I apologize for the lateness of the update! Happy Easter everyone! Hope you have a blessed holiday!

When Fin and Munch met another barricade, they both got out of the car, prepared to run to the motel. Cragen was on his way with a surprise of his own. He'd called a helicopter to be on standby. They didn't want to alert Harrison but if there was no other way, they'd call it in.

"Come on!" He honked at another road block.

He flashed his badge at a cop patrolling the barricade.

"I need to get through here. We have officers in need of assistance."

The officer nodded, "I'll get you moving."

He left and traffic pulled to the side onto sidewalks, any empty space around. Cragen drove through.

"Thank you."

He sped on - only two more miles.

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Stuckey left the side of the unconscious detective and went to help Harrison. He roughly grabbed Olivia, sitting her up. She was in so much pain she thought she might puke. Her whimper came when Stuckey ripped her shirt down the middle and tore it off of her. She was so scared, so helpless. She hoped that by saying Elliot's name repeatedly, maybe he would wake up and help, even if duct tape made her words inaudible.

Her body began to shake, going into autopilot as the trauma continued. Harrison motioned for Stuckey to stop when her shirt and pants were both torn to shreds and removed. She lay, feeling so exposed. He pushed her down so she lay on her back again.

"I'm going to make you scream my name. But that's all you'll say."

Harrison stooped down and tore the tape off of her mouth. Immediately, Olivia let out a blood-curdling scream for help. Harrison was going to kill her if she didn't do something to get someone to hear her, so she chanced it. A slap silenced her as Stuckey handed Harrison a knife. He leaned down to cut off her undergarments when another muffled cry came. Elliot was awake again. Olivia screamed again, not caring if she was to be slapped again. She had to stop this from happening.

"Elliot!"

This time, it was the gun that made contact with her face. It made a sickening crack and sent a shockwave of pain through Olivia's body, silencing her again.

"Just in time, detective Stabler." Stuckey chuckled.

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Cragen, fin, Munch, and patrol flew into the parking lot.

"Get inside, now!" The captain yelled.

They drew their guns and entered the building through the front.

"Second floor, room 113." Fin reminded them.

Quietly, they arrived at the door just in time to hear a scream, one they knew belonged to their detective.

"SWAT goes in first. He may be armed." Cragen said.

After counting to three, the door was stormed by SWAT and NYPD. The only light in the room was a flashlight held by a wide eyed, frozen Harrison. Olivia lay on the bed, her face bleeding, everything but her undergarments removed.

A shot rang out. Stuckey had fired. Another sounded and the blonde went down with a slug in his heart. Harrison was tackled by a member of the SWAT team and was quickly disarmed. Cragen turned on the light, revealing Elliot tied to a chair. Fin ran over to where Olivia lay, her chest heaving. He went to untie her hands.

"You're gonna be ok, Olivia." He said, seeing her eyes wide with fear.

She sat up, grabbing her wrists and feeling the marks on them, not able to believe it was over. Fin took off his jacket and stood her up, wrapping it around her.

"Thank you." She whispered almost inaudibly.

"Come on. Lets get you out of here."

He put an arm around her and held her opposite shoulder with the other as he directed her out of the room.

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Cragen rushed to where Elliot was, kneeling and cutting him from his bindings, taking the tape off of his mouth.

"What took you so long?" His voice was full of anger.

"He was going to kill Olivia!"

Elliot felt he needed to blame someone for what had happened. He was still foggy from the hit he suffered, but he knew enough about what had happened to infuriate him. He stood up as Cragen took his shoulders.

"Elliot, she's going to be fine. Harrison set up blockades to keep us from getting here. We came as soon as we could."

They paused.

"Now come on. You need to go to the hospital."

They were met at the front door by paramedics who sat Elliot on a gurney and wheeled him to an ambulance. He watched as the doors closed in another ambulance, just as he caught a glimpse of his partner. They headed for the hospital immediately after closing the doors.

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Olivia blacked out in the ambulance after being poked and prodded with needles. It was too much. She awoke to find herself laying in a whitened room, her bed tilted back slightly, her hands and far throbbing in pain. Darkness was streaming through the windows, the only lights in the room being her beeping monitor and call light.

She closed her eyes, the fear still spreading through her as she imagined herself laying on the bed, as helpless as she ever had been. When she relived it, she opened her eyes. Not this again, she thought. Taking a deep breath, she laid back on the pillow, trying to relax.

Suddenly, she sat up. Where was Elliot? She'd heard a gunshot, but the walk out of the room was a blur. Had he been hit? She pressed her call button repeatedly, her heart speeding up again.

A nurse came in quickly, "Detective, what's wrong?"

She went to check all of the vitals displayed on the monitor, but Olivia grabbed her arm firmly.

"Is Elliot Stabler here? " She asked.

The woman looked down at her clipboard.

"Yes, Detective Elliot Stabler is down the hall. He's ok-"

"Was he shot?"

Olivia still didn't believe her. The nurse put the clipboard down to her side.

"No. Olivia, I know for a fact his fine. I just checked on him." She said.

"I need to see him."

Olivia still was hesitant to believe her words.

"You can in the morning." The nurse turned to leave, "Get some rest, Detective."

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Elliot lay awake in his bed late that night, thinking. His head still throbbed from the substantial hit he'd taken from Stuckey's gun. The doctor had confirmed that he'd suffered a concussion. But all he could think about was his partner. He had blacked out, but for how long? What had Harrison done to her when he was unconscious?

He looked out the window to where life continued on. He had watched her walk out of the room in Fin's coat, her legs bare. If she'd been raped, he'd never forgive himself. He jerked his head to the left toward the door when he heard a small sound in the hallway. Olivia, standing in a hospital gown and an IV roller, entered his room quietly. He sat up in the bed, wondering if he was hallucinating or if she was actually there. When she sat down beside him, she smiled faintly.

"You look like hell." She whispered.

He wasn't dreaming. This was the Olivia he'd always known.

Smiling back, he nodded, "So do you."

They both paused, taking in the sounds of the night.

"If the nurse catches me out of bed, she's going to chain me to kill me." Olivia said, looking out the doorway into the hall.

Elliot chuckled, "If you wouldn't have left your bed, I would have left mine."

He whispered. She glanced back at him, her eyes locking on his.

"I had to see if you were ok. I didn't see who had been shot when I left the room with Fin. I thought-"

"Stuckey went down. He was aiming to shoot at the squad, but Cragen got him in time."

Another comfortable silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry, Liv."

His guilt came out in one moment.

"Elliot, listen to me. None of this was your fault. If I never would have dragged you guys into it, you wouldn't be here right now." Olivia replied.

"And neither would you." Elliot finished.

"No one can do everything alone. You have to understand that we're here to help you." He spoke louder.

She looked down at her hands, knowing it was true.

"You know that, right?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

He contemplated whether or not to ask her what he'd done. As if she knew what he was thinking, she spoke.

"Nothing happened, Elliot. He ripped my shirt and pants to hell, but he didn't lay a hand on me. I promise." She said honestly.

"That's all I needed to hear." Elliot whispered to himself.

"How's your hand?" He grabbed for the wrapped hand.

"It's ok. It hurts a little. What about your head?" She lifted her chin to see the bump on his forehead.

"It's fine. I'm a little foggy, but I'll be fine." He paused as she sat in silence.

"Alright, I better get back to where I belong. Try and get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

Olivia sat up and walked out of his room and back to her own, preparing herself for the flashbacks and nightmares that would plague her sleep.

Next to come: the recovery. Elliot and Olivia experienced major trauma. Will either one ever be the same? Tell me what you thought if you feel up to it! Thanks for reading!