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Chapter 7- A Tucker Tale

16 Precinct

It was hard looking at him. It was utterly difficult to just glance at him while they worked. He had kissed her. Not only had he kissed her, but she had allowed him to, and had eagerly pushed and yearned for him to take it deeper.

Still she had no idea why he had done that. Maybe she did. Maybe she wanted her imagination to run rampant with the ideas now floating around in her head. It kept returning, however; the knowledge that she really already knew what had transpired earlier in her apartment.

Elliot had caved. After twelve long years of being her partner, he could no longer just step back and watch as someone else pretended to love her. He loved her. She knew that. It was in everything he did. The way he protected her, the way he ran off most of her dates, the way he constantly overshadowed her, was the only way he could speak the words to her. He could no longer hide behind the forbidden vow they both took as partners.

How was she suppose to stand behind that vow now? It's not that she wanted to either, but admitting to Elliot that she truly loved him also would cost a price neither wanted to pay. She was certain of that. She had wait so long to hear those words, to feel those lips, Olivia knew she had not the strength to turn from it.

As her shift came to an end, she slipped out unknowingly to Elliot. She needed to be alone. She needed to think. Right now she had a use for that bottle of deep red Merlot she had in her fridge.

Benson Residence

It was a new high to be thinking of something different these days, other than Ed Tucker. Elliot had shoved her thoughts of him so far in the recesses of her mind, Olivia had almost forgotten of her superior.

That was before his call, before she had finished her second glass of wine.

"I want you again." He never uttered a greeting. Ed Tucker came to the point quickly, showing his authority over her as often as he could.

"Look I gave you my lunch hour," she felt a sudden ache in her forehead and across her temples. She had already known what he wanted when she recognized the number, but did not dare to not answer him.

"Olivia I think we need to have a little heart to heart also. Get over here," he firmly stated before she heard nothing, knowing he had already ended the call.

Olivia sat her almost empty glass on her nightstand. She pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around her knees. She felt like crying, but the tears wouldn't come. It was guilt. That was the only emotion that pounded inside of her. And she knew why.

She slipped off her bed, stripping herself naked. Time was ticking, and Ed Tucker did not like to be kept waiting. That much she had learned the hard way.

Figuring that her clothing was not an issue, she pulled on the first pair of jeans she could find and a tee. He never cared about her clothing, just getting her naked, often ripping her underclothes to do it.

Feeling the bruises from earlier, she tried to hurry. She wasn't much on making herself up for him, just making sure she was clean. Although that was more for herself than for him.

Fleeing her apartment and building, Olivia caught the first cab and headed uptown.

Ed Tucker's Residence

Forty minutes later, Olivia found herself being stripped by Tucker. He had rushed to remove her outer layers, throwing them across his bedroom and out into the hallway.

"Tell me Olivia, do you remember our agreement?" Roughly he pulled at the front of her bra, ripping the hooks and eyes at the back that held it together. It fell to her feet.

"Of course," she answered as she watched it pool around her bare feet.

"I was wandering," he almost hummed as he made a wide arc with his arm and slapped her breast, his hand landing a heavy blow to one and skimming the other. She flinched, but held her ground. "Since you have taken to having quite a mouth on you lately…"

Her breast began to throb. It wasn't the worst pain she'd ever been in, but certainly it was the hardest she'd ever been hit there.

"What, nothing to say now?" He had that smirk she saw often. The one that says 'I'm in charge, you do what I say and I enjoy this very much', all at the same time.

He leaned forward and bit down on her protruding nipple, from the same breast that he had just targeted. Rising to her tiptoes, she held his head involuntarily. His teeth were sinking, slowly, and the "Oh, God" that came from her lips was not due to desire.

He tasted blood. It wasn't the first time he drew blood, but somehow coming from her nipple it seemed more erotic for him. He wished he had discovered that bit much sooner.

A whimper came from her, and Ed pulled back, his bottom lip smeared with red. "Please," Olivia sounded broken. "Please, no more."

"I have some news for you." He took two steps over to his dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a clear bag and a pocket knife. She knew what the knife was for. It was especially for her, he had told her. He always used it to cut off her panties. The same one, every time.

The bag was new. As he motioned for her to sit beside him on his bed, he pulled out a disk. "Know what this is, love?" He smiled as he looked at her. "This is security, for me.," he answered himself before she could say anything. "This disk contains recordings of your partner," he spoke, stressing the word 'partner'.

Her eyes grew wide, and her face expressed worry. Olivia had no idea what was on that disk, though if Ed Tucker had it, there was no way it could be good. He had something against Elliot. "How…"

"I planted a few bugs…and listened. I had to piece a few things together, but the outcome is just grand." He should have received an award, he thought to himself.

Dumbstruck, Olivia could only stare at the disk. She knew Elliot, and there was no way Tucker could have gotten anything solid from Elliot's mouth. So she knew Tucker was telling her the truth, he had pieced together some of Elliot's words. God only knew what that disk would reveal.

Placing the disk back, Ed Tucker returned to the business at hand. The knife opened and knowing she had lost not only the game, but the whole series, Olivia leaned back, allowing him to slice open the thin silky material that had been the only covering left on her body.

He traced the tip of the knife up and down her now exposed lips. It left a faint white line that quickly turned red.

"Get up. On your knees."

She turned over, slowly rising to his intended position. She felt his knife, but was to the point where she no longer cared what he did to her.

Taking two steps back, Ed nodded to himself. "Baby, you have entirely too much brains to have an ass like that." The whistle was long and low. "I bet that partner of yours likes to look at it, huh?" It wasn't really a question, just words meant to push her. He liked doing that.

"I guess."

He traced the bruises from earlier that day down the side of her thigh. That must have been when he banged her up against the small table in the hotel room. He loved watching her dance across the room, never knowing where she'd land.

"Hold still." Ed Tucker pushed on the bottom of her back, helping to keep her still. He really couldn't hurt her too badly, it would ruin his fun. He took the knife, still unfolded and slipped it inside her. He knew it wasn't that sharp, but a slow trickle of bright red blood began to stream down between her lips. "Hold real still, Olivia."

The cold from the steel shocked her. He had never done this before. He was getting bolder. Before she was only covered with bruises and welts, but now he had no problem drawing blood. It was only a matter of time before he let her bleed freely, to the point of holding her life in his hands. She swallowed hard, feeling her body wanting to shake with fear.

Blood. Tucker. Elliot. Kiss. Family. Partner. Bruises. Pension. Love. These words swirled like a slow moving tornado inside of her head. She was lost in the feeling of Ed's dick sticking in her mouth, and a faint cool line where her own blood had made it's way down the inside of her thigh to the bed underneath.

He had dropped the knife to the floor after removing it, though she had no idea. Her face was being slammed into his body as he pumped himself down into the back of her throat.

Her mouth. The same one her partner had kissed earlier, just before professing his love to her.

The same one Harris had come so close to taking.

The same one Tucker has taken on so many more occasions she could never count.

Tucker hurt her.

Harris had hurt her.

Elliot. Elliot would never hurt her. Though she'd never be able to give herself to him now, not after her defilement, he had showed her that she was worthy of something more. Something she had never had. Respect maybe, or just a little consideration would be enough.

She wasn't getting it from Tucker.

He held her head tightly in his hands, jerking and moaning as he pumped himself empty deep in the back of her mouth. She swore to herself that would be the last time. She'd never allow herself that shame again.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" She managed to ask after she had swallowed and cleared her throat to the point where she could breathe freely again.

"Oh, you know I did." Ed ran his hand through her long strands as he pulled away "Baby your mouth is so damn hot. I really don't know which I love more, your mouth or your ass." He slapped her right cheek hard. "You can get up, get dressed. I'm tired. I promise I'll fuck that ass next time," he added, like she would really care.

She felt like she had a new lease on life. It seemed like her thinking was now cloud-free, and clearer than any sunny day. She knew what she wanted, and what had to happen. Saying 'no' would come as easy to her as reciting Miranda rights to someone. Though Ed Tucker had left permanent scars on her body, and maybe even inside as well, he would never again be able to touch her so intimately. That much she promised herself.

As she got up, trying not to smear so much of her blood on his bed, Olivia's foot landed on the knife Ed had dropped. She smiled to herself, knowing what it was from the cold metal that hit the bottom of her foot. Glancing at him as his back was turned, pulling on his clothing, Olivia quickly reached for it.

Holding it tightly, she took the six or seven steps towards him. This was how it had to end. This was the only way. She'd sacrifice herself for Elliot, all the while saving a little of her soul.

Cutting flesh deep was harder than she expected. The knife ran smoothly though, right across his throat. She couldn't see his face, had no desire to either. She had seen enough.

As she turned, Olivia heard him fall heavily on the wooden floor. She wouldn't look. She just wanted to leave. However far she went, Olivia knew well that she would be in this room when CSU investigated. It would be her undoing. It would be soon enough.