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This chapter may shock some people, so I will warn you here, there is a scene coming up that may…well…err…read and find out for yourselves. I think the reviews will be interesting.

One thing you need to consider in this chapter is "What would you do if you were desperate and had only 1 choice?"

Also this is a pretty long chapter.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 9

Olivia was sat on a different bed in a different, but equally "high class", motel room as the last one. This room had two beds too but this time instead of Tate sleeping on the other whilst Olivia sat there, tied to a bed, he was sat on the edge of the bed, watching her and chewing on his finger nails, ripping the roughed ends off before spitting them at her. God, he repulsed her.

She wondered where Dean was. She hadn't seen him in ages. She looked over at the door, wondering if he'd come in. He didn't…she didn't like been alone with Tate. She didn't trust him.

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Elliot and the others had began trying to piece together Elliot's suspicions of Dean. So far they didn't have much to go on. They all knew Dean and Elliot didn't see eye to eye and they all also knew that there was something going on between Dean and Olivia that none of them were allowed to know about, ask her about or mention in general. They were all slightly baffled.

"Why would Dean do this? What would he gain in taking Olivia?" Fin asked.

"Let's think…why would a man abduct a beautiful woman?" Munch said sarcastically. "You're an SVU detective and you have to ask that?" Munch commented.

"Hey, I'm trying to think positive. I don't want to think of that creep with his hands all over Olivia and personally I don't see Porter as a rapist." Fin bit back at Munch. "That's not his motive for taking her."

"There's a difference between thinking positive and just being ignorant. I don't want to think that something bad could be happening or could have happened to her, but then why else would they take her?" Munch said.

"If we knew that then we'd probably know where to find her." Fin said.

They continued discussing it until Elliot's cell phone began ringing. He answered it as fast as he could when he saw the caller ID 'Rat bastard', Olivia's words, aka Dean porter.

"Stabler," he said as he answered.

Munch watched him as he spoke but Fin watched as he started scribbling something down on a piece of paper. 'Get me a trace NOW!' it read. He did just that.

"Elliot," Dean said, not bothered by Elliot's hesitation.

"Sorry 'bout that. Olivia was just asking me something." Elliot lied.

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"No worries." Dean said with a smile, suddenly knowing that Elliot must be on to him. He noticed how Elliot was pausing between them talking to each other. He knew for sure he was working on setting up a trace but he didn't mind. In fact he was counting on it.

He looked around him as he waited for Elliot to speak. He was in the middle of nowhere outside an old, closed down motel. He was using his cell as he leant against the boot of the car.

"Did you need something?" Elliot asked him.

"Yeah," Dean said to him.

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Elliot listened with confidence as Dean spoke. He couldn't stop smiling at the thought of getting the trace and finding out where Olivia was. They were already well into the trace and just seconds away from working out where Dean was.

"I was just wondering if you'd give Olivia a message for me, I've tried to call her on her cell but I got no reply." Dean said.

"Yeah she's a little held up at the moment." Elliot said sarcastically.

"Just tell her that I haven't forgotten about how close we've become and that I don't want the Terri Banes case to ruin that. She means a lot to me. I know she still feels the same about me too. I said something to her that I shouldn't have, but I didn't mean it. She needs to know that." Dean said, grinning.

Elliot had stopped smiling. He was now grinding his teeth together. He wanted to call Dean everything that he thought he was, but he couldn't risk it yet. He had to keep up the act, for Olivia. "I'll make sure she knows." he said, looking at Fin who signalled to him that they had the trace.

"Thanks Elliot." Dean said. "See you round." he continued.

"Yeah, see you soon." Elliot said before Dean hung up on him.

He paused for a moment. He hoped he got to Olivia in time before she got hurt anymore or worse. He continued praying that she was okay. He prayed even harder that Dean Porter would feel the full force of his wrath. "Lets go." he said, leading the others out.

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Olivia could hear her tummy growling at her. She was starving. Part of happily eat anything put in front of her right now but it seemed nothing was on offer. The sandwiches Dean had bought earlier had been left in the last motel. Another part of her really didn't care if she never ate again. She couldn't stop thinking about the motel owner, she couldn't help but feel responsible.

She'd been watching Tate wander around the motel room for ages now. It was beginning to annoy her and not just confuse her. She'd given up wondering where Dean was.

She did have to wonder what Tate was doing though. He seemed to be looking for something. She wondered what. She was more than confused when he walked over into the small kitchen area and began pulling drawers open. She gulped hard as she saw him turn around with a big sharp knife in his hand, looking right at her.

Her heart began to pound and she couldn't help but begin to panic. Tate suddenly began storming towards her. She tried pulling on the ropes keeping her fixed on the bed. They weren't budging, they'd made sure of that, made sure she wouldn't be able to escape.

She couldn't stop the scream that escaped her lips as she felt Tate pull on her leg. Her arms where pulled roughly above her head as he pulled her down the bed. Even more panic set in as he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. "Get off me!" she screamed at him, struggling beneath him.

She froze as he pressed the knife against her neck. "Shut-up. Keep your mouth shut and do as your told and I won't slit your throat."

"You kill me and Dean will kill you."

"I'll be long gone before he gets back. I'm sick of having him yell at me all because of you, you bitch!" Tate growled at her, his face right against hers, his lips almost brushing her skin as he spoke.

Shit, she thought to herself, this was it. She was about to be raped at knife point, in a sleazy motel room. Her nightmares were all coming true this time for sure she thought…

Not about to give up and give into Tate, she continued to fight against Tate as he reached down and pushed her legs apart so he could position himself between them. He was a little surprised and pretty turned on by how strong the muscles in her legs were. He had to really fight against her to keep her legs prized apart all the while she fought to stop him.

He needed to be able to use his hands. He needed to start shedding some clothing, his and hers. He couldn't do anything with all the layers between them. Olivia never expected his next move. He punched her in the stomach twice, hard, knocking the wind right out of her completely, immediately taking away her ability to put up any struggle, she was in too much pain.

She knew she needed to get her breath back so she could continue fighting against Tate who was pulling at her clothes, grabbing at her body. He was already moving against her body, it knocked her sick that he was already rock hard. She continued trying to get her breath, but she just couldn't seem to get it back, just little gulps of air that wasn't near enough.

Tate reached up above her and used the knife to cut the rope fixing her to the bed, but not the one keeping her wrists together. She thought about hitting him with her hands, somehow, even with them tied together, but she still had yet to take in a much needed deep gulp of air. It was making her dizzy not doing so. Having Tate's heavy body on top of her only made it more difficult.

She heard the door slam shut, and looked over to see Dean rush over to Tate and rip him off her and push him to the ground. She was now able to take the breath she needed to and quickly took advantage of it, taking in as many gulps of air as she could.

She was quickly distracted though by Tate's grunts and groans. She watched as Dean flipped him over and exposed the knife that was sticking into his chest. She was more than shocked and Dean looked shocked too for a moment.

It had been an accident. Tate had landed on the knife and now his blood was spilling all over the floor. It seemed a little like deja'vue to Olivia but also like divine justice for the motel owner. She jumped however as Dean unexpectedly shot Tate in the head. Finishing him off, putting him out of his misery the same way he had done the motel owner.

Olivia hadn't realised she was shaking like a leaf in the wind, but as soon as she did realise she began crying again. She couldn't help it. She seemed to always be crying at the moment, it made her feel so pathetic but she just couldn't control it.

She didn't really notice as Dean sat down in front of her on the bed, until that is, he held her in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder so she could cry. He knew her well enough to know that being raped was her worst nightmare. They'd even discussed it after the events of Sealview. They'd talked about most things. So, he was just thankful he had gotten to her in time to stop Tate.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he pulled back and pushed her back a little and held her face in his hands.

She just continued shaking and now begged her tears to stop, which they didn't. Unable to answer vocally she shook her head. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Tate's lifeless body. Dean had to literally turn her face to look at him. "He won't hurt you now." he promised her.

She relaxed slightly, her mind stopped racing and her heart stopped pounding loudly enough to deafen her. 'He was dead. Dean had stopped him. She was ok.' She had to keep telling 's when she suddenly became aware that Dean was softly rubbing her face with his thumbs as he cradled it in his hands.

She looked up into his eyes. They were so familiar. She had never thought he would put her through so much pain, so much suffering. She continued looking at him trying to search into his eyes and find the real Dean, whoever that was, inside. She didn't bother to move or pull away as he moved his face forward until his lips touched hers. When she didn't resist him he kissed her a little harder, not forgetting her cut and swollen lip.

Olivia was confused. He'd told her that he felt nothing for her yet here he was lovingly kissing her, gentle, not forceful. Tears still rolled slowly down her cheek but as Dean pulled back to look into her eyes he wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

"You're so amazing Liv. I hate to see you feeling like this." he said to her.

She suddenly looked right at him, her eyes cold, "Feelings don't matter." she said, turning his words on him.

Dean sighed, knowing them words would return to bite him in the ass. Olivia watched as he brushed his hands over his face. She could tell he was tired. He needed sleep. She wondered if he'd had any recently. She wondered how long he'd sleep for if he was really that exhausted and if she wondered how and if she could make him anymore exhausted.

She hated what she was suddenly thinking. What she was about to do, but she had little choice. She reached up and stroked his face, even with her wrists still tied together. Dean looked up to look into her eyes, which were now warm looking, loving almost. He couldn't help but smile back at her when she flashed him one of her best smiles. However she winced at the pain it caused her lip, before she had to laugh at herself a little.

Relaxing, Dean laughed with her before he lightly brushed his hand over the small cut on her lip. "I hate that he hurt you." he said to her.

"I'm okay." she said to him. "You saved me…again…guess I still need to…properly thank you." she said, remembering back to the conversation that they had had the night when she had helped Elliot set the tracker on Dean's phone.

Dean just smiled at her. Having a good idea of what was coming to him. Olivia moved forward this time as she met his lips with her own. Kissing him as convincingly as she could, hoping it felt like she wanted this. She placed her hands on his chest, struggling to lay both of them flat against it because of her binds.

She was surprised but thrilled when she felt Dean reach up and begin untying them, never breaking the kiss. After a minute the rope was untied and fell from off her wrists, the air hit them and stung the rope burns that had formed. Dean broke the kiss as he tenderly rubbed his fingers over them. He then reached up and cupped Olivia's face as he began another kiss. This one more passionate and wanting.

She felt his tongue against her lips, begging for access into her mouth. She reluctantly parted her lips, allowing him the access. If she wanted this to be believable, which she did, she had to. She didn't try to stop Dean as he began pulling her t-shirt up over her body and over her head. Nor did she stop him when he then kissed her bare chest. She placed her hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer to her, encouraging it.

She took the time to look over his shoulder, checking out and trying to devise an escape route, a plan. Dean suddenly moved his attention away from her chest and looked at her.

"You ok?" he asked her, picking up on her hesitation.

She nodded and quickly began kissing him again before she reached down and began removing his jacket and then his shirt. Once they were shed she felt Dean shift on the bed, moving onto his hands and knees before he began lowering her down onto her back and moving above her. She really didn't want this but she had no choice. She had to incapacitate him someway and if that meant sex to exhaust him completely, she'd do it. It was just sex….or so she had to keep telling herself.

She had to force her tears in as she felt him reach down between their bodies and begin undoing her jeans. She wished Elliot would walk in through the door and rescue her before she had to go through with something that she really didn't want to do. It wasn't going to be rape, she knew she wouldn't be able to call it that, but she wasn't about to enjoy this, even though she knew she would have to appear to Dean like she was.

It was not going be rape but it certainly wasn't going to be nice either.

She prayed he'd tire out quick. She prayed her plan would work at all.

TBC

This chapter was a lot more based on Olivia but I am still keeping this an Elliot centred story.

Thanks for reviewing, please update. I'm thinking my next fic will be much more light hearted, maybe an E/O romantic/comedy. I'm gonna get thinking of ideas, if anyone has any I'm interested. Already been given a song fic idea by one reviewer.

Anyway, thanks for reading, please review.