I Wanna Come Home
Chapter 12:
A/N: Okay, so out of fear of the lynch mobs that I'm sure some of my wonderful reviewers have started to form already, here's the next chapter. I hope you all like it and I'd love to hear from you guys. This chapter is for Essy, Kay, obsessedwithstabler and one of my newest reviewers Kinseyjo
Casey and Olivia sat on the couch in the living room of Jack Bedford's brownstone as Luke Matheson paced back and forth in front of them, talking into a cell phone. His mood was fluctuating wildly as he gestured around him as if the person on the other end could see him.
"I didn't even have to go after her," he started, sounding almost proud "She showed up here." His mood suddenly changed and he sounded worried "She's not alone though… That prosecutor lady," he explained.
"Casey," Olivia whispered while Matheson was distracted by the phone call. There was no chance of her being able to get away but Casey had two working legs. Olivia would be damned if she was going to let this bastard hurt anyone else. "I'll distract him and you make a run for it."
"Did you hit your head when he knocked you down?" Casey whispered back.
"Probably," Olivia answered honestly "But that has nothing to do with this. You have the evidence of the connection between Bedford and Matheson. Now get out of here and tell the others." Casey opened her mouth to protest but Olivia cut her off "Not a word Casey. When I make my move, you run. Understand?"
Casey nodded silently. She had been the one to drag Olivia into this mess. She didn't want to leave her friend but Olivia had a point. If they were going to stop Matheson and figure out what Bedford was up to someone needed to escape to warn the police.
"Right," Matheson grinned into the phone. The deal that he and the person on the other end had reached allowed him to keep only one of his beautiful catches but one was better than none at all. He hung up and turned to the two women on the couch in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could utter a single syllable, Olivia had used her good arm and leg to propel herself off the couch.
Olivia slammed into Matheson full force, knocking him to the ground. Matheson narrowly missed hitting his head and tried to get up but Olivia punched him with her good arm. "Go Casey!" Olivia called and Casey did as she was told.
Her hands were still tied behind her back but somehow with some tricky maneuvering she managed to get the door open and ran down the stairs. As soon as she was outside, she started yelling for help. She started running down the street, looking for someone who could help her.
About a block away, she ran into a couple who stared at her in awe. "Are you okay?" the woman asked as she reached for her husband's pocket knife to cut the rope around Casey's wrists.
"Please," Casey gasped "Do you have a cell phone I could use?" The man nodded and handed it to her. Casey dialed with lightening speed. Cragen answered and Casey wasted no time in telling him everything that had just happened.
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When the squad cars pulled up in front of the house, Casey's car was gone from out front. The front door was open and there was no sign of Matheson or Olivia anywhere.
Casey simply stood there in shock "Oh God," she whispered. All she could think about was how she should have never left in the first place. Fin and Munch walked over to her and before either man could speak she just began muttering "She told me to run. I was so scared. I didn't want to leave her alone with him but…"
John put a hand on her shoulder "It's okay," he reassured her.
Casey turned away "No it's not," she whispered in response before walking away. She had told the police everything she knew, there was no reason for her to stay there any longer. She hailed a cab and headed to the hospital; someone had to tell Elliot about what had happened. She felt her stomach churning as she stepped out of the cab. She took a deep breath and walked into the hospital, walking as if part of a funeral procession. She knew that she would never be forgiven for this and she knew she didn't deserve to be.
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Matheson dragged Olivia through the back entrance of an abandoned warehouse. To Olivia's credit, she hadn't made it easy for him to get her there. She had fought him to the best of her ability every step but with only one good arm and one good leg she was at a marked disadvantage.
Matheson shoved her to the ground and she landed hard, emitting a small groan. When she looked up, she saw a man step out of the shadows. It was Charles Bedford. "What the…?" Olivia nearly gasped. She hadn't really believed Casey when she talked about a connection between Matheson and Bedford; Matheson had killed Jack and stolen his car, it made sense that if he took Jack's car keys, he would probably have his house keys as well.
"Good work," Bedford said as he handed a wad of money to Matheson.
Matheson accepted the money and then turned to Olivia. She recognized the gleam in his eye as he came towards her and backed away from him. "Oh now," he whispered sweetly "Don't be like that," he reached out and pulled her towards him.
"Stop it right there," Bedford commanded and he grabbed Matheson's arm. He could ignore what Matheson had done as long as it wasn't done in front of him. Charles Bedford may have been a lot of things but he was not about to sit idly by and let Matheson hurt this woman anymore. Besides, he told himself as he twisted Matheson's arm until the other man had no choice but to face him, he needed her alive.
Matheson pushed Bedford away "Don't get in my way," he hissed and turned back to Olivia who was too stunned by the scene playing out in front of her to do anything.
"You're of no use to me anymore anyway," Bedford told him.
The gunshot resonated loudly in the empty warehouse. Olivia hadn't even seen the gun but the next thing she knew, Luke Matheson was lying dead in front of her, shot through the chest, his blood collecting beneath him in a dark crimson puddle. She looked up and saw Charles Bedford lowering his weapon. She managed to stand and even though without her crutches she was relatively unsteady, she managed to back away further.
Bedford moved closer to her "At last we meet Detective Benson," he smiled.
"You stay away from me," she said in her most threatening voice as her eyes scanned the room for something she could use to defend herself.
"Is that anyway to talk to your host?" Bedford questioned and Olivia fixed him with an indignant stare.
"You had your own brother killed, your lackey nearly killed my partner and me and then after you have him kidnap me, you shoot him. You're just another scumbag." She spotted a two by four lying on the floor a few feet away and wondered if she could reach it without being noticed; it was no match for Bedford's gun but maybe she could use it to disarm him.
"That isn't fair," Bedford defended "You of all people my dear should know that the world is full of shades of gray."
A/N: Well it's not an evil cliff hanger but then again when someone is in the clutches of evil, isn't that technically a cliff hanger? Please review.
