard Alex cheering a little in relief and happiness but neither of them would be fully relieved until they got Olivia and Dylan back safely.
"Where is she?" He asked, looking back at the computer screen.
"A house on 118th street," Alex read off the computer screen. "Let's bring them home safely."
Elliot nodded and grabbed out his cell phone from his jeans pocket as the two of them rushed out of the place, heading for the detective car parked on the side of the road.
The blue eyed detective chucked the cell phone to the former prosecutor, now a private attorney, before jumping in to the driver's seat.
Alex caught it skillfully and quickly got in to the passenger seat closing the door behind her and Elliot put the key in the car's ignition.
"Call Fin and tell him that we need back up. Now," the detective ordered the blonde as he quickly pulled in to the busy traffic.
He put the siren on and sped off. Alex was pushed back in to the seat, usually occupied by Benson, due to the gravity. She had to hold on to the door handle with one hand and call Fin with the other. Elliot was driving recklessly. He had to get to his wife and son. No matter how he looked at it, Dylan James Benson-Stabler was not his biological son. Just his step-son, whom he adopted as his own. The son he raised without worrying about genetics. He was just still hurt by Olivia saying her son, not their son, even though she had added it after catching Elliot's hurt.
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Olivia had almost fallen asleep along with her son in her arms, when she was startled back in to the land of awakeness, back in to reality, by police sirens. Lots of them. Getting closer.
She closed her eyes and sighed in relief. "Daddy's coming to save us, my sweet boy. Daddy's coming. My knight in shining armour," she murmured in a soft whisper to her sleeping son.
A lock being unclicked and the booting of the door woke Dylan and caused Olivia's eyes to shoot open in absolute terrified fear.
Gianni had heard the sirens and he was beyong infuriated. There was an angry fire in his eyes, which even scared the shit out of Olivia, she could only imagine how scared Dylan was but she could easily guess by her son's shaking. She then felt a wetness on her pants. Her son had wet himself in fear.
She rubbed his back and kissed his head. "It will be ok, baby," the mother whispered, soothingly.
Gianni approached them and pulled his ex fiancee up by her forearm, with their son still in her arms. "Get up! We have to get out of here!" He commanded in a frantic snarl.
Olivia tried to resist. "No! Let us go! You're scaring our son!"
She hated saying our son because she saw Elliot as his father. He'd been there for them since day one.
"We're going to be a family, so you both better get used to it!"
"I'm married and I also have a daughter. I'm not leaving them!"
Gianni frantically pulled the brunette by the slender arm as she continued to hold her son, even though his six year old body was getting a little heavy for her.
They could hear the police sirens dramatically increasing in volume. Olivia continued to fight him as the fellow officers got closer. Closer to saving her and her young child. She was certain that her husband was among them. Even though he was angry at her, he wouldn't abandon her. Stop loving her, caring about her.
"Come on, you stubborn bitch!" Gianni yelled and tugged on her arm, almost caused her to drop her son from the force, but she kept the grip on Dylan strong and tight.
Olivia had managed to fight against her and her son's kidnapper long and hard enough that by the time they got to the living room, the front door was smashed open with a special black pole, followed by a familiar yell.
Her husband. Music to her ears. A sigh of relief.
"NYPD. Let go of my wife and son and your hands up, Gianni," Elliot ordered with his gun raised and aimed at him, along with at least six other officers. Five uniforms and Fin.
Gianni tightened his grip on Olivia, using her as a human shield to protect himself. "No! Put down the fucking guns! I'll shoot her and the boy too!"
"Let Dylan go, Gianni. Please. You don't want our son hurt," Olivia cried.
Gianni growled. "Fine, let him go. Now! Hurry up, Olivia!"
Olivia put Dylan down on the floor. "Baby, go to Daddy. Run, baby."
Dylan ran to Elliot and the detective quickly grabbed him. He gave him a quick, tight hug and passed him to a young female officer.
"Take him to the paramedics, to be checked out."
"Yes, sir," Officer Anita Sparks said and rushed out.
"Now let go of my wife!" Elliot ordered, put his gun down and took a couple steps closer to him, hoping that the man wouldn't notice.
"Get back!" Gianni yelled.
"El!" Olivia cried, trying to get him to step back.
Elliot put his hands up in surrender, anything to get him to release his wife, but didn't move forward again or back.
BANG. BANG.
