Disclaimer

I don't own anything in reference to Law and Order: SVU. They are all in property of Dick Wolf; I'm just using them for fun.

The Dusk Stalker

Summary

A shoot-out at a grocery store calls the NYPD to act upon the crisis, a life of a well respected detective is stolen and weighs upon everyone at 16th Precinct especially Olivia Benson, but later she finds herself in jeopardy.

Author's Note

Thanks a lot for the reviews, I really appreciate them. Now here's the next chapter you al have been waiting for!

Genre

Drama

Romance

Crime

Warnings

Violence

Adult Language

Sexual Situations

---

Olivia felt like cotton was stuffed into her lungs, she couldn't even breathe. Her scent caught a foul smell; it was musty and stuffy at the same time. She opened her eyes groaning, her blurred vision seeing darkness. She was on a bed she had realized, and was drowsy at the same time.

She wondered how she got here, how she happened to be laying on a dirt bed in a dirty room. But this room looked more like a basement, the stone walls wet and molded. Covered by book shelves with absolutely no books at all, an old crib stood in the middle of the basement.

It was covered in only a thick clean blanket inside the crib; it was a bit slanted to the side needing a real wood job. Olivia's memories soon reappeared in her mind, as if a movie was replayed over again.

She was with Kathy and the kids, they were in the dining room and Dickie went out to go get the door when it rang, then she heard a bump and a little girl screaming…

It was all clear; the intruder who came into the house was no one other than Richard White. He had attacked Kathy and the kids; he had threatened to kill the poor little girl with her new family if she didn't go along with him…everything was remembered.

Ororo soon regained her strength and was now focused on getting the hell out of this place. But there was no way she could move, she was like paralyzed all over and her body ached…especially. She looked down at her bulged stomach, and with that she really wanted to get out of the basement not only for her safety, but for her son's.

With effort she tried to at least sit up, with her eyelids shut tightly she moved up with her elbow braced upon the creaking bed. The sound of heavy footsteps startled her, and that was went her act hastened…but his deep voice made her cease.

"Why so soon Olivia, I'm only just beginning to fix the crib for our baby, "The voice of Richard White made her turn around to look at him.

He was in the same clothes he wore when he broke into the Stabler's residence, the same black cotton shirt and faded denim jeans. But What Olivia was really confused about was when White said 'our baby'. Her child could never be his; she straightened by, her voice now holding the toughness ever within her.

"My son can never be yours, "She said sternly, the anger already shown in her eyes making White only to smirk.

"I know, you're gonna tell me Elliot's the father of your baby… "

He came closer to her, with her sitting on the bed he kneeled before her holding both her arms tightly and glaring coldly into her eyes, but he didn't get a look of fear but of bravery, she wasn't easy.

"Well guess what Olivia, Elliot's not here anymore…he isn't even here to protect you and the baby, he's dead "Olivia winced at the word, but kept her face.

"He's dead and you and your bastard kid aren't gonna do shit about it, "He hissed harshly to her almost shaking her, his right hand rose up to stroke her cheek, and Olivia only felt an uncomfortable chilling sensation, shrugging him off.

"Don't you ever call my son a bastard, "She said angrily calm, but only received a cold laugh from White.

"You're mine now, and you're gonna be with me YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! "Each and every one of his tone filled words never even made any fear from Olivia, she only smirked but she still worried of her child's life.

"In your dreams White, "She whispered.

White was silent at the remark of Olivia, years of finally wanting to make his true desires come true Olivia had denied it and this made him angry. His blood boiled even just looking at her satisfied face; he wanted to take away that face.

He wanted only to see fear like he had seen in his victims, but she was tough. He desired to see her fear him, to make her do whatever he pleased. To make her beg him of everything, but she refused to back down, she refused to back down, she refused to allow him to her emotions.

He soon grew a sly smile that made her sick to her stomach, and slowed rose up…only to slap her on the face hard that she fell back on the bed, but no sound of pain erupted from her.

Before she could react White dragged both her legs and she hit the floor, thankfully she didn't hit herself on her stomach but her back. She was kick, hard, on her back over and over again. And she knew if she fought back, she might risk her child's life.

So she did what she could only do to protect her son, her arms were wrapped protectively around her stomach. The hard kicks were so much that Olivia didn't feel pain, the harder White kicked almost out of breath she heard the sickening noises of his kicks except she didn't feel them.

"YOU BITCH, I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU REGRET WHAT YOU EVER SAID TO ME, "He shouted, frustrated even more of her, she never even uttered a word of please.

He stopped, panting for breath and glaring down at the immobile Olivia who still covered her stomach. He would get to her one day, he would make her beg. He backed away and walked slowly up the stars, shutting the door and locking it.

It was then when he left her she suck her breath, groaning a bit at the excruciating pain. But that didn't matter to her, what only mattered was that her son was alright. She with determined strength sat up shutting her eyelids tightly and rested her back against the edge of the bed.

She had to get out of here, she looked around and all she could see were bricked tightly walled together, there was no sign of a window. And she was sure that the door leading to wherever White was is locked judging by the click she had heard.

But this did not make her give up, she closed her eyes sighing and thinking of Elliot. She thought of what White said.

Elliot's not here anymore…he isn't even here to protect you and the baby, he's dead

But still when Olivia knew, a part of her always told her that Elliot was somewhere, not in heaven or hell but he was somewhere on earth. He might be watching television in a room or walking down to a car, he might have forgotten about her.

She shook her head, Elliot would never do that to her. Dead or not, but she tried her best that Elliot wasn't her with her; it was up to her and get she and her son safe.

---

Cragen had paused stopping in front of the small house; Marshall Evan Grange was ringing the doorbell far in front of him on the porch. He waited, waited to see Elliot's face again and tell if it was really him before he fainted, it was like waiting to see a ghost.

The oak door open, Cragen made sure to look on the ground and see if it wasn't solid stone to fall unconscious on.

A tall man appeared in front of Marshall Evan Grange, he was wearing khaki pants and a blue shirt. He was unshaven and looked worn out, looked like something was missing in his life. But that face, there was only one person that had that face.

"Oh my God, "

Cragen exclaimed looking at Elliot, who now moved his head up to look at his former captain. No words were exchanged between them; there was a cloud of total shock upon them.

"Captain? "