Chapter 10:

Elliot's POV:

We had been driving for hours, but still we haven't reached Canada. But we've only got another few hundred miles to drive, though. It's a good thing too, I'm getting sick and tired of the road. It's been a silent ride most of the trip. Dickie tried asking me about what happened at the motel, but I refused to tell him the truth.

"Come on, Dad, how bad could it be?" I don't respond. Though, I'm sure he could use the light conversation.

"That shy little woman was crazy. She took me back to her room. The place was covered in an odd mix of stuffed animals and leather erotica." I pause for a second, preparing myself to continue the terrible story. "She ripped off her clothes," I can't believe I'm telling my son this.

Break!!!

Olivia's POV:

"Liv!" Fin yells from across the room. I look up from the picture I keep on my desk of Elliot and me at a Christmas party. He actually looks happy in it. I put the picture down and stand up next to my new partner. "We've got 'em." I suck in my breath. I've never been this upset about that information.

"How?" I wouldn't expect Elliot to let us find him. Fin shrugs.

"Guess we got lucky." Or it's a setup. But that doesn't matter. We have a lead, and it's time to go.

"How long till we catch them?" I grab my coat on our way out. The picture of me and Elliot falls to the floor. The glass shatters.

Fin doesn't answer right away. He sees that I'm upset about the picture. "They're putting up a road block. We should see them again in a couple of hours.

End of break!!!

"Well, I don't want to bore you with details." I hope that ends the conversation.

No such luck. "No, dad, come on, you gotta tell me the rest! You can't just end it there!" I take a deep breath. I really can't believe I'm telling my son this. I just have to keep reminding myself that he's done something horribly and needs something to calm his nerves.

"She, uh, shoved me down. Well," this is awkward. "She had all of these toys. Dickie, I'm sorry, this is too weird to talk about with my son." Dickie rolls his eyes.

"Dad, come on, you know I had sex with a guy, what's the difference?" I cringe.

"Just because I know doesn't mean I want to know!" He rolls his eyes again. "She handcuffed me to the bed and shoved a giant thing in my ass, happy?" I can't believe I just said that to my kid. There were some things I swore I would never discuss with my kids.

Anything involving my ass is one of them.

"Did it hurt?" I can tell he's trying to be supportive, but at the same time, I knowing he's trying hard not to laugh his heart out.

"Like hell."

He doesn't say a word for a second, but he does stretch his mouth to hide his smile. It doesn't really work. "It still hurt?"

"Like hell." What is with this conversation? I don't want to talk about this with Dickie. That's sick!

"Maybe she tore something."

"Maybe we need to change the conversation." He shrugs. That's when I notice it. There's a road block up ahead. My heart stops. That's not a coincidence. "Dickie."

"Yeah," I can tell he's scared too. I spare a glance over at him. His face is completely white.

"We're going off road." I swerve off the road and into the forest next to it. Dickie screams and I cling to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles go white. I hear sirens start up behind me but I drive further and further into the forest. "Get ready to jump out." I push the gas in as far as it will go, if we survive this, it will hurt like hell. I shoot a glance behind me, the cops are far enough away. "Dickie, give me something to jam the gas."

"Are you fucking crazy?"

"Watch the damn language and give me something now!" He reaches into the back and pulls back the ice scraper. It will do. I take it from him and jam the one end into the pedal and the other end into the bottom of the dash. The car is going as fast as it can go. I say a quick prayer before I grab Dickie around the waist and pull him towards me. "This is going to hurt."

"No shit."

I open the door and throw ourselves out. Hopefully the cops didn't see that. I tumble down, cracking a few twigs (and ribs) in the process. Yet somehow, I don't feel any pain. I love adrenaline. I cling to Dickie as much as humanly possible. I don't want him to feel this much pain.

Finally we stop rolling. The cops drive past us without even sparing us a glance. Thank you for that. The pain finally starts settling in. I can't believe we survived that.

"You know," Dickie says, a little breathlessly. "You could have just pressed the auto pilot button." He has a point on that one. Damn.

"Shut up."

Ok, this is where the story starts getting really exciting. The cops are catching up to them and all that other crap. And in the next chapter, Dickie is going to face his feelings about what he did to Jay. R&R!