Author's note –
Okay, I know it's been a while and I'm sorry.
I had a pretty shit last 48hours and it was crap. Lol.
Anyway, here is chapter 11.
Disclaimer: I had $30 and then I brought this awesome necklace are in debt to my mother dearest and am broke so, sadly, I don't own them.
This is for Olivia-Jordan because she's just fab!!
Enjoy…
The loud wrapping on Olivia's door startled both detectives out of the clouds they had been floating in. The urgency in the knock was unmistakable. Olivia jumped about a mile, the antagonizing swirling in her stomach quickly returning. She got off the couch and hobbled to the door without saying a word to Elliot. She quickly looked through the peephole and stumbled back slightly, grabbing the architrave for support. Elliot was up on his feet and by her side in an instant. He looked through the peephole and saw a man standing with his arms at his side and a gun in his hand.
Jeffery Karen.
He felt Olivia shaking in his arms and immediately realised who this man was and what he had done.
"Olivia Benson, I know you're in there. It took me a long time to track you down from just your credit card but obviously, I managed." They heard Jeffery snigger, "So are you going to let me in so we can have some more fun or am I going to have to force my way in?"
Elliot motioned for Olivia to stand back as he went for his gun which was sitting in his holder (a/n: couldn't remember what it was called) on the bench.
He heard a crash followed by a scream. He quickly grabbed his glock and ran back to the entrance where Olivia was backed into a corner and Jeffery standing with his pistol pointed at Olivia.
"Drop it." Elliot said forcefully over all the noise as he raised his gun.
Jeffery's head swiveled to face Elliot.
"Who are you?" He asked in a raspy voice.
"I'm the guy with a gun pointed at you." Elliot said in a low gruff voice, "Now drop it."
"Are you the infamous Detective Stabler?" Jeffery asked in mock awe.
"It doesn't matter who I am. Now, drop your weapon." Elliot replied in a low voice.
Olivia stood, frozen to the spot. She could see Elliot giving her looks, telling her to back away but she couldn't move. Not only had this man rendered her unconscious but he had also raped her and now he stood before her with a gun pointed at her chest.
"No!" Jeffery's voice snapped Olivia out of her thoughts, "I'm not going to drop it. I've come here to shoot her and I intend to follow through on my plan."
"For the last time; drop it or I will be forced to shoot." Elliot's temper head risen to just before breaking point.
"No!" Jeffery's voice was followed by a series of three shots: two Elliot's; one Jeffery's.
Jeffery sunk to the floor, two holes; one in his chest and one in his lower abdomen. They bled profusely, tainting Olivia's floor with a rich red.
Elliot's eyes were on Jeffery until he saw Olivia stumble back slightly. She put her hand to her chest, just below her collar bone on her right side. She flinched slightly then pulled her hand away. She watched as her blood trickled down her fingers and dripped from her fingertips.
Elliot stared in horror as he watched Olivia collapse.
Suddenly, his brain switched onto auto pilot.
He ran to her side and felt for her pulse which was growing weak. He used hi cell phone and called 911, giving all the necessary information to the dispatcher. He also checked for a pulse in Jeffery but felt nothing.
He grabbed one of Olivia's coats off the rack at the entrance and applied pressure to her gun shot wound.
Olivia just lay unconscious, her hair - which was now at least at her shoulder - splayed out, the ends matted with her blood. She seemed to drift in and out, sometimes mumbling things incoherently and emitting small whimpers as she lost herself.
About three minutes later the paramedics were at Olivia's door which was still wide open. Elliot didn't even notice the other tenants of the building which had gathered to watch the scene play out in front of them. Elliot stood back as the trained professionals took over and began checking Olivia's blood pressure and pulse as others worked on Jeffery who was soon pronounced dead. After a couple of minutes the NYPD showed up. Officer Minstrel, an old friend of Elliot's, was surprised to see him at the scene. He put his hand on Elliot's shoulder but he didn't flinch.
"Elliot."
At the mention of his name Elliot turned to face Eddie Minstrel.
"Elliot, we're going to need you to make a statement." It was the only thing Eddie could think of saying.
"Okay." Elliot replied monotonously. He saw that the paramedics were shifting Olivia onto a back board, "I'm going to ride with her. I'll see you down at the hospital soon." With that said, Elliot turned on his heel and, for the second time in less than a week, he followed the paramedics down to the ambulance.
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Elliot had finally given his statement to Eddie and had called the guys, Cragen and Casey down to the hospital.
Casey was the first to arrive.
As soon as she saw Elliot she ran up to him. Upon noticing that he was covered in what she could only assume was Olivia's blood she let out a sort of gurgling scream and became hysterical. She fell into Elliot's arms and began to cry heart wrenching sobs.
"Please tell me, not again, not again." Casey managed to get out.
"Tell you what?" Elliot tried to sound soothing but was on the verge of tears himself and the words weren't coming out all that confidently.
"Please tell me she didn't try to commit suicide. Please!" She whispered.
"No, God no, Casey. She was shot." Elliot tried to make it sound better than committing suicide but the worst outcome was still the same – the only difference being that one was not self inflicted; although Elliot did wonder whether Olivia really cared whether she lived or died.
Elliot managed to sit down with Casey who seemed to calm down once Munch arrived with Fin and Don in tow.
They all sat in the waiting room which they had shared not more than a few days ago.
Casey was sobbing quietly into Munch's shirt as Munch tried to console her. Fin sat forward in his chair with his eyes down, even though they all knew he had been crying. Cragen kept scrubbing his hands over his face along with the occasional mumble of something along the lines of "I can't believe this".
And then there was Elliot who didn't do anything. He sat and stared at the power point on the wall. He was numb to the noise of nurses and patients and anyone else who passed by. That was until the doctor stood in front of him.
Okay, So I'm horrible for leaving yet another cliffhanger.
But that's me – the bitch. I actually was hated by all but three of my friends in year six and we had a lot of friends – that's a lot of hate and I was actually labeled the number one bitch by them – I have a title.
Lol.
Anyway…history aside, you should review because like I said – I've had a pretty crappy 48 hours and life seems to hate me at the moment - As my friend would say: "You failed life".
Lol.
Holy crap this is a long foot note.
Anyway, the point is review…because you love me or feel like abusing me for the cliffie…mwahahahaha.
Pointless piece of information: All the clocks in the movie "Pulp Fiction" are set to the time of 10:10.
Hope you liked.
