From Hell To Heaven

A/N I posted this an hour or two late from when I usually do, my bad. lol

Ok, time for shout outs (Idea borrowed from EOforevertogether lol)

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Ok, now for this chapter we start looking in to the main plot line, a bit of a twist on what happened in the park. Enjoy xx

Chapter 7- Too Much, Too Soon

Olivia entered the almost empty squadroom; not the usual buzz of voices and phonecalls. "What's going on?" she asked with a nervous smile, looking to Elliot at her side.

"I'll explain in a minute; everyone's worried about you."

She looked over to her desk, where Cragen, Fin, Munch and Melinda were waiting. They turned as they heard her approach.

"Olivia!" came a relieved chorus. She smiled and glanced to make sure Elliot was still by her side.

"How you doing?" Munch asked as he pulled her in to a hug.

"Fine, as far as I know." she replied, catching Melinda's eyes.

"We've all been very worried." Cragen said as Munch pulled back from Olivia.

"Well, I'll give you a heads up the next time I get attacked." Olivia joked, and though they returned it with a smile, she knew they didn't find it funny given the circumstances, especially Elliot. "So, erm, are you going to tell me why everyone's been evacuated?" she joked. This time no one smiled, besides Olivia's nervous one that faltered almost as soon as it crept up.

"Privacy." Cragen said as he stood with his hands in his pockets.

She nervously looked around, wondering what was behind them practically...cornering her. She glanced around. Fin had settled on the corner of his desk and Munch lowered himself in to his chair. Elliot was close behind her; he placed a hand on her back, rubbing in gentle circles. He ushered her forward, towards a large pin board, the kind that could be flipped over. She leaned against the desk next to Fin, who gave her a slight smile of support. She could feel Elliot beside her, though he remained stood and at the ready.

"What do you mean?" she asked nervously, looking at Melinda, maybe they'd lied and she had been assaulted or...worse. 'No, Elliot would never allow that', she silently assured herself.

"We haven't exactly been entirely truthful with you." Munch said, looking as though he was grudgingly saying it on someone else's behalf. Olivia immediately looked at Cragen, who must have called for the lack of information, particularly when it involved Olivia.

"And just what have you been keeping from me?" Olivia demanded, standing up away from the desk as her voice steadily rose.

"Liv," Elliot began in an obvious attempt to calm her. But as his hands came up to her upper arms, she pushed them away.

"No, Elliot! I have been through Hell," she said, as tears pooled in her eyes. "And the last thing I need is the people I care about most in this world, lying to me and hiding things from me and..." Elliot barged past her.

He couldn't take her tears anymore. He flipped the large board. "You weren't sexually assaulted. But we found the circumstances in which you were left to be very suspicious."

Her eyes stayed on his as a single tear fell down her cheek. "El, please, enough of the riddles, just tell me. I'm stronger than you give me credit for."

He decided not to argue about the fact she thought he thought her as anything other than strong. "No assault, no mugging, no beating...Hell, they even laid your gun and badge out beside you."

"Maybe they were going to...hurt me, but ran when they found my badge." she suggested.

Elliot exchanged a dark glance with Cragen. Olivia did not miss it.

"What else are you not telling me?" Olivia asked, though she moved towards the board. Photos of her, while she was unconscious, had been pinned up. A few notes were scribbled around it but as soon as she saw how she was positioned, memories flashed through her mind of him.

"Harris." she muttered, barely audible as her eyes filled up once more with tears. Only Elliot was close enough to hear her. He gave her a sad look, but then she noticed the other photos of a similar looking woman. Body photos of her arms, legs, face...on an autopsy table. "Who is this?"

He hesitated. "Martine Olivia." He paused again, then sighed. "We think someone's after you, Liv."

"What?" Olivia asked, her eyes wide.

"She was found in the park." Fin replied. "Not far from you."

"She was positioned the same way as you. And she looks similar to you." Munch said, a sad look in his eyes.

Olivia covered her face, roughly wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her borrowed jacket. "So? Could it be a coincidence?" she hoped, feeling the dread in her throat.

"Olivia," Cragen began. "Her surname, is pronouned 'O-liv-ee-ay', like Laurence Olivier, but spelt O-L-I-V-I-A. Olivia. Like your name. She was attacked the same way, positioned the same, even within 50 yards of where you were left." His eyes held the sad look she was now accustomed to.

"Liv," Elliot said, stepping closer. "The chances that this is a coincidence...are a million to one."

She stepped closer as her cheeks flooded with tears. "Is..is it...him?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"No, Liv, it's not him." he said, causing her to fall against his chest sobbing. "But I promise you, I'm going to find this guy, whoever it is. And I'll keep you safe. No matter what."

After a moment of being held by Elliot, it all became too much. She pushed away from him and ran away, physically and emotionally. her nightmare was not over, her was still leering at her, taunting her. Only this time Elliot was there to save her. She could hear Elliot calling after her as she hurried to the cribs. "Liv, wait," She ignored him, turning the corner and no longer hearing his please for her to stop.

She practically ran in to the cribs; her usual sanctuary after long, paperwork filled nights. She clung to the metal post at the corner of the beds; the only thing keeping her grounded. She sobbed as she saw his face flash behind her eyes; she squeezed her eyes shut as tears fell, trying to banish him from her mind.

"Olivia?" came a soft voice.

Olivia froze, before quickly trying to wipe her tears away and gain composure.

"Melinda." She turned, forcing a smile across her face. Melinda merely looked at her.

"You don't have to pretend around me, Olivia."

Olivia looked away, dropping her smile, knowing it was transparent to her friend. She snak on to the bed, dropping her head in to her hands. Tears silently fell. She felt the bed dip next to her and felt Melinda's hand slide across her shoulder.

"Olivia, you know we all love you. Never feel the need to hide who you are from us."

Olivia shook her head, wiped her face and forbade anymore tears to fall. She took a breath. "I've been meaning to ask you...the rape kit." Olivia hinted, not sure if she trusted her voice.

"I didn't perform your rape kit, Olivia. You were already at the ER and a nurse was on call." Olivia merely nodded. "But I saw the results; I have a friend at General. Liv, there was no signs of assault. There was no internal or external trauma and no traces of spermicide. I had my friend run further tests, just in case. You're clean of STDs or infections. You weren't assaulted, Olivia."

Olivia knew Melinda meant well, to help her feel better, but her mind spun of posibilities of what could have been.

"I don't know if this is a conselation, Olivia, but...Elliot never left your side. He went with you in the ambulance and was there during the rape kit."

Olivia spun to look at her.

"My friend, the nurse, well he's a male nurse. I guess Elliot didn't trust him alone with you. Don't worry, you were covered." Melinda dded, seeing the worried frown on Olivia's face.

Olivia sighed and shook her head. "I need to end this. I want him out of my llife for good."

Melinda knew who she meant. Harris.

"Liv, it might not..." Melinda began.

"No, it's him! I know it." she nodded. "I need Elliot." She left without waiting for Melinda.

xXx

Olivia crashed in to Elliot's chest only a few moments after rushing from the cribs. She stepped back in shock but her expression softened when she looked up to see her blue eyes saviour. He took in her flushed cheeks and tearty eyes. She blinked, but her attempts to remove them only caused them to fall. He cupped his hand to her cheek, using his thumbs to gently remove the moisture.

"Liv," he said softly as she pressed her cheek further in to his warm, supportive hand. After a mere second, she gave in and fell against his chest. She clutched on to him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt at his back to prevent being pulled away. But she was surprised when he pulled at her just as securely as she held him.

Even more so as he pressed her trembling body against his muscular chest, his hand in her hair to prevent her pulling away and fleeing, as she so often did when she cried in front of him. He could feel her sobbing against him, her shirt and her nails digging in to his hip as she fought for control. He didn't mind,; he had been through worse for her. And he's do it all again if it meant keeping her safe. He would do anything for her.

"Elliot," she sobbed out, pulling him impossible closer. He clung to her, fearful her legs would give out as she cried.

"Liv, it's ok, I'm here." He felt her begin to shake her head. "'Livia, I am here for you, whether you like it or not, and I am not going anywhere. You got that?"

She knew it was the truth, it always had been. With the two of them, it was the unspoken truth that mattered. She lifted her head from his chest, from under his chin. She moved to grip his shoulders, dangerously close to being wrapped around his neck.

"El, I..." she fumbled her words, struggling to control her voice. She refused to meet his eyes, looking down and breathing ruggedly.

"Liv, it's ok, you don't have to say anything." he soothed, knowing she was probably trying to apologise for crying. he tried to hug her again, already missing her warm touch.

"No, Elliot, I do, I do," she fumbled in a rush, urgency clear in her tone as though this would be her last chance to tell him.

"Liv, calm down, it's..."

"Elliot, that basement," she interrupted. He froze, knowing instantly what she was referring to. "In that basement, at Sealview..." Another sob rose in her chest. "I was so scared," she admitted, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Olivia," he said, putting his head under her chin to make her look at him. "There is nothing to be ashamed of. You have nothing to be ashamed of," he assured, brushing her hair from her face.

"El...he-" Her words fell short in sobs. She took a deep breath. "When I was in the bsaement he-"

"Olivia!" Cragen interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. She turned to look at him, her heart breaking. She had been stopped. "I know you've had a rough night, but there's still more we need to tell you." His eyes were soft, obviously realising he had interrupted something important.

Elliot felt Olivia's grip on his shirt begin to loosen. For a split second he considered refusing to let her go, to hold her forever, and deny Cragen. But he knew that was impossible. Here and now was not the time to drag up Liv's history. She had proven she was going to tell him. He would just have to be patient. He'd wait till they were alone in the privacy of her apartment; she could pour her heart out to him and he would hold her as tightly as she needed, savouring every gentle touch of her skin against his.

"Yes, Captain." was all he heard, ringing in his ears, despite her barely audible tone, as Olivia walked away from his warm embrace.

Cragen didn't wait for Elliot's arguement of the interruption. Elliot noticed Liv's flinch as Cragen innocently placed his hand on her upper back, guiding her to the squad room.

He was barely a second from the truth, truth that could save him from torturing himself with hideously horrendous images within his head. But also to save Liv from her own personal Hell. Everyday she carried that basement with her, that cold floor, the handcuffs and that filthy mattress, Elliot recalled from crime scene photos. But he had drew the line at reading her statement, he wanted her to tell him when she was ready. Her head was full of those disgusting things, that disgusting man. If she shared those damaging memories then she could begin to heal. And he would be there for her, every step of the way, helping her through this 'sickness'. For always and forever, so long as they both shall live.

A/N I tried to get Melinda involved as more of a friend than her pathological role but, of course, Liv's stubborn and refuses to crumble to a girly conversation lol. I realise that it would be pointless getting Liv tested for loads of STDs but I thought 'Livia would panic over what could have happened so, for her piece of mind lol x Anyone catch the subtext of the final line? ;) Reviews make me smile xx