(A/N: Here is Chapter 12. Hope you enjoy and hopefully Chapter 13 will be up soon. Please read and review. Feedback is always welcome.)

George sat on the couch waiting for Elliot to come through the door. He ignored the throb that went through his shoulder.

The door opened and George was on his feet.

Elliot barely got through the door before he found himself with an armful of George.

"What happened? Don't tell me nothing because I know something happened," George said.

Elliot looked at George and kissed him.

"Spelling is giving out a reward to anyone who hands us over to him. It's one hundred thousand for the both of us. He wants us alive."

George let go of Elliot and Elliot closed the apartment door.

John stood next to the couch.

"What are you going to do?" John asked.

"I'm going to protect George until Spelling has to come get us himself. When he does, I'm going to rip him to shreds. He's going to wish he never turned me," Elliot said.

George looked at Elliot and he could see the rage that was in his eyes that were slowly turning gold. The muscles in his neck were bulging. The sound of clothing tearing made George grab Elliot by the arm and pull him to the bedroom. He closed and locked the door. He could vaguely hear John leaving the apartment from the bedroom.

Elliot pinned George to door and George moaned in pain as Elliot pressed down on his bad shoulder.

Elliot nuzzled his neck then ripped George's shirt at the shoulder to get to the mark. He licked the scarred skin and growled hearing George moan.

Sharp teeth grazed the mark before biting down. The copper taste ran over his tongue and Elliot savored the taste.

George moaned forgetting about the pain and he arched against Elliot, his eyes turning dull silver.

"El," he moaned. This wasn't something he was supposed to be doing. Elliot was going to leave marks. He wasn't going to be able to heal fast.

"Elliot, please stop," George said trying to push Elliot away.

A snarl stopped him. Elliot pressed him against the door harder. The door creaked and George looked at Elliot. Glowing gold eyes looked at stared back at him.

"Elliot you're hurting me," George said softly.

Elliot growled and moved away from George. He pulled George away from the door. He left the room slamming the door on his way out.

George sighed in relief and disappointment. If he was at full strength, he would have let Elliot take him. He gripped his shoulder that was now burning in pain. Pulling off his ripped and bloodstained t-shirt, he groaned softly. He wiped the rest of the blood from his shoulder and then threw the shirt into the corner.

George could hear Elliot prowling in the living room. There were growls and snarls. There were also words being mumbled. George wanted to go out to comfort Elliot but he knew better. He pulled the covers back and got into bed. The door to the apartment opened and it slammed shut.

George crawled into the bed. He felt restless but he had to wait for Elliot to come back. Elliot needed to calm down and George knew that there was no way he was going to calm down being at the apartment. He pulled the covers over his body. His shoulder throbbed painfully.

'He'll be back,' Sirion said.

'I know.'

'It's good that they stopped because we wouldn't be able to stop them.'

'I know. He stopped though because he was hurting us.'

George yawned and he closed his eyes.


Elliot walked back into the apartment and he closed the door. He leaned against the door and he sighed. He nearly took George by force. He nearly raped him. That's what was going to happen if George hadn't gotten him to stop.

'It wouldn't have been rape,' Aniel growled.

'I was going to take him even though he didn't want me to.'

'He did want us but we should've known better. He's weak and if he let us take him then we would give him more injuries. They wouldn't heal fast and they would look bad.'

Elliot sat on the couch and he sighed.

"El?"

Elliot stood and moved to George. He pulled George toward him.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he said.

"It's okay. Are you feeling better?" George asked wrapping his arms around Elliot's waist.

"I'm fine. Are you okay? Are you in pain?" Elliot asked.

George shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm in no more pain than before."

Elliot kissed George behind the ear. "I'm so sorry. I was just so angry and I wanted to make sure you were still there. Spelling wants to take you but you're mine. You're mine," he said softly in George's ear.

"I know," George said. He pulled back from Elliot and looked at him. "I want you to tell me everything that happened."

"I went back to work and then Cragen and Olivia walked into the bullpen. They said that there was another body."

"That would make four since we came back," George asked and Elliot nodded.

"This victim is a female again," Elliot said and he saw confusion spread across George's face.

"I know. I think he switched MO's again so that we think that he has no interest in you anymore. So when we got to the crime scene, it was a repeat of his earlier murders. While looking over the scene I felt someone looking at me. I decided to see why. They took off and I ran after them. I should've known it was a trap but I was curious. I chased him to an alley and there were three others. He told me that Spelling put out a reward for us. I roughed them up a bit and we won't have to worry about those four."

"But we'll have to worry about the rest of the city," George said.

"Well then there will be more people in the hospital than normal with broken bones."

"You can't beat them all, Elliot. If they keep coming like this, they'll overwhelm us. I'm not at full strength and I'm pretty useless without there being a full moon when I'm not this weak."

Elliot looked at him and gave him a devil-may-care smile. "No one is going to take either of us. Trust me."

George sighed. There was no stopping Elliot especially when it came to protecting the people he loved.

"Elliot, can we just go to sleep?" George asked as he yawned.

Elliot looked at how tired George looked and nodded. George got off the couch and walked to their room. Elliot followed close behind.

George got into the bed and waited for Elliot to undress.

Elliot slipped under the covers with George once he was in his boxers.

George placed his head on Elliot's chest and closed his eyes. Elliot relaxed and pulled George closer before closing his eyes.


George mumbled as he was shook.

"George I need you to get up," Elliot said.

George opened his eyes and looked at Elliot. "Wha?" He asked.

"We're going running," Elliot said.

"Running?"

Elliot nodded and George got out of the bed.

"What time is it," George asked.

"Three," Elliot said. He was fully dressed and ready.

George glared at Elliot before getting dressed. Elliot waited patiently and when George was fully dressed, he took George by the hand and pulled him gently out of the apartment and to the car.

The FBI agents didn't look too happy but George knew that Elliot convinced them, somehow, to let them leave. They were tailed all the way to Central Park. George yawned as he got out of the car. The FBI agents stayed in the car because it was cold.

"Come on," Elliot said.

"Where are we going and why aren't they following?" George asked.

"I told you were going for a run. I asked nicely," Elliot said and George looked at him suspiciously.

Elliot started to jog ignoring George's look. George started to jog too to catch up with the taller man.

Elliot progressively moved faster and George followed. Soon they were running and George felt alive. He picked up the pace and started to sprint. Elliot followed him pulling in front of George.

Elliot made sure to stay close to George. Even though they were alone Elliot had to stay alert.

George started to slow and Elliot slowed down make sure George was okay.

George stopped and looked at Elliot. "Wow," he said between breaths. His eyes were silver and Elliot could hear his heart racing.

Elliot wasn't winded at all and this made him realize how bad the silver weakened George.

"That felt good," George said.

"We can run again when you get your breath back. Let's just walk," Elliot said.

They walked together. "How do you feel?" Elliot asked.

"I'm fine. I'm feeling a bit better," George said looking at Elliot. "Let's run back to the car."

"Tell me if you need to stop." Elliot said before taking off.


George came out the bathroom in his towel and walked to the bedroom. Elliot was fixing his tie in the mirror. He turned and looked at George with a smile and it waned when he saw the black mark on his shoulder.

George looked at him shrugged. "It's fine. It's just really sore and feels pretty tender but it's going to be fine," he said trying to reassure Elliot.

Elliot nodded before kissing George.

"I'm going to work, now. Tell me if anything happens. I'll be here right away," he said.

"I'll be fine," George said before kissing Elliot again.

"I'll see you later," Elliot said.

"Bye."