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Once again: I don't own anything related to this great show LO:SVU. I just like to mess with the wonderful characters Mr. Wolf has created. Thanks for all the Law and Orders.
A/N: Hey, iluvstabler, are you crazy? His kids are upstairs! You can't shoot at the perps, the others would kill the kids. :-)
BTW… it's my grandma's birthday today (means big family meeting…), and I managed to update - two reasons for celebration. Well, it would be daring to expect 86 reviews, but how about 6 - 8... :-) :-) :-)
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Queens
Barry reacted at once. He let go, but only to let Elliot make one step forward, so that he was now behind him. Then he pushed his right arm beneath Elliot's right shoulder, forcing the arm upwards as he hooked around it to grab with the same hand the back of the detective's neck.
Elliot flinched but he could not get away from this clasp. Barry spun him around, pushing him back to the bathroom.
"Do you apologize?"
Into the toilet Elliot saw the remains of his mishap and his stomach threatened to turn again. He choked and could not get any word out.
"You forgot to flush," Barry snarled, as he also got hold of Elliot's left arm, shoved him over the toilet and forced him down.
As much as Elliot reared, he had no chance. His knees hit the ground and his head dove into the basin. The grip on his left arm vanished, but he was cramped by Barry's legs, so that he still could not move. No, he thought, but gave no sound. The sharp smell of fresh vomit got in his nose. Then the button was pressed and water shot over his head, filling the basin.
Under his mask Barry breathed heavily with rage. He could not allow the detective to be rebellious. Behavior like that could not be tolerated. A satisfied grin touched his lips when he felt Elliot buck and struggle.
xxx
At least they untied the ropes, Kathy thought. Together with Kathleen and the twins she sat in Dickie's room. While she occupied the chair at her son's desk, the three kids were on the floor, playing monopoly. It was not a happy circle. They were playing just to make the time pass.
Her view wandered from her children outside of the window. The street was deserted. Most of the neighbors used the bright sunny day for sports, visits at friends or - as they had planned - to make a field trip. Lizzie had complained. She wanted to go see the snow leopard.
Kathy's heart ached when she remembered this moment. The next Lizzie clung to her waist, afraid of the men who held them prisoner.
Still, Kathy stared out of the window. She had watched the McKinseys leave for a barbecue, the Johnsons packed a rubber dinghy into the trunk of their car and Sullivans were gone since the late Friday afternoon.
She sighed. No one had told her what they wanted. All she knew was that Elliot was downstairs with them, alone. She could imagine that these men blackmailed him by threatening herself or even the kids. What could it be that they wanted so desperately that they took all of them hostage?
Her stomach rumbled. The sandwiches one of the men gave them for lunch seemed to dance rock 'n roll inside of her.
She looked at the clock on the desk. When would she be back? Would she call first or would one of Sheila's parents drive her home?
Kathy heard water rush in the pipes.
"That's my street!" Dickie complained. "You have to pay, Liz."
At least the kids seemed to be oblivious of the threat for the moment. She wished she could forget, too. On the other hand it could be dangerous to forget. As she did not know what might enrage these men she had to be cautious with all her actions.
xxx
Elliot coughed heavily when the water drained and he gasped for breath. Barry's clasp was merciless even though it could not be too hard to hold him down into this position. And his left arm was squeezed against his body by a leg. As much as he reared he could not shake the man off.
"Do you have anything to say?!" Barry barked.
The toilet cut him a break as it had to be refilled. Elliot coughed. His mind was numb. Even if he would have wanted to, he could not answer.
The swirling noise of running water faded and the button plopped back in place. Time to react…
"C'mon! Is there anything?" When Barry felt the body underneath him tense he did not hesitate. He reinforced his clasp, brought his captive deeper down and flushed again.
Elliot just could take a quick breath before the basin flooded again. The proverbial quick motion of his life did not come when he tried to hold his breath and oxygen became scarce. He panicked and reared like a bronco but to no avail. There was no air left and multicolored lights flashed in front of his closed eyes. Never before in his life he had noticed how long a toilet flush could be.
When he felt the water drain his breath exploded as well as his coughs. They hit his lungs forcefully what made him dizzy. Blood rushed in his ears.
Elliot was so glad to be able to breathe that he neither heard Barry's voice nor the plop of the mechanism. So he was totally unprepared when he was forced down a third time.
Barry on the other hand sensed that he stopped struggling, seized him back and let go.
Elliot slumped into the gap between toilet and cupboard. He panted painfully and he trembled. Still his breaths were erratic.
As soon as he breathed deeper again he was pulled up. Four times Barry had to reach for him before he got him on his feet. His head was pushed under the faucet to wash last remains of vomit away, then Barry grabbed both his arms from behind and shoved him back into the living room.
Elliot fell onto the sofa and did not move.
"Well, I guess this time you got the point."
xxx
Manhattan
Olivia could hardly concentrate on the movie. Every so often she glanced at Alex to check if her friend was distraught, too. It looked like she would enjoy the film.
So Olivia sat beside her silently and was brooding on her own.
After the innocent remark concerning the snow leopard she could not get the case out of her mind. It was not really helpful that her thigh began to throb again and she wondered if this was exclusively psychosomatic.
The gunshot wound was healed by now, so that it should not hurt at all. Yet, she noticed that it throbbed from time to time. One good example was the weather. Inwardly she chuckled. She had always thought that something like sensitivity to changes in the weather was humbug.
Once more she tried to follow the story of the movie but she had long lost the connection. So she was thinking again. She did not like the idea that her partner might make or break the case.
After the woman who wanted to testify against Mendoza had been killed, and yes it turned out to have been murder, she had tried to talk with her partner. But Elliot refused to listen to her. He rejected the possibility that the murderer of the woman might be after him, too, and she did not succeed in persuading him.
Well, nothing had happened since then. Tomorrow would be the last day evidence could be presented. Elliot would give his statement and then only the final speeches would be held. After that it was all up to the jury.
This time tomorrow they would work their new cases. So she decided to push aside her worries and settled back in her seat to try and enjoy the rest of the movie.
xxx
Barry towered over Elliot and stared down at him. Still the detective breathed hard. He was pale and shivered. Barry was under the impression that he was not aware of where he was and what was going on, at least not right at this moment.
His own fault. He had to be rebellious even though he knew that they would punish him. He tried to resist and endangered wilfully his family.
Well, okay, the wilfully might be exaggerated.
Someone cleared his throat. So Barry looked at his comrade who stood at one window facing the street. The man cocked his head towards the window.
Barry went over to see what was so interesting. There was someone coming up the driveway.
Dang. Dong.
