Sealed

Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything

Rating: M

Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit, consensual sex between adults. If this offends you, or if you are underage, please do not read.

Lily Harris couldn't believe her luck. She had pulled the passenger manifest for her New York to Boston flight, and found two names that caught her eye, Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson. She had originally planned to grab a quick flight back from Boston and abduct her in her own city. Then her captain had moved her someplace Lily couldn't find. She had spent the last several days trying to track down where the NYPD was hiding her, and now she turned up on a flight manifest. It would be too dangerous to abduct her in the airport, so she would wait. She could be patient.

XxXxX

Olivia gazed out the window at the unfamiliar city. Elliot walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, after depositing the room service tray in the hallway for the housekeeping staff to pick up.

"What's on your mind, Love?" he asked softly.

"The buildings all look so strange, but it's a beautiful city." she replied. She turned in his arms to kiss him. Her lips traced their way along his jaw to nuzzle his ear.

"Liv…" he groaned.

"Shut up, El. Just shut up and kiss me." Which he did. Gladly and deeply. He pulled her close to him, and she could feel him harden as her stomach came flush to his waist. His tongue slipped out to tease her lips, and as she opened her mouth to allow him in, she felt a flood of wetness between her legs. He started to tug at her clothes in a frenzied, almost animalistic movement. There was no hesitation about it, no second thoughts. She peeled his clothes from him, just as quickly. She pushed him backwards onto the bed and straddled him. He could feel her wetness on his stomach, which caused his erection to become painfully hard.

"Oh, God, Liv…" he moaned. Her brown eyes met his blue ones. He saw a flash of coldness.

"I said, shut up, El." she said, her voice cold and steely. She moved for his arms. Taking his wrists in her hands, she pinned them above his head in a swift, strong fashion. Elliot felt a wave of emotion, concern mixed with lust. She positioned herself over him and slowly lowered herself onto his hardness. He had waited for so long for this, but he had always imagined a slower, gentler process, not this quick frenzied action that was taking place. She slammed onto him over and over, her eyes never leaving his. He wanted to wait for her. He tried to think unsexy thoughts as she continued to fuck him senseless. But the sight of Olivia Benson, naked, rising and falling over his was too much. With a loud growl, he came inside her, over and over again, until there was nothing left. She slowed her movements, climbed off and lay beside him. He reached over and kissed her again.

"Your turn." he said.

"No, El. Please. Don't." she said. The victim was back. She didn't want to be touched.

"Do you realize what you just did, honey?" he asked.

"Elliot, please, just shut up about it." With that, she pulled herself out of bed and made her way over to the bathroom. Elliot heard the shower turn on. He threw his head back onto the pillow. I screwed up, he thought. She's never going to trust me again. He felt like the world's biggest prick. He got up with the intention of joining her in the shower. He put his hand on the doorknob, then changed his mind. He slipped on a pair of boxers and sweatpants and settled into the bed they had just had sex on. If they were going to sleep in separate beds tonight, he was at least going to be chivalrous enough to give her the dry one.

She emerged from the bathroom about 20 minutes later. Her skin was red and raw again. Elliot's heart broke as he realized she was trying to scrub him off of her body. She climbed into the unoccupied queen sized bed and rolled on her side. Taking her cue, he reached over and shut off the light.

"Elliot?" she said softly after a few minutes.

"Yeah, Liv." he replied, trying not to let her hear the hurt and sadness in his voice.

"Come join me?" He flew over to the other bed, wrapping her tightly into his arms.

"Liv, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You didn't have to do that for me. I didn't…" The words came out of his mouth before the registered in his brain.

"Elliot, stop. I didn't do anything I didn't want to do. Like I said, it's going to take time. Just hold me, and let me sleep." He planted a kiss on the top of her head and waited for her to fall asleep before he allowed himself to do the same.

XxXxX

"Rise and shine, folks. It's another beautiful rainy day in Boston!" came the voice that followed the knock on their door the next morning. Elliot was already awake and dressed while Olivia was still in the bathroom, where she had been doing God knows what for the past hour. Elliot opened the door to reveal the figures of Marissa and Chris.

"Come on in. Liv will be out in just a few minutes." he said. They walked in, carrying a tray of coffee.

"You'll need this." Marissa said. "The stuff at the House is God-awful."

"Sounds familiar." Elliot said, accepting the cup from her. He walked back over to the bathroom door.

"Liv! Come on, we gotta go!" Elliot said. Olivia emerged from the bathroom sporting black pants and a deep blue top. She tossed on a matching blazer, clipped her gun and shield to her belt, and took the cup of coffee Elliot handed her.

"Let's roll." Marissa said, leading the way out.

"You two are awfully chipper for this early in the morning. I'm not sure I can take it." Olivia said as they settled into the car.

"Oh, we've been out and about since 3:00." Marissa replied.

"This place is just one big college town, and it was a typical Friday night. We've already been to three different hospitals reporting alleged rapes." Chris explained.

"How on earth do you handle that with only 4 detectives?" Elliot asked.

"Well, most of them don't pan out. About half of them will recant later today, with a case of drunken buyer's remorse. Of the half that's left, only a couple will choose to actually prosecute their rapists. Of course, we talk to all of them and try to convince them to let justice work for them, but in the end, it's up to them. Scared 18-22 year olds just want to make it go away." Marissa said.

"But it's your job to seek justice for the victim." Olivia said, slightly disgusted with the cavalier attitude Marissa was taking with victims.

"I'll tell you what," she began. "After we tackle what we can on the numbers case, why don't you and I talk to some of these girls. If you can get some of these girls to come forward, you will have my undying gratitude." Olivia softened again. Perhaps she had judged this young detective too quickly.

"Julie! It's great to see you again!" Marissa said, rushing forth into the squad room and embracing a blonde woman in front of them.

"Jules, these are two detectives visiting us from New York about the numbers case. Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, I'd like to you to meet Det. Julie McIntyre. She's a homicide detective, my first partner, and my best friend."

"Nice to meet you." Olivia said, taking the girl's hand.

"Julie and I talk regularly, so when bodies turned up strangled and not raped, we were pretty quick to link homicide to SVU. She knows as much about this case as just about everyone in this room." Marissa explained. She picked up her tennis ball, perching on top of her desk again.

"This guy's out for revenge." she said getting down to business.

"Think, know, or prove?" Julie asked.

"Know, can't prove…yet." Marissa replied.

"Ok, how do you know?" Julie asked. Marissa eyed Olivia.

"I'm not at liberty to say." was her reply.

"Mariss, you've gotta give me more than that." Julie said.

"Ok, fine, I'll fill in that part." Olivia said, taking in a deep breath. "Lowell Harris, the oldest of the Harris siblings, was a corrections officer at Sealview. I went undercover in the prison to investigate alleged rapes committed by a guard, which turned out to be him."

"That's an awful lot of rage to be directed at revenge." Julie said. "I'm not buying it."

"While I was undercover, something went wrong, and he sexually assaulted me just before I collared him." Olivia said.

"Olivia and I believe that the Harris siblings are killing one woman for every year Lowell Harris was sentenced to. 20, altogether, with Olivia being the final target." Marissa explained.

"Now that makes sense. Olivia, I'm sorry that happened to you, and I know it sucks to have to air this for another investigation." Olivia was touched by Julie's concern.

"We have to assume they're coming for Olivia next. We know these guys have been tracking people through their DMV records, so as far as they're concerned, Olivia's still in New York. I assume you two were smuggled out with a minimum amount of noise?" she said, looking at Olivia and Elliot.

"Right. The only people who have any knowledge of our whereabouts is our own squad, and yours, of course." Elliot answered.

"Ok, then. Julie and Chris, why don't you take Elliot down to the lab and compare notes. Olivia, would you care to ride with me?" Marissa asked. Olivia smiled and nodded.

XxXxX

"Hi, Alyssa, remember me?" Marissa said, entering the hospital room of a young girl who had obviously been used as a punching bag the night before.

"Not really…" the girl replied.

"I'm Detective Haggerty from Special Victims Unit. This is Detective Benson. We'd like to talk to you about what happened last night, if that's ok." She nodded, and Marissa took a seat in the chair next to the bed. Olivia took a seat in a second chair on the other side of the bed.

"Alyssa, can you tell me what happened last night?" Marissa said.

"I don't know…it's all a blur." she said.

"That's ok, just tell me what you can remember." Marissa said.

"I went to this party in Mission Hill with some of my friends. I had a lot to drink, and I don't know. I was with my boyfriend." she began.

"Ok, can you tell me his name?" Marissa asked.

"Mark. Mark Wallis." she answered. "We were dancing and drinking, and I know I'm not supposed to, but everyone does it…" she started to cry.

"It's ok, honey, it's ok. I'm not here to nail you for underage drinking. I just want to know how you wound up in the emergency room." Marissa said, soothingly.

"He got mad because I was talking to another guy. He pulled me into another room, said that I was his girlfriend, and he started hitting me. When I fell, he told me I had to prove it to him. So, we had sex." she said, crying even harder. Olivia handed her a tissue from the box next to the bed.

"Alyssa, this is really important. Did you tell him to stop?" Marissa said, with strength and compassion in her voice.

"Yes, yes! The entire time he was hitting me, and the whole time we were having sex, I kept trying to push him off of me. Oh, God…is that rape?" Marissa looked at Olivia.

"Yes, hon, it is, and we can help you." Marissa said. Alyssa threw her head back onto the pillow.

"No." she said quietly. "I won't press charges. And, if you ask me again, I'll say I wanted to have sex with him." Marissa gave Olivia another look, as if to say, see what I mean?

"Alyssa, what happens next weekend? Or the weekend after that?" Olivia said. "If he did it once, he'll do it again. Let us help you."

"No. The minute I start to talk, my parents are going to find out. They'll make me move back home, and I can't deal with that."

"Alyssa, you're 19 years old. You can make your own decisions. You don't have to go anywhere."

"Yeah? Are you going to co-sign my student loans, Detective? Because without that, I can't finish school. Just go away."

"Ok, we'll leave, but I'm going to give you my card. If you change your mind, or if you need anything, please call me. Even if you just want to talk." She left the card on the table next to Alyssa's bed. "Try to get some rest." With that, she and Olivia left the room.

"You can't seriously stop there. That girl said she was raped." Olivia said.

"I'm not. I'm goin to have her boyfriend picked up, and we'll see if her recant threat is real or not."

Please keep reviewing! I'm writing Chapter 11 now, so be on the lookout. It'll be up later tonight.